Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots {Request Only!}

Soul Eater

(Anyone ever watch this anime?
(Haven't seen it in forever, details might be off

Death Meister Academy, a school rebound for training those who wish to hunt the evil and greedy in the world.

You were an experienced meister, but recently, your weapon had gotten injured during a witch fight. They couldn't become a weapon anymore, so you had to be given a new partner.

You were waiting patiently in Death's room, waiting for who he called "Your perfect match."

It only took a minute, but Death's scythe, Spirit, walked in with another student in tow.

You couldnt see much about the student, his face was covered up, his eye by a thick, curly fringe, and the rest by a rabbit mask. He wore a boggy hoodie, black jeans, and basic shoes.

Eventually he stood in front of you, "(Y/n), this is Corpse, the weapon I told you about. He's quite unique, I feel you will enjoy working with him."

You looked him over, and offered a hand, "Well, Corpse, may I?"

A deep chuckle left him, "Yeah." He took your hand and with a gentle pull from you, he became his weaponized form.

A rapier fit into your hand, it's blade was obsidian black, and the detail around your hand was beautiful. Death giggled,

"Corpse is a multi-form weapon. Much Like Tsubaki."

You smiled, "Sick." He quickly showed off his other forms, a bow, chakram, and finally, a spear. All adorning that same obsidian black.

You smiled, watching as the purple glow overcame the weapon, and he stood next to you.

"what do you two think?"

You grinned, "He's cool." You noticed that Corpse was blushing, looking away.

Death seemed to light up, "Wonderful, (Y/n) you are a skilled meister, I know you'll make Corpse a death scythe in no time, now, off you go!"

You smiled and took Corpse's hand, dragging him off.

"What happened to your weapon?" He didn't drop your hand, "Did you always hold hands?"

You gave an awkward laugh, "Yeah... Sorry," you let him go, "It was to ease her anxiety. And... She died, in a witch battle."

He frowned, and took your hand again, "I'm sorry to hear that, and you can hold my hand, if it comforts you." He mumbled, still blushing.

You gave him a grin, "Thank you."

....

You had been partners with Corpse for two years since then, and a year into it, the two of you started dating. You had hesitated on getting Corpse the witch soul, afraid to lose him too.

But today was the day, you couldn't hold back any longer. A witch had been spotted leaving the city. Corpse jumped at the opportunity. He knew you wouldn't like it. But he was ready.

He was right, you didn't like it.  Blowing up at him over it. He took your threats with a grain of salt.

You sat behind Corpse on his motorcycle. He picked up the hobby form a certain Soul Evans that he had become friends with. They bonded over their likeness of soul-eating and over all emo-hipster aesthetic.

You were still upset by the time you reached the witch. But the sight before you caused all your anger to leave. The witch sat Infront of a cherry blossom tree. Her hands and legs starting to fuse into the tree.

Her soul floated infront of her.

"Go ahead, take it. You earned it."

You stood Infront of her. Silent.

Corpse shrugged and grabbed the soul, but upon looking at you. He froze. Your face was streaked with tears.

"Mom..?"