I know it's been a minute, but thank you guys for being patient! The little Death/Kai fic is here 🩷
Death sighed, already feeling the tension leaving his body as he laid back in the recliner. In the background, he could hear his siblings bickering and their lovers chatting away. The room was cramped, given that it was only really meant for four humans, and not for four Nephilim, as well as an Angel. But they made it work.
He wasn't used to things being peaceful for them... They were the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, yet here they were, Strife and Fury were bickering over what the correct toppings were to put on a sandwich. Kiran and Danni were taking their respective lovers sides, though they were much more playful about the arguments than his brother and sister. War, Uriel, and Vivian were quietly watching the others, though all three were in their own little world.
Which left one missing from the voices. Kai, Death's partner. Though, he didn't have to wonder where Kai was for long, before he felt the pressure of a smaller, warmer body on him. At first, he had been so worried that Kai would be too cold when they would cuddle, but the human was always quick to reassure him that he ran too hot to begin with, so it was nice to not wake up, sweating through clothes and blankets. The elder horseman sighed, wrapping his arms around him, and keeping the human from falling off the chair.
Death always marveled at how small Kai was, one of his hands covered almost the entirety of the human's back, how his small chest pressed against him when he breathed in that deep sigh. Death never could figure out why Kai loved his scent. The rotten, decaying, molded smell of Death.
But Kai always called it homely, familiar..... Safe.
Something Death never thought a human could feel towards him.
His eyes closed against his will.
Later, Death would wake up to the home being quiet, with a blanket of them, courtesy of Danni. Later, there would be dinner made, and they would be happily invited to the too small a table for so many massive entities. Later, well....
Later, he would be woken up to the press of warm lips on his mask, reminding him that even Death himself can learn to live again.
