Sanscest One-shots (Fluff/Smut) :::Requests:::CLOSED

:::Afterdeath::: Feathered Affections -- Reapember Day 1: Wings (Fluff)

EDIT: Fixed the title

A/N: What's this? An update? After almost 3 months? Holy shit, haven't done that in a while. I've been posting a lot in my prompts book if people are interested in reading all the content I've been procrastinating.

This inexplicably ended up matching with the #Reapember challenge where the first prompt was 'Wings', so I'll consider that a win. Still have art for it too though.

Reaper shook himself, his wings fluttering slightly with the motion, seeing ashen dust fall to the ground from the monsters that had perished around him once his job with them was completed. Of course this was nothing new for him, along with the moderate splattering of blood he had gotten on himself, but it certainly left a substantial mess for him to deal with later.

Sparing a short glance at his rather gory surroundings, he glanced at his leather bound book, content with the sight of no new names added underneath this mess of people he just dealt with, finally allowing him to create a portal with the slash of his scythe to the save screen he now resides in. He once again shook himself off to allow more dust to flutter off his wings and clothes, seeming to do very little with the dust settling itself into his raven feathers, with some appearing to stick out a bit from mild neglect after his rather 'exciting' job.

Desummoning his scythe, he stepped into the house, being greeted by his husband, who quickly took notice of Reaper's less than slightly appearance. The god was completely disheveled and unkempt, with dust and drying blood on his cloak and feathers, some sticking together uncomfortably.

"Did you have to go and make such a mess of yourself?" Geno seemed unphased by the gory sight of monster dust and human blood on his husband, having already seen it time and time again. He began to assess the extent of the mess, noticing as Reaper was reaching over to pull him into his chest but very quickly pushed him away. "No, you are not touching me like this!"

"Aww but baby, what about my welcome home kiss?" Geno pushed Reaper's nearing face away lightly as a warning after hearing his husband's whining.

"Clean yourself up first! Gods, did a group of people throw themself into a wood chipper or something?" Reaper begrudgingly allowed for his arms to fall to his side as Geno leaned in a bit to look at one of Reaper's wings, pulling it out enough to see all the feathers unfolded, frowning at the blood that was soaked in.

"I wouldn't really say that. Just a series of unfortunate events with a group of people and some lethal weapons. Nothing out of the ordinary," Reaper spoke nonchalantly, which didn't really answer Geno's question at all nor did it make Geno happy to hear.

"Take off your cloak and don't go anywhere, I don't want you getting dust around the house. I'll be right back,"

"Usually when you tell me to take off my clothes, you do so with a little bit more arousal, love,"

"Usually when I tell you to take off your clothes, it isn't after a murder spree," Geno corrected firmly, snatching the black garment from Reaper once he complied, leaving the god shirtless, only in a pair black pants. Geno turned around, but gave a harsh glance back at Reaper to be sure he didn't move, before disappearing into the kitchen. He emerged again with a small bucket of water with a few hand towels tossed over his arm, setting them beside the couch near the front door. "Sit on the couch, Reaper. I'm cleaning your wings,"

"Really, love?"

"Yes, it's about damn time you had a proper grooming anyway, now sit down, and don't move too much," Geno instructed once again as he walked past his husband to run upstairs quickly. Reaper trailed his vision alongside Geno's movements, until he stepped into their bedroom away from sight. The god then walked steadily towards the couch to take a seat, trying not to rustle his wings and make a bigger mess around him. He glanced at the stairs again once he heard Geno walk towards him, a large bristle brush in hand: The one that was commonly used for Reaper's wings.