the correct answer is to be immortal so shut up spine

The Grim Reapers Girlfriend (Min Yoongi)

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Originally posted by recked

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing


“It’s been lovely to talk with you Mrs Kang” his deep voice bounced off of the creme coloured walls. “And so with you uh” The old lady stumbled over her words, not knowing what to call him.

The man chuckles, “Yoongi” he says lightly, leading her to the door way. She sighs and stops in her tracks “So this is it?” she whispers looking up at him, “I’m afraid so, I don’t usually tell my clients this but that was your last life, for now you will go up to the clouds…but I do have an escort waiting for you” 

Yoongi smiles and opens the wooden door, a tall elderly man displayed at the foot steps. “Oh my!” The old lady gasps and falls into her husbands arms, for whom she hasn’t seen in five years. 

“My Dear!” the elderly man shouted engulfing his wife into a loving hug. “Thank you, so much” the old lady reached out and took Yoongi’s hands and shook them, ignoring the fact that they were ten degrees colder than her own.

The couple walk up the stairs.

“Jungkook! Do I have anymore appointments?” the older male closed the door and walked back to his own mahogany desk. “No, sir. Not that I know of” the younger male pipes up from his own.

“Good, I can finally finish Goblin” Yoongi smiles referring to the hit K drama. 

As soon as Yoongi opens the website Jungkook screams “Sir you’ve got an un expected case. It’s a car crash scene” Yoongi groans.

He walks over to the door and grabs his jacket and hat putting them both on. 


“Where is it?” Yoongi ask’s, prancing the grounds where cherry blossom trees cover the street. “at the end of this street″ Jungkook whispers, barely keeping up with him.

The older male disappears into thin air to where the scene is, Jungkook groans cursing to himself that he doesn’t know how to do it yet. 


Have you ever heard of love at first sight? If you don’t believe in it. Here’s proof. Yoongi looked at the young girl before him, butterflies were released into his stomach, Yoongi had never felt this way before in his life as the Grim Reaper.

“Y/n Y/l/n” Yoongi started catching your attention, your puffy red eyes displayed perfectly. Normally he wouldn’t care but this time his heart ached just a bit.

After he named your age, birth date, weight ect. ect. You looked up at him “Is this correct?” he raised one eyebrow asking you, “The weight” you whispered he sighed and got out his pen, “Bigger or Lower?” “Bigger” you said “By how much?” he asked, you shook your head not willing to give out the information.

“Listen, I understand. You’re not the first girl who has refused to give me her age or weight, trust me, I don’t care about it.” He sheepishly smiled at you. 

“I’m 62 Kilo Grams” you smile. Yoongi, taken a back. Rarely no one tells him, of course he already knows but everybody refuses to tell.

“Great, lets go” he smiled extending his left hand out, you looked him up and down and then back to your lifeless body. Bystanders trying to get your bloody covered frame out of the car, some crying some screaming. 

“I don’t understand why they’re crying, I mean I didn’t even know them” You sighed standing up grabbing his hand. “Some people need to cry, so they take any chance they have to start crying. Others are just in shock.” he chuckles.

You smile and finally admire his features, “Why haven’t you asked any questions about me?” he whispered as you two strolled down the street. 

“My grandma, she told me about you. You were a legend and a myth where she grew up, I know exactly who you are but I never believed in it at first…but now you’re here” you laughed remembering the fond memory of your grand mother.

The two of you reached the end of street “This won’t hurt but close your eyes, they might get damaged” he whispered. In a matter of seconds you were at his office.

“I rarely do this. Actually, I don’t do this at all” Yoongi started, thinking if he should really ask you this. “But, would you like to stay here…with me? You wouldn’t go to the other side. Instead, you would be here as my wife” Yoongi knew this was forbidden.

You were taken aback by his sudden question, would you really want to stay here for the rest of your days? You didn’t want to die, from the stories your grand mother told you, he could go anywhere in the world and explore. Something you couldn’t do because of the student debt you owed to your university.

You were looking for the answer, Yoongi’s warm smile making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You though of the cons and pros and the pros took first place, you were about to tell him yes but then something happened.

You disappeared.

“Clear!” You heard a female shout, the electric impulses shot through your body making you jolt forwards.You’re eyes slowly opened, revealing the all too bright light known as the sun, ‘was that all a dream or did that happened?’


“What the hell happened?” Jungkook whispered looking at his boss waving his hand where you previously were. “I-I don’t know, find where she is!” Yoongi shouted.

Jungkook runs over to his black desk and grabs the mortal pad, an immortal electronic device that can tell you anything about anybody. “Sir…why did you ask her that? I mean, if you wanted a companion, there are plenty of other female grim reapers who would love to be all over you” Jungkook whispered, scribbling down the address on a scrap piece of paper.

“She…she was different than all of the others, humans and Grim Reapers. She knew who I was ever since she was a little girl, nobody in the history of my career know who I am.” Yoongi sighed grabbing the paper from Jungkook’s hand. 

“You knew what she was going to say don’t you? I could hear her thoughts from here” Jungkook laughs and sits down. “She was practically shouting yes” Yoongi smiles and vanishes to your hospital room.


“Darling we have to go now” your mum whispered to you kissing your forehead, “Your younger brother has school tomorrow, and your father and I have work tomorrow. Your aunty will come to check on you” she stands up and walks out the door.

“you have a lovely family” The nurse walks in, changing the IV drip. “Would you like the lights off?” she asks. You nod your head. Luckily there was no damage done to your spine, It just hurt. Like a bitch.

As soon as it went dark and the door was shut, you closed your eyes and waited for your deep slumber to arrive.

“Luckily I didn’t say yes” you whispered to yourself, “Why’s that?” you heard a deep voice come out from the corner. A scream escaped your lips “Who’s there?!” you whisper shout grabbing the plastic cup next to you.

“Relax, it’s only me. Now, why are you lucky you didn’t say yes?” The plastic cup flew out of your hand and into his, the lights flickered on showing his face.

“So it wasn’t a dream” you whispered, he stepped closer to you. “I repeat, why are you lucky you didn’t say yes?” he grinned showing the sharps of his teeth.

“I have a second chance at life now, If I said yes I wouldn’t be able to take this opportunity” you sighed. 

“But you were going to say yes, please. Come with me. I will give you everything that you could possibly want” his smile turned into a more general one, the type you would see on an angel.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I have a second chance at life.” You smiled resting your head against the white pillow.

“Well if you’re not going to come with me” he takes a seat in the green chair besides you.

“I guess I’ll just have to stick around for a while”

Little did you know, this is where your life changed.

(Part 2  Part 3  Part 4)

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(Requested by Anon)

You approached the doors of the throne room, a shiver shooting down your spine. Here goes nothing Y/N. You did want to be a part of this after all. Just don’t mess up and then they won’t eat you.

The doors opened and you entered, keeping your head down so you didn’t seem too confident. The number one rule of being a human in the Volturi castle was not to piss off the vampires who dwelled there.

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anonymous asked:

'The biggest rule of immortality is to not get involved with mortals but whoops I was in a coffee shop one day and fell in love with you and now I’m freaking out bc in the grand scope of things we don’t get a lot of time together but fuck no please don’t leave me not yet no.’ au for steter with immortal stiles plz (& happy ending some how would be grand maybe stiles gives up his immortality or peter gets it via vampire idk rly whatever you like though) thanks:)

A/N I’ve written immortal Stiles before if you’d like to check my AO3 page under the same name. Anyway here you go. Hope you like it. 

Stiles takes a long drag on the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the open window. It’s raining. A few droplets manage to find their way inside, hitting the peeling white windowsill or dripping down the leaves of the assortment of plants that would usually be basking in the Californian sun. Stiles takes another drag, ignoring the glare that Lydia is giving him whilst she sprinkles essence of wormwood into the cauldron bubbling away on the stove.

“You’d think after 4000 years, you’d have stopped picking up bad habits,” Lydia says primly; dicing the spleen of a pig into neat, equal sized chunks. Stiles ignores her. He takes another drag before stubbing the cigarette out in the crystal ashtray they’d stolen from Buckingham Palace. Well they is a loose term. Stiles stole it, an extra payment from her Majesty. Stiles almost lost a finger to those pixies.

“I could use some help you know,” Lydia, says pointedly, washing her hands in the sink and flicking her wrist so that the ladle in the cauldron begins to stir the mixture.

“But you’re doing just fine on your own,” Stiles replies, crossing to the bookshelf to run his hand along the spines. “Besides, I promised Isaac I’d have a look at Scott’s motorcycle for him. Apparently Scott’s love for it is no longer holding it together.”

Lydia scowls.  Stiles retrieves the correct book and flips it open, pretending not to notice Lydia’s glower.

“Vampires,” She mutters, throwing the towel onto the kitchen side with a little more force than was necessary. “They’ve been around for hundreds of years, why do they feel the need to buy shitty transport?”

Stiles opens his mouth to answer but she cuts him off with an impatient hand gesture.

“I know, I know,” she says. “Assimilation.

Stiles smirks. He snaps the book shut before carrying over to the messenger bag beside the front door, depositing it inside. He pulls his red hoodie off the coat rack, slips into it with ease before pulling on his shoes. Lydia continues to aggressively chop ingredients for her potion. Stiles retrieves his keys from the hook, chucking them into his bag.

“I’ll be back later,” Stiles tells Lydia, pulling his hood up. Lydia snorts.

“I’m not coming out at some ridiculous time in the morning to save your sorry ass from whatever drunken fight you wander into.”

“Come on Lyds, as if I would do such a thing.”

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"I don't believe you"

Skimming her lips over Klaus’ warm skin, Caroline started at the small of his back, just above where the sheets laid tangled around their legs. They were both as naked as they had been when they had fallen asleep late last night, and even the morning light shining through his (their) window was no longer enough to make her cover up in self consciousness. Instead, she remained as she was as she made her way up his spine, kissing each and every vertebrae until she felt him stir under her.

Smiling when he moaned at both the sensation and the wake up call, she paused between his shoulderblades with a firm press of her lips against the small and faint scar she had only noticed due to her closeness. Balancing herself with an arm on the bed, she raised a hand to touch the mark softly.

“How did you get this?” she asked curiously, stroking the inch-long, jagged blemish.

“Probably fighting as a child,” Klaus answered, voice husky and thick with sleep. It was sexy, creating her stomach to jump in lust and a pool of heat to ignite between her legs. However, she chose to focus on his words for the moment. Furrowing her brow in confusion, Caroline pulled back until she was back onto her side of the bed and in his eyeline when he finally blinked them open. A slow smile appeared on his features as he pulled an arm out from under his pillow and reached out to grasp her waist. “With my siblings, love. I do have some normal memories.”

Rolling her eyes goodnaturedly, Caroline brushed her hand up his arm until she reached his elbow so she could curve her hand around it and rub the oblong scar on the inside of it. “This looks painful,” she commented, looking at him expectantly for an explanation.

Klaus sighed and turned onto his side to mirror her, propping his head up on his hand after rubbing it through his disheveled hair. Resolving himself as the narrator of the impromptu ‘show-and-tell’ Caroline had brought on, he peered at the scar she held with a thoughtful look as he recalled the memory. Each and every one on his body had a story to tell from his human years; something he knew she was enamoured with and which he was slowly letting her in to  But he was selfishly grateful that (most) the scars from his immortal years were hidden in his soul away from her eyes (for the time being).

“That was Kol losing control of his horse. I was the lucky one chosen to teach him to ride,” he grumbled, a frown pulling at his at his mouth even though she could see the glint of fondness in his eyes (one she doubted he would ever admit to in relation to his younger brother). “After this particular incident, Finn took over, thankfully. The mongrel definitely had it in for me.”

Raising a brow, Caroline asked, “Kol?”

Klaus chuckled. “The horse,” he corrected her before adding offhandedly, “Though now you mention it-”

Shh!” she cut him off, hurriedly quietened him by slapping a hand over his mouth. Lowering her own voice to a whisper, she added pointedly, “Before he hears us and barges in again.”

Living with the rest of the Originals had its downsides, and their supernatural hearing as well as their lack of manners (especially when it came to privacy) was one of the main ones. Caroline had started to make it a habit to ensure that not only was their door locked when they went to bed, but the windows were shut too and to keep the volume down (usually her own) to keep away any unwanted attention or presence.

“Remind me to have the room spelled,” Klaus commented with a heavy sigh, laying back against his pillows and pushing himself up slightly to sit up lazily against the headboard.

“Gladly,” she muttered as she followed him movements. Laying her head upon his chest, she gazed past his necklace over at his left shoulder and the beautiful tattoo that covered both it and his arm. Reaching out, she ran a hand over it repeatedly like she had done many times over in their relationship. But this time, she paid particular attention to the top of it, under his collar and next to his arm, where she had long discovered a hidden scar. Caroline had refrained from questioning him about it (they were usually in the midst of their lovemaking or revelling in the afterglow when she usually noticed), but now they were on the subject and the curiosity ate at her. “Did you get this to cover up the scar?”

“Somewhat, yes,” he replied vaguely, feeling his muscles shift and tense under her in a way she had now associated with one certain figure from his life (both human and immortal).

“Mikael,” she merely stated, tilting her head up to see him nod singularly and drop his head slightly to brush a kiss against her forehead.

“With a well aimed sword and a lot of strength,” Klaus explained, murmuring the words against her skin before pulling back. Resting a hand on hers, he moved it away so he could take a look at it skeptically. “Or perhaps not-so-well aimed.”

Caroline swallowed the meaning behind his words, the horrid thought of a father hurting his child with the intent of killing him flitting through her mind with a wave of anger and sympathy for the man in front of her.

Exhaling deeply, she focused on the tattoo instead of the darker thoughts passing through her mind so early in the morning.  “I like it,” she said in a tone of finality, rubbing her palm over his scar.

Taken aback, Klaus leaned away to throw her a bemused look. “The pain I went through? My, my, Caroline. You really are a secret sadist,” he chuckled.

“You know that’s not what I meant!” Caroline huffed, slapping his chest and giving him an annoyed glare. “Jackass,” she muttered under her breath before explaining, “I meant how you got the tattoo that symbolises life and freedom over the most prominent scar from when you were kept weak by your parents.”

Caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, Klaus grinned adoringly. “Brains and beauty,” he complimented before kissing her chastely and repeatedly.

Giggling, she reciprocated in the now-familiar dance between their lips and tongues, taking their time and for once, neither trying to take control. A easy, lazy morning kiss with no expectations for anything more to follow.

Breaking apart, she kept her eyes close for a moment longer when he pecked her nose sweetly and teasingly (and in a manner no-one outside their bedroom would ever believe).

Making herself comfortable against his chest once again, Caroline grazed her hand down his side and around his hip absentmindedly a couple of times until she felt the telltale abrasion of a scar. Looking over, she gasped at the little scratch next to his hipbone, sitting up straight in excitement.

Bright eyes found his perplexed ones as she turned to face him, though they soon turned dark with a sly smirk when she pushed the sheets away from her own hip and point at it. “Hey! We match, look!”

Klaus followed her finger to where she indicated, furrowing his brow in confusion. “I don’t see anything,” he commented with a small shrug before averting his eyes back to the rest of her naked body on display for him.

“Look closer! C’mon Klaus, use those amazing hybrid eyes of yours,” Caroline demanded, drawing out a sigh as he tossed his hands out in uncertainty when he did as she asked. Not letting it go, she grabbed one and pulled a finger onto her hip. “Here, feel.”

Leaning in to look at where his finger laid, he shook his head and settled back against his pillows with a playfully condescending look. “Sweetheart, that’s not a scar,” he stated slowly and matter-of-factly.

“Yes, it is! I got it when I was in kindergarten. Elena pushed me off the swing,” she defended herself, lifting her arm and twisting to see it for herself again.

“Once again; why are the two of you still friends?” Klaus questioned, only partially sarcastic. Her cold glare as she turned back had him backing off the subject (for the time being) in favour for their current one. “It looks like a freckle to me.”

“Its not a freckle. Its a scar,” she insisted forcefully, tone deadly serious and adamant. It was the tone which told him that, if he knew what was best for him and didn’t want to spend the night kicked out of their room and/or without sex are the foreseeable future, he should find it in him to agree with her. So, tight lipped and wordlessly, he did so with a single nod. “What?” she asked dryly.

“Nothing,” he brushed off but her sharp glare told him she wasn’t buying it this time. Shrugging again, he repeated insistently, “Its not a scar.”

“You don’t believe me,” Caroline huffed, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes slightly at him.

“I don’t believe you,” he confirmed, making her scoff.

“Fine, see if I care,” she retorted, laying back down onto the bed and turning away from him.

“Caroline?” Klaus questioned, trying to gauge her mood as he clutched the sheets when she attempted to draw it up over her body. With an amused smile at her actions (his beloved Caroline was a drama major after all, and she put it in use daily, usually for his enjoyment), he shuffled down until he could bend over and look over her so-called ‘scar’ at eye level. “You know, now that I take a closer look at it, it could be a scar.”

“You’re just saying that,” Caroline said, words muffled by the pillow, though her whole body relaxed back into him.

“Would I lie to you, my love?” he asked in disbelief, straightening up to tuck back her hair behind her ear so he could glance at her face as she turned to look at him with a gentle smile.

“Yes,” she replied, causing his face to fall until she reached out to cup his cheek. “But thank you for doing so if you are.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, shifting himself until he was hovering over her, legs tangled together and chests just barely touching, His necklaces rested in the valley between her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her, pausing just as her eyes had flickered closed in anticipation. “Even though I’m not.”

“I don’t believe you,” she retorted, snapping her eyes open with a lopsided smile; lips brushing his with every word.

Squeezing the hip of her ‘scar’, Klaus pulled her lower half up against his to elicit a groan of pleasure from the both of them. “How about I show you instead?”