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🌹 DEARIL - CHAPTER 2 🩸

🤍 grim reaper!yandere x immortal!reader 🖤 nobody expects to watch their parents die, but those days always come. those meetings weren't fun. 🤍 warnings: death, dying of an illness, technically parentification, dying from drowning, implied suicide, yandere tendencies (still rather tame in this part) 🖤 rating: sfw

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it was a year and two months before you saw the figure again. things had been going well. your sister got married. your youngest brother was born. your twin had started his apprenticeship. it had all been going so well.

now, your mother is bound to her bed, coughing out blood every few hours. it reminds you too much of how you were on death's door. the scar aches every time you hear her coughs.

your dear mother isn't the only one sick in the village. but she is on the worse end of it. your father, the only doctor for miles and miles, has been running around trying to help and looking after your mother fell mostly on you. your littler siblings are kept far away from the bedroom, only seeing your mother for brief glimpses during dinner.

"how's ma?" emil, your younger brother, asks as you're feeding your youngest sibling. your mother has become too weak to do it herself.

"she's feeling rather well." you answer, knowing full well you're lying. you'd seen a hooded figure, shrouded in swirling shadows, walking through the village. you don't yet know who it is that's died, but at least it didn't come to your door yet.

emil looks sceptical, but leaves to play with his sister ella. you're left with your tiny little brother, silently staring at the wall as he eats. at this point you're just waiting. and you hate nothing more than waiting.

especially when it's on the grim reaper.

you're changing your mother's wet towel when she wakes up for the first time in the whole day. you almost don't notice it, until she reaches for your hands.

"[mc]." she rasps. you turn to her, taking her frail hand in between your own. yours are steady, strong. hers are shaking.

"yes, mama?" you ask softly.

"when i die..." she coughs. "look after your father will you? he's... he's so fragile. he'll try and be stupid once i'm gone."

"of course, mama." you mutter, not trying to argue with her. you both know she's dying. you both know your father loves her far too much. there'd be no point in denying it.

"good child." she relaxes back into her sheets. "you've always been such a good child."

you don't think so. good children don't kill people.

but you don't refute her then either. it's better to let her die thinking that her children are all good sweet angels. it's better for everyone. as she falls back asleep, you re-wet the towel and place it on her head. your poor angel of a mother. this isn't a fate she deserves.

you wait by her bedside that night too.

the dead eyes arrive in the dead of night. you notice the moment your mother stops breathing, knowing that the wait is over. you feel sort of horrible for how relieved you are over it.

"hello, soul." the figure greets, talking to you over your mother's corpse. it feels disrespectful.

"hello, strange figure." you say back, relaxing in your seat. your eyes start to droop, finally feeling like you can rest.

the figure silently extends his hand to your mother's corpse, from where a pallid hand rises. you watch with interest as your mother sits up, her corpse left behind to eternally sleep. she looks around with confusion before finally casting eyes on to the figure.

"i hope you know that your child was meant to die, not you." the figure reveals, much to your astonishment. your mother's eyes widen, but contrary to what the figure believed would happen, they soon soften and melt.

"wonderful." she sighs, a happy smile on her lips. your own eyes soften. she's probably pain free for the first time in months, finally without any worries. some part of you is glad that she finally died.

"you mortals confuse me yet again." the figure frowns.

"parents are meant to die for their children, i'd rather it me than any of them." your mother explains, smiling at you with such affection. you don't think she knows you can see her. "i'd rather not see them follow me to the afterlife any time soon."

"don't worry. this one you'll never see again." the figure mutters. your mother turns to him with confusion, but before she can question his words he squeezes her hand and she turns into a glowing ball.

"quite the thing to say." you finally talk as the figure deposits the glowing soul into his robes.

"it is the truth."

"i thought all souls were meant to die when they're told to?" you repeat the words he'd once said. the figure looks at you with surprise, the wilted rose of a blush appearing on his cheeks once again.

"..." you get no answer, only two dead eyes set on your tired body, very much still breathing and well. the silence stretches, and you really want to go sleep now.

"so... what'd you mean that i was supposed to die instead of ma-?"

the figure disappears into the shadows before you're even finished with your sentence. you scoff, leaning down onto the bed to sleep. you're bound to have a busy day tomorrow, especially once your father comes home. at least you no longer have to wait.

the funeral is two days later. you could barely call it a funeral though. too many people were dying in the village, there isn't time or space for proper funerals.

you spent the whole event comforting your poor father, and comforting your siblings. you know a few days later when your sister arrives you'll have to comfort her too. you don't think you need comforting much, but you've been wrong before. death mostly just makes you... numb.

everything becomes a lot after that, watching after your siblings, watching after your father, watching after the house and home... your father isn't in any condition to work anymore either, which leaves that all on you too. you're not nearly as good a doctor as he is, but at least you have no fear of catching the illness yourself.

your eyes never did get to rest.

you're walking home from another house visit, the poor kid would probably be dying tonight, when you catch sight of the figure again. he's walking towards you, hiding another one of those glowing souls inside his cloak.

"your father's at the bottom of the river."

you shiver hearing his callous words. you open your mouth to question him, but decide against it. you don't think a reaper would lie to you about something like that... but that does bring up a different question.

"why are you here to tell me?" you ask, your fingers tightening around your bag's strap. the news that your father is dead is slowly sinking in.

"..." the figure tilts his head, taking his hood down to look you in the eyes with his dead ones. "someday, these news will be too much for you and you will throw yourself into that knife of yours. i will be here the day that happens. only i can have that stubborn soul of yours."

"i don't think i have much say in such matters." you swiftly answer, almost automatically. the figure smirks, and chuckles. the sound is grating, like a knife in your throat. you would know.

"we'll see, my soul." the figure disappears.

you stand there for a moment, thinking. you'd promised your mother you'd look after your father. you'd failed. what a good child you are.

you start walking home again. there's dinner to be made.

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #🌹 dearil #🌹 grim reaper x immortal

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encantadiafan12 · 2 years

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ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ♧♤:

𝒪𝓃ℯ-𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓗ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈 ࿐:

Severus Snape being with Shinobu Kocho’s Twin-sister! Ravenclaw! Reader would include (Headcanon)

A Demon Slayer's Broken soul 💔(Severus Snape x Demon Slayer! Muggle-born! Slytherin! Reader)

A Wizard's confession and meeting Kanao 🦋 (Severus Snape x Demon Slayer! Slytherin! Muggle-born! Reader; sequel to A Demon Slayer’s Broken soul 💔)

The Mysterious Flower 🌺🌸💮 (Severus Snape x Muggle! Hashira! Demon Slayer! Reader)

The Magical Link 🌺🐍✨ (Severus Snape x Hashira! Kanae Kocho’s twin-sister! Reader)

ℳℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 ❀:

“Sweet but a bit of a.... pyscho” (Severus Snape x Hashira! Reader x Giyū Tomioka)

“Princesses don't cry... don't cry... don't cry...” (Severus Snape x Hashira! Reader)

𝒪𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 ♡:

Ichi ka Bachi ka (Rose Hashira Edition🌹)

ℛℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓗𝒶𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 🌹 ( 𝒮ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓊𝓈 𝒮𝓃𝒶𝓅ℯ 𝓍 𝓗𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶! ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 x 𝒢𝒾𝓎𝓊𝓊 𝒯ℴ𝓂𝒾ℴ𝓀𝒶) (Ongoing):

Prologue: Rose Hashira, Y/n L/n

Chapter 1: The Sorting Ceremony and Harry potter

Chapter 2: The beginning of classes and the mysterious woman; Y/n L/n

The Ravenclaw Priestess:

The Spiritual Love 🏹 (Young Severus Snape x Priestess! Ravenclaw! Half-blood! Reader)

Finally letting her go 🍃 and a Certain Demon Lord🌜 (Young Severus Snape x Priestess! Ravenclaw! Half-blood! Reader)

The Priestess’ admires🌜🕷️🐍 (Young Severus Snape x Priestess! Ravenclaw! Half-blood! Reader)

Finding out about the Chamber of Secrets 🐍 (Young Severus Snape x Priestess! Ravenclaw! Half-blood! Reader)

The Half-Grim Reaper girl: Undertaker's daughter:

The Girl who's in the void 🖤 (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader)

Unexpected encounter 🌜(Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader)

Sesshomaru meets up with Y/n again ☪️ (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader)

Alone time.... (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader)

The L/n Family 🌹⚰️ (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader)

Waiting in the wings 🦋 (Sesshomaru x Anastasia L/n)

The Revelation 💀 (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader)

Finding about Anastasia 🌹 (Sesshomaru x Anastasia L/n)

Meeting familiar faces 🌹😒 (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader)

Y/n and Anastasia’s father: Undertaker 💀⚰️ (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader, Sesshomaru x Anastasia L/n)

(Future Scenarios):

Family bonding 💗 (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader, Sesshomaru x Anastasia L/n)

Kagaya meets Y/n 💮

Rui gets adopted 🕷️

The Reborn Priestess🏹💗:

The Heart-breaking Truth 💔 (Severus Snape x Reborn! Priestess! Ravenclaw! Reader)

Reuniting with old friends ⚔️🏹 (Severus Snape x Reborn! Priestess! Ravenclaw! Reader)

Y/n’s first love: Lord of the Western Lands; Sesshomaru 🌌 (Severus Snape x Reborn! Priestess! Ravenclaw! Reader)

Collaborations but non-canon:

The L/n family 🌹 meets the Diamond family (Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal human! Reader, Severus Snape x Jana Diamond, Sesshomaru x Anastasia L/n)

The Frozen Heart 💙: Behind the scenes (Young! Severus Snape x Jana Diamond)

#harry potter #demon slayer #harry potter crossover #a wizard and a demon slayer #demon slayer crossover #inuyasha #Inuyasha crossover #black butler crossover

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lovingdeath · 4 months

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🌹 DEARIL - CHAPTER 1 🩸

🤍 grim reaper!yandere x immortal!reader 🖤 the first time you're set to die, you don't. and the grim reaper assigned to you isn't particularly happy about it. 🤍 warnings: death, an attempted murder, an actual murder, descriptions of gore and pain, yandere tendencies (though not much in this part yet) 🖤 rating: sfw

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you don't remember how you ended up with a knife lodged in your neck. your mind went completely blank the moment the knife touched your skin, and suddenly you could no longer perceive anything else around you. who'd done it? why'd they done it? was it deserved? were you someone who deserved such an end? no answers enter your mind, none whispered in the wind.

you sit there, leaning against a dead tree. a shadow runs away, leaving you to drown in your own blood, like a coward. you just know they are. you cough out a laugh, your blood gurgling in your throat. to die to a coward... how disgraceful.

you'd like to kill them for this.

another shadow flitters into your sights, a large flowy cape keeping them from your drooping eyes. you don't think much of the fact that you didn't see them walk up to you. you're not exactly in a position to question such things.

"[mc], 19, second child of the menger family. drowning via blood." a monotone masculine voice lists off. you frown, trying to look at who'd dare to do such a thing in front of a dying person.

"if you are to insult me so, do it looking me in the eyes." you sneer, rivulets of blood leaking from your mouth alongside the words.

"..." the figure is silent, before crouching down to your height. "only a mortal would think facts as insults."

"sometimes they can be..." you mutter, your voice turning into a gasp at the last moment. you cough, which then turns into a coughing fit, blood staining your off-white shirt. when your throat finally calms, you sigh with a whistle.

"are you done?" the figure asks. "death forsake me, dying souls are so bothersome."

you'd answer, but your throat is starting to feel like it's being grated. you finally realize that you actually have a knife in your throat. what the fuck.

the figure extends a pale hand to you. "now, come along. we have an afterlife to get to."

you raise your brow, wondering why they seem so certain that you'll just go along with whatever they want. an awkward silence extends around you as neither of you budge from your positions.

their hand falters, their head tilting beneath their hood. "well? soul, come to me."

you're sort of starting to feel bad for them. you don't think you'd be able to get up even if you wanted to, so their attempts seem truly useless. especially as they start frantically extending their hand to you over and over and over again.

"soul! stop being stubborn!" they finally hit their breaking point, flinging their hood off. you blink. he's distractingly pretty, even with his hollow dead eyes.

"...beaut...ful..." you murmur. you blink in surprise. you didn't mean to say that outloud. you didn't think you could say it out loud.

"wha?!" the figure flusters, an odd shade of red staining his pale cheeks. like wilted roses. "soul, you sure are strange. still clinging to that mortal body of yours. leave it, and stop this nonsense."

"no idea... what yo... mean..." you mutter, your voice getting stronger. you lift your hand, no idea where the strength is coming from, and touch where the knife meets your throat. it's stopped bleeding, though the amount of blood already there makes it hard to tell.

the figure kneels down next to you, tapping his lips contemplatively. you ignore him, grabbing the handle of the damned knife and pull it out. it feels like fire in your throat, but it quickly passes, only a few drops of blood dripping from the remaining wound.

"why, exactly, are you not dying?" he asks.

"don't-" you cough. "don't care."

you struggle to get up, the rough bark stinging your hands as you use the dead and bloody tree for help. the figure makes no move to help you, simply observing you with his dead eyes.

"thanks for the help, stranger." you shoot a glare at the figure.

"i cannot touch living flesh, soul." he answers, glaring at you with the same intensity. "once you're dead, i can be of help."

"yeah, no thank you." you scoff, finally stable enough to stay up without help from the tree. a few unsure steps lead to you confidently walking towards your home. towards where you know that damned coward is hiding.

you will kill them for this.

the figure watches you walk away, before fading from view into the shadows of the forest. but you can feel dead eyes following you still.

you look down at the corpse of your tormentor with hollow eyes. foolish child. the knife that had found it's home in your name is gripped in your hand, now bloody with their blood. her blood.

"well, that was an interesting tale of revenge." the figure is back, leaning on the wall near the locked door of the house. "if you could die now, we shall end this whole debacle."

"no thank you." you mutter, locating the nearest rag to clean your knife. you think you'll be keeping it. it's pretty.

the figure scoffs. "we'll see about that. all mortal souls are to die when they're told to. yours will be no different, i assure you."

you don't answer, done cleaning your new prize and your hands. some blood remains on your shirt, but most of it is your own. you doubt anyone could realize where a few spots are from.

"goodbye, strange figure." you call as you finally walk past him and leave the house. the corpse behind you is left to rot. "i do so hope i won't see you anytime soon again."

the figure watches you leave again, before his eyes fall on the corpse on the ground. he doesn't think they were meant to die today. so much paperwork to do today. so many higher-ups to talk to. how annoying.

how... fascinating.

he'd be sure to go against your wishes. only he would be allowed to take your soul. you would be his to collect and keep. he'd just have to be... patient about it.

yes, patient. that's surely it.

patience.

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #🌹 dearil #🌹 grim reaper x immortal

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