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~A Valentine's Day Death the Kid x Reader~ POV Change for the Sequel to Hearts and Butterflies Valentine's Day: a day known as one of romance, passion, and many shades of red and pink. Today was going to be filled with crooning couples and bitter grumbling singles, and already this early in the morning people began to fill the streets as they enjoyed the day of romance in Death City. Not everyone, however, was so eager to start the day. (Full Name) groaned as the morning sunlight filtered through the window of her bedroom, stirring her out of her peaceful sleep. With a slight sigh, she shifted and propped herself up on her elbows as her ey

Death the Kid nervously fiddled with the skull pendant around his throat. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this unsettled over something as minor as a party. He tucked the pendant underneath his cloak. He took another look in the mirror and analyzed what he saw: himself, all in costume and white mask in his hand. He smiled, pleased that his costume had turned out so well. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Kid turned at the sound of the door opening to reveal Liz in a rather revealing Red Riding Hood costume. Her eyebrows knit together in irritation as she frowned. "Are you ready yet, Kid? We've been waiting for you for at

It was a few days into Christmas vacation, and Petra grew more worried with each passing day. All the sparkle and childish delight from (Name)'s eyes had faded. The little girl barely showed much interest in anything, even reading. She sighed as she resumed browsing on her laptop while (Name) blankly watched the Peanuts Christmas Special. Part of her was angry with (Name)'s parents, who never seemed to bother trying to set aside time for their only child, but at the same time she understood that their jobs were demanding. Besides, it's not as if they were neglectful. Mrs. (Last Name) often asked how (Name) was doing, if she was eating health

Gray awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the summer breeze rustling through the treetops . He rubbed his eyes with his good hand before stretching carefully, glad he hadn't rolled over his broken arm in his sleep. That would have been unpleasant to wake up to. Yesterday's events played in his mind, making him frown. He needed to find a way to the others, somehow... Gray sighed, looking out at the entrance to the lean-to. Right. First things first... Grunting as he stood out of bed, Gray made his way out of the shelter and analyzed his surroundings. (Name) was nowhere to be seen, with no traces of her presence anywhere except for the

(Name) woke up to various *bangs* and *booms* and sat up in bed. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she smiled gently at the sight outside the large window that showed the balcony outside. She drew the blanket closer to her naked body. Not too long after, her lover Alfred stirred beside her until he too sat up, hugging her from behind and pulling her against his bare chest. "What's the matter, babe?" He asked. (Name) looked up at him from below his chin before pointing out the window. As his blue eyes followed her gesture, he smiled. Fireworks showered the night sky a small distance away, illuminating the room with vibrant color. (Name) smiled befor

The next day, (Name) sat at a picnic table on the playground, observing the other kids as they played. She was still nervous from the day before. Though she had never really attempted to make friends in the past, she had a hidden hope that she could make at least one here. That freckled boy from yesterday would probably be a good start... Her thoughts were interrupted by three shadows being cast over the picnic table. (Name) looked up to see two boys and a girl that she vaguely recognized from her class. She blinked in slight surprise at their appearance. "Hey, is everything alright?" One of the boys asked. "...I'm fine..." (Name) said sl

Jean Kirschtein tapped his foot impatiently as he sat in his desk. It was the first day of second grade, and already he was bored from being stuck in a classroom after three months of freedom. Just a week ago, he and his best friend Marco had been riding bikes and splashing in the creek behind his house, and now he had to sit still at least another hour until recess. Speaking of Marco, his freckled friend sat behind him in his own desk,  doodling in colored pencil on a piece of paper. Jean craned his neck over his shoulder as he watched. "Watcha drawing?" he asked quietly, trying not to attract the teacher's attention. Marco looked up and s