Corpse Bride Emily x Male Reader

Chapter 6 Together in life and death

With slow and dreadful footsteps, a sense of overwhelming fear enveloping him, (Y/n) walked along the snowy streets, heading back to his home. Opening the door with a creak sounding off, he looked down at the floor, little specks of blood from this morning dried up on the ground. He couldn't fathom what was just discovered, what was to await his future.

Death.

Opening his armoire, (Y/n) takes his winter coat that resided within, equipping it so that the cold won't be as brutal towards his skin any longer. He already was a dead man walking, yet he wanted to be comfortable and warm until his demise was at hand. 

Exiting his home once more and with his coat now worn by him, he was ready to head down to the forest, to inform Emily of the grim news he had just been burdened with. Tuberculosis was his fate and his new chapter in life, a painful one at that. He would hope to find comfort in Emily, who could perhaps let him know how death truly is and if his fear should be expected, or just to accept his soon to be death.

Meanwhile in the forest, the snowflakes coated the trees and the dirt in a blanket of white, making the forest seem more alive than before. It's dull gray and worn out brown colors now brightened by this white beauty of snow. Emily sat there on the same fallen tree she and (Y/n) would sit on usually when they converse, and her excitement was obviously visible. 

Emily, ever since last night's kiss, had a smile present on her lips, her heart, though beating no longer, felt alive for once since her murder. As the snow fell upon the trees and dirt, it also landed on her, her faded white wedding dress lighting up from the snowflakes that rested on her. She eagerly awaited (Y/n), excited to see what this new day of their love would bring. 

In the distance, much more easier to see with the snow and it being near noon, was (Y/n) walking, slowly towards Emily. Emily stood up quickly, the snow that was resting on her dress trickling off her, returning her faded white dress from it's temporary brightness back to it's dull worn out white color. She wasted no time and levitated towards (Y/n), meeting him halfway but stopped abruptly when she got to see him up close. His skin was pale, nearly as pale as the snow that coated the forest, his eyes were red near the corners making him look dreary and terribly ill, and being closer to him, she could hear his breathing much more clearer, and it sounded like a laborious task for him, it sounding raspy and slow. 

Emily: "(Y/n)... you look ill, are you alright?"

(Y/n): "Oh, Emily... I-"

Before even being able to finish, the tuberculosis made it's presence known, for (Y/n) started coughing violently, away from Emily's direction as he used his winter jacket's sleeve to mask it. Emily saw this display and felt awful, immediately taking (Y/n)'s arm and leading him to their fallen tree they both sit on, helping him sit down slowly and gently as to not cause any more undue harm or damage to his health. (Y/n) kept coughing, until after a few seconds it seemed to have dissipated, making him remove his mouth from his sleeve to see it now coated in his blood. Emily looks down and sees the blood that now covers his sleeve, making her cover her mouth, her eyes opening wide.

Emily: "W-what's wrong?!"

(Y/n): "Emily... I'm... I have.... I have tuberculosis..."

Silence befell Emily, the very illness that destroyed her ex fiance that murdered her has now captured her love. She wanted to scream in anger and pain, but she withheld her frustration and simply and assuredly placed her hand upon (Y/n)'s lap, comforting him in this time of dire news.

(Y/n) felt her soft and skeletal touch and despite gathering the news that he was to perish, he knew that coming here to Emily was the best idea and choice to do, for her simple touch made him smile for the first time since last night. This whole day has been a nightmare, yet when next to Emily, an undead bride to be who despite his first impressions of her, has captured his heart and his affection in such a short amount of time. (Y/n) chuckled a bit at the idea that he was running away from her at first and now in less than 24 hours ago, he already shared a romantic display of a kiss with her, and now it all seemed like his tenure with her would come to a conclusion for he was to die.