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This was such a fun and inspiring project to be on, and I think I got the best fit for my partner author.

I hope you all enjoy the art we created 💜

by [thatblueskylark](https://archiveofourown.org/users/thatblueskylark/pseuds/thatblueskylark)

Edit: added the art bc how did I write a whole post and add tags and no art? Silly 🫣

Using some reference to make art (I'm working so hard to do bodies damn this is rough)

Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

Summary - Grim Reaper! Yoongi x reader, highschool!au, you’ve always been surrounded by bad luck. You would constantly find yourself in terribly embarrassing situations. But when one girl takes your humiliation too far, a very attractive upperclassman might just save your life.

Pairing: Grim reaper!Yoongi X reader

Genre: Angst, fluffish, highschool!au, supernatural!au, fate!au

WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, intense bullying, swearing.

Word count: 1,616

PART 1

The rest of your day passes smoothly, with nobody even sparing you a look, and suddenly you’re on your way home, to rest off your stress and agitation. Yoongi will occasionally look at you, sometimes even with a soft look on his face. You’ve realized he’s always quiet, even when he’s around the boys.

Speaking of the boys, they’re coming over tonight to hang out with Namjoon. You decide to stay in your room, even though Jungkook will probably try to get you to come out, as you seem to be someone he enjoys talking to, since you share a love for video games, namely, overwatch. As you walk around your room softly, you think about what Yoongi said to you earlier.

“Why are you so quiet?” He looked at you, and grinned slightly.

“I don’t know. Is there something you want to talk about? Your next class is really far.” You shrug.

“How did you meet Namjoon? You seem to be really close to him.” You turn right with him flanking your left, shooting yet another angry look to a passerby.

“We met in a cafe close to your house, actually. He knocked my papers out of my hands, and then he managed to do it twice, so I figured we needed to know each other. Fate loves me. And maybe, fate loves you too, we’ll just have to see.”

Just like that, he was gone, and he didn’t bring it up again later, when he walked you to Namjoon’s car. You couldn’t help but try to dissect his statement. Fate loves me. And maybe, fate loves you too, we’ll just have to see. Huffing in confusion, you flop onto your bed and cuddle your squishiest pillow. Boys are so odd, why are they so peculiar?

Within moments, the doorbell rings, and Namjoon answers. You hear the six distinct voices reverberating throughout your house.

“Hey! Where’s Y/n?” Jungkook inquires, most likely with a childish pout adorning his lips.

“She’s resting, it’s best to let her be. I have something I need to talk to you all about, anyway, so it’s for the best that she isn’t here.” Silence is met to your ears at his statement. What? What could they need to talk about, that you shouldn’t hear? You decide stupidly to stay awake for their visit, to try and hear whatever they have to talk about. You try to rest your ear on the door, but you can’t hear anything, so you open your door as quietly as possible. Down the hall, in Namjoon’s room, you can hear them talking.

“What’s with you, Yoongi? You never seem so interested in humans.” Seokjin is speaking to him, softly enough that you can barely hear. Humans? Are they NOT human? A sigh grabs your attention.

“She’s different. I don’t know, I’ve always been drawn to her like-” Yoongi begins with a deep breath.

“That’s still my sister, Yoongi, word choice is key.” Ah, Namjoon, always being your personal spokesperson, even at times when you didn’t really ask for him to be.

“I heard this story, the other day, Namjoon.” Hoseok speaks up over the boys.

“What about?”

“About humans. You know how we became, what we are. The reason we have to carry out our duties.” Silence. This topic must be difficult for them. What are they talking about though? “They say, that before we were reincarnated, we all had someone we were supposed to meet, someone who would have saved us from our- demises. But, since we prematurely took our lives against fate’s plan, we are doomed to meet them and watch them in agony, but never be able to make it stop, until we leave.” A stale tension rises in the air as they sit there in the news.

“So, I might have been fated to meet her in my original life?” Yoongi breathes out again.

“I think so, Yoongi. That’s why you’re so attracted to her. She was supposed to save you, but you never let her.”

“So that’s why, That’s why I can’t help but laugh at all her jokes, why she’s so addicting to be around?”

“That’s right. I did some research, and it checks out. I would recommend you try to distance yourself from her, even though it will hurt you. She will constantly get bullied until she becomes like you if you stay around, and this life isn’t good for Y/n. We all know that.” You get up, and walk away from the door silently. What you just heard, you don’t understand. You shake your shoulders and head to the kitchen to grab yourself your favorite snack, cookies. You love to bake, and cook, because Joon very much cannot. Namjoon cooking always ends with the kitchen looking like a bomb went off, paired with explicatives, and once, he even set fire to the food. You pitied that side of Namjoon, the only thing besides piano you were better than him at.

Namjoon’s door opens, and boys flood down the hallway, passing the kitchen. All except Jungkook, who waltzes into the kitchen behind you.

“Hey kookie, look!” You hand him one of your snacks.

“Very original.”

“A cookie, for kookie!” He looks away, unamused, and shoves the cookie into his mouth.

“I don’t think that’s very funny, Y/n.” His blush and spaced out look bring you to a giggle.

“Oh, come on! You have to admit, it was pretty good, right?” He smirks, buut tries to act cool still.

“Not funny.” His small smirk is a full on grin as he turns away and walks toward the door.

“I’ve gotta go, stay funny, Y/n!” You nod and smile to him as he takes a last look at you before walking back out to join the boys. Nibbling on your cookies, you scroll through your phone. In your messages is an image, received when you were talking to Jungkook. It’s of you, taken as you are now, a cookie in your mouth. You gasp and drop everything in your hands, rushing to the living room with your phone.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s stalking us.”

“You cannot be serious.” Namjoon casually strides to you, taking your phone from your shaking hands, and looks at it.

“Where was it even taken?” Namjoon pales.

“The window. Someone was watching through the kitchen window. Drop all the blinds. Now. Boys, we’ll go look around the house, make sure we’re safe. Y/n, do not come out of this house, yeah?” You nod and scramble to close any peek of the outside your house has. All blinds shut, you sit anxiously awaiting the boys to return. After ten agonizing minutes, Yoongi enters the house and takes a seat far from you.

“The boys are finishing up looking, but in the meantime, there’s something I would like to tell you something.” You nod and look to him expectantly, twiddling your thumbs. “I am not, human. I’m not a monster, before you jump to conclusions. I, and the boys as well, am a grim reaper, a creature commonly thought of as one person. There are many of us. We help guide souls to their final judgements in a lifetime. Then, the souls either get sent back to earth, or they go to heaven, and if they don’t, they go to eternal damnation. This is the human equivalent of hell. I know it’s a lot to take in, and I will answer all of your questions.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and you can see him shaking slightly, like he’s nervous about your reaction to the new information.

“How did you become this way?”

“As you may believe, fate controls everything around us. Fate, however, is not concrete. One could potentially make a rash decision and throw fate off. Those who manage to really throw her off, meet her wrath. When someone commits suicide far before they have completed their life’s purpose, they are sent to a different form of damnation, where they live a life of reaping souls. That is how I was created to this form.” You take a shaky breath, and nod.

“All of you? All 7? Even Joon?” He smiles sadly.

“Yes. We all work together to send souls to where they belong.”

“And where will I go?”

“I could only imagine you going to heaven, or being reincarnated. You aren’t even close to being evil.”

At this point, the boys start filing through the doorway with solemn looks on their faces.

“Yoongi, this is no longer safe.” Jungkook looks to you with upset eyes.

“What?” You look to them all for answers.

“Y/n. If I hadn’t have killed myself, your soul was supposed to save mine. In our past lives. I never got to meet you, and you never got to fulfill your purpose because of my selfishness, so you were reincarnated. The other side to the curse on me is that if I found you, you would constantly suffer until your death. The only way for you to be happy is for me to leave.” Your hands grip your knees and tears blur your vision. You can’t really explain why, but you can feel your soul screaming in agony, you can feel your head bursting with pain, your heart shattering.

“No, no, no, what’s happening, help me!” You cry out in broken sobs and you grasp for anything to comfort you, meeting Namjoon’s soft arms, as your vision blurs to blackness.

“It’s okay, Y/n, it’ll all be okay.” Jungkook whispers into your hair.

“Don’t let him go, please.” I reach for the fading image of your brother.

“Okay, okay, rest please.”

Summary - Grim Reaper! Yoongi x reader, highschool!au, you've always been surrounded by bad luck. You would constantly find yourself in terribly embarrassing situations. But when one girl takes your humiliation too far, a very attractive upperclassman might just save your life.

Pairing: Grim reaper!Yoongi X reader

Genre: Angst, fluffish, highschool!au, supernatural!au, fate!au

WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, intense bullying, swearing.

Word count: 1,276

DONT JUDGE ME, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, I’M TRYING.

This time, she took it too far. You had been getting bullied for as long as you could remember, but this - this was too much. You came to school today in your favorite shirt and skirt combo, an outfit your older brother deemed adorable, did your hair and makeup, and went to school. You should’ve known eunha wouldn’t let you get through a peaceful wednesday.

“Hey, Y/n! Where’d you get that shirt? Goodwill? You look homeless, couldn’t you at least try to look cute for once?” She hand her friends laughed at you, their hair perfect, manicured nails seated on their thin hips. “I mean, it looks like you went to the street corner and found that on the side. How pitiful.” She cackled loudly again, flipping her hair over her shoulder. You don’t say anything back, you just take what she has to give. You’ve realized at this point, that fighting only makes it so much worse for you.

She could have stopped at the mean remarks, but she had to make it worse. In that moment, eunha spilled her freezing cold caramel frappucino all over you. The cold liquid covered your shirt, skirt, and your brand new shoes, which WERE white.

“Awe, look! Now it has the stains to match the stain of an owner! Why don’t you just go home, already?” This was your breaking point. Tears started to flow down your cheeks as you took in her actions.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” Your brother screams as he sprints to your side. You cower behind him quietly as he fumes at the girls.

“Namjoon! Hey! I just bumped into her, she’s so clumsy, we didn’t even see each other, isn’t that right, Y/n?” She eyes you for an answer, but only receives a very, very angry older sibling.

“Look, I don’t know what shit you seem to want to pull, but I saw everything. Now, you can either stop fucking talking to my sister, or I can show everyone those pictures you sent me last weekend. I don’t mind exposing you, princess, if you’re going to treat my sister with anything less than respect.” Her face flushes, and then blushes profusely.

“You are a dick, Kim Namjoon!” He nods, and she rushes her friends away from him. Soon enough, your brother turns around to you.

“Are you okay, Y/n? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here faster.” He rubs the tears from your eyes, taking some makeup with it. “Hey, don’t cry, do you want to skip today? I’ll take you home and you can take a bath, properly wash the coffee out of your hair. Sound good?” You nod, and he takes you home.

The bath is warm and smells sweetly of coffee by the time you’re done rinsing your skin free of the sticky substance. Namjoon took to the tv, turning on your favorite tv show and preparing snacks for a marathon, so you could relax. He was always very caring of you. When you were born, you don’t know why, but your birth parents put you into an orphanage. That orphanage had just received Namjoon a year prior, and he quickly took a liking to you, in a platonic sort of way. He always made sure you were safe, and when he was adopted, he turned down 3 families before one agreed to take you with him. Since then, you have been together through everything. Being only a year older, it was easy for you both to relate emotionally to hardships. At one point, everyone loved both of you, but eventually, he began to be known as the smarter sibling, the prettier sibling, the more talented sibling, though nobody would know that you actually taught Namjoon music. He had never been interested until you made him learn.

You step out of the now cold water, and dry yourself off, as you look in the mirror. You can’t believe you got to this point, you can’t believe you let them go this far. Now, your favorite outfit is ruined, and you don’t know how you’re going to go to school tomorrow. That could all come in time. What you need right now is a pair of comfy sweatpants, a hoodie, and some cheez-its. Heading down the stairs, you hear the tv playing, and you feel your stress melting away.

---

The next day, you find yourself more anxious than ever for what school might hold for you today. No matter what, Namjoon promised he would be there by your side all day. And oddly enough, that gave you a lot of comfort.

Eunha didn’t spare you a glance when you walked into the building with Namjoon. You were glad for that, but you weren’t glad anymore when you got to your locker, with Namjoon and his friends. They had all agreed to ensure your safety, per Namjoons request. Upon your locker is a multitude of sticky notes, some hateful, some just rude, and other really depressing. From how stupid you are to how you should kill yourself, the notes range broadly in both color, and the handwriting that adorns them. The worst part of it all is the petition on the top for you to wither away and die.

“Harsh much?” Yoongi, one of Namjoon’s oldest friends, spats viciously. He looks around to the smug classmates in the hallway who are staring at you menacingly. “What the fuck are you looking at?! I could fucking destroy every single one of you! Go! Scatter before I act on my words!” He roars to them, and they run like rats. He looks at Namjoon with a reddened face, and he scowls. “Post it.” And with one, swift moment, Namjoon posts his warning.

‘Dear fellow classmates,

The next person to humiliate my sister, is to be handled by Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. Unless you would like to meet your maker, I would really insist you leave her alone. Thank you, and goodbye.”

After that, school was quiet. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung weren’t around a lot, they were part of a lot of clubs and organizations, and none of their classes ever were around yours. Min yoongi had the closest classes to yours, so he was around a lot. He was always very grumpy, and you couldn’t tell why. He would quietly walk you between classes, throwing glares at anyone who looked your way. Yoongi was always nice to you, he’s just quiet.

“Yoongi?” You fumbled to put your hands in your pockets.

“Yes?”

“Why are you so quiet?” He looked at you, and grinned slightly.

“I don’t know. Is there something you want to talk about? Your next class is really far.” You shrug.

“How did you meet Namjoon? You seem to be really close to him.” You turn right with him flanking your left, shooting yet another angry look to a passerby.

“We met in a cafe close to your house, actually. He knocked my papers out of my hands, and then he managed to do it twice, so I figured we needed to know each other. Fate loves me. And maybe, fate loves you too, we’ll just have to see.” He winks, and sends you into your classroom, confused out of your mind, and wondering what on earth he meant by his cryptic words.