#puss in boots the last wish x reader

[cantstoptheimagines]

Curador (Death/Muerte/The Wolf | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)

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Summary — Muerte aches at the sight of you whenever he comes home.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Soulmate AU; helping a lover with their injuries (includes mentions of blood); established relationship; takes place directly after the movie; writers’ law states that every time an animated wolf comes into existence, I must write a fic; in my opinion, we should be calling him ‘Muerte’, so that’s what I’m going with; a huge thank you to my dear friend, Yoshino, for helping me with the Spanish translations.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 639. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).  ➳ Since Muerte is Death (straight up), why not make Life? I envision the Reader in this to be a spotted deer, who will be referred to as ‘Vida’. And who knows? I might turn this into a one-shot series if people enjoy it enough. Let me know what you think! 

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The slamming of a door made your ears twitch. You paused, eyes narrowing as you listened to the creaking floors within your home. A damp cloth was pressed against the corner of your lip, dotted with small specks of blood. 

Footsteps slowly grew closer to your room. A quiet sigh escaped your lips when you realized who they belonged to. Having a lover with nearly silent movements did nothing but cause you panic sometimes. 

You returned your attention to the small mirror in your grasp. A shadow moved about the room and a cloak was tossed next to you on the bed. Looking up at the towering figure in front of you, your gaze found red eyes staring back at you. More specifically, staring at the cloth against your lip. 

“El gato lives,” he muttered, his deep voice sending shivers along your spine. “I have given him another opportunity to prove himself.” 

A small smile made itself known, “Is that why your attitude seems so foul?”

He hummed quietly, ignoring your teasing remark about the infamous Puss in Boots, whom he had been chasing for some time now. His startling eyes were still zeroed in on the cloth. 

“You really need to stop playing with your food, Muerte.” 

His eyes snapped to yours. They narrowed into slits, shining with irritation. He snapped his jaws to the side, huffing loudly as he looked away from you. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing quietly.

His claws wrapped around the hilt of one of his sickles. The mirror was quickly tugged away from you and tossed onto the bed. Your head was forced to tilt backwards as the sickle’s sharp blade was placed beneath your chin. 

Anyone else may have had fear coursing through their veins. You, however, weren’t worried at all. 

Muerte stepped closer until his paw could replace the blade. The sickle was quickly returned to its sheath while he looked down at you with a blank expression. You allowed him to tilt your head back even further as he took up the space between your thighs.

“Cállate, Vida,” he ordered.

His claws wrapped around the cloth, finally removing it from your lip. It, much like his cloak and your mirror, quickly disappeared from sight. Your injury reflected his own, signaling to the world that the two of you were a perfect pair. 

“It hurt when you got it,” you said. “I wasn’t expecting it.” 

His expression softened. You leaned into his touch as one of his claws caressed your cheek.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he muttered.

You gave him a small smile, along with a shrug of the shoulders, in an attempt to make him feel better, “It’s okay. No harm truly done.”

His grip loosened, allowing you to take his paw into your grasp and hold it in your lap instead. He lowered himself to his knees. Due to his tall stature, kneeling allowed his gaze to become even with your own as you sat on the bed.

“Ojalá tuviéramos un vínculo menos doloroso,” he continued. “Por tu bien.” 

“I don’t,” you replied, squeezing his paw tightly. 

His brow furrowed and his eyes searched for any sign that you may have been lying to comfort him, “Mi corazón—” 

“It lets me know you’re still there,” you whispered. “It lets me know you’ll be coming home soon.” 

He tried to hide a smile, looking away from you. That only lasted for mere seconds, however, since he couldn’t resist your gaze for very long. His red eyes explored your features. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the cut on your lip. 

“Déjame ser tu curador,” he muttered, and then he kissed you again.

“Always, Muerte,” you whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek and pressing a gentle kiss against his nose. “Always.” 

Spanish Translations, In Order of Appearance: ➳ Curador (de enfermos) — Meaning “healer (of the sick)”.  ➳ Muerte — Meaning “death”. ➳ Vida — Meaning “life”.

➳ “El gato...” — “The cat...” ➳ “Cállate...” — “Shut up...” ➳ “Lo siento, mi amor.” — “I’m sorry, my love.”  ➳ “Ojalá tuviéramos un vínculo menos doloroso... Por tu bien.” — “I wish we had a less painful bond... For your sake.” ➳ “Mi corazón...” — “My heart...”  ➳ “Déjame ser tu curador.” — “Let me be your healer.” 

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Will this help? Although for humans, wolves are able to swallow their whole head.

Ohhh thank you<333 It’s actually kinda of cute ngl.

Death glomping his s/o cause he could not resist the urge.

Warnings: reader head being in deaths mouth? Slobber. Just fluff over all, also reader joking about making death sleep outside.

It was Sunday and you decided to clean the house. You were just washing the dishes, you didn’t know where muerte was.

Looking down at the ground after washing dishes you saw some grey fur, “damnit muerte why the hell is there fur down here”? You asked yourself picking the hair up.

The air shifted as if someone was watching you, turning you felt something on your head and the air suddenly changed from the cleaning product you used to a slightly musty smell. “What the fuck”?

You said though it was muffled and a sudden vibration that sounded like a chuckle hit your entire head. “Oh come on muerte glomping seriously”?! You yelled and he removed his mouth from your head. “I couldn’t resist the urge, I had to you had it coming anyway”. He said with a grin and you sighed, suddenly some liquid ran down you face. “If you slobbered on me I’m gonna kick you out tonight”. You stated with a face of slight annoyance.

“I didn’t”? He says in a slightly higher voice and puts his paws up. Your wet hair said otherwise.

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

A Day Out

[Death/ Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader

(I'm back! I just finished finals and I'm glad I finally get to have some proper sleep, so here's a slightly longer fic as a celebration)

It was another busy day in the market today, it seemed. With people bustling around in packed groups as they looked from stall to stall, it almost seemed difficult to get through the crowd. But she’s had years of practice, and this busy market day was like any other busy day she’s ever had. 

  Gliding through the crowd with ease, she was able to get to the stall she had been looking for, a grin tugging on her lips in victory.

  “Glad to see you again, señora!”

  “You know I can’t resist the sweetest apples in the market!” She winked at the vendor from under the hood of her cloak, who laughed and gave a wave as he turned to handle another customer. Plucking one of the bright red apples from the stall and rolling it around in her hand, she places a few on the basket, about to call out to the vendor to pay when a familiar voice rumbled next to her ear.

  “Don’t move. Don’t talk. Or at least don’t look up at me when you talk. Just don’t make it obviou--”

  “Yeah, yeah I get it,” she hissed under her breath, glaring to her left where he was ducked to her height before turning her attention back to the vendor, who still seemed to be busy handling the other customers than worrying about her. She shifts her gaze back to Muerte, who she couldn’t really see because of her hood. “Now what are you doing here? I never really see you outside the bar…” she turns to check the vendor again. Still looking away. “Or in the morning.”

  Though she couldn’t see him, she could almost hear and feel the grin that tugged up his lips. “Are you already sick of seeing me all the time?”

  “No,” she grinned, finally turning to look at him. “Just weird seeing your stupid face in this much light.” Flicking his nose, she turns to call out to the vendor, Muerte holding his nose as he grumbles under his breath, waiting for her to finish paying. 

  When she turns to head to the next stall, having to squeeze through the crowd of people and dodging a few running children along the way, he was still following her, and it didn’t take a minute or two until she finally mustered up the courage to speak.

  “So why are you here?” She paused, turning to look at the people to see if they were looking at her.When the coast was clear, she turned to look up at Muerte, who seemed to be faring quite just as well in the crowd as much as she was. “Did someone die nearby? Or did you just miss me?”

  Muerte exhales through his nose, amused. “No, I’m actually… protecting… someone.” 

  He was turning his head as if searching through the crowd, and his words caught her interest. 

  “‘Protecting’?” She parroted, but Muerte turned to another direction, almost losing him in the crowd if he hadn’t been taller than most of the people among them. 

  “Hey!” She called out in slight offense, not bothering with his rules as she pushed back against the crowd to get to him faster, angering a couple of people along the way who cursed and yelled as she went. He was hunched on one of the stalls, looking through the wonderful smelling baked goods that were lined in front of him, most the customers (especially the vendor) cowering in the corner at the sight of him.

  Well, guess they weren’t being discreet anymore.

  Blowing out a frustrated breath, she walks up to his side, giving an apologetic glance to the vendor. 

  “Protecting?” She repeats, actually considering buying some bread as the wonderful smell hits her nose. Guess she didn’t mind having a snack or so later on while reading. “I never thought you as the type.”

  “I’m not,” He replied, paying the shaking vendor with what he owes and grabbing the bagful of pastries he had bought. Which was, surprisingly, quite a lot. “But she’s important, and anything that happens to her would have dire consequences.”

  He turns to leave, much to the vendor’s relief, and she curses under her breath, quickly paying for the pastries she had placed on her basket before running to catch up to him. Just what was the point of  walking with her if he was going to keep leaving her in the first place? 

  “Slow down! Geez, it’s like you can’t wait up or something.” She grumbles, taking one of the bread from her basket and taking a bite out. “If this person is that important, then what the hell is she doing out here?”

  “Because she’s one hell of a stubborn doe.”

  He places a hand on her shoulder, ushering her through the crowd before she could react and leading her towards a clear field, empty and quiet, save for the doe that sat amongst the flowers and grass, humming a calming tune to herself as she weaved a flower crown.

  “Oh stars,” she breathed out, the realization crashing down on her.  “Is that--?”

  “Vida,” Muerte confirmed, then turned to her in a slight glare. “Don’t flirt. Trust me, we’ll never hear the end of it again.”

  A mischievous grin tugged up her lips. “Who says I’ll be flirting with you?” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips at the look of disbelief and slight offense that crossed his face.

  “Muerte?” Vida’s voice broke through, and she froze in embarrassment at the thought of Vida hearing what she had said, feeling her cheeks slightly tingling as Muerte laughed at the look on her face. 

  “It’s me,” Muerte hums, being the first to walk towards the doe. “I brought you what you asked.” He lifts his hand that holds the bag full of pastries. “And an additional guest, if you don’t mind.”

  “Of course not!” Vida’s ears perked and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of (Y/n) walking behind the towering wolf, pushing herself to her feet and immediately running towards her. “Oh look at you! Such a small thing! Come, come! Sit!” Vida ushers her towards the small picnic blanket that she must’ve set up earlier.

  “Thank you,” (Y/n) hummed, Muerte sitting in between her and Vida with a small secret glare. She scrunches her nose up at him, then turns to Vida with an exhausted huff. “He’s very nice, isn’t he?”

  Taking note of the sarcasm in her voice, Vida laughs with a snort, covering her mouth as she did so. “Oh he’s always been that way.” She starts, grabbing a pastry from the bag as Muerte rolls his eyes with a huff.

  “But you must be (Y/n)! Oh, Muerte has told me a lot about you!”

  That was a surprise. 

  “Oh?” She raised her brows up, mouth formed in a small ‘o’ as she couldn’t form the proper words to say.

  “Vida,” Muerte warns, stopping midway from sharpening one of his sickles as he gives her a glare. 

  “He does,” Vida continues with a teasing grin, much to Muerte’s clear dismay as he brings a hand up to his eyes with a groan. “As well as your… current predicament.” 

   “My..? Oh,” she rubs the back of her neck, “Well? Do you know how I got it? Maybe… you made a mistake?” Her voice shook lightly as she spoke, not knowing what Vida’s reaction would be if she had outright suggested a mistake in her making. To her relief, Vida simply gave her an apologetic smile and shook her head.

  “No, I don’t. And neither of us could smell a curse on you, either, so it’s not that. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s fine. I have a long life to figure it out.” (Y/n) grins. “You think Muerte will stick around?”

  “Well, he already talks quite fondly of you at home, so he might.” Vida grins, looking up at the wolf as she takes a bite out of the pastries, Muerte letting out another groan in the background.

  “Vida!”

  The next few hours or so went by just like that. With Vida oftentimes trying to embarrass Muerte that he threatened to leave the both of them here if they kept at it. At some point, Vida had shown her how to weave the flower crowns she was doing earlier, and they had fun trying to chase Muerte into wearing them (which after a few minutes of running around and begging, he finally sat down and agreed, though he had a sour look on his face the entire time with his arms crossed above his chest and a small pout on his lips).

  “Oh don’t be such a baby,” (Y/n) grins, reaching up to his head to place the crown on his head, his ears tilted back as he grumbled. She leans slightly backwards to get a better look at him, a proud smile on her lips. “See! You look so much better now—it adds some color to you.”

  He reaches up to the crown on his head, and she immediately smacks it away before he could even think of removing it.

  “Don’t take it off! I made that with my bare hands, you know!”

  “I do, I saw you just now.” He huffed, then turned to watch Vida as she interacted with some of the woodland animals that had strolled in earlier. (Y/n) watches her too, a small smile tugging up her lips.

  “She’s very nice,” she plucks a flower up from the ground, twirling it in between her fingers.

  “Too nice. It’s going to get her killed out here.”

  “Well I’m glad she has you to protect her all the time,”

  Muerte turns to her, an unexpected soft look on his face.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah,” she shrugged. “I mean, have you seen you? You can frighten anyone with those eyes.”

  “But not you?”

  She hums, “No, not really.”

  “Why not?” He turned back to check if Vida was okay, and found her basically making each and every animal that came near her a flower crown.

  “Because there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She smiles, looking up at him. “You’re beautiful, Muerte.”

  His breath hitched, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he turned away. 

  “I--” He starts, but the words were immediately lost in his tongue. He couldn’t bring himself to look back up at her, but he could hear her fuzzing with her basket as she leaned ever so slightly towards him to support her weight, close enough where he could feel her warmth against his arm.

  “Ah crap,” She cursed, Muerte finally turning to look at her as she rubs a hand down her face. “I just remembered I have to get to the bar early tomorrow. Corin has the flu and everybody else is busy.” She sighs, pushing herself up to her feet with the basket on her arm. “He’s not going to die from that, is he?”

  Muerte snickered, shaking his head. “No, from what I last saw he still has a pretty long life ahead of him.”

  She breathed out a sigh of relief, a hand to her chest. Turning to look at Vida, it seemed that she was still busy tending to the animals, and she didn’t really feel like walking over there and having them all skitter and run away. 

  “Tell her that I had a great time,” 

  Muerte pushes himself up to his feet. “I’m sure she already knows that,” He grins. (Y/n) remembers the flower crown on his head, a laugh pushing past her lips.

  “I still better see that flower crown the next time we see each other.”

  He lets out a groan of complaint. “You know I can’t wear this when I’m out collecting souls!”

  “Alright! Fine!” (Y/n) huffed, leaning up to her toes to try and grab the crown. Muerte immediately had his hands on her hips in case she lost balance, ducking down just the slightest. She takes the crown in her hands, then plucks one of the strands of lilac decorated along the edges of the flowers, tucking it into a slightly loose thread in his black poncho. “There, at least you still have a pop of color on you.”

  She backs away with a hesitant step, patting his hands and lightly prying him away, her skin tingling where the warmth of his palm had been. 

  He eyes the small flower for a second, a small chuckle pushing past his lips. It was better than the flower crown, he had to say that. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t fall off.”

  “You better.” She threatens teasingly, squinting her eyes and pointing a finger at him. He laughs, nodding his head and holding both his arms up in mock defense. 

  “I better go,” (Y/n) eyes the darkening sky, “See you next time at the bar?”

  Muerte hums. 

  “I’ll be there.”

(Vida heard all of that, she's definitely teasing y'all the next time you see one another)

[oldgirl-shoutinginthevoid]

Some concepts and fanarts of my own Muerte X Reader fanfic Limbo!

And also, some bad funny sketchs of simp and shit

[anarchic-angel]

There Was an Attempt:

A Day Out

@allthenamesithinkofaretaken

I tried to copy the artstyle of the movie and ended up with this. Don't mind the houses, I honestly didn't know how I was going to draw them 💀

[cherrygummycandy]

Rescue from the Rescue

A platonic! Puss-in-boots and Perrito x reader

Summary: Working as a helper at Mama Lunas isn't always easy, and unexpected things can happen. Though, you never though meeting a Spanish-speaking cat and a dog dressed as a cat would be one of those things.

(An: This request was orginally for a younger niece or nephew of Mama Luna, but I didn't want to make it too gender specific (and I couldn't for the love of me figure out how to make a realistic family tree for Luna) so I made the reader an occasional volunteer. Please enjoy!

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Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. The scratchy sound of the broom rings out as your broom glides across the floor, as bits of fur, spare litter, and kibble are swept up into the dustpan. You hum a soft tune, swaying in turn to the beat. "Oh, Little Helper, come here!" Mama Luna's voice rings out across the brightly colored casa. "Coming, Miss Luna." You prop the broom up against the wall, grabbing the dustpan and dumping the contents in the nearby trashcan. 'Don't want any of the cats trudging through this and undoing my work.' You think, placing the now empty pan back by the broom.

You hurry through the house, tiptoeing across persians, shorthairs, and tabbies as you attempt not to step on any tails. You step into the living and sigh in relief, having dodged all the cats. Mama Luna sits in her rocking chair, knitting what appears to be yet another pair of cat mittens. "Oh, come here child." She waves you over, eyes not leaving the yarn project in front of her. "I'm planting a catnip bush out by the garden, would ya' mind tilling the soil?" She asks, stopping to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. You nod, but pause with a grimace when you see the plethora of cats napping atop her ratty grey hair. "Yeah, sure. Do you know where the garden supplies are?" She waves a hand over in the direction of the backdoor. "Just check the bag by the door." As you step away, slipping at the back door, you hear her call. "Thank ya', Little Helper! I'll make ya a real nice sweater for this. You giggle a little, and shake your head.

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Stepping down the rickety steps of the porch, you enter the garden. Bright stone walls enclose the area, decked out with various hanging plants. The ground is carefully decorated with all sorts of colorful plants, from poinsettias to marigolds. You smile, remembering the first time you entered Mama Luna's garden, coming to ask for some Marigolds for your Dia De Los Muertos altar. Honestly, you have no idea she managed to keep this garden looking so nice before you came along, seeing as anytime you see her she's knitting or bathing cats.

Just as you begin looking for a trowl, your ears perk up at a nearby sound. "So, Pickles, what do you want to do today? I was thinking-" "WE are not going to do anything, Perrito. I am going to sun in el jardín." You watch in amazement as what appears to be a talking cat strolls into the garden, standing on two legs. Behind him follows a, cat? 'What is that thing?' You think, tilting your head in confusion. The scrawny creatures look less like a cat, and more like a rat in a feline costume. "Oh! Sunning, just like a real cat! I'll join you, maybe I can sun my belly." The little animal says. "Um, excuse me?" You say, stepping forward to make your princess known. The orange cat jumps in shock, dropping to stand on all-fours, while his companion lowers his head, and attempts to use his hood, which has a cat face poorly knitted on it. "Uh... meow?" The orange cat tries. You furrow your brows, before looking back toward the house in realisation.

"Oh, you're worried Mama Luna will hear you. I won't tell her anything, I promise." You place a hand on your chest and kneel down, reaching the orange tabby's height. "I'm Mama Luna's helper, I just stop by from time to time, helping her with chores and what not. And you are?" The cat hesitates, green eyes looking you over cautiously, before standing back on two legs and taking a dramtic bow. "I am known by many names, but you, pequeño ayudante, may call me Puss." You smile, amused. "But your tag says pick-" "I know what the tag says! That is simply the name given to me by the-" Puss shudders, and glances at the house. "Iady of the house." He finishes. As you nod, your attention is drawn to his friend behind him.

"Who's your friend, Puss?" You ask, looking at the strange sweatered animal. Puss sighs, gesturing weakly with a paw. "This is Perrito, and, he is not my friend." Puss explains, barley glancing at Perrito. "Perrito... the cat? That seems like an odd name." You feign confusion, slowly reaching for Perrito's hood. Suddenly, you flip it back, revealing the a small, scrappy looking dog. "A chihuaha?" You exclaim, as the dog yelps. "Oh! Please, please, please don't tell Mama Luna, I don't really go into the house, I live under the por-" Perrito goes on, frantically rambling about his living conditions under the porch. Puss scoffs, turning away from the dog and pressing a paw to his forehead. You, on the other hand, feel your smile drop at the pitiful little pup. "Hey, calm down, please?" You ask, putting your hands out in front of you. Perrito's rambling stops and he looks up at you. "I'm not gonna kick you out or anything, I promise. You're a stray, right?" He nods. "Look, I know Mama Luna probably wouldn't be to keen on keeping a dog, or letting a walk around talking and standing." You admit. Perrito and Puss watch, waiting for your next words. "But, I'm not Mama Luna, so I guess I'll have to let it slide." Puss smiles and nods with gratitude, while Perrito hops up in delight. "Oh wow! Can you believe it Puss? Now, I've gone from no friends, to two friends in one day!" Perrito exclaims, tail wagging back and forth.

"We aren't amigos, amigo." Puss retorts. "Look, I have to finish tilling the soil, Mama Luna wants some new plants going in over there." You point towards the northern end of the garden, to a small bare patch under a tree. "But, once I'm done, maybe you guys can tell me a bit about yourselves?" You suggest. "Wow, Okay! Hey, I'm really good at digging. I bet if I help, we can get done even quicker!" Perrito exclaims. Before you can even respond, he bounds over to the unused soil and begins to dig at a frantic pace. You chuckle to yourself, and look a Puss. "He's... a bit odd, no?" Puss says, tilting his head as he watches Perrito fall into a hole that he just dug. "I'll say. Y'know, I'm looking forward to learning more about you, Puss. It's not everyday I meet a talking cat." You say, looking to the ground sheepishly as you kick a pebble. "Well, it seems like Perrito could be at it for a while... why don't I just started with the story now, sí?"

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It's been several hours, much longer than you realize, since the three of you began to discuss your pasts. You were amazed to learn about the adventures of Puss. You couldn't imagine going through half the things he has. Not only that, but you didn't actually know cats had nine lives, you always assumed it was a myth. "So, I say to the man, 'That is the last time you'll cross Puss-in-boots!'" Puss exclaims, finishing a story. Perrito stands on his hind legs and claps, while you let out a loud cheer. You quickly cover your mouth to stifle the sound, realizing Mama Luna must be asleep. "Oh my god, w-what time is it?" You ask, looking up and realizing how dark it's gotten. "About 9:00, why?" Perrito asks. You hop up quickly, moving up the steps and towards the backdoor. "I need to pack up, I must've gotten carried away with your great story-telling puss." You compliment. Puss follows you in, but Perrito stops at the edge of the door. "Perrito, you sure you don't want to come in? Mama Luna's sight isn't what it used to be." You suggest Perrito smiles, but shakes his head. "Nah, I've got a cozy corner under the porch waiting for me, besides, the rats are probably expecting me back." He gives you a goodbye, and you smile sadly as the chihuaha scrambles under a lookse board of the porch, fall down under the porch with a 'pop'.

You hurry to begin the journey back home, tying your boots and avoiding cats as you grab your bag and coat. As you do a last minute chek, to ensure everything you need is with you, you see Puss out of the corner of your eye. He is stood leaning against the bottom of a bookshelf, seemingly conflicted. "Puss?" You ask softly. His head snaps up, and he looks at you. "Are you okay?" You ask. "Fine, just thinking is all." He says. You feel that there is something more, but simply turn away. As your hand moves to reach the door, he says one final thing.

"How often do you stop by?"

[twilekass]

(Saul Goodman voice); Your honor, my client here CLEARLY stated "Do it for the vine".

[queenofdragons12]

A Dragon Never Fall, We Rise

paring: Muerte/Death + Jake Sully x Dragon! f! reader. Warning: slighty smut, implied, bad writing,

word count: 900-1000

Author's note: except nasty smut her,e,, my dragonlings! I could improve at writing smut, which isn't like full, so there is no age regestirgio,n really. just enjoy

In the depths of the ancient cave, where secrets whispered on the tongues of flickering flames, a tapestry of enigmatic connections unfolded. Amidst the twilight's dance, a wolf and a celestial being converged, their presence a mystifying blend of incongruity and solace. Within your sacred culinary domain, where flavors mingled and aromas beckoned, you fashioned a feast befitting the grandeur of a dragon's palate.

Yet, before indulging in the succulent bounty, a hand, gentle and fleeting, graced your exposed waist, rousing your senses. Your tail unfurled, a graceful serpentine motion, while wings and shoulders instinctively tensed. A deep, resonant chuckle, brimming with untamed echoes, stirred the air, drawing your gaze to the source of amusement.

"Jake Sully," you hissed playfully, your voice a melodious incantation, "beware the sinuous nature of dragons. To venture unnoticed is to court a dance with death. Even the wolf holds wisdom beyond your grasp."

A dance of banter and camaraderie ensued, as growls and smirks painted the canvas of their interaction. Jake, a steadfast presence, approached with reverence, his hands finding solace upon your rump. Growls mingled, fangs revealed, yet beneath the playful exchange lay an undercurrent of respect, a symphony of dominance and submission.

Amidst this delicate interplay, a sentient silence descended upon the cave. From the shadows, a familiar figure emerged, drawn inexorably to your side. In his embrace, you found sanctuary, your wings enveloping him with a tender embrace. The intertwining of souls transcended words, as the purity of your connection spoke volumes.

In a voice that trailed like a serpentine whisper, you soothed the tormented spirit. "Hush, Muerte, does Gatiot still haunt your dreams? Let the currents of fate guide him, for his path must unfold in its own time. Release the chains of your pursuit, and grant him the freedom to discover his destiny. Your vigil has endured, a testament to your unwavering resolve."

The weight of truth bore upon Muerte's visage, his gaze intermingling with yours in a frosty exchange. Resolute yet burdened, he retreated into the ephemeral shadows, his purpose awaiting fulfillment in the tapestry of existence.

Beside Jake, you now found respite, the three of you gathered around the sacred hearth, where sustenance merged with the essence of life. A tableau of unconventional kinship, forged in the crucible of extraordinary bonds, embraced the fragile harmony of the moment. In this twilight realm, where love defied logic and loyalty defied convention, you savored the enigma of existence, each morsel a testament to the interconnectedness of souls entwined.

comment down if yall want a pt. 2

[swanpit]

Bonus y/n version

[livdem1human]

Headcanos on how Death would act in a Relationship ❤️‍🩹

(might include some stuff from my first headcanon post)

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- PROTECTIVE

- Being Death himself means he obviously can't be around you 24/7. But when he's there he will make sure no one and nothing bothers you

- No matter how busy he is, he will come by every night. Will give you a kiss and whisper he loves you if you're already asleep

- Will still try to spend as much time with you as possible. Around you, he sometimes forgets who/what he is. He just feels so alive when you're there

- Flowers? Flowers!

- but not the basics like roses or lilies (unless u want that ofc) will get you your favorite flowers or randomly pick some daisy's and give them to you cause "they're small and pretty like you" (daisy's are underrated)

- he also gives you shiny rocks, coins, buttons.. hell even sticks. Will say something like " this made me think of you so i thought you might like it" with puppy dog eyes and floppy ears.

- will also write love letter's and small notes for you <3

- Also be careful to mention if you want/ need something, Cause it will "magically" appear the next day. If you ask him about it he will play dumb and act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

- you get sick? This guy won't leave your side until you feel better.

- You're cold? Gives you his Poncho. You need comfort? Gives you his Poncho. You don't need anything in particular? Still, give you his Poncho.

- he just loves seeing you in it ok? let him be

- will unintentionally jumpscare you all the time

- like, he will come up behind you and give you a hug out of nowhere

- he might be romantic but he's also a tease

- he just loves it when you're a flustered and stuttering mess.

- you want to get back at this for teasing you? Put your hand under his snoot, pull him close to you and tell him he's a good boy.

- bro will MELT

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This one is shorter but i still hope you enjoy my Headcanos ❤️‍🩹

If you notice any typos or Grammer mistakes pls let me know!

[cantstoptheimagines]

“Vida y Muerte” Masterlist

This is a series of one-shots based the movie, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. The Reader in these works uses a filler name (Vida, she/her), is represented by a spotted deer, and is the physical manifestation of Life. Meanwhile, Death will be referred to as ‘Muerte’.

I’ve put the links in my recommended reading order, but each of these can be enjoyed as standalones. I hope you like these works just as much as I do! Feel free to send in ideas for this series because I love Muerte very much and would love to write for him more often!

This series has a visual edit!

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Nueva 

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Reader Works (Thank You for the Support!)

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[asmallpinkfan3]

I don't know if it true or not if they do this.

But I can imagine reader doing this to Muerte.

I hope you're okay doing this.

Muerte x reader (doing this⬇️)

That so cute idc, and smart.

Death and with a fem wolf s/o protecting him.

Song I listened to on repeat: star girl interlude+gallow dance.

Warnings: violence.

You and him just wanted to take a simple walk that’s all you wanted to do.

And then this other wolf came up to you and him, he had his eyes on you.

“Can I help you”? Death asked an eyebrow raised.

The other wolf just stared at you, you slowly backed right under deaths head.

He noticed and rested his head above yours and glared at the other wolf.

The wolf came closer and stared him right in his eyes he let out a small growl.

“I’ll ask you once more, what do you need”? Death asked as you got into a position to bite at the other wolf’s neck.

“What’s her name”? He asked looking down at you, you seemed scared which was your plan to make him think your scared.

Death knew what you were doing, but he didn’t like that the other male was eyeing you.

“None of your business”. Death answered with a growl once more.

“Hey no need to get all angry at me, I just wanted to know her name”.

You could tell that death was close to fighting him and the other wolf was close to biting him.

Deaths ears went back and so did the other males he leaned down and tried to go for deaths neck only for you to take a big fat bite of his neck.

He was taken aback, you looked scared so why were you attacking him?

He went to bite you only for you to go for his ears and bite as hard as possible causing him to yelp.

He turned to run but not before yelling at you “fucking bitch all I wanted was your name”!

You knew his true intentions, both you and death knew.

You did feel some liquid on your own nose, he must have clawed you nose.

“Shit that hurt”. You said as death put his paw to your nose.

“It’s small but it’s gonna take a couple of days to heal so why don’t we go home and get that patched up”? Death offered to of course you agreed.

I’m finally free for the weekend :D

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

Second Meeting

[ Death/ Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader]

(Changed his name to Muerte instead of Death because I think it's more fitting. I also don't know if this is what you mean by 'more' like a part 2 to the immortal reader but that's what I did lol.)

The day had been long and tiresome, and most of the customers had already gone for the night after another fight broke out. She rolled her eyes, an exhausted sigh pushing past her lips as she moves onto wipe at the next table. Stars, why did she think it was ever a good idea to own a bar?

Slinging her towel over her shoulder, she walked behind the counter, grabbing the glasses and wiping them down before she puts them away in a drawer.

Patting her hands together, she looked over at the darkness of her bar, trying to see if there were anything else she missed to clean.

"I guess that's it for the night then," she huffed. Thinking about home already made her miss the softness of her bed. She wondered if she should finish the book she was currently reading, but then again, tomorrow was a Saturday and she had to restock some of the food for the chef by morning, and stars know that she couldn't just read one chapter of a book.

About to head home for the night, she walks to the backdoor to lock it up, about to turn and head out when a familiar whistle cracked through the silence of the bar, the fire atop the candle in front of her blowing out as he appeared.

She grinned, turning around to greet him when he presses the familiar blade of his sickle against her neck, her lower back pushing against the counter behind her.

Clicking her tongue, she places the tip of her finger on his blade, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, we've already established that that doesn't work." Pushing the blade down, she looks into his eyes, as bright red as she remembered, glowing underneath the shadows of his hood. "Now come on, do you want to take a seat and have a drink?"

Muerte huffs, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head as he sheathes his sickles, taking a seat on the stool he had previously sat on, pulling his hood down as he runs his hand down from the top of his head to his eyes. "Why else would I be here?"

"And here I thought you came to see little ol' me." She grabs a wooden mug from the drawers, filling it with his drink of choice in a nearby peg, batting her eyelashes teasingly at him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "You wound me, Muerte."

A chuckle pushes past his lips as he lifts the drink to his lips, taking a sip, the bitter taste of the alcohol feeling more than welcome.

"You look exhausted," she quipped, wanting to break the silence.

"So do you," he retorted, and she snickered, nodding her head in agreement.

"Bar fight earlier, had to break it up before they smashed a hole in the wall." She motioned her hand over to the far right where he could see a broken table just there on the side. "I'll have Corin take that out before opening tomorrow. "

"Why? Can't lift it all by yourself?" He grinned, teasing as he takes a sip of his beverage.

(Y/n) scoffs. "Just because I'm immortal doesn't mean that I have the full 'magic human' package— I don't have super strength. "

Muerte let's out a low rumble of a chuckle, and to her surprise, he stands from his seat, gulping down the remaining liquid in his tankard before placing it back on the counter. He walked over to the broken table, and she watches, amused, as he barely breaks a sweat hoisting it up in his shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping," he shrugged. She walks out from behind the counter to follow him outside, watching as he places it dowm beside the rest of the trash, patting his hands together with a satisfied grin.

"I don't owe you for this now, do I?" She teased.

"You could pay me with your life," he retorts, holding a paw out towards her. (Y/n) snickered, smacking his hand back.

"You know I'd give it to you if I could," she hummed then turned to walk back inside, Muerte following closely behind her as she did. "But for now, how about a free drink?"

"Sounds like a good bargain to me," he walks back towards the bar, sitting back down on the stool he had occupied before and watching as she prepares him another tankard, sliding it towards him afterwards.

She watches as he takes a sip from his drink, and from the way his eyes stared blankly on the wall in front of him, she could tell that there was something in his mind. The exhaustion radiated from him in waves that she never thought she would ever see the personification of death ever have, a part of her feeling a sting of guilt for having him carry the table outside.

Finally, she decides to break the silence. "You said you'd find a way to kill me,"

"I did,"

"Well is it by boring me to death?" She teased, and he couldn't help the laugh that pushed past his lips.

"Would you rather have me scare you to death?"

"Anything else but sitting in silence," she shrugged. "I've been doing that most of my living life, I don't think I'd want it to be my cause of death, too."

Death turned to her, intrigued. "Are you so eager to die?"

"Well it beats living a repetitive day to day basis," she huffed, leaning forward in the counter where he was, a glint of mischief shining in her eyes. "Unless you want to live it with me, of course."

"I see you still aren't bored with flirting with me,"

(Y/n) laughed. "I mean it's worth a shot, at least I know you won't die on me."

Muerte almost chokes on his drink, coughing up and hitting himself in the chest as (Y/n) laughs in the background.

"Easy there, Muerte. And here I thought you would be the one to kill me and not the other way around."

He grumbled, shaking his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I would if I could find the reason why you're immortal in the first place," Muerte huffed, pulling one lip to the side and seeming to contemplate his words before speaking. " Are you sure you're human? Did your parents do anything when you were a kid that might've triggered this?"

(Y/n) thought about it for a while, grabbing his empty tankard and seeming to play with it in her hands, then shrugged. "As I said, it's been so long that everything is muddy, but if they did tell me about it even the slightest clue, I'd either would have known about it by now or didn't catch it at all. "

Muerte sighed. "Right," he huffed. He looked out the windows that showed the empty streets outside, and he wondered if he should go. He'd been taking a break far longer than he'd anticipated.

"Hey, if you can't find a way to kill me, it's fine," her voice cuts her off his thoughts, turning to look at her as she gives him a small smile. "I don't know if it's fine for you seeing that you were so worked up about my immortality when you were here the last time, but I'm honestly fine living a few more hundred years." She paused looking away as she lifts a hand to the back of her neck. "So long as you visit me from time to time... if you want."

Of all the times she's flirted with him, she was never this embarrassed, and he could feel a small smile tugging up his lips as a chuckle pushes past his lips at the sight. Well, it's not like he has anything better to do in his free time.

"Of course," He grinned, removing the look of excitement that crossed her face when he flicks her nose, a laugh escaping him as she curses him under her breath. "I mean someone has to check if you're keeping out of trouble."

"I asked for a friend not a babysitter," she poked her tongue out at him, and he huffs out a laugh, pushing himself off his tool and standing on his feet. He raised the hood to his head, his hands finding their way to the sickles that hung on his hips.

"Hey, you're getting both, that's the jackpot for me."

"I'd call it a jackpot if you add a kiss on the lips on the list," She winked, but instead of recoiling like he usually did, he laughed, tilting his head to the side as he smirked.

"Remind me in a hundred years and I might. "

Before she could think of replying, he turns, walking towards the door with that familiar tune on his lips, leaving (Y/n) on the counter, baffled, eyes wide and lips parted in a small 'o'.

"Oh shit," she huffed. "I need a pen and paper."

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[oldgirl-shoutinginthevoid]

More questionable sketches about Death x Reader

The second one is something i imagine happening in the future of Limbo JASDASDAS and is based on this comic of beastars

[anarchic-angel]

Wasn't planning on uploading this since it's one of my self indulgent shit and I didn't want to put a face on the MC in TWaA but I thought it turned out pretty despite the wonky lighting and anatomy. Don't mind the MC here though, it's just my version of her.

While finishing this my fossil of a phone decided it would be the best time to crash so I had to sit in anxiety while Ibis paint restores the file. Now that it's done I have to quickly finish up a presentation that I was supposed to be doing in the first place.

[cherrygummycandy]

Family Outings (and all the victims that come with them).

A Goldilocks and the Three Bears crime family x reader

(An: First time writing in a while, feels pretty good to be writing again. Not sure what direction I'll push this is, probably some slight romance with Goldi or Baby Bear. Also, above is some cute theatre promotional material of the family movie night! Enjoy!)

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"Eye of newt, tongue of, of... ugh!" You slam the small vial of repitilian eyeballs down on the oak table, leaning back as you place your hand on your forehead, trying to calm yourself down. hurrying over to the bookshelf, you toss hurriedly search, haphazardly tossing book after book behind you in search of the one you needed. A leather-bound journal, with gold fittings lays against a dusty candle-holder. The label reads 'Hellica Mellica; Ancestra Magica'. Grabbing it quickly, you return to your workspace, and plop down. Flipping to the chapter on transmogrification, you read quickly, attempting to remember what ingredient is missing from your brew.

"Tongue of Goldfish, of course!" You exclaim.

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"Move it, you mug!" A blonde haired girl yells, pushing a small bear forward. "I'm tryin' alright? This scents hard to track, n' you don't even know who were supposed ta' be tracking!" The small bear snaps back, the odd necklace around his neck rattling as he whips around to face his sister. Two larger bears trail behind, chuckling at the scene before them. "I know who were supposed to be tracking, Baby. Just not any specifics..." Goldie says, raising her walking stick up above her and smacking it against a tree branch, knocking down a shiny red apple. It lands in her palm, and she bites into it with a grin. "Oh, can you get me one, Goldie?" The bear with a fancy hat asks from behind. "Sure thing, mum." Thwack! A second apple falls.

"Remind me dear, what exactly is your brotha' sniffing out?" The largest of the three bears asks. "Spellbook, Papa. Centuries old one, at that. Guess it belonged to some big witch back in the day." Goldie says. "A-a witch? You mean like the one that put them' kids in that oven?" Baby bear squeaks, before getting prodded forward by Goldie's staff. "Please, Hansel and Gretel killed that witch, didn't ya read the story?" She sighs "Besides, that witch is long dead. We, dear brother, are tracking the scent of her house." Baby tilts his head in confusion. "Wait, how am I tracking a house?" He asks. Goldie shrugs. "I guess she set some sort of enchantment on it, attracts little animals, so she can put em' in her brews." She raises her hands up, hands mimicking claws, an evil grin on her face. Baby shivers, and turns back to facing the path ahead. "Goldie, luv, stop scaring ya' brotha." Papa bear scolds, ruffling her messy curls with a paw. A claw snags, pulling a lock and making her squeak. "Papa!" "Sorry!"

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Eyes narrowed in concentration, you focus on the task at hand. You attempt to steady your hands as you slowly ladle your transmogrification potion into a small vial. After a few moments of slow pouring, the vile is filled. "Yes!". Popping a cork into the top of the vial. "And not a drop spilled." You cheer, giving yourself a small little thumbs up in a nearby mirror. You set down the potion-filled glass, and move to dispose of the unusable leftovers at the bottom of your small, hand-held cauldron. You carry it outside of your cottage, sloshing the disposable material over your herb garden. The herbal paste and eyeballs should make a good fertilizer. Dunking your cauldron in the well, you scrub gently. As you remove the cauldron from the well, you look down at your reflection. You contemplate your image for a moment. You frown. It's you, but don't feel quite like yourself.

For years, you trained, studied, and dedicated your life to the teachings of your mentor, the all powerful witch who lived in the cottage before you. Admittedly, when a small orphan stumbled upon your cottage, she was tempted to eat you. However, she decided you'd be more useful alive, than in her stomach. She wasn't warm, or kind. You cringe, remembering the daily beratings shouted at you from throughout the cottage, as you scrubbed, swept, and polished every part of the estate. Once, you had even tried to copy one of her potions, and she never let you live down the disaster that followed.

"You useless little witch! Ruining my cottage, touching my cauldron!" She had screamed. "You want to explore magic so bad, fine! Be my guest!" From that point on, she not only increased your chores, but had made you help her fulfill her orders. It started small, but occasionally, when she felt cruel, she had made you attempt harder, more dangerous things. These always went horribly wrong, and you found your self-confidence diminishing, day by day. Now that she's gone, you still do the occasional spell, enough to sell and get by, alongside baked goods. Still, you haven't even attempted the hard stuff again. Looking down at your reflection in this well, you see that same child. 'Maybe I am just a useless little witch...' You chuckle sadly. You turn to head back inside, only to be met with the end of a wooden staff pointed mere centimeters from your face. You gasp, but the girl at the other end moves it closer, silently threatening you to remain quiet.

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"Ello' there." A blonde girl stands at the other end of the staff, a smirk on her face. "You live ere'?" She asks, gesturing with her free hand to the cottage behind you.. "Y-yes..." you nod. "Ya' don't look like a witch." A voice comes from behind her. You attempt to peer behind her, leaning to the side a little. You hold in a gasp when you see three large bears looming behind. "I'm not a witch, not really." Goldie looks behind you at the cottage. "Then why do ya' live in a witches cottage?" She asks. "And she's holdin' a cauldron!' The smallest bear adds. "My mentor used to live here, I just sorta... stayed here when she died." You admit. "Oh, the poor dear..." The medium sized bear coos. You're a bit taken aback at this behavior, but smile nervously at the mother bear. "Ugh, not now, Mama!" Goldie waves her free arm, as if scolding the bear. "You got any weapons on ya'?" You shake your head. "Alright then, non-witch. Why not show us into your lovely home, you don't wanna be a rude host, do you?" She roughly grabs your arm, practically dragging you into your own home. Once inside, the smallest bear begins to sniff around, as if hunting for something.

"Um, what's he doing?" You ask, watching as your home is searched by the small bear. Goldie looks over, groaning and rolling her eyes. "Baby, ya' dolt! Stop it, we'll just get em' to tell us where it is. Ya don't need to turn the place over." She turns back to you. "Are you familiar with a book, called-" She pulls a piece of paper from her pocket, glancing over it quickly, before saying "called 'Hellica Mellica: Ancestra Magica'?". You bite your lip, unsure about telling this fierce girl the location of your book. The only real success you've had with magic has come from this book's information, and frankly, you feel like your mentor would curse you from beyond the grave if you just let her beloved book go.

"Uh, sorry, no." You lie, eyes darting to the side. The girl looks unconvinced, and suddenly grabs you by the collar of your frock. "I know you've got it, now, I'm gonna ask ya' a little differently. "Where. Is. The. Book?" She mutters. "Over there, o-on the table." She drops you to the ground, and quickly moves over to the table. She grins as she grabs the spellbook, holding it up. She moves to open it, but finds the cover won't budge. "Wha- what's wrong with it?" She exclaims, beginning to shake the book. "What's wrong then?" The largest bear asks. "It won't open. It's jammed or something." She throws the book on the ground. "Give it ere' lemme take a crack at opening it." The largest bear begins to try and rip the book open. You watch, eyes wide in confusion. The book has never refused to open before, not even when you didn't know anything about magic. You slowly shuffle over, and sit nervously down on the nearby armchair. While you watch the bear and girl struggle, the medium bear approaches you. "You ave' a lovely little home, dear." the bear says. "O-oh, thank you." You respond. After a moment's silence, you turn back to look at her.

"Um, can I ask who you all are? The bear nods. "Oh, sorry for not introducin' ourselves. I'm Mama bear, that's Papa bear," She points a claw at the big bear. "That's Baby bear," She points to the little bear, who is currently raiding your kitchen cabinets, making you frown. "and that's my Goldie." Mama bear puts a paw over her chest, smiling as she stares at the blonde girl, who is now so angry she is chewing on the leather cover of the book, hands scratching and clawing at the binding. You look between her and the bears. In her fit of rage, she makes eye contact with you. "You! You've used this book before, open it up." She chucks the book at your head, before Mama grabs it just before it makes contact. You nod thankfully, and open the book. The family crowds around, peering at the first few pages of information. Just as Goldie moves to snatch it, the book snaps shut again. "What! Ugh, you've done something to it, haven't you!" She screeches. "She prolly' put some kinda spell on it! Using children's blood or something." Baby sneers. "I didn't, my mentor must have done something to it, this has never happened!" Goldie pauses. "Never?" She asks. You nod. "Well, seeing as you're the only one who can open it, I guess you'll be coming with us." She stands and motionsfor you to follow, before stopping and looking back over her shoulder.

"Then everything should be just right."

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