Description: when Grayson’s time finally comes he’s relieved. But seeing death he gets a lot more than he bargained for.
Pairing: Grayson x reader
Warnings: none, just some BITCH ASS FLUFF (shoot that’s swearing)
Death. It was unavoidable and obviously enevitable. Grayson had been waiting a while for his time to come. It was 2030 and in this newly run world people were offed left and right randomly after they reached the age of 29. “To keep our population youthful.” The president said. His twin Ethan had been taken from him a few months ago his only family left was well… no one. So as he sat in his perfectly cleaned white room he waited and waited.
Two days he waited for something to happen. It was like he was being teased. Being made wait to see his family again. He looked around the barren room and reminisced on his old life. The life he loved. The one with his family and friends where he made YouTube videos with Ethan and took stupid snaps of him “singing”.
He layed back on his bed as his mermories flashed before his eyes. Ethan jumping into the foam pit. Hot tub confessions part 2, getting his dream car, building his life from the ground up. He sat there imagining and thinking for hours before a form stepped into his room. He sat up quickly his mind and heart racing.
“I’m not here to hurt you.” The figure was cloaked in black and its voice was feminine, but spoke with a rasp of the years of use. “They made me wait to come get you. To make you realize what you had with them. So that you would be more grateful that they were releasing you.” She spoke.
“I suspected as much.” His voice was hoarse from not speaking for days. Her hand reached out towards him and he flinched. He looked back up and a water bottle was hanging in the air in front of him. He took the bottle and opened it taking a sip. “Thank you.”
“No problem, being death has its perks.” She leaned on the staff that was clutched protectively in her right hand.
“Can you take the hood off?” Grayson spoke. He would feel a lot more comfortable if he could see her face.
She froze in her spot before laughing.
“You and your brother are quite alike, but still so different.” Her left hand lifted up and pulled the large hood from her face. Half of her face was filled with scars, her eye a milky white and yet Grayson couldn’t look away. The other half was a young woman. Maybe in her late 20’s, but Grayson knew she had to be more than 100’s of years old to be Death.
“So you’re death?” He spoke.
“Well I’m a form of death. There’s a death for every species. Like cats and dogs.” She pulled one of his stools from its place and he braced for the alarm to blare at the imperfection. But it don’t come and he looked up curious.
“I’m death Grayson.” She laughed at his confusion and he thought it sounded like everything he’d ever wanted.
“Can I have one more experience?” He blurted out. His eyes darted down and she looked at him studying his face.
“You are curious about the afterlife, no? Why would you want one more thing from this world?” Her voice sounded like a sweet melody to Grayson as he glanced up. “I’m not going to bite look up.” She spoke.
“I want to be reminded of the beauty that was once here. The scenery that was once in this world but was destroyed.” He spoke his voice determined.
Death stood from the stool and it slid back into place. Her lips peeked up at the edges slightly as she held her hand out to the most curious man she’d ever taken with her.
“Where to first?” His response was immediate as he place his hand into hers.
“I think mermories come last darling.” Her voice was like honey to his ears all his worries seemed to melt away as she spoke. He blinked and in that time they appeared on the top of the Hollywood sign the sun just setting.
“Your world has become something even I can’t explain. Your people let it become toxic. It’s something that was never supposed to happen. Something Life and I were supposed to prevent. And we did. For a while. Until now.” Her hand left his as she stepped forward.
The oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows framed her now leather bodysuit clad figure. The hood still hung around her neck and a cape drapes across her back and shoulders. Grayson thought as he gazed at her silhouette that she had to be the one. Whether she was death or not he couldn’t get enough of her.
“The sunrises and sunsets are the only thing we were able to keep intact here. We failed and now we go by the rules your president provides.” She spit out the last two words like venom.
“A sunrise on the beach.” Grayson spoke as he regriped her hand. The next second his feet were bare and the sand felt warm as the sun rose over his favorite beach in L.A.
She didn’t move from her spot beside Grayson this time but tightened her grip on his hand as a tear slipped from her eye.
“I think we will both be working harder to destroy the evil that has tainted your world. We would have to wipe out the human race before it would work.”
“Wait what?” Grayson’s eyes slid to her profile where he saw the tear.
“We would create new people a new race. They would know all about everything you people do. Only they would be more good than bad. We would have to be more careful creating them. Of course evil is a necessity in this world or I wouldn’t exist.” Death turned her head to look at Grayson who stared right back at her. “You are the most interesting person I have ever had to take. Ethan is a close second.”
“What did he do?” Grayson finally noticed how close their faces were. Their lips inches from eachothers.
“He asked to see his fans. The ones that were left at least. There was one and we stayed with her for hours. Then I had to take him home. Where he is now with your family.” Her voice grew soft and her eyelids dropped slightly. “I had to take her the next hour after he went. He asked to see where you were. How you would react. We saw you today meeting me. He then asked to see the skatepark you both loved. And the reindeer he fed pizza too.”
“Why am I so interesting to you?”
“You know that answer. It’s why you find me so interesting. I make you think. You make me think.”
Their lips connected softly. It wasn’t like what Grayson had imagined it to be. He thought a kiss like this would be quick and rough. He was proved wrong. Their lips moved in sync softly, slowly. It was like everything faded away.
They pulled away and Death looked up at him in awe.
“You seem to have broken my programming. I’m not supposed to feel anything.”
“I think I fixed it. Nothing about you will ever be broken.” Their voices were both soft as their breaths mixed.
“And I hope you will soon be fixed in a few minutes.”
“I already am.”