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noffy96 · 6 months

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My first Afterdeath fic

So decided to try my hand at some afterdeath for a change. Had this idea a while ago, but it was slow going to get made. But i am very proud of the result. Hope you all enjoy as well.

also shortest story not made for a event in while, seems i can write under 6000 words XD

Take a break.

Word count: 3,833

Chapter 1/1

Summary:

He tried to move his wings, but his back felt so heavy. Then the scythe slid out of his hands and clattered loudly to the floor. He stumbled after it trying to catch it, but instead, he fell forward. He expected to hit the ground. But landed on something soft instead. What was that? He didn’t own any carpets…? It also didn’t feel like his bed.

He tried to move up but his head was screaming at him to stop. To just lay down in this warmth and take a rest. Something touched the back of his head, his hood had been blown back. It felt familiar.. and warm...

Reaper overworks himself and collapses after accidentally teleporting to the save screen.

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He came to a staggering stop and stared at the pulsing soul in front of him. The guy had been stubborn and strong. Types like him usually were. He reached for the soul, and could still feel it cry out. Even with no physical form left, it tried to fight. Strong for a simple monster soul. He wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve.

And did his best to send a calming presence, as well as sorrow and regret through his magic. He didn’t blame any soul for fighting, for trying to live that bit longer. No, but it didn’t make his job any easier. He summoned his scythe and cut through the white pulsing soul and it faded away. He hoped the young soul could find some rest.

He staggered forward, catching himself on the handle of his weapon. His wings dragged on the floor, at some point it had simply become too tiresome to keep them hidden in the ether. He was exhausted, he had to fight the last ten souls he had to reap. Each one fought back harder than the last, and before that, he had an entire universe full of souls that he had to reap after Error had gotten a hold of the universe and destroyed it. So many confused and lost souls, and not having enough time to give the full comfort he wanted to give. He hasn’t been home or visited his love for a long while.

That is what he gets for slacking off. He pushed himself uprighting with a flap of his wings. Summoning his clipboard from the ether, the ringing of the souls calling for him became louder in his skull the second he touched it. He didn’t know who decided to make that a good idea. To amplify the sound of souls calling for death the second he touched it. Like he couldn’t hear them on a daily basis. And it was making the headache he was having worse.

He bet it was Asgore’s idea, just to torture him. He tried to get it removed, for his brothers' sake. But none of the other gods were willing to help them…or shall he say, weren’t willing to go against Asgore, They were willing to help his baby brother any way they could. And he was thankful for that. He could care less what they thought of him. He got everything he wanted, in the form of an angry, grumpy little skeleton. If only he could get him out of that bleak dark world, and he be perfectly happy.

He leaned against his scythe and squinted at the list, trying to read the swirling words. Next stop…a Horrortale universe. That was probably gonna be another fight. He hoped he could catch this one unaware, but he doubted it. They are too alert for their own good sometimes.

He held his head as a shot of pain went through his head, clutching the clipboard to his front so it wouldn’t drop to the floor. The cries were getting louder, did that stupid destroyer kill another universe?!. He was never gonna see Geno again at this rate.

He grumbled and went to put away his list of names when he saw streaks of blue were now on the paper.

How did those get there? His free hand went to his chest. And felt that his robe was kinda wet, he looked down to see that his chest was a darker black than the rest, and the brown rope holding it together was stained as well.

Oh….he was bleeding…

Okay, he’d go home and change robes then, he doesn’t need another reason for those horror monsters to spot him. He rubbed at his tired face accidentally leaving blood streaks all over.

Great.

Fuck it, he was tired. He didn’t really have time to change. But if he doesn’t his next job may take longer with how many horror monsters would be able to sniff him, so Asgore can suck it. And hey, maybe he can spot his brother. This way he can find a way to apologize for all the times he made the younger cover for him.

With a sigh, he straightened himself and began to think of home. The place he wouldn’t be judged, where he and his brother could be themselves. Where he could relax, on a warm couch and not think about the ringing in his skull that signaled that his work would never be truly done. Warm hands massaging away the pain. The quiet of the darkness.

He teleported, and his whole vision swam. And his none existing eyelights went out, leaving the void sockets even darker. He summoned his scythe again, and the staff of it landed on the ground with a loud chunk, echoing loudly in the room, making his ears ring.

He was sure, he heard something else, but all he could focus on was to keep standing. Wait.. Why was he standing…? He could float?! That will take the weight off his back.

“Don’t..move Reaps…”

“Geno?” he wasn’t sure if he spoke it, or only thought it, as darkness consumed him. Worried about his partner, how was he out of the save screen…that should kill him.

It felt like he was swimming in that worry for a while, darkness clinging to him, and trying to keep him under wraps. At some point early on, the ringing in his head got softer. And a warmth spread slowly through him, dragging him back to sleep.

When it finally spat him out at the other end, he was feeling better, but no less tired. But something was stroking his skull gently, and holding him in place. And he had to know what happened to Geno. So he opened his eyes, only to find that it was still dark, but this darkness was familiar.

“How did I…?” he murmured confusedly.

“Reaps..?”

He looked up to see the worried face of his boyfriend.

“You’re awake..”

The relief in the other's voice made something clench in his own chest. He had never meant, to make him worry in any way. He tried to lift his arm, it felt like lead, but he managed to cup his love's face anyway.

“Hey…Darling, “

He wanted to flirt, make the other fluster, maybe give a teasing wink. Geno would get huffy. But he’d know he was alright.

A kiss was placed on top of his head. He must look terrible if the other gave him affection so readily without making a fuss. Closing his eyes he leaned into the gesture, eyes fluttering open as the other pulled away.

“What happened Reaps?”

Fingers were stroking along his skull again, keeping the ringing in his head far away.

“Dunno was just trying to get home…”

Geno’s one good eye narrowed.

“Someone tried to attack you when you made a portal? Those cowards..”

He blinked up confused,

“What.?” He didn't use a portal? He only used that when bringing someone along. Otherwise, he just teleported.

“I’ll find whoever did this to you reaps, and then they wished they could have had death instead “

Geno continued to rant, and his soul got filled to the brim with affection for this small monster trying to defend a god. And he partly didn’t wanna correct him, but he also didn’t want the other to look for an attacker that wasn’t even there.

“No..no love..nobody attacked me…well no one, that I wasn’t reaping,”

Geno’s still frowned, apparently not satisfied.

“Then what?”

He closed his eyes, his head was still pounding. His ribs were also starting to ache terribly. There was probably a crack in them considering the bleeding. Now that he thought back to it it was a bit embarrassing what had happened. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Trying to think of a way to phrase it, without sounding like a total idiot and for Geno to throw him off.

“Reaper?”

“It’s nothing…”

He mumbled. He regretted it as soon as he said it. And he felt the hands around him tighten harshly.

“Nothing?! NOTHING?!. You suddenly appeared into the safe screen covered in blood, and just collapsing and you call it nothing?! “

He shrank back into his hood.

“I...I didn’t mean”

“You didn't mean what reaper?! Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was? You just…collapsed. You were walking for fucks sake! I just managed to catch you. You could have cracked your skull open, and then what? What was I supposed to do then? There is nothing here to help you!”

He didn’t answer, there was not much he could say that would make this okay. Then something wet his face and he looked back up into Geno’s eye to see he was crying

Tears falling from his eye onto his own face

“I was scared you big dumb bird brain. Stupid fucking asshole… really scared”

His love shoulders shook, and for a moment all he could do was stare wide-eyed up. As more tears fell onto his face. He scrambled to sit up and turn around. Softly holding onto Geno’s upper arms.

“Fuck..Geno..No..sorry. I am so sorry. I just…I knew you would get mad at me when I told you what happened..and..fuck I didn’t mean to scare you. I really had no idea it looked so bad. I never wanted to scare you like that. Ever my love. “

He rubbed Geno’s arms softly up and down. Even though all he wanted to do was warp his lover up in his arms. But Geno might just punch him in the gut for that move. Geno glared up at him. And he hangs his head

“Yeah…stupid I know. I’ll tell you what really happened. Promise!..Just..I am so sorry.”

They sat there for a while, Him slowly stroking Geno’s arms up and down. While Geno still glared at him. Tears flowed from his eye But slowly got a hold of himself.

Eventually, Geno pulled back, backing into the corner of the couch, wiping at his face

“Talk”

He nodded settling against the opposite corner, with a groan. Now that he wasn’t as worried about his love he could feel all the aches and pains coming back. Then hissed as his crooked wing got folded in between himself and the cushion on his side. Grubling as he had to tug it free, as it felt too heavy to move on its own.

He glanced back over to Geno. Who still looked quite put out, but seemed to have softened at watching him struggle. Eye glancing towards his front, he wondered if it was stained with blood still. He sighed deeply and decided to start talking.

“I think…I think I might have just passed out from overworking?” He felt a flush come over his face

“I just…I hadn't had any time to eat or drink in days. Much less rest, so…”

He trailed off as Geno had come closer looking worried again.

“What do you mean with?… You haven’t rested?”

He blinked his sockets a couple of times

“Like I said, I just haven’t really rested. I didn’t sleep at all since I last saw you. I think I had one snack..maybe? Just has been going from one soul to the next. I had such a backlog and I didn't wanna burden Grim with it, he has already done it so often and…”

He trailed off as Geno’s hands wrapped around his own again. A complicated look on his face.

“You had one snack…and no sleep…in the entire month that I haven't seen you?”

He blinked his sockets a couple of times, He knew that it had been a while since he had returned. But a month?! He was usually faster than that. But then again, normally he didn’t have such a backlog.

He really had been throwing things on the back burner for a while.

“I guess so” He gave a bit of a helpless shrug.

“You guess so?” Geno’s gaze and voice hardened. And he swallowed thickly having the feeling he messed up somehow. Even if he didn’t know why.

“....Yes…?” He said hesitantly

Geno let go of his hands suddenly to grab at his arms pulling him back across the couch. His wings flapped a couple of times in confusion. Having not expected the action at all, he was quickly maneuvered to lie down across the couch once more. His head was in Geno's lap and was feeling surprisingly soft... Staring up at his boyfriend with wide eyes. As Geno’s arms surrounded him. Essentially trapping him.

One of his wings was crookedly smushed between them, the other spread out to the floor. He tried, to sit up, but was stopped at every move

“G-geno? Love? “

“You are not going anywhere!”

Geno said quietly and angrily. Tears had sprung up in his eye once more.

“You are taking a break, you are gonna eat. And rest. Until you are at full strength again, and not a moment sooner do you hear me!”

He stared at his boyfriend for a couple of seconds. His love seemed to take that as consent. Geno pulled out his phone and started texting someone.

“Wait…Gen…As much as I want to…I can’t let Grimm do all the work. That’s not…”

His boyfriend shut him up by covering his mouth with his hand and pushing him back down. His eyesocket narrowed, and he swallowed thickly. Trying to fight the blush that was coming up at being manhandled.

“You don’t get a say in this after you stopped taking care of yourself for a month”

He gently took hold of his love wrist trying to pry his love hand off. He used more and more force until he could eventually do so.

“Geno..Honey, Babe. I love you, But I am immortal. Literal god of death. I can’t die. I don’t need to sleep or eat. You won’t get rid of me that easily”

He tried to give his boyfriend a reassuring smile. But Geno's look told him he was not impressed.

“I did believe you, if you didn’t just show up, bleeding all over, passing out, while trying to get home. Seriously how do you mess that up if no one attacked you”

And his face flushed for an entirely different reason. He remembered what he had been thinking about. And his face felt like it was on fire. Geno seemed surprised at his sudden shyness. his hand retracting further. A very light flush appeared on his own face.

“W-what’s that look for..”

Telling the truth would probably fluster his boyfriend to the point that he was probably getting shoved off his lap again. But lying….or at least withholding it. He shouldn’t do that twice. So averting his gaze he mumbled.

“Cause I started to think of you as my home…”

It was barely audible. But he could still hear Geno gasp. He did a quick glance upward. To see that Geno’s entire face was blushing red. He had the feeling his own was entirely flushed blue as well.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, to his surprise, he was not being shoved off. Normally even his serenest of compliments got a huff and a shove out of his prickly boyfriend. But not this time. He couldn’t tell why, maybe because he was hurt. But he would take this rare display. But what surprised him more was the moment he felt a kiss on his cheek. Making him turn his head to completely face his boyfriend again. To get a second kiss on his teeth.

A hand came to cradle his face. As their magic sparked gently, he let his eyes slip shut. His own arms came up to hold onto Geno’s hovering form above him. As he returned the soft kiss.

Slow kisses weren’t really either of their styles. But… This was nice, Really nice. He could stay like this for a long time he thought. In this gentle hold. He couldn’t help the gasp as Geno squeezed him a bit tighter.

Surprised to feel Geno’s tongue slip past his teeth. But it wasn’t hungry, or searching. Nor was it trying to send him over the edge. Or trying to overtake him. It was a gentle lazy, curious slide against his own formed tongue. As he was slowly pushed back further into couch cushions.

For several minutes they continued to kiss like that. Like nothing else mattered. It made him feel utterly loved. It was very nice. Not that he hadn’t known that Geno loved him. But…

Yeah…they should slow down more often.

The kiss came to an end, when eventually, in their slight shifting it felt like multiple feathers were gonna be pulled out of his wings. And he couldn’t help the sudden yelp as he pulled away with a flinch. Opening his eyes he only just noticed his other wing had come above them, hiding them both further away from any onlookers. Not that the save screen had any other occupants. They stared at each other. Both their faces still flushed, as they were panting softly. Geno shifted, and he opened his mouth. Probably gonna ask if he was okay.

But it made his already folded wing pull on more loose feathers, and he let out another hiss. And he muttered before his lover could ask.

“Can you free my wing please, my love?”

Geno’s eyes winded sitting back up.

“Shit, of course…”

And he let out a sigh of relief as with his boyfriend's help it was pulled free. His other wing fell back tiredly to the floor. As if it had been held up by strings and they were suddenly cut off.

Geno looked at them with concern

“You really… ain't letting me leave?…are you?”

Geno shook his head, still staring at the wing he had just freed. Fingertips tracing at the upper arch making him shiver slightly.

“Texted your brother already, you ain't getting your clipboard back for a while…So no reaping for you. He is gonna drop by later, to check on you”

He hummed, Guilt still churning in his chest. He didn’t like it. But he also knows when he has lost. There wasn’t much he could do against the combined forces of his brother and lover. Besides he scared the living daylights out of his love already. Maybe he should take some measures to ensure it won’t happen again.

And his brother coming to check on him, wouldn’t be the first. Man, he was gonna need to find some other way to repay him it seems.

“When was the last time you groomed them”

He blinked open his eyes. Now that he had decided there was nothing left for him to go to. All the fight had left his body. The exhausting catching up to him again, and he took a moment to parse the question.

“Dunno…” he mumbled, Eyes drooping again as Geno began to softly card his hands through his wings. Righting a few in the process. “Two months ago… I think…maybe longer..”

“You should take better care of them…”

“Was busy. “ He mumbled, his face turning towards his love nuzzling into the soft ecto body summoned below him. Was Geno trying to make him more comfortable so he wasn’t lying on bones? That was a sweet thought

“All that time grooming is time I can spend with you…my job calls me away far too often to worry too much about that”

Geno’s hands stilled, and he smiled. Pretty sure his lover was once again flushed that pretty red. He could open his eyes and check. But instead, he turned to his side, curling further into Geno.

Who spluttered a bit but didn’t push him off, so he warped his tired arms around his boyfriend's middle, burring further into him. Mumbling

“Can you keep touching them?”

Geno’s ministrations had stopped in his wiggling about. But the fingers quickly returned. Feeling them gently strike down the entire length. Sometimes fingers scratch a bit across the bones and ecto keeping the feathers in place. Making him let out a soft noise and leave a soft kiss…wherever his head was resting against his love's body.

Then the other went back to slowly fixing the strew feathers. Pulling away loose once that got stuck in the mess. Sometimes shaking them gently, and he heard and felt dirt and grime falling out of them.

“I’ll give you a proper grooming later…”

Geno’s voice was soft, and he might not have picked it up at all. If all he was focussed on was the feeling of those hands in his wings, and his lovers breathing. A blush crept back up his face. He hid his face further into what he realized now was Geno’s stomach.

“You don’t have to.”

He mumbled. He could do it on his own. He just didn’t like it.

The hands in his wings stilled, and he let out a confused hum, only to get a kiss on the side of his skull again. Where his love breathed

“I want to..”

It made him shiver.

“Just like you wanna pamper and love me. I want to do the same, so let me return the favor for once”

He squeezed Geno again and gave another nod. There was another kiss placed against his skull. Then his hood was tugged a bit further around him as if to protect him from the cold. Hand returning to their soft ministrations.

It made relaxing easy. Yeah, his ribs were probably busted, and still ached and hurt like hell. He might need Grimm to take him to Life to heal the crack. There was still a loud ringing in his head. Trying to call him to work. But with every stroke on his back. The sound drifted future and further away. He could close his eyes for a few minutes.

And within one deep breath and the next. He was asleep. Warped in a cocoon of his boyfriend's love. Feeling that for once, no one was about to get him. He was somewhere where he was, well and truly safe. He was home.

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