Pull From Death
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Death was simple. Death was equal. Death was an inescapable constant, and that kept order in an otherwise chaotic universe. Everyone had their time, and Death always knew when to show up and deliver. It was a simple job, an orderly job, and Death knew how to do it.
But sometimes, Fate intervened.
Foreword
I was given the prompt "fluffy OTP fic from Death's POV, you choose the OTP" so the OTP is BangHim
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