The Healer (Death/Muerte x Female!reader)

Chapter 11: The Pain Of Immortality

"Mama! Papa! Look at what I drew!" The small voice of  their youngest filled their ears. His red eyes shine bright as he shows a picture he had drawn with charcoal. Muerte and (Y/N) smiled at him, his father ruffling his black hair and wolf ears, the little boy's black fluffy tail wagging. "Eso se ve increíble, mi niño." (That looks amazing, my boy.) He said to him, making the child smile big showing the gap where his two front teeth were missing. His mother plants a soft kiss on his head before he runs away to play with his brothers and sister. The parents watch their littles play together before the coughing from their nursing baby  grabs their attention. Pulling the baby away from her breast before the infant is quickly scooped up by her father. "Slow down, mi pequeño cachorro (My little cub)." He says to her, smiling. The baby starts to giggle as she grabs Muerte's nose. 

His heart ached as the memory played in his mind, wishing he could go back to that. He should have been honest with you. But it still shocked him to his core to know that you were obviously a reincarnation of his mate. How could he bring that up to you? 'Hey (Y/N), you're the reincarnation of my wife from more than 100 years ago but you have none of her memories. Anywho, wanna get a drink?' His chuckled to himself at the thought before he heard soft snores coming from the base of a tree. He turns and sees you leaning up against the tree, sleeping but by no means peacefully. He scooped you up in his arms, you didn't even stir. He held you close as he carried you back to the house. After getting back, he set you down and started a fire in the fireplace. He gently pulled your cloak off of you and hung it up so it could dry. Pushing your soaked hair out of your face, staring at your puffy red face. He sighed sadly, wishing he could've done this differently. Placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before he turned back to the fireplace as more memories of the past played in his head. 

You wake up to a pounding headache, your face sore from crying so hard. You sit up, your clothes are damp and muddy. Looking around the room of the small house, the memories of the night before flooding back to you. Your eyes land on the wolf sitting in the corner of the room, flipping through a book with a smile on his face. He feels your eyes on him and looks up at you, instantly closing the book and setting it down. "Hey, are you okay?' he comes over to you, not getting too close. "y-yeah, I'm fine.. Are you?" You hate yourself internally for stuttering. He looks deeply into your eyes. "I'm as okay as I'll ever be. Listen, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you what I knew. Or what I think I know. I understand if you'd like me to stay away-." "No!" You yell out, making him jump. "I-I mean.. I-I'm so sorry that came out wrong.." You take a deep breath. "P-please tell me what's going on. I'm so lost." He hesitates before grabbing the book he was reading. "You have a spell book, yes? You should have a spell that will help you make some connections." You gently take the book from his hands, looking at the cover. A child had scribbled their name on the cover. You open the book and see that it's an old story book filled with child-like drawings somebody had added to the pages. You flip to the back of the book and find a small hand drawn picture, looking at it. It had 6 figures, 1 holding a small figure, all of them labeled with their names close by. The names of the small figures looked familiar to you. "What is this?" You look to Muerte. He looks at the book in your hand, smiling. "That's Jackson's story book you found for him. It was his most prized possession. He used that little drawing as a bookmark." You smiled a bit, feeling better seeing him feeling a bit better than last night. You hand him the book before you go to your bag. "Is there a stream or pond nearby? My clothes are soggy and I smell gross." You pull out your spellbook that Maori had given you. He laughs a bit, enjoying how you changed the subject. "Yes, there is a stream nearby." You open the spellbook and flip to the glossary, going down to the M section looking for memory spells. He watches you, enjoying how cute you looked when you focused. After 15 minutes of checking and finding nothing yet (Reminder, this is 7 or 8 books in 1), you look up at him to see him smiling at you with what looked like love? His tail wagging as he stared. You felt your face burn, waving at him. "Are you still there?" You ask him, making him chuckle. "Of course. Just enjoying your company." You blush darker. "O-oh um thank you..?" He chuckles once more. "Muerte." You smile at him, your face burning from his words. "Muerte. Thank you. Now, will you please take me to get cleaned up?" He laughs at you, his heart throbbing at hearing his name leave your lips. "Si querida lo haré." (Yes, darling. I will do that.)

After reaching the stream he mentioned, you took a moment to enjoy how lovely it was. There was an actual fountain built in the middle of the little pond. It was slightly overgrown, but the water was clean. Healthy flowers bloomed almost everywhere you looked. You felt like you were in heaven. You turned to Muerte, who had insisted upon carrying your bag, standing there smiling at you as you adored your surroundings. He set your bag down on a little stone bench near the pond. You had changed your clothes before you left the house, now wearing a beautiful tie-dyed sundress that Corlis had handmade for you before you left. You went to your bag and grabbed your clothes and cloak out along with your soap before crouching down and began washing them. He sat nearby, playing with a small bird that was hopping around him. You rinse and ring out your clothes thoroughly before hanging them from some tree branches to dry. While waiting, you grab your spellbook sit down and start flipping through it once more. After finally finding the spell type you were looking for, you flip to the page number and begin reading. It doesn't take you long to find the exact spell you need. Whereas most spells have almost a paragraph of teachings and explanation, the one you needed had just a sentence. Memory Restoration for the Reincarnated: Incredibly rare, to use on thyself or another, speak the words over a ritual bowl containing the blood of the reborn and thy memory shall return. You grumble to yourself. 'Why is the key ingredient always blood?!' You think to yourself. Realising this may just be your last day as, well, YOU, why not make the most of it before you experience the ultimate mindfuck. Looking at Muerte, you see not only is he still playing with a bird, but also a chipmunk and a baby fox. You laugh to yourself, making him look up. He says something in spanish to the animals, making them all run off. Marking your page and closing the spellbook you stand up and face him. "Muerte?" He looks to you, a soft smile upon his face. Seeing him in such a good mood, you decide that you just want to drag out being happy with him for a little longer. You hated to lie, but for the first time in a long time, you wanted to put yourself first.

 "No, but I'll keep looking."