When Death the Kid finds you and your Meister fighting a Kishin on the streets of death city, his interest is perked. And so is yours. The next day, you attend the academy called DWMA as a personal request from Lord Death himself, and the other students are quick to find out you're not one to be messed with.... ~~~ Hello! I am the author of this book with an INCREDIBLY original title, am I right? Anyway, in this story you have the choice between Death the Kid and Soul, who are practically throwing themselves at your feet ;) In this book, you are badass, I come up with original plots, you are fighting a NEW enemy I came up with rather than Medusa, I try to make it as original as possible for the benefit of the reader. Please give it a shot, I'm sure you'll like it!! :D

You had just started attending the DWMA and you already made a few friends, but there's one that your particularly close to Kid; The son of Lord Death himself, But there are some qualities about you he rather finds adorable.

An X Reader fanfic about the reader's adventure in Soul Eater. This is a Death the Kid X Reader, Soul X Maka and Black Star X Tsubaki fanfic with some Marie X Stein in it. However, it is mostly about the story. Enjoy! I do not own Soul Eater. SPOILER ALERT FOR THE ANIME AND THE MANGA. DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! NONE OF THE PICTURES/FANART I USE IN THE STORY ARE MINE, INCLUDING THE COVER

You have lived in Death City all your life and always heard of the DWMA but your parents (or more so your mother....) kept you locked up in the manor for "reasons", granting you no freedom. Finally you had enough and left your home to attend DWMA where you met the gang and fell in love with Lord Death's son, Death the Kid. It just so happens your mother is completely opposed of this for a certain reason. A reason that involved Lord Death and marriage? What happened? Will this love prevail?

Edit from me, years after: Sometimes I go back to this book and see just how wack my writing was years younger. I would delete this right away, but coming back to laugh at how I sucked at writing in general is kinda fun. If anyone stumbles upon this, don't take it seriously. It's written with the mind of a child who did NOT know anything about plot planning and writing properly. FAIR WARNING: 𓅥 turn back now. spare yourself from the unironic cringefest. "Our life cannot be predicted. No matter how much planning you do, You can't predict what happens next." Keeping up with an emotionless facade is a difficult job even for liars. Nate River is a sharp and witty prodigy, a quick successor to L. On first look, he might seem like a man with no guilt and conscience, a sociopath, but chances are, you are blinded by a mask he wore. Blinded by the sharp lies of his true persona. Dull. The world around him was dull. It was not full of colors, it wasn't 'breathtakingly beautiful. He views the world as empty, an empty white surface. He views humanity as the dirt smeared on the surface. He views humanity as filth. Vibrant. She was vibrant, despite her hardships, despite death and despite the lie of life. She can keep smiling. She can keep hoping and she can keep rising. She paints the blank walls with color and converts filth into art. How in the world, can a normal person, crack the mask of a generated prodigy. How can she even touch it in the first place? One doubt. I don't think the girl herself is normal.

death the kid x reader fanfic

You know the usual. Your running from the past. Taking shelter at the DWMA. Befriending people you really shouldn't. Falling in love with someone you didn't expect. I do not own Soul Eater, any of it's original/official characters, or you. Cover Design goes to rightful owner whose profile name is in the last chapter. And please try to not steal my story plot! Thanks!

You've awoken from your coma but nothing is the same. The black blood inside of you is driving you insane and a new threat, even more powerful than Scorpious, has risen. Also, a certain someone that you'd rather forget has decided to re-enter your life.