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Fanfiction:
I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - A Drukkari Great British Bake Off AU
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Isaac Night & the Reaper - An Isaac Night x oc series
Edits:
Lockwood & Co.
Locklyle
Flo/George
I Want More - multi-fandom
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Music:
Drop Dead Beautiful - A love song for Isaac Night
Rules: generate ten headcanons - mark and detail if they’re wrong or right.
I've been tagged by @nobodytocyclops to give my responses for my oc from my Isaac Night and the Reaper series, the reaper! Thanks, and here goes nothing!
1. The reaper gets ready for christmas way to early.
Reapers are usually too busy to celebrate the holidays, but my husband likes to decorate the house while I'm away so we can celebrate together when I get back.🖤
2. The reaper is a horrible liar.
I prefer to speak in half-truths. Lying doesn't come naturally to me.
3. The reaper was dropped out of a window as a child.
I wasn't.
4. The reaper is awful with technology and doesn't know how to use a smart phone.
Reapers don't have much need for modern technology. The only person I would call is my husband, but as the keeper of his soul, our spiritual connection would alert me if he were in danger faster than any smartphone.
5. The reaper is an introvert.
Apart from Isaac, I do prefer being alone.
6. The reaper is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them.
I'm not oblivious, but it does catch me off guard sometimes.
7. The reaper has punched a hole in their wall.
I haven't. I'm more likely to cry when frustrated.
8. The reaper has a roblox account.
I'm not sure what that is.
9. The reaper doesn't own a single pair of matching socks.
All of my socks are black, so they all match.
10. The reaper needs a nightlight to sleep.
I don't. I just need my lover with me. 🖤
Hope that was fun to read! I don't know who to tag, but anyone who wants to jump in, feel free!
Summary: The reaper encounters a surprising problem regarding her wedding ring from Isaac.
Word count: 2.2k
CW: domestic fluff, mild angst, implied off-screen sexual harassment, hurt/comfort
A/N: Raise your hand if you think Isaac's love language would be gift-giving 🙌 I forgot I sort of seeded this idea back in Wait for Me, but I finally got around to it! This takes place between Epics II and III, with a brief reference to Hey, Little Songbird (Reprise), but I think it can be enjoyed as a standalone fic. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
All a-flashing in the pan, all to fashion for your hand
The rivers gonna give us the wedding bands
The reaper had never been a big fan of jewelry. She preferred to adorn herself with the flowers from her garden, and as long as her silver pocket watch served its purpose, she saw no need to replace it with something grander. The only exception was the signet ring bearing an engraving of a knight chess piece that her husband had given her after they married. It was one of her most treasured possessions, and she rarely took it off. That is, until the day she learned where he'd gotten it.
Isaac was sitting at the piano when the reaper returned home, playing a piece she wasn't familiar with. As she tiptoed over to the piano, she listened and noticed that while it was beautiful, it also seemed incomplete. The chords sounded thin in places, certain notes conspicuously missing. The reaper wasn't much of a musician, but she knew enough to have a good guess as to why.
She was standing next to the instrument, where she knew he'd notice her in his peripheral vision, when the piece ended, but he didn't greet her right away. He let the notes hover in the air for a moment, fingers still pressing the keys down until they gradually faded into silence. Only when he lifted his hands away from the instrument did he turn toward her with a small smile and a quiet, "Hello, dove."
She smiled back at him as she responded, "Evening, lover."
Without another word, he slid over on the bench, and she sat next to him. His eyes turned back to the keyboard, tinged with wistful sadness. Gently, the reaper took one of his hands in her own and asked, "Is that one of the duets you used to play with Francoise?"
He nodded. "It was her birthday yesterday. I forgot."
Her eyebrows shot up at the admission, and she turned to look at him fully. There were no tears, or visible signs of distress, but she could feel the melancholy emanating from him as he stared at the piano. So, she leaned her head against his shoulder until he spoke again.
"Am I a bad brother for forgetting?" he suddenly asked.
The reaper quickly turned toward him again, but Isaac still wouldn't meet her eyes. She squeezed his hand a bit harder as she reassured him, "Of course not. You just played a whole duet in her honor, didn't you?"
"I did," he conceded, finally looking at her. With a sigh, he added, "I just don't want to forget her."
"You won't," she asserted, one hand reaching up to caress his face. He leaned into her touch as she asked, "What did she like doing for her birthday?"
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he gave his answer. "She loved opening presents. She didn't get a lot of them after my surgery because money was tight, but I always found time to make her something. It didn't matter what it was, she was just glad that someone went to the trouble to get her something."
"Well, now I know how you got to be such a good gift giver," she said with a smile.
"Oh, my skills are nothing compared to hers," he declared. "Fran always knew exactly what to get for me. That ring was from her, actually. A present for my birthday one year."
The reaper looked down at the signet ring on her left hand and back up at his face. "This ring?"
"The very same one."
"Why didn't you say so sooner?" she asked. Quickly, she moved to pull the ring off, but Isaac grabbed her hands to stop her.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, a slight edge of panic creeping into his voice.
"Giving your ring back," she stated simply.
"But I gave it to you," he protested. "It's our wedding ring now."
"It was a gift from your sister. Don't you want to keep it as a reminder of her?" the reaper reasoned. Isaac's grip on her hands loosened, and she took the opportunity to slip the ring off her finger and onto his. "Besides, I don't need a ring to remind me that you're bound to me for eternity. Not when I get to come home to you every night."
Isaac sighed as he toyed with the ring, but he grinned at her as he conceded, "You're too generous, but you make a good case, my love."
"So, you'll keep it?"
He interlaced his fingers with hers as he replied, "I will. But if you want it back at any time, just say the word."
"Alright, lover."
-
It took a little time for the reaper to get used to not wearing the ring, but she'd meant what she said. She knew they belonged to each other, and she didn't need a ring to prove it. However, she hadn't anticipated the slight complication that would arise from not wearing it while she worked.
A couple weeks after she returned the ring to Isaac, she met a teenage boy who died in a car accident. She had little trouble getting him to go to the great beyond, but before he went, he asked if he could take her on a date. The reaper was stunned. Mortals had shown romantic interest in her before, but the vast majority of them were too shaken by their deaths to be so forward. His proposition was so unexpected that she had to laugh. Isaac, on the other hand, was not amused when she told him about the incident later that night.
"The audacity!" he'd protested. "To think he could ever be worthy of you."
"Now, now, husband," she said with a placating smile and a hand on his chest as they sat in the living room. Isaac sighed dramatically as he calmed himself, placing his own hand over hers. When he was sufficiently pacified, she added, "He's just a boy. He didn't mean any harm. And he relented as soon as I told him I was married."
"Even so, I don't like the idea of you having to fend off suitors," he replied, the fingers of his left hand subconsciously moving to the ring on his right pinky.
"It was just one boy," she reiterated, reaching out to take his hands. "I doubt it's going to become a regular occurrence."
Isaac's only response was a raised eyebrow.
"What?" the reaper asked.
"Have you met yourself, beautiful?" he retorted, trying and failing to suppress a grin.
She rolled her eyes as she replied, "You're a bit biased, lover."
"I might only have eyes for you, dove, but I know young men well enough to know that beauty and kindness are a highly desirable combination, and you have both in spades," he stated.
"It's my job to be kind," she countered.
"Be that as it may, you are one of the kindest people I've ever known, and hormone-addled teens have a habit of seeing what they want to see," he continued. He gently squeezed her hands as he added, "I just want you to be careful, dove."
She sighed as she said, "Alright, I promise to be careful, but you know I can handle myself if anything happens."
"I know you can," he agreed with a smile. "Although, you've never personally shown me your scythe skills…"
"I'm not summoning it just to prove a point!" she asserted, though she couldn't hold back her smile either.
"I'm just saying—" he began, but she leaned forward to silence him with a kiss. The words died on his tongue as he melted into her touch. As much as he loved having the last word, he loved kissing her even more.
-
Unfortunately for the reaper, it wasn't just one boy. In the weeks that followed, she received propositions from multiple recently deceased teens. She recounted the first two to Isaac, but by the third incident, she opted to keep it to herself. Love him as she did, she didn't want to worry him, or hear his "I told you so." But even without mentioning it, he sensed that something was on her mind. The reaper was grateful that he didn't press the matter; he just held her a little tighter than usual.
After the sixth incident, she was especially agitated. This mortal had been quite persistent, not stopping his advances even when she told him that she was spoken for. She managed to scare the young man into submission with her intimate knowledge of his misdeeds, helpfully supplied by her reaper's intuition, but she was more shaken by the encounter than she cared to admit.
The reaper arrived home with a heaviness in her heart, and she immediately went to find Isaac. He was in the kitchen, making tea. For a moment, she just watched him as he went about his task, quietly humming to himself as he did so. As he poured the freshly brewed tea, she realized he'd made two cups. Without turning around, he called over to her, "Good evening, dove."
Some of the tension left her body at the sound of her name on his lips, but she couldn't bring herself to speak just yet. He set the cups on the table and finally looked at her, taking in her solemn demeanor. As he watched her gaze wander over to the tea, he added, "I thought I'd have it ready by the time you got back, just in case. You've been rather tense after work lately."
She felt her heart swell instantly at his words, and before she knew it, she'd crossed the room and flung herself into his arms. He stumbled back a bit as he caught her, but he quickly found his balance and wrapped his arms around her. The reaper buried her head against his chest, listening to the steady ticking of his heart as her anger slipped away, and he rested his chin on top of her head as he held her tight. They stayed that way for a long time before she finally spoke: "I don't know what I would do without you, lover."
"The feeling is entirely mutual, my love," he said. He glanced to the side and smirked as he added, "Your tea is probably getting cold."
The reaper laughed, finally releasing him to take her seat at the table. She took a long sip of her tea, which was still warm, and felt the remaining tension in her limbs dissolve. "Thank you. I needed that."
He took a sip of his own tea as he sat next to her, scooting his chair closer to hers so he could drape his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, enjoying the calm and quiet before he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
She sighed heavily before putting down her cup and turning to face him. Looking into his eyes, brow furrowed in concern, the reaper told him, "I think I need the ring back. It keeps happening."
The reaper wasn't sure how she expected Isaac to react – with shock or disdain, perhaps, as he did before – but to her surprise, he nodded in understanding before replying, "I thought that might be the case."
"Most of them are easy enough to deal with, but there was one boy today who was… determined," she explained.
"How determined?" he asked, worry creeping back into his voice.
"Nothing I couldn't handle," she assured him, "but it was certainly more than I wanted to deal with at the end of the day."
"Well, it's a good thing I made this, then," Isaac replied.
Her eyebrows rose as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. It was a small silver band, engraved with a knight chess piece, much like his own, but daintier. She leaned in to look at it more closely, smiling as she admired the craftsmanship and said, "A knight from my Night."
"May he protect you with his life," he responded, quiet pride evident in his eyes.
"It's beautiful, Isaac. When did you make it?"
"Right after you returned my ring," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "As much as I like having it back, I've missed seeing you wear it. But you also deserve something just for you, not just a secondhand gift."
"My clever, thoughtful husband," she murmured, her own grin spreading across her face.
He gently took her left hand in his as he asked, "May I?"
She nodded, and he slipped the ring onto her finger. It was a perfect fit. He brought her hand up for a kiss, the familiar gesture so tender that she couldn't resist leaning forward to press her lips to his. It was slow and tender, a gentle kind of dance that could only be performed by two partners who knew each other better than they knew themselves. When they finally pulled away, she said, "My heart is yours and always will be, lover."
Isaac smiled as he said, "You took the words right out of my mouth, dove."
This took me AGES omg but finally I’ve got it done! Here we have a nude Isaac Night, who’s still looking thin from his zombie transformation, rediscovering the heart that gives him life 🖤🖤
I hope it turned out alright and that yall like it <333
