𖤓 Multiverse One-Shots 𖤓

Geno x Reaper

In the desolate and infinite expanse of his tiny world, time had lost almost all meaning for Geno. Confined to a realm where days blended into endless nights, his existence reduced to a mere blip in the void. The walls of his confinement pressed in on him, suffocating yet oddly comforting in their feeling of familiarity.

He looked beautiful. Suddenly Reaper wished he came sooner for his break. The surprise of the other skeleton looked simply adorable to him; to a sadistic part of him. Reaper had wrapped his arms around Geno the second he had arrived, scaring Geno shitless and successfully shaking him out of his dark thoughts.

"You're back early.." Geno spoke, running his hands over the top of his lover's. In reality he had been thinking for the better part of an hour, his mind trailing back to what happened.

"Am I? Huh.. guess I was eager to see you, doll." Reaper took a hold of Geno's hand, spinning Geno around in a pirouette before kissing his lover's hand. "What are you doin' out here anyways?.. Too warm in the house again?"

"Nah, I just wanted some time away from Aspen.." Geno blames his absence on their cat; hoping it would diffuse any questioning. Reaper nods, able to tell Geno was trying to steer him away from the subject. He decided that he wouldn't push it for now.

The couple made their way back to the home in the void, and as usual Reaper helped Geno make a meal; today's subject being farfalle. The routine that brought a sense of normalcy and comfort to Geno.

Taking a seat on the couch, Geno leans against his mate. He begins eating almost silently as he waits for the god's usual small talk or even a lament. But it's delayed.

"Tell me about your day..?" Geno takes the matter into his own hands and asks, leaning into the arm around his back. "Well.. not much happened, the usual you know?.." Reaper responded normally, knowing he had nothing new to share. Geno nods, looking to the clock after taking a small forkful of pasta into his mouth. It was late into the evening, no wonder Reaper was tired.

After Geno finished his plate, the god took it to go wash the dishes. It gave him time to collect his thoughts and get ready for bed. After stripping down to his shorts and shirt Geno sat down, holding his head in his hands as he got lost in his head once again. Then he heard his partner coming up the stairs to the room and he forced himself out of it; laying down turned away from Reaper's side of the bed.

As Reaper laid down and tried to spoon Geno, he got a flinch in response. He slowly winds his hands to Geno's waist.

"Please, what's wrong bunny?.. just talk to me.." Reaper was silently trying to figure out what was wrong. Geno was stressed or scared and it stressed him as well.

"Why do you even love me? I'm useless.." Geno's voice waivers and shakes as he allows the tiniest amount of the whirlwind within his soul to escape through his voice. His hesitancy and the tension in his comment makes Reaper feel like this has been going on for a long time. Geno sinks into the bed, ashamed of his own words. Reaper noticed with a feeling like a punch to the gut that he had his hand clapped over his mouth, as if he was trying to contain the feelings within his throat.

"Stop it. Don't say that, don't ever say that." Reaper gently peeled away Geno's hand, intertwining his fingers with Geno's. "You are nothing close to useless..I love you so much and you're worth everything to me.." Reaper tries to convince Geno that he is worth something with desperation. Yet Geno is inconsolable.

"I-i don't fucking get it, Reaper.. I have no purpose, I can't even go anywhere.." Geno's mind feels like screaming the words but his voice doesn't give in to the will. His body feels weak, his cut is starting to hurt again from the pain in his soul.