Author's notes:
Suppose this is my first story here, but it's definitely not my first ever. Anyway, this will be just a hodgepodge of one shots about various ships (excluding those with incest or underage characters with older characters). This first one is Spirit/Death Scythe x Lord Death. I'll be doing all the ones I like most, but I'd be super excited to get some requests to improve my writing.
If you spot a mistake, feel free to point it out to me!
I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters, or any songs that may be mentioned.
Warmth.
That's the first thing that registers as Death slowly comes to, dark, golden eyes peeking open before closing immediately. His breath hitches only once as warm fingers slide over the chill, pale skin of his arm, over his bony shoulder and coming to a rest against the back of his long neck. The weight if the hand only stays there for a moment, sliding further up to tickle past high cheek bones, barely touching over long eyelashes before tangling almost gently in thick black hair.
Spirit let's out a soft, genuine chuckle when Death curls in closer, eyes opening so that the God could glare at his personal weapon for waking him from his rather pleasant dream. Even if he was much warmer than his own body, the pale, gangly man slid from the large bed, sighing as his bare feet sunk into the pristine white carpet. The air was cold against his bare chest, having left the balcony windows open all night, although it didn't really bother him - the Death God had a naturally low temperature, so the cold rarely bothered him like it did his more-than-human lover.
Speaking of which...Death smiled as arms snaked around his waist, gently tugging him back into the warmth of the redhead's embrace. They didn't need words as he turned to bury his face in Spirit's neck, breathing in that warm scent he seemed to carry with him wherever he went. The scythe's breath shifted the hair on top of his head, and Death gave a content sigh. Hands - one tanned and warm, and one pale and cold and marked with hundreds of years of scars - found each other under the white comforter and fingers entwined, and both God and man relaxed, not saying a word to each other, simply laying still, fitting together like two pieces of a damaged puzzle; bent and a little torn but still whole.
A warmth he hadn't felt in centuries settled in his chest, and he felt a tickling sensation in the back of his mouth, and words he couldn't afford to say choked and died in his throat before he let them escape. Those three words, as much as he craved to say them to the wonderful redhead, would only bring sadness later on in both of their lives.
A giggle sounded from the edge of the bed, and Death rolled over to see the adorably chubby face of his six year old son peeking over the edge if the bed. He pulled away momentarily to snatch his son up into his arms, amused by both the shriek of laughter and of Spirit gasping as the young child kicked him in response to being dropped onto the redhead.
Their moment was ruined, but they still shared a look of amusement as Spirit affectionately ruffled the young death god's black and white hair, only half listening to the excited chatter of the boy. By the time Death had pulled a shirt on the two had agreed that Kid's father really should make them pancakes while they stayed warm in bed. He made a face at them, which Kid only imitated, and tossed a pillow at his laughing lover.
Pancakes it was.
Thinking of maybe doing Soul and Death the Kid next, any thoughts of other ships I should do? Also, if Kid has a kind of name before he becomes Lord Death, did/does Death have a name too?
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