✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝟸 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜 | 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚍 | 𝙳𝙲𝙰𝚄

Blackness. That's what you felt every time you passed. A cold black void, the constant overwhelming gravity pushing you down the rabbit hole. Then jolting you awake, when you woke up again.

But of course, you weren't supposed to wake up again. But you did. And you have, over 100 times. When you had gotten this curse, it had been your late teenage years.

You were in a dark place, where your mother had constantly disapproved of your very life. Nothing was good enough for her, so when she said "You'll never amount to anything Y/N!" You believed it. Every word.

So when you stumbled across the wrong alley, and shoved into the wrong cult experiment, when you were cursed for the rest of eternity, you knew this was your own personal hell. Now you truly couldn't amount to anything, not even death. You remembered the first death, it wasn't scary.

You still don't know why it wasn't. Your mother and you hadn't gotten into the worst argument yet, she didn't believe your cult story and had signed a warrant for asylum. You ran to the top of the apartment building in fear, her following you.

Scolding you. So when you stepped off the building, you knew she had finally believed you. You had amounted to something, you had shown her! That was a 6 story drop, it was impossible to survive. You didn't.

That cold void swallowed you. Until your eyes fluttered open, and your body began to feel the ground. You still remember your mother's face, surprised, shocked, and terrified. Of what? You weren't sure.

So when you did wake up, you didn't go back into that apartment building for sure. For the next 99-ish lives you attempted different ways of death, poison, beheading, stabbing, burning, drowning, everything.

Even the plague didn't work, and you had tried that. Some rats in an underground cavern could voice for that. But those deaths weren't forgotten, you still felt every bone shatter, every slit in the skin, every stab of the organ, every prick, collapse, everything.

And it left a scar. You were almost covered in scars, only a few laid in visible spots with clothes luckily. You had an amazing pain tolerance by the way.

So one day when you had a stroll across the wrong street, your shot heart was nothing new. Maybe even less than a bee sting.

The man who shot you thought you were with the HIVE operatives in the facility beside you. When he realized his mistake, he placed a flower onto your chest, covering the bullet wound.

When you woke up, you noticed this and followed him. He chimed you up for a hallucination or some haunting. You didn't deny it either and continued your 'haunting' for many months.

During those months, you'd follow him into battle, meetings, and more. Your haunting excuse only works due to your slight mind manipulation. Every single damage you took you could inflict on someone else with a glance.

So you did some experimenting. You affected everyone you saw with this particular death. You wore a pendant, a particularly special one.

This allowed everyone in your proximity under your selection to not see you. If you wanted them to see you, you'd alter them so they could.

This pendant was a steal from Constantine himself, who was surprisingly easy to steal from. Over these months you'd fallen for the red hood.

But knew, he couldn't be yours. He'd die one day, you'd have to watch. And besides? Who would like some corpse like you?

"Can't you haunt somebody else?" The hooded boy said, shooting another soldier. "No!" You respond smiling, killing another 3. "Looks like I'm ahead crispy." You teased, your nickname stuck.