#pib the last with 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(╥﹏╥))

[deathfangirl9]

Deathwolfxme

Death is the perfect fictional bf! And he's also extremely ripped! I like cuddling with, and I feel safe and protected with him, because he's literally Death. And he is also the sweetest most caring, most understanding bf in the world!

[missrubycrystalshorner]

I did it based on the idea that a friend gave me

[cannedbabs]

I’ve stalled on it long enough, the long hiatus finally slowly melting…

Bite the Hand That Feeds is being worked on again, finally!!

Idk who’s still looking forward to reading, but it’s very nice to get back into it.

I’ve had IRL troubles with Jack Horner (weirdly to say) and that really plummeted my enjoyment for him. I also had some online stuff involving the community but it’s okay. I love him regardless even if it’s not the same. I’ll get more sappy on the update when it happens, but as of June 3rd, we are at 1,216 words (slow time coming whoops, it’ll be longer! 6,000+ ofc at least!)

And under the cut there’s a little snip for anyone wanting! Thank you guys for possibly sticking with me through this and being so patient!

Keep in mind this is BEFORE it’s proofed by my bf so apologies for any weird wordings or grammar mistakes (he typically helps my word flow since I just write and write and write until I get burnt out for a few hours)

Also I didn’t wanna actually spoil anything so it’s just a retelling, sorry if that’s cruel </3

[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.

[fawism]

I can't believe The Last Wish is one year old and I still haven't finished this rotting WIP.....

Phases Of You

A little sneak peek of my WIP— I swear it's not angst(real)

Tags: death x reader, parallels, contrasts, deep longing​​​​​​, forever bound together by the cycle that is life and death, you're constantly reincarnated into multiple facets, but death never forgets the outline of your soul, totally not a soulmates thing * I may also pub on ao3 because wtf the last time I'm on there there was literally NO death x reader fic 😕

You're here again.

He raised his head, sniffing lightly. As soon as Death recognized the familiar pattern in the air, he breathed out a long sigh. Looming over everyone amidst the building's shadows, his eyes soon landed at your form who seemingly ducked from across a market's fruit stand. Judging from the way you peeked from behind the table together with a hooded cape covering half of your features, much like his, it was clear that you were trying to lose a certain group of individuals. 

And he could already pinpoint who by the amount of royal guards dashing past through him, charging at the bustling streets in pursuit of their escaped target. 

"Where's your highness?!"

"Not again!" 

"They couldn't have gotten that far!" 

Death scoffed at the unfolding scene, his gaze shifting into amusement as they barged their way through the crowd, completely missing your hiding spot.

So you were born into nobility.

Good for you. 

The last time you had mentioned something along the lines of hoping to be more fortunate with your next life, you were but a young commoner then. You got by everyday through the means of letting the spreading garden outside your lands flourish. And you were good at what you did that the village folk regularly flocked for your goods. You've always crafted and tended to them with great care after all, Death could tell, notably with the souvenir you had dearly imparted him in that lifetime. 

A pink carnation. 

It was foolish, for someone to offer him a thing so delicate that could wither in his touch. 

(The petals were kept away safe, surprisingly staying intact despite its age.)

Still, out of all your paths he had the dis​​​​pleasure of clashing fates with, it was in this moment where Death deemed you most worthy by how you spent your days to the fullest compared to the those who put very little value in theirs. 

It's why he never understood the appeal of that one silly dream of yours. He believed you were already blessed with much more than those sitting idly on their thrones and wasting away inside their high castles. 

Wealth, of course, came in different forms. 

And so Death told you it was stupid thinking, his usual spat when it came to your absurdist of ideas, which were honestly plentiful in your brief periods of living.

"Why does it matter? Kings and queens and peasants— you're all going to meet the same end someday." 

His bitter tone was dismissed by a snort of disbelief. "Geez, you talk so dark," you commented, shaking your head. 

You often found yourself wondering how indeed you managed to strike an unlikely friendship with such a brooding cloud of a bounty hunter.

He, on the other hand, liked to think that you were able to entice him with your humble presence and a warm welcome home whenever he was at the area to fetch some sorry fool who grated his nerves. 

Gently picking at the stems of your morning harvest, you broke into a half-hearted smile. "If I'm lucky, maybe I'll even find you first next time." 

"You won't," he responded, voice low yet so sure, like this was a common topic between the two of you. His answer would remain the same. "But I will."

Death always did.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Hi can I request for a fanfic or headcanons about death X kitsune reader? Like how they met and their Romancee?

Sorry my first time to ask lol

IM SO HONORED THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST ASK AND YOUR ASKING IT ON MY BLOG! and dw you have nothing to apologize for<333 also I kinda had to look up what kitsune was again.

Death with a kitsune! Reader.

Warnings: none really

GN! Reader

How you met:

You were literally sleeping in your fox form when he met you the first time.

You were just sleeping away in some grass, and death sat next to you to breath in Mother Natures air.

He thought that since you were sleeping you were just a regular fox so he pet you. (I like to think he pets all sleeping animals he’s near).

Your ears twitched at his paw and you slowly awoke to a wolf petting you.

He heard a noise close by causing him to look over in curiosity, it was just a bunny hopping around.

Turning back to you his eyes littered in confusion now because your a human?

“Where did the fox go��? He asked them be noticed your ears.

“Ohhh I am the fox I was just sleeping”. You say a small smile on your face.

“I’m a kitsune, and i can shape shift into a fox and a human”.

His confusion washed away now intrigued by you.

“Well I’m sorta human can’t make the ears and the tail go away”. You added as your tail moshed behind you revealing itself and your ears twitching up from your hair.

You and the wolf talked for a couple more hours before you realized it it was dark.

“Ah it’s getting dark I think I better head home”. You told him.

“I could walk you if you want and we can continue the conversation”. He responded helping you up off the ground.

Walking home you and him talked about each other, your jobs, favorite color, etc.

“It was nice meeting you death, say why don’t you come over and you can have dinner with me”? You asked hoping that he would accept.

“I would like that”. He replied with a small smile.

Dating hcs:

Now that you two are together he loves to flick your ears softly randomly to get your attention.

“Hey”. He said while you were still caught up with your book,”mi amor”? He asked still no response. Sighing he flicks your ears.

Turning your head to face him you look up at him with confusion.

“Did you just flick my ears”? You asked a hand reaching up at your ears feeling the sensation of where he flicked it.

“Well I couldn’t get your attention It was the only thing that came to mind”. He responded with a small chuckle.

He comes home from collecting souls and he sees you in your fox form sleeping on the bed quite often.

He finds it adorable.

Both of you tease the everlasting hell out of each other about the tail wagging and thumping.

“Dear is your tail wagging”? You ask after completing him with a small chuckle.

“No”. He says turning his head away in embarrassment.

When your tail wagged against the wall once because he said that he loved you, you swore you could have died right then and there from embarrassment.

“Amor your tail is thumping isn’t it”? He says a grin on his face. “No it’s not shut up”! You say now your turn to turn you head away from his laughing face with your cheeks growing red from embarrassment.

Sometimes just to piss him off you will be cuddling and lay on his chest only to turn into your fox form and ball up right in his poncho.

“Oh come on y/n”. He groans his arms falling to his sides while you snuggle into him closer.

[violetduchess]

Cold

¤ Pairing: Death x [Reader]

Word Count: 277

Note: Soooo apparently theres not a lot of fics with this sexy wolf man. 😭 So I made my own. Enjoy!

Hey if you like this [here] is another one.

The sudden still and stagnant feeling of the small cottage immediately alerted you to his presence. The air became colder making you pull the small blanket closer to your shivering frame. The heat provided by the fireplace no longer felt sufficient.

Still you did not turn to acknowledge your uninvited guest causing him to let out a small huff of amusement, and you were sure that if you could see his face, his mouth would be pulled up in a grin.

"Still ignoring me, cordera?" His deep voice asked, sounding louder than it actually was in small living room.

You say nothing and continue to blankly stare at the flickering flames of the fireplace, your hands fiddling with the smooth fabric of the blanket, trying your best to tune out his voice.

His shadow falls over you, making the already dark room feel darker. One of his clawed hands come to rest on your shoulder and you tense up. His grip was neither tight nor threatening and yet it still felt like his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

His large body leans over you and his snout stops right next to your ear. He was so close you could probably count his sharp teeth individually.

"No need to be so tense, cordera", he begins and let's out a small hum.. His hands leaves your body, and you let out the breath you didn't know you had been holding in.

You think you're safe until he suddenly appears in front of you and his glowing red eyes meet yours.

"It's not your time, yet."

And then he's gone, taking the chill with him.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[changeling-ethereal]

I’d like to request PIB Death’s reaction to his GN!s/o coming up to him one day and booping his nose. I’ve been thinking about this a lot haha-

Hello there! ^^

Thank you for your request, it's a very cute idea! Though truth be told, I struggled with this one so much - I couldn't figure out how Death would react! Not to mention I hated whatever I wrote-

Also, so sorry for how long it took me to write this, like I've said, I been struggling with this one BUT also been struggling mentally, so yeah. (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I also just read a good fic with Death, then read this one I wrote and realized I'm not good at portraying Death...yeah imma end myself now (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)(⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠).

Anyways, I couldn't really decide if I wanted to do imagines or a fic, but ended up going with a short fic... or more like... a drabble? (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I kind of experimented with my style, felt like adding it a different feel. Hope y'all like this one nonetheless! ^^"

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{Death, his s/o, and nose boops}

Settings: I don't think I specified it throughout the story. Though a bit more of a romantic vibe, I think?

Genre: Pure fluff! :3

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Don't think there's any! Maybe just brief talks of life, mortality and death, but that's to be expected with Muerte ^^,

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender neutral, but if they might have a more female feel then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: I've never written full fluff fic (or more like drabble) before , so I hope I did well ^^"

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That should be all, muffins! Feel free to read now ^^.

Hope you'll enjoy <3.

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Death was old as time itself.

A sad but an important part of life, he's been here since the very start.

And so, he's seen everything.

He's been there, done that, seen that, heard that,...

Yeah, he's seen everything, and it was hard to surprise Death.

Or at least, that's what he liked to claim, completely unaware of what tricks up your sleeve you, a mere mortal, still had.

And only now, when the two of you were peacefully sitting on the couch in the living room, did he face the truth that he, in fact, has not seen all after all.

You were up to something for sure, otherwise there'd be no reason for that rascally smile on your face as you slowly extended your hand towards Death, your pointer finger outstretched and aiming for Death's nose or so it seemed.

Death said nothing at that behaviour, after all, now that he was with you, he knew firsthand that mortals- humans especially - were weird creatures.

And so, he let you do your thing, having too much adoration for you to stop you.

Not to mention, a curious creature was Death, and intrigued by your actions, he just watched with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as your finger slowly neared his nose.

Then your finger was closer and closer and-

"Boop!" squeaking out in voice of high pitch, your finger tapped his nose, squishing it.

Then dead silence fell upon you.

Death was quiet, saying nothing at all.

His pointy ears had perked up though, his eyes of crimson wide as he seemed to be processing the action you'd just done.

And you had no idea what reaction to expect now.

Death was unpredictable, and figuring out his next move was something you had never succeeded in.

Nobody has, not even once.

And when the dead silence went on, filling the room like a thick fog, you couldn't help but retreat your hand and offer a nervous, meek smile.

You weren't scared of course, you knew your dear Lobo wouldn't bring you no harm, not now not ever.

But that uncertainty of what he'd do still left you wary after all.

Much to your luck, though, Death spoke at last.

"What... what was that you just did?" he questioned and a light grin stretched across his face, ruby red eyes wide and intrigued.

The expression was somewhat an unsettling one.

Death's eyes all wide, glowing, burning like wildfire, his razor sharp teeth all exposed by his twisted grin.

And combined with his massive stature and eerie aura, one could easily feel preyed upon...

But the word 'scared' did not describe how you felt at that moment.

You weren't scared, you knew better than to be distrustful of the wolf.

You trusted him fully, you didn't fear him even when he gazed at you like that.

You weren't scared.

Not when, with enough attention paid, you could notice Death's tail wagging ever so slightly.

And not when you had another giveaway of him being just intrigued by your action with no side motives - he intensely sniffed the air through his big nose with light growls rumbling in his throat.

Again, this action could seem intimidating to anyone else and could make them uneasy, but you knew that this action meant no danger - in your case that is.

In your case, you'd say it was something like when dogs panted happily when something caught their interest.

In other cases, mostly when it came to people who were reckless with their life or when it came to people who hurt others, this action had similar, but much more dangerous and terrifying meaning...

Well anyways, with that you knew you were in no real danger.

Although you still needed to be a bit cautious about what Death would do.

It could range from shrugging it off to starting a hunt with you being the prey.

"Oh... I... booped your nose...?" you answered and offered an awkward smile, unsure whether or not Death would be familiar with such term.

You didn't count on that much though.

"You... booped... my nose?" Death repeated after you, the term unfamiliar for his tongue.

And that eyebrow raise was enough for you to know your dear Lobo's never heard such word. Yet, his grin still remained the same - sly, intrigued.

Death added nothing more though, and only stared at you with his wide eyes that made you feel in the story of Little Red Riding Hood when The Big Bad Wolf stared at the little girl with wide eerie gaze, and the girl uttered those famous words: "But Grandmother, what big eyes you have!".

You wondered where your own story would lead to if you uttered those exact words to your Big Bad Wolf... Your Lobo feroz...

Nonetheless, you got the silent hint, and went ahead to elaborate what it meant to boop someone's nose.

"It's when you affectionately tap or squish someone's nose and say a 'boop'." you explained softly, smiling meekly.

Then taking a note of that light head tilt and eyebrow raise Death did at your words, you added: "It's a show of endearment,".

"It's a show of endearment," Death repeated after you as if checking he's heard correct, his voice holding a quality you couldn't really pinpoint.

Was it amusement you heard? confusion? disbelief? something else? It was hard to tell.

And then, Death fell silent once again.

It was silent again, and you weren't sure of what to do, Death being way too hard to figure out at the very moment - just like most times...

Hesitantly, you prepared to say something - anything - to break the awkward silence.

But then a chuckle came.

A chuckle came, and Death muttered: "Oh my," before covering his eyes with his paw and a grin grew on his face as his shoulders bounced ever so slightly.

Was he...?

And then it came!

Death broke into a fit of laughter.

Death was laughing!

He was wholeheartedly laughing like never before, the deep sound being sharp to the ears yet warm to the heart.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection!" Death exclaimed, shaking his head with amusement all written over the wolf's face as he laughed.

He seemed to be having the time of his life, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling all warm inside at the sight.

It was honestly sweet, refreshing to see Death like that, and so you didn't even risk saying something, letting your Lobo have his fun.

"My," Death breathed, his laughter eventually dying down to just an occasional chuckle, "you mortals never fail to amuse me,"

"you never really disappoint..." Death mused still shaking his head some with an amused grin on his face.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection..." he repeated his earlier exclamation, a light chuckle escaping him again before his half-lidded eyes found yours and he went all silent.

"Yeah, it is quite strange, isn't it?" You said lowly once your eyes locked with Death's, a meek smile playing on your face as a light chuckle left your lips as well.

It really was unusual yet amusing, you had to admit that.

Though still feeling a bit awkward in the moment, your instincts told you to ramble, which you attempted to do: "Honestly, I don't even-".

But then.

"Boop," Death muttered and his clawed finger tapped the tip of your nose!

Oh no way! Did he just-??

"Boop..." Death repeated, and chuckled at how silly the sound sounded before he did the action again.

He booped your nose and let out that silly 'boop' sound, making you peek at his finger cross-eyed and scrunch your nose as he smiled.

And right after he did all that, his ears and whole body perked up and his tail wagged all happily!

And as Death's soft smile twisted into a wide, satisfied grin and Death yet again intensely breathed through his nose, growls rumbling in his throat, the message was made clear:

You better prepare for a life filled with nose boops from now on.

Better watch out.

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[livdem1human]

Something some people asked me is how i think death would react when the readers time run out so here are my Headcanos on:

How Death would handle your passing ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Angst and Fluff

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I have 3 options on how he would handle your passing:

Option 1:

Of course He would be heartbroken, but he knew it would happen some day. You're a mortal after all.

He would stay with you through the whole thing and make it as comfortable as possible. He doesn't want you to be scared.

Even after your soul passed he will stay by your side for hours. He never cried before but now? He cries until there aren't any tears left. I felt like a part of him died with you.

He will miss you forever, you were his light, his home. And now you're gone.

Those poor Souls (literally) who have to meet him after your passing...he's obviously not going to be in a good mood

10/10 would visit your soul in the afterlife tho.

Option 2:

Not much different from option 1 but let's say you refuse to go into the after life. You want to stay and since he can't force you to go he now takes care of you as his Ghost s/o.

You're still with him so he won't be to sad, but will tell you on a regular basis that if you ever change your mind and want to go into the after life he will take you there.

(should i write a Death x Ghost reader story? XD)

Option 3:

Offers you a way to become immortal. (It's the pib universe, everything is possible there)

He already broke so many rules by dating you in the first place so he thought "why not break another one? Won't make a difference now"

Makes sure you are 100% aware that becoming immortal is intense for someone mortal.

Let's say you agreed: He would be happy and concerned at the same time. Like yay, you'll never die but also.. oh you'll never die.

He just doesn't want you to regret it.

Will treasure you forever tho. You may be immortal now but he will still treat you like he could lose you any minute.

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My personal favorite is option 2. Just imagine a little ghost y/n annoying him for the rest of his immortal life. Ahaha.

I think im really gonna write a ghost reader x Death one story.

[gabyscafe]

♥︎[PIBTLW]Death Dating headcannons♥︎

English is not my first language, sorry for any spelling mistakes.

Death = Muerte = Lobo

Have a nice read!!

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❥Muerte, Death or Lobo, like you like to call, LOVES head pats.

❥he will probably come home really tired, his job requires a lot of him, both psychological and physical. So will have times that he'll just want cuddle with you.

❥well we know Muerte love the smell of fear, so he likes to scare you sometimes, like appearing out of nowhere, or fade out the candles, or even making scariest noises!

He know he's gonna get you angry. So whenever he do this, he's bringing something to you, like flowers, or some desserts.

❥When you guys are cuddling, he secretly likes to compare the size of your hand with his.

❥Muerte kisses are passionate and calm, he likes to appreciate the moment of you being with him.

❥Muerte is not very good at comforting, he likes de smell of fear, not sadness! So mostly of the times when you are sad, he'll just be on your side, like hugging, hearing, physical comfort, something like this.

❥he can cook basic things, like eggs, bacon, and Mexican food. It's not perfect, but it's not that bad! But his chicken soup is actually very good!

❥I feel he's not the type of saying "I love you" very often, I think is most like "forehead-with-forehead" thing, is his way to say that he loves you.

❥When he is on he's "morning mood", he gently bittes your ear or cheek. And then say " good morning ".

❥Death is very observant, if you look different from yesterday, even a bit, he will notice, and get worried. (Asking if you sleep well, if you eat, if something happen to you.)

❥when it's cold or raining, he let you use his poncho, who it's actually very comfy and soft! And plus, Death thinks you look adorable with those.

❥He pretend to be angry when you call him a good boy, but his tail just denied what his saying. After some time, he'll stop denying.

❥Sometimes he will just stare at you for a moment and think:"wow I love this Woman/Man/Person".

❥He's very good at taking care of any injury. And won't left your side, until you get better.

❥Death also loves walking in a forest just you two, enjoying yourselfs, and gets really annoyed if someone interrupted.

❥I feel his gonna call you: Mi Amor, mi vida, querida(o), mi hermosa (o).

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✦Hope you guys like it! And tell me if you prefer a Headcannon or a One-Shot.

✦Have a nice day, and see you guys next time, bye!! ~☕💖🌺

[cannedbabs]

Bite the Hand that Feeds Ch. 4 scene plan (maybe not the exact dialogue still fleshing it)

Sorry my heights are everywhere and atrocious ignore all the inconsistencies. Also look at me centering on a family photo instead of showing the entire rest of the house 😅

[the-sinister-simp]

Reader x Death - "To Kiss Death's Hand" Chapter 6

After a serious discussion with Puss, you find yourself in the forest of Del Mar. Deep in the woodlands, you find the bounty hunter again, realizing he's more than he appears.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Okay okay so I have had this idea in my head forever. Reader is with death BUT we are really similar to him and are kinda like his assistant when it comes to things to do like we just pop up when he needs help and all that you don't have to do it right away take your time ❤️

ALSO I LOVE YOUR DEATH X READER POST THEY ARE AMAZING 😍

AWWW THANK YOU ANON:DDD

Death x assistant reader

Song i listened to on repeat while writing this: savage daughter-sarah Hester Ross

Warnings: small amount of fighting, swearing, death, robbing, reader getting hurt, blood.

GN reader. Who is also immortal

You helped death in ways no other person could you have been there for him no matter what.

He fell in love with you when he realized how much you were alike.

You soon became his assistant, he gave you your very own sickle for days that there were many souls to collect.

You had a small clipboard of what you have the names of the souls he needed to collect.

However there was days where he had people fight him to keep their life.

Specially one that you tell your friends together is the time a guy who was a criminal but not in the good way.

The guy robbed from poor and rich people so one day when his soul came up to collect from his heart failure.

It was a gloomy day the god of light had felt sick so the rain god had to take over and keep the weather into a rainy and gloomy day.

The guy was running from death as the wolf gained on him.

“You will never get me bounty hunter”! He yelled knocking straight into you.

“We aren’t bounty hunters, he’s death he has to collect your soul you said from under him.

Getting up the guy kicked you to the side and kept running.

“Well I’m not gonna let death have my soul today”! He yelled as you held your shoulder.

“Fuck that hurt for a guy with heart failure he can kick pretty hard”. You said as death helped you up.

“Stay here I’ll get him amor”. Muerte said giving you a quick kiss on your shoulder.

Not to far up ahead the guy hid and waited to jump onto deaths back.

“Alright amigo your not gonna live for much longer so why don’t you just give it up”. Death said not aware about the guy who was about to jump on his back.

“Never lobo”! He yelled and muerte yelped out for a second as he felt hands grip his fur pulling him backwards.

Elbowing the guy death turned to the guy on the ground.

“Amor”. Death said and you popped out of no where beside him.

“Check him off”. Death said, “are you and that cunt together or something?”

A cocky voice coming from the man and murete growled before killing him.

You simply grabbed your pencil and checked his name off.

“Finally he’s gone”. You said murete turned back to you some blood on his poncho.

You grimaced, “I’m gonna have to wash that for you my love”. You commented placing a kiss on his cheek.

He only grinned and wrapped his arms around you the rain pouring once more.

“That makes both of us”.

You chuckled at his joke and walked your hand in his paw going home.

[violetduchess]

A flower For Death

¤ Death x reader

Note: I'm sorry to the lovely a anon who requested this. Tumblr ate your ask and my writing.😞

The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting a warm, golden glow over the peaceful meadow where Lobo and you sat. The soft grass tickled your legs as you both looked out at the endless expanse of greenery before them. Lobo, as always, was dressed in his usual black robes, his face hidden behind his hood. You, on the other hand, wore a simple white dress, your hair flowing in the gentle breeze.

For a moment, there was silence between you as you both took in the serene atmosphere. Then, you spoke up.

"I have something for you," you said, pulling a handful of colorful wildflowers from beside you. With deft fingers, you began to weave the stems together, creating a delicate flower crown.

Lobo watched you work, his clawed fingers resting on his knees. He had never seen someone make something like this for him before. Lobo was used to being feared and avoided, not cherished ( not that he minded it much.)

You finished your creation, and with a gentle smile, you reached up and placed the flower crown on Lobo's head.

"There," you said, admiring your handiwork. "You look beautiful."

Lobo was stunned. He had never been called beautiful before. He tentatively reached up and touched the flowers, feeling the soft petals between his fingers.

You noticed Lobo's hesitation and took his hand, guiding it to the crown. "You deserve something beautiful," you said softly. "Just because you're Death doesn't mean you can't enjoy the simple things in life."

Lobo looked at you, his hood falling back slightly to reveal his wolfish face. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

The two of you sat in silence once again, Lobo still wearing the flower crown. As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle above you. You pointed up at the sky, identifying constellations and telling stories of ancient myths.

Lobo listened intently, his usual stoic expression softening. He had never spent time with a human like this before. It was almost... nice.

As the night drew on, you grew tired. Lobo stood up and offered his furred hand to help you up. You accepted, and as you walked back to your home, Lobo kept the flower crown on, feeling a sense of peace he had never experienced before.

The next day, you returned to the meadow, bringing with you a picnic basket filled with sandwiches and lemonade. Lobo was waiting for you, sitting cross-legged in the grass with his flower crown still on his head.

You spent the day talking and laughing, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Lobo found himself enjoying your company more than he ever thought possible.

As the sun began to set once again, you pulled out a small camera and asked if you could take a picture of him wearing the flower crown. Lobo was hesitant, but eventually agreed.

You snapped a few pictures, the flash illuminating the darkening sky. Turning around the camera, you showed Lobo the pictures on the small screen, and he was surprised to see that he looked... happy. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

Eventually, you had to leave, but before you did, you leaned in and gave Lobo a soft kiss on the cheek. Lobo was taken aback, but as you walked away, he found himself reaching up and touching the spot where your lips had met his cheek.

As Lobo sat alone in the meadow, his flower crown still on his head, he realized that he didn't want to be alone anymore. He wanted to spend more time with you, to feel the happiness and peace that came with your presence.

"See you soon, Y/N."

End~

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[humanfleshbutcher]

HELLO!!

I love that ppl are writing for puss and boots now since the new movie came out bc I've always been starved from the 0 fanfic. He's just so perfect to me and I need the fanfic of him!!

So I'm here to request a romantic puss fanfic. Maybe hurt/comfort? It's raining right now so I feel like rain is needed in the fanfic. Maybe reader feels like a burden or smth and just walks in the rain and eventually puss finds them and just comforts them.

Take your time- I've had patience for 2 years so I can wait a little longer! Can't wait to see the results<3

AAAAA I love this request 😭🤚❤️❤️❤️

Puss in boots x reader 'Comfort'

TW: Mentions of self-degrading

Can be taken platonically and/or romantically

Hurt/comfort

Gn!Reader and cat reader

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Rain poured down from the dark and cloudy sky, it hitting the leafs of plants and the grassy ground being the only sounds that filled the airy atmosphere.

Actually, there was one more sound, the sound of footsteps. Your footsteps. You were upset. Very upset.

Why, you may ask?

Well, out of nowhere you started overthinking. Were you really good for team 'friendship'? I mean, they're nice and all, but are you good enough?

You tried to brush it off, you should really stop thinking that... But it wouldn't go away and you just needed a break. Plus, you liked the rain. It was weirdly calming, even if being wet wasn't a cats favorite thing.

Your head hung low, you didn't want to start crying. Not now. you couldn't stay out here for too long, getting a cold wasn't exactly on your schedule.

You sighed, finally stoping and just stood there. There wasn't much to do, not much to calm you down from your tears. Why couldn't the bad thoughts just go away? It's your head, why can't you make them go away? It was getting too overwhelming.

Why can't you just-

"Y/N!"

You turned around. There he was in all his glory, Puss in boots.

"Puss!" You responded, wiping your eyes. Puss tilted his head in confusion.

"Are you crying?" He wasn't teasing you, he was genuinely worried for you. That only made you want to cry more.

"What? Noo-" You tried to say in a happy tone, but your voice cracks were hard to hide.

Puss slowly walked over to you, and then he hugged you. Almost instantly, you burst into tears. He gently patted your back, holding you close and not letting go.

You don't know how long you've been crying for nor did you know how long Puss and you sat under a tree. You leaning on his shoulder as he gently held you close, both of you staring into the horizon, watching the rain pour.

"What's got you so upset?" He finally asked, your breath hitched. You don't want to seem like you were crying for a stupid reason, but you don't think you can put your feelings into words.

"You don't have to tell me, but if it will make you feel better, I am listening." He added, pressing you closer to himself. You took a deep breath in and out. Maybe telling him this would really help you.

"Well, I guess I just don't think i'm good enough for you guys.... But I don't know how to make myself better or if I even should be in the team because-"

"Y/N."

You looked up at him.

"Don't say things like that. The team loves you so much, we need you with us. And don't even get me started on how perfect you are. Your battle form is amazing and the way you protect us when we're just not enough for the enemy its-... If anything, you're the most perfect thing in the entire world, Y/N.

Your eyes widened, he looked like he meant all of that. You felt warm, you needed to hear this and he knew.

He pressed his forehead to yours and you both just sat there, appreciating each other.

But soon the rain stopped, and you both fell asleep next to that tree. You both held each other close, and dreamt beautiful things. You would thank him so many times if you were awake, but for now you're both resting.

For now you're both at peace.

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I needed to write this😤😤 literally writing this in school but the request is just so 😩🤌✨✨✨ You guys are creative, if not for ya'll i'd be sitting in school sleeping but i'm sorry if it's short I don't have much time