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Expect one daily SFW Death in Boots drabble (exactly 100 words) for each prompt posted on my AO3 account when the event starts.
Happy Pride Month, everybody!
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Words Unspoken
Jack Horner’s wish had cataclysmic consequences.
All magical creatures were stripped of their powers or disappeared outright. Those who remained were entirely at the mercy of an all-powerful tyrant.
Puss could no longer talk, wield a sword, or stand on his hind legs. But he remembered who he was.
The wolf remembered him too. Puss had known as soon as they had met again, red eyes locked on green.
He looked from the cat to the former pie factory turned magical fortress. They were headed the same way.
Words were unnecessary. Their intent was clear:
‘We’ll take him down together.’
Pestilential Tide
Death waited by the riverbank of Hamelin.
A black tidal wave rose and collapsed, narrowly missing the tabby running from the giant swarm of rats.
Wild-eyed, claws out, the cat growled around the ancient rat trapped in his maw, swatted fiercely at the rodents that came too close, shook off the ones that jumped on his back, without slowing down.
Puss jumped into the river, claws gripping a drifting log. The rats tried to swim to their captured leader. They got swallowed by the wild currents like black foam.
"You’re giving me a real workout," Death shook his head fondly.
Flowers From Your Ashes
A good day to die, and a fine time for gardening.
Wasn’t it convenient that Death used sickles for work?
To add insult to injury, the cat died by fire this time. The flowers in the wolf’s lungs withered like all the sunlight and water had just vanished from the world. They were dry when Death spat them out and cut their stems. Orange and red gladioli, like the previous six times.
Death knew Puss in Boots would revive, and so would the cut blooms in Death’s lungs.
Another three lives for the cat to waste.
Until the last harvest.
Art for DeathPuss Week Day 3: Hanahaki.
It goes with my drabble Flowers From Your Ashes, which I wrote for the same prompt. Let's just say that Death has... conflicting feelings for Puss in Boots, and leave it at that.
I Don't Want Your Shadow
"No… You can’t be here, this is supposed to…!"
"Make you immortal?"
Death sneered at the cat cowering inside the sealed pod:
"All this machine can do is gather data from your memories, create an approximate replica of your legend, and upload it into a robot.
"I don’t chase lifeless shams, Puss in Boots. I am here for you," Death’s sickle knocked on the glass. "You’re gonna use your last moments to ‘save’ your precious legend? Or are you gonna fight?"
Death could crush him inside the pod; instead, he waited.
Puss clenched his sword, and slammed the cancel button.
Homespun Vessel
"Hey, Lobo! I got your parts!"
Death raised his head from the open bowels of his vessel. Puss in Boots glided in and landed beside the wolf with a flap of the leather wings Death had crafted for him. There was some beautiful irony in watching his creation come to life.
"Not as fashionable as my cape, but they’re very cool," the cat flaunted his wings. "So yes, I will help you upgrade your boat."
"Good," Death smirked. "You will be more comfortable when you ride it."
"Sure, eventually."
"How much for these parts?"
"One kiss," Puss winked. "Or thereabouts."
And So We Fall
"They sent the Angel of Death to get me? I’m flattered."
"No one sent me."
"You came on your own?! That’s breaking the rules!"
"You’re one to talk."
"What did I do to get you this mad at me?! Was it this town I saved from annihilation?"
"They will die eventually. I don’t care."
"What’s this about, then?!"
"What do you think? Why did you fall in the first place?"
"…For sleeping with mortals?"
"As a cat."
"Duh, cats are irresistible. I miss my wings, but honestly? Best form to get stuck in."
"…"
"…Not here to kill me, are you?"
Here is an illustration for The Golden Hourglass' seventh chapter: Puss just caught some breakfast!
One Step From Your Grave
Cats had nine lives, but only one Death, like everyone else.
Puss in Boots had always laughed at the notion. He didn’t need a creepy shadow warning him about lethal danger, he was a legend.
Until his spare lives ran out.
Then the wolf appeared.
Puss slowly pushed his drink away. His Death sneered:
"Now you’re paying attention."
"Why… aren’t you moving away?"
"I will, once you sober up."
A claw tilted Puss’ chin up.
"When you do, you’d better remember this," his Death growled: "I won’t let you ignore my signs anymore. If I get this close again, run."
It’s Not In The Stars
Every mortal had a soulmate. Death didn’t.
"So?" Puss’ red rose twirled between his claws.
"So, you should stop pursuing me, and go back to your soulmate," Death growled.
"Kitty and I have an open relationship. Sweet of you to worry, though," Puss purred.
"I’m not supposed to mingle with mortals! This is why I don’t have a mark!"
"That doesn’t sound like a ‘no,’" Puss caressed Death’s chin with the flower. "I don’t care what fate has to say. But I do care about your answer."
Despite his suave voice, the rose trembled in his paw.
Death took it.