taakolicious:

another thing I need to write:

an evil necromancer just captured a reaper they need to use for a ritual. they know it’s dangerous to keep her, but she can’t free herself on her own.

then. suddenly. there’s this guy at the entrance of the cave. he looks like a fucking suburban dad who just wandered in here by chance. chubby, glasses, white shirt… blue jeans. fuck.

of course this necromancer knows the story, the song. everyone does.

they try to run, but barry bluejeans isn’t having it.

“you hurt her,” he says, and his calm voice is laced with something strange. something dangerous.

barry doesn’t shift into his reaper form. he doesn’t have to. he takes this necromancer apart with their own weapons, spells that he knows so much better than them because he’s had a hundred years to perfect them.

the captured reaper – lup, how did they not realize this was lup – cheers him on, but she doesn’t have to.

barry j. bluejeans is the most powerful necromancer in the entire planar system – and probably all planar systems beyond.

the necromancer dies, painfully, but they do see barry stumble towards lup to free her from her bonds. they embrace and barry blushes at something she whispers in his ear.

beaten by a total nerd, what a way to go.