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[throws this to the masses and retreats back into my bolthole]
Curador (Death/Muerte/The Wolf | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)
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 ➳ 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.”
Yes
Alrighty then.
○ Love is the literal embodiment of love. She is a red marble fox with a heart marking in her forehead and has purple eyes with white pupils.
○ She is playful and loves teasing others, including Death(Muerte). She is blunt and gves very meaningful advices to those who asks and those who she sees in need.
○ Love softly guides souls to the right person, to the right people. Familial love, platonic love, self love and romantic love are the things she preaches.
○ Love was very disappointed in Puss when he ran away from the wedding but she understood that it was for the better.
○ Love and Muerte have known each other for a long time. Love teases Muerte as a sign of affection and endearment. Muerte may look like he'd rather be anywhere but don't be fooled, he likes it. Muerte teases Love a lot as well.
○ Muerte is BIG, like way taller than an average wolf. Someone said he's 7'06, which makes Love 5'07. So take that as you will 😏.
If yall want more, just ask away~