Death's Feathers On A Cold Fall Night (Death the Kid x Reader)
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 8m
  • Reads 176
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 3
  • Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Oct 04, 2015
(F/N) (L/N) is a normal teenager. She isn't girly. She isn't a tomboy either. She's average. But she moves to Death City to attend the DWMA. There, she meets a nice group of friends. And a certain black and white haired Shinigami. She likes her life with these new friends. But ever since she moved to Death City, there are two flying birds following her. The two birds that resemble death. The Crow and the Raven. Are they good? Are they evil?Are they guiding her? Why are they following (F/N)?
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.