Lars X Pastel goth!Reader

                                    

                                          
Being goth was easy for someone like Lars... What wasn't easy... Was being a necromancer plagued by the souls of the dead begging to be brought back, to see their loved ones... Talk to them... It lead to countless sleepless nights... 
Until he met you... Y/N Y/L/N... 
You silenced the voices... Calmed his mind... You were so much like him... And yet... Brighter... Hair your favorite pastel color and yet your soul as black as his... 
Without ever realizing it... He fell... And he fell hard... Literally... He tripped and fell on his face right at your feet. His take away food slipping from his hands. 
Looking down at the black haired, pale man in front of you with concern. He looked exhausted, and wasn't getting up... 
"Uhm... Sir?" you lightly tapped his hand "Are you dead?" you asked curiously "If you are, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to kill you" the strange boy raised his head to look up at you with a frown "How would you kill me?" 
You shrugged slightly "It happens around me... The living... Doesn't continue living" you said blinking at him innocently. He stared at you from underneath a dark fringe, dark eyes watching you curiously and cluelessly. 
Finally he managed to get out a rather dumb "What" in confusion. You gnawed on your lower lip subconsciously, removing the dark lipstick covering your... Distracting lips... "I can't really explain how it works... My parents call me cursed... Well... Called" you said, a vague look glossing over your eyes for a moment before shaking your head to clear away the thoughts.
"Well... Sometimes the unliving become living around me..." he mumbled softly. He watched as your eyes widened in delight "Oh really? That must be helpful when it comes to pets"
He sat up on his knees and pressed his lips "Not really... I Mean... It's okay for a while but... The... Uh... The unliving becoming living again... They... Uh... Don't come back... The same..." he said looking at his knees.
You reached to him and then stopped, hesitating "I'm sorry... I... Didn't know" you said gently. He shrugged and offered you a ghost of a smile as he reached to pick up the plastic takeaway container with his food inside "Its alright. Are you new in town?" he asked getting up and offering his hand to help you up.
You didn't take it...
"No... I'm just passing though... I'm cursed remember? I can't stay in one place for a very long time" you said softly. He pressed his lips "Well... Why don't you have dinner with me? I don't live in town anymore... So you should be safe..."
You really, really wanted to, to get to know someone... To have company and a proper conversation... You were lonely and your very soul called out... Begging you to accept... But fear made your smile melt away... 
"I'm sorry... I wish I could... But I don't want to hurt you" he pressed his lips and reached up to brush his hair back, probably as some sort of nervous gesture or a habit he picked up from somewhere... He truly was gorgeous... A kind face plagued with exhaustion and deep sorrow... Much like your own... 
"I... I understand... Thank you though" 
He met your confused gaze and a vague pink blush dusted his cheeks and ears "Its... You... You calm the voices of those who aren't a part of this world anymore" he explained softly. 
Your teeth sunk into your already bruised lower lip again as your mind and heart argued... Part of you wanted to help... Wanted to calm the voices... But another part reminded you in vivid detail that... Your presence, was not a helpful one... 
Your hands found themselves locking together tightly, trying to hold yourself together between the tug of war slowly ripping you apart. Lars bit his lip and wrapped you in a slight hug "Please don't cry... I don't like it when people cry" he whispered doing his best to try and make you feel better... 
Your heart stopped as you realized he was touching you... He was touching you...
Immediately you pulled back in a panic, stumbling and staring at him in panic before rushing from the store. Lars cursed and set his food down to chase after you. 
Ducking and dodging past people on the side walk before slipping into an alleyway. You couldn't control your tears as your mind filled with images of the attractive dark haired boy passed on from. 
Dark eyes... Glazed over and empty. 
Skin, cold and grey... 
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I'm... I'm sorry" you sobbed quietly, face burried in your hands, knees, pulled to your chest "Miss? Are you okay?" Lars' voice reached your ears and a gentle, warm hand wrapped around your wrist. 
"No! Don't! Don't touch me! You'll... You'll die... You'll... Please..." you sobbed quietly, pulling back from the soft hand immediately "No no... It's okay... See its okay, look at me" Lars whispered, his voice gentle and calm "I'm right here... You didn't hurt me" he assured as you looked up at him.
Your body shook with quiet sobs as you reached to him before pulling your hand back, he immediately noticed and took your hand "See? I'm here..." he whispered pressing your fingers against his neck over his pulse point. His heart thumping gently against your finger tips... 
Quiet... 
Calm... 
Alive 
He was there.
"what's your name?" he asked gently as he held your hand against his pulse. Swallowing thickly you managed to whisper out your name "Y/N... That's a beautiful name... My name is Lars..." 
"Lars..." you whispered back, earning a soft nod "That's me... The resident necromancer... Bringing the dead back to life... Sometimes... Unfortunately that means that death doesn't touch me... Even if Death themself has their fingers on my heartbeat" he said with a soft smile "Though Death is much prettier than I could've fathomed... Warm and kind"
A deep blush covered your cheeks at his sweet little smile and gentle words "Now... Why don't we a nice... Microwaved dinner... And get to know each other?" 
"Microwaved dinners aren't nice" you reminded with a slight smile, a soft tease laced under the words... Lars pouted slightly at that "Yeah well I can't cook for the life of me" 
You gave a small shrug "I can... Make a pretty good pasta" you offered softly, Lars nodded and gently pulled you up "Pasta and chicken nuggets it is" he said with a soft smile... 
That was the first day your existence wasn't called cursed... The first day... You touched someone who didn't immediately pass on... 
Lars showed you love and you... You gave him silence and peace... 
You didn't know how the image of life and death got switched... His existence, Life, dark and beautiful... 
Your existence, Death, pastel and soft and gentle... 




Author's note
I kinda feel more alive today... I mean... I've been questioning things about myself and my gender and uptil yesterday I had shoulder length hair... I decided to cut it last night... Now it's so short the only parts hanging in my face is the ever present fringe that never leaves and I... Feel alive... For the first time in ages... I feel... At home in my skin... Sorry for rambling on... But I wanted to talk about it... 
Anyway... 
I loved writing this... I hope you like it and remember to leave a vote! 
Bye!!