Marvel's Reaper ( Male reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff )

Infinity Well

The throne glides through Death's domain without touching anything, floating several feet above a black surface that looks solid until faint faces move beneath it like reflections trapped under deep water. Death conjures it specifically for Y/N after he makes it clear that he wants Hilton coming with them, and the throne seems to take his preference personally, forming from polished black stone with faint green veins running beneath the surface like sleeping Onyx Force. Hilton stays sideways across his lap with one arm looped around his shoulders, perfectly comfortable there now that the shock of seeing him again has finally settled into something warmer. Y/N keeps one arm around her waist while his other hand rests across the curve of her backside, rubbing lazily through the fabric while the throne carries them deeper into a place that seems to stretch forever.

Hilton presses another slow kiss beneath his jaw before dragging her lips lower along his neck. "You're seriously gonna keep healing these before I can even admire my work," she murmurs, sounding personally offended when another dark mark appears against his skin and begins fading almost immediately.

Y/N feels the bruise repairing before she even finishes speaking, and his fingers squeeze her ass while he looks toward Death floating several feet ahead of them. "My body thinks everything is a medical emergency now," he says. "Apparently a hickey gets the same response as getting stabbed through the chest."

Hilton kisses the exact same place again with more determination. "Then I'll just keep making new ones until your body gives up," she says, smiling against his skin when he lets out a quiet laugh.

Y/N gives her ass a sharp smack through her clothes and watches her head lift immediately. "You're really competitive with my healing factor right now," he says, keeping his hand there afterward while she narrows her eyes at him.

Hilton shifts a little higher across his lap and lightly grabs his chin. "You started touching my ass five minutes into this tour," she says. "You don't get to judge anybody's priorities."

Death turns while floating backward through the endless dark, her black eyes moving between them with open amusement. "I personally find both sets of priorities very understandable," she says, her bare feet never touching the ground beneath them.

Y/N looks toward her with his eyebrows raised. "Nobody asked you to co-sign the horny shit," he says. "You're supposed to be teaching me about your creepy ass dimension."

Death's mouth curves into a pleased smile while the landscape around them starts changing without any warning. "Those things aren't mutually exclusive here, my Reaper," she says. "Besides, you insisted Tianna accompany us, so you accepted the possibility of distractions."

Hilton kisses Y/N beneath the ear and gives Death a smug look over his shoulder. "She makes a strong point there," she says, earning another smack that makes her laugh against his neck.

Y/N shakes his head while the throne continues drifting forward. "Both of y'all are gonna get on my nerves before this tour ends," he says, although his arm tightens around Hilton when the ground beneath them disappears entirely.

The black plain folds downward like a piece of cloth being pulled through an invisible hole. An enormous horizon replaces it, stretching so far that Y/N's enhanced vision still can't find an ending. Countless lights hover in the distance, but they aren't stars, because some move slowly while others disappear into doorways, rivers, forests, towers, temples, cities, mountains, and structures he can't even name. Some places seem peaceful while others look harsh enough that Earth's worst prisons would feel comfortable beside them.

Y/N's hand stops moving across Hilton's backside while his eyes sharpen. "Those lights are souls, aren't they?" he asks, leaning forward slightly without loosening his hold around her.