#pib the last with x reader

[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.

[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(╥﹏╥))

[cinnapuppymilk]

still alive! just taking my time because I want to write Deaths character to the best of my abilites. However its almost done, new chapter dropping soon :>

art by Adonyne on twt.

[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 😅

[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~

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.~☆

[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

[moondeetoo]

Can't wait to put my hands on my tablet to draw him and color him,,,, 🫨🫠

[mcmuerteflurry]

Someone should make a story Death x Y/n angst where death loses the reader in a battle field and death become delusional that they’re still alive.

[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.

[xvenusflytrapx]

found this add on here and changed it to my comfort character/fandom

[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.

[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.

[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]

what would it take for jack to genuinely be romantically interested in someone/what is he like in said relationship?

Really getting me out of my comfort zone with this one!! Jack strikes me as very anti.. romance. No lovey dovey!! But if I were to write romantic Jack.. 👀

•It would definitely be a LONG process. It would take so excruciatingly long that it would be more beneficial to just give up. Though, if you didn’t? He’s sort of a tough cookie and a dismissive lovey. He’ll always make it seem like he doesn’t want to do soft gestures (“Augh, since you’re insisting!” When You didn’t say anything) but he’ll do it anyways.

•Its small gestures with him. No fancy kisses up your arm sort of deal, but its always walking behind you instead of overcompensating and leading the way like the macho man he is. He keeps a hand on the small of your back, even in public, and holds open doors for you and allows you in first.

•One other major/minor thing is that he leans down when talking to you or listening. He towers over everyone, and always makes himself as big as can be, but he takes that small moment to make himself “little” again.

•Not to mention, he shares! He considers you often, and even if that is only a few times daily. He takes a bite of a pastry, and gives You the rest. That, or he cuts a piece of a pie and gives you the first slice.

•He takes time to fix your ties, bows, straightens your jackets, smooths out wrinkles in your shirts, fixes your buttons… Its ALL small acts. He even puts up your hair if you ask!

•As a major thing, he will protect you. This man can take a grenade and be fine, so much like the bears at goldi, he will bear hug you and tuck you against his chest as his back got the onslaught of whatever-the-fuck-fits-this-scenario

EDIT: I had smth At the end here but it deleted RAHH! BASICALLY IT WAS JUST SUPER CHALLENGING!! Putting soft romantic ideas into him is very difficult </3 but it pays off and is actually rly cute to think about 🥺

[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.

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