#deathxreader

I’m making a Death x reader thingy.

Pairing: Death x Reader? it’s not really a relationship it just part of the plan??

Word count: 866

Warnings: Stripper!Reader and Death is the character on the receiving end of what that can imply.

A/n: This is my (late) entry for @impalaimagining F.R.I.E.N.D.S Quote challenge. Ive never seen the show so i have no clue the context of my prompt but i imagine it happened much like this....

Prompt: The stripper stole the ring!

You turned towards Dean, glaring at him. Only he could manage to get you in this predicament.

“How the hell do you think i'm going to get him to give me his ring? Hello he is death I mean it's not like he likes us!”

Pairing : Death, Reader

Word count : 187

Prompt : @writing-prompt-s - “This is not my job! This is the exact opposite of my job!” screamed the grim reaper as the human went into labour.

You were waiting for Dean in the motel. He had swore he wouldn’t take too long, but it had been hours. You were tired of waiting, and you couldn’t wait anymore if you wanted to. So you walked out, and headed for where he had told you he’d be.

As soon as you stepped into the place, looking around confused, you saw him sitting there, eating. “You.” You growled. “Where the hell is Dean?”

Turning, Death looked you up and down. “He’s busy.”

“I need him. Bring him back.” You groaned.

“If he stops what he is doing, he loses the bet. And he doesn’t get Sam’s soul. You can wait.”

“Look, you son of a bitch-” you started, but were cut off by the gush of water. “No. No. Fuck. Get me Dean. Now! Or you’re delivering this baby.”

“This is not my job.” He scoffed and shook his head. “This is the exact opposite of my job!”

You grabbed him by the collar and growled through the pain of a contraction. “Look, asshole, you’re all I fucking have right now, and this kid ain’t waiting.”

~A short Death scenario~

The pale rider charges forward with his steed, currently trying to escape a crowd of low-level undead. Of course, the horseman could have easily defeated any of them, but he found them rather annoying, and at any point a crowd of them would appear, he preferred not to deal with them.

You held tightly to his middle so as not to fall off of Despair. Death would passively swing at a few with his large scythe, you helped when you could, shooting their heads with the puny gun you had from earth.

You couldn’t do much damage against most of the things Death faced, but at least you could manage to help with these pests.

It wasn’t much longer before the two of you rode through a ravine, and the undead fell behind you. You breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against Death’s back.

“Tired, are we?” Death dully asked. He looked at you over his shoulder, a playful gleam in his eye.

“After getting back from an intense mission? Yes of course I’m tired. Not all of us are magical beings, you know.” You retaliate, with a roll of your eyes.

Sensing your fatigue, and feeling as though the area was relatively safe, Death haults Despair. “I suppose it was a long day. Not for me but...”

“You just can’t rest without giving someone a hard time, can you?” You smile at him before hopping off the large horse, walking over to a crook in the ravine. The horseman chuckles at you.

“It’s habit, I suppose. You’d understand if you’d ever lived with my siblings.” He dismounts, and sends Despair to rest. “Though, I must admit, you did well today.”

You look at the horseman with wide eyes. Did he just...

“Did you just offer me a compliment?” You blink several times as to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The horseman grunts.

“Don’t let it get to your head. I am merely acknowledging a job well done. But that doesn’t mean you need to get your head in the clouds with excitement and over-confidence.”

With a laugh you nod, going to set up a little campfire. You appreciated these small breaks Death would grant you. Sometimes you felt bad, considering he as a nephilum doesn’t need rest, but you knew you’d be a better help to the horseman if you were well rested.

As you gathered your bearings, the horseman found his way to your side. He sat in thought, reminiscing over the latest trip the two of you had done.

He recalled your surprising bravery throughout the last few weeks...you had adapted well to each situation. Sure there were moments where you could improve, after all you’re only human.

Still...Death found your adaptability impressive. It baffled him to admit it, but he really enjoyed your companionship.

You fought diligently for a human, and you never gave up. Never. And perhaps one of the most surprising things about you to Death was how kind you were. Here you are, a human. You’ve lost your family, you know nothing about the worlds Death visits, you don’t really know anything about the horseman other than what Death tells you...And yet you still offer to help at every turn.

A sense of pride swelled the horseman’s chest as he pondered your growth. He would never admit it to anyone, and at times probably didn’t realize it himself...but you had crept your way into his stone cold heart. Your recent presence in his life had changed things that had never been altered before, and he found himself feeling happier.

“Um...Death?”

Your voice interrupts his thoughts. “Hm?” He grunts in reply.

“Why are you staring at me? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I ?” You look back at the horseman, watching his gaze. He had been watching you for quite some time, though you noticed, his gaze wasn’t as piercing or serious as usual...it seemed...calm. Peaceful.

The pale rider hums again in response,”I hadn’t noticed... no. You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m simply lost in my thoughts.” Death looks away, as you sit back down at the fire.

“Well,”you chime,”that’s good to know. Hey though, while you’re in deep thought, I wouldn’t mind hearing another compliment?” You smirk, looking over at him.

Death offers a chuckle and a shake of his head,”Don’t push your luck, (Y/N). If it’s a compliment you want, you’d better work on your campfire building skills first.” He points to it,”This little thing is practically useless.”

“HEY!!” You groan, punching his shoulder,”I worked hard on that you know!!”

The horseman throws his head back in laughter, his voice deep, but playful. It was something you’d never heard before, Death was always so...grim. The sound of his laughter brought a smile to your face.

“I only jest,” Death looks at you,”Of course what does need work is your aim...”

“DEATH!!!” You cross your arms and pout. He horseman chuckles and stands.

“I’ll start the watch for enemies. You get some rest, small one.”

With a shake of your head, you lie down and close your eyes. A few moments pass and you call out,

“Goodnight, Death.”

As the horseman is walking away, he pauses, taking a glance back at you.

“Yes...Goodnight.”

He walks off in the distance, beginning his watch.

Every nudge he has to give you, every demon you almost get killed by, and every question you ask.

You apologize, knowing that the horseman could run much more efficiently without you. One day, however, the horseman stops you.

He states your name seriously yet softly, causing you to look up at him. “If I didn’t want your company, I would have left you behind long ago.” He turns toward you and gazes into your eyes firmly,”You are not a burden. You are my company, and the last surviving human. And right now, you are the one thing thats going to redeem my brother, so in fact, I appreciate your company.” And without another word, he turns swiftly and heads towards his destination once again.

You blink several times, astonished at his words. Did the pale rider, known for his sarcasm and sternness just offer you consolation? A faint smile appears on your face, but quickly fades as Death shouts behind him,

“If you dont hurry I WILL leave you behind.”

Tripping over yourself, you race towards the horseman, not wanting to pry at his patience.

A/N: I have such a love of Death

“The only good  thing about this god forsaken holiday are the themed drinks.” Death stirs his candy cane milkshake, smiling as you offer him a bag of cookies. “Where did you get these, darling?”

“This weird little hole in the wall,” you say, opening the bag. “Hot chocolate-gingerbread cookies, candy cane icing,” you add, scrunching your nose. 

“These will either be delicious –”

“Or revolting. But you like everything revolting.”

“Well, I like you,” he says, smirking and grabbing the bag from you. “And if you call yourself revolting, you’re delusional.”

You cross your arms, standing in front of him. “Fine, I’m the exception. Now help me hang the Christmas lights.”

“I have more fun ideas in mind. Sit on Santas lap,” Death cooes, the same lazy smile glued to his face. 

“You’re not even wearing a Santa hat,” you giggle. He shrugs, setting down his drink before pulling you down to his lap. He peppers your neck with kisses, chuckling when you giggle. 

“In true Santa fashion, the hat is also imaginary,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you. The faint sound of Christmas music fills the room, and he rocks you softly to the beat, closing his eyes and resting his head against you. “Does that mean you tried the cookies?”

“I did,” you say, pressing a kiss against his forehead. “Revolting.”

“I see.” He sighs, craning his head to look up at you. “Yet you still brought them to me, do our tastes differ that much?”

“Yes. Yes they do,” you say, smiling down at him. He hums, stroking his fingers over your arm and flicking his eyes down. 

“That’s fine, as long as you’ll still tolerate my tastes,” he says. You mimick his humming, booping him on the nose. 

“Of course, if you’ll tolerate mine.”

Request: @moderndeathsblog :Can I request Death x Reader? There is not many of this, so yeah. ‘Lil, old Death need love to 💜   Characters: DeathxReader, Sam, Dean   Words: 1,539   Warnings: swearing