#reaper ash x fem reader

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

hi ! i’ve never actually requested before, so i apologize if i’m doing this incorrectly 😭 i saw that you were asking for tbosbas asks and i’m starving for content atm lmao. anyway, i was wondering if you could write some fluff headcanons for sejanus plinth and reaper ash (separate) with a fem! reader (romantic is preferred, and gn is okay as well if you’re more comfortable with it) ! i’m sorry again if i did this wrong, but i love your writing and you seem so sweet so i wanted to give it a try !!

Thank you so much! And yes, you did ask in the correct place!

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Reader x Reaper Ash (separate, romantic/fluff headcanons)

Mention of the public hangings in Reapers part

Sejanus Plinth:

He understands love and knows how to express it, he just didn't expect it to be so difficult. Like, why is Sejanus so scared to give you a note to go out with him? Why is he so nervous when he needs to talk to you? Why can't he just be smooth and not scared shitless?

Whenever Ma makes sweets, he'll give them to you as a gift. No matter the treat, if you like it, it's yours. Ma likes it since she doesn't have to worry about fridge and cabinet space and she can bake as much as she wants

If you're from one of the districts like he was, Sejanus will want to learn about your district or reminisce about District Two (if you share a district)

If you're from the Capital, he'll tell you about what life was like for the brief time he was in District Two. He’ll even ask Ma about Two just to tell you more

When Strabo eventually finds out, it's a very awkward talk. If you're from the Capital, he'll ask if you're from a wealthy family. Generally, Strabo will be calmer about it. If you're from a district, it's far worse. Strabo thinks it's an act from Sejanus wanting to stay district or keep part of it with him.

Nervous when he started going out with you. Sejanus had the worst anxiety the entire time. What if he tripped and embarrassed himself? What if he choked on food at a diner?

He constantly asks to do basic couple things. Sejanus asks to hold hands even years into the relationship when it's normal to not constantly need to ask anymore. But he does it because he's still nervous, you're still the prettiest girl he's ever seen and he will forever always be shy around you.

Reaper Ash:

FINALLY, someone talks about him omg

You're extremely lucky to be able to date him since he doesn't go out of his way to get a lover

Even then, he is the sweetest man in the world, especially in relationships. Treats you very well and forever will

Since you both live in District Eleven, one of the poorest districts, there isn't much that goes around. But even then, Reaper constantly saves up for a potential wedding. He's never gonna tell you where the money’s going. “It's going to be for a good cause for us.” Reaper constantly says, never evaluating the matter. But he'll make comments about how your future will go

Reaper wanted to win the Games not only to take on the Capital but to go home and marry you. He's said it many years before, every year before reaping day

“I'll come home and I'll marry you. We'll have a nice wedding and then we’ll live together for the rest of our lives.” Reaper smiled at the idea but looked away from embarrassment. “I hope that doesn't sound too cheesy.”

He takes his values very seriously and it affects how he sees you too. If you're sympathetic towards the Capital, you wouldn't be in a relationship in the first place. Simple as that

Reaper has a habit of going to you whenever he gets upset throughout the day. Another public hanging, he's going to you to rant. He rants about everything. He goes on about the cruelty of the Capital and how the districts are still the animals but don't kill Capital children every year

If he got the moment to talk to you before he was on the train, he would have asked for you to never watch his games. It wasn't normal to be that violent and didn't want to have your views of him altered by the violence he would need to attain to win

Every year, just before the reaping ceremony, he kisses you. He gives you a simple goodbye if he's ever reaped but it means a lot. At least there's someone in District Eleven rooting for him to come home.

#ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #tbosas x reader #reaper ash #reaper ash x reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n #x female reader #reaper ash x female reader #reaper ash tbosas #sejanus plinth #sejanus #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x fem reader #reaper ash x fem reader #romantic #romantic headcanons #tbosas movie #tbosas fanfic #thg prequel #thg x reader #fanfic

[cyberrgirlsblog]

new idea for my reaper ash x reader and a sligth marcus x reader in there maybe some more idk yet fic,its gonna have religious themes a timeskip, and a shit ton of angst, idk how to allow comments

also i havent forgotten abt my other fic dw

#marcus x reader #coriolanus snow #dukeshelby #duke shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinder headcanon #euphoria #ashtray #peaky blinders #john shelby #polly gray #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #reaper ash x reader #reaper ash x fem reader #tbosas x reader #reaper ash #lamina #tigris snow #wovey #tbosbas #thg series

[coryosbaby]

—𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓣𝓸 𝓓𝓲𝓮

reaper ash x fem! victor! reader

synopsis: finding comfort in the arms of another.

content warning . angst, loss of virginity, nsfw

Having an ally in this inescapable game of life and death is never something you expected— but life seems to always surprise you.

When you’re reaped into the games you lock eyes with him the moment your name is called— he’s right across from you, after all, sporting a hat and a dark blue shirt. You see the look on his face, the anger in his eyes. And then his name is called, too. And that anger still stays, even more fiery this time. You both approach the stage. They announce your names. You’re both sent off.

And from then on, it’s you and Reaper.

—

When you’re thrown into the train, he takes a seat beside you. Bats fly in, much to your horror, and Reaper hits them off of you— every. single. one.

—

When they dump you out both in that cage, after a long days worth of shitty, dehumanizing news interviews, the sun goes down and it’s night. No one is awake, and the relief you feel from that should be all you need. But the fear of the dark plagues you so intensely that your breathing becomes heavy and tears start to stream down your cheeks. You hold your head in your hands before you feel a presence beside you.

He doesn’t say anything, at first. He sits there comfortably, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to sit beside you in this rotted cage. You sniffle, looking up to him. He avoids your gaze.

“I’m afraid of the dark, too.” He says, and it comforts you to know that you aren’t alone.

“Really?” You ask, wiping your eyes.

He doesn’t reply to you. He merely sets his hat down beside him, rests on an old rubbery tire behind the two of you, and closes his eyes.

—

When you’re both in the games, right before the countdown, Reaper speaks to you again.

“Don’t trust anyone here,” he warns you. “And stay close to me.”

You do. And you feel incredibly guilty that you can’t be of much help. But it doesn’t matter, not really.

You find a place to hide out. It’s dark, it’s damp, it’s scary. But it’s safe from the other tributes. You know neither of you can wait this out forever. You know one or the other has to die, or maybe both. But you stay there.

—

It starts as a way to keep warm.

Hours in, the dank room becomes cold. Your dress holds no real protection against the draft flowing into the room, and you shiver. Reaper’s hands ghost over your shoulder, and you jump. He looks at you tiredly.

“If we move close, we can keep warm.” He suggests, and he’s clever for that. So you move towards him, laying down on the hard concrete, your back facing him, and he wraps you in his big arms. His breath fans against your neck, a small sigh leaving him as he presses his hips against you. You feel the comforting lull of sleep.

Things escalate, after that.

With the comforting lull of sleep comes comfort itself. And when one is comforted, one may crave the touch of another. Reaper’s hips are touching you again, but this time they’re moving. He’s hard in his pants, pressing himself up against your ass. You wake with a start when he groans low and throaty in your ear, and your hand moves to slap his shoulder to awaken him.

“Reaper,” you whisper to him, so quiet you don’t even hear yourself. But somehow, he does. His eyes flutter open, looking around now alarmed and worried of a possible intruder. But you just shush him, and tell him that it’s okay. He looks at you then, feeling the way his own body has reacted against his own accord. His gaze turns heavy, and he watches you on lifted elbows as your eyes dart to his crotch.

It’s not intentional.

Really, it’s not. It’s not intentional when your lips land on his, it’s not intentional when his hands grab your arms and guide you into his lap. It’s not.

But it happens. His hands run along the small of your back and then they feel up your chest. It’s too cold to take all of your clothes off, so you don’t.

But kissing him now, you’re starting to feel quite warm.

Your dress is lifted, your underwear pulled down to your ankles, and Reaper is prodding at your entrance with a gentleness that you don’t expect from him. He’s big, something you’re not against but this is your first time so it’s intimidating. It hurts for a moment, with no lubrication except for your wetness, a grating, burning sensation that you really didn’t prepare for. But after a moment, a moment of his hands holding your hips down, a moment of his cock sitting inside your gummy walls, you begin to want more. Your hips slide, your cunt growing wetter than before and his cockhead grazing a spot inside you that feels oh so delicious. You throw your head back, whining out his name with sweetness on your tongue. His hand covers your mouth, shushing.

“You’ll wake them,” he says. “Be a good girl. Be quiet f’me.”

And you can’t help but quiver at that, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his scent. It’s sweat and musk now, but you can still catch a hint of soap and for a moment you’re almost back home. His fingers grip your ass cheeks and he gains leverage underneath you so he can begin to fuck up into you even more harsh. Tears well in your eyes, and he breathes shakily when he sees it.

“Don’t cry,” he mutters soothingly. “It’s all gonna be okay. Just hold onto me.”

You both know that isn’t true, but it’s better to not think about that right now. You hold onto him tighter, cry into his shoulder even though he told you not to. His fingers move down and he rubs small circles into your swollen bundle of nerves, making your legs shake and electric sparks shoot up your spine as you cum. You let out a strangled gasp when it happens, all breathy and sweet. Reaper shutters against you, his balls drawing up tight, and he spills thick ropes inside of you and holds you down onto him to take every last drop. When he rides out those waves of pleasure, he still keeps himself inside. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and grips the fabric of your dress in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” He says to you, and you know what he means.

You lay there with him after that, looking up at the cracked and moldy ceiling. He lets you wrap your legs around his waist and rest on top of him. Your exhausted body forms bruises and your cunt drips with his release as you sleep, but it doesn’t matter— none of it does. You’ll both be dead by morning.

#reaper ash #reaper ash x reader #reaper ash x fem! reader #reaper ash smut #reaper tbosas fanfic #reaper tbosas #reaper ash fanfic #thg #the hunger games #hunger games #the hunger games fanfic #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songs and snakes fanfic

[itsbuckytm]

Masterlist - Hunger Games Stories

I finally was able to make a Masterlist of my stories for our love of The Hunger Games series especially TBSOAS here is a few that I have written for thus far. XOXO'

Reaper Ash:

Love and Temptations

Treech:

Capitol's Love Birds

Sejanus Plinth:

Lost Souls

Coriolanus Snow:

Distraction

Jealousy

Little Bird

Envy and Passion PT. 1

Envy and Passion PT. 2

Coriolanus Snow ft. Sejanus Plinth :

Cherry Red

Coriolanus Snow ft. Treech :

A Lumberjack's Love Story

#masterlist #tbosas fanfic #tbosas x reader #coriolanus snow imagiens #coriolanus snow x reader #reaper ash fanfic #reaper ash x fem!reader #reaper ash smut #sejanus plinth #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus imagines #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow imagines #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #treech tbosas #x reader #tbosas #the hunger games #hunger games x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you

[strawb3rrystar]

Sweet tooth.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Festus Creed, Treech, Reaper Ash, Tanner, Jessup Diggs x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Oral (F! Receiving), Manhandling, Teasing, Spanking, Fingering, Overstimulation, Face riding

Word count: 380

✰Masterlist

✰Coriolanus Snow whose nose rubs against your clit as he eats you out like a starved man. Holding your hips down so you don't squirm. Whose cock drools as you pull on his hair, rutting his hips into the bed, waiting to stuff your cunt full.

✰Sejanus Plinth who takes his time with you. Kissing up your thighs and teasing your clit. He loves it when you push his head down, needy for his tongue to fill you. But he's ever so sweet, helping you cum with wanting anything in return.

✰Festus Creed who has you face down, ass up. Teasing your hole until you're crying, your weepy little cunt so desperate for his mouth. He'll spank you if you whine too much. Sometimes if you're too noisy for his liking, he'll edge you and then ruin your orgasm, or he'll use your mouth to get off while you don't get anything.

✰Treech who has his eyes on you while he snacks on your sweet pussy. He wants to watch every movement you make, the way your body twitches and your chest heaves as you cum. He wants to hear you try and hold back your moans, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

✰Reaper Ash whose so gentle and caring with you. Sucking on your puffy clit while his fingers circle your needy hole. He slips his fingers into your pussy, enjoying the wet tightness of your walls. He loves it when you moan his name so sweetly, your loving boyfriend the only person on your mind.

✰Tanner whose addicted to your sweet taste. Who wakes you up with his head between your plush thighs. Dragging an orgasm from you before heading off to the slaughterhouse for the day. Who drinks up your juices as you meekly tremble from overstimulation.

✰Jessup Diggs who wants you to ride his face. If you're too shy to put your body weight on him, he'll grab your hips and pull your body down himself. Helping keep you up right as your thighs tremble from how good his tongue makes you feel. He loves that when you start to approach your release you can only focus on that. Rutting your pussy on his face until you're cumming, leaving him with a smile and a mouth covered in slick.

Star's notes -> All of my favorite Ballad boys (Not you Coriolanus)

(Requests are open!)

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[acradelius]

hellooo so i had a nsfw scenario in mind with moira, sombra, and ashe (separate) x fem reader.

how they would react to reader pretending she was going to give them oral, only to pick something off the ground instead?

"Oo, What's This?~"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairings: Moira O'Deorain x F!Reader, Sombra (Olivia Colomar) x F!Reader, Ashe "Calamity" x F!Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Cunninglingus, Lesbianism, Fingering, Nickname Usage, Comedic Endings, Gabriel's Nude Photos

Word Count: 769 Words

Author's Note: I can only imagine what these (Y/N)s would also be finding

[ MOIRA ]

Moira, for once, is unsure on how she feels about the situation that just happened. Here she was intoxicated, laying back on the bed with her legs spread out to reveal to her girlfriend, (Y/N), that she was rubbing her clit. Giving or receiving cunninglingus has become a part of her and her girlfriend’s routine, and after many times of being the one giving the cunninglingus, she decided it was about time that (Y/N) was to return the favor. She giggles softly, enjoying the way that her girlfriend on her knees in front of her eyes her now soaked cunt, teasingly dipping a finger into her pussy once or twice, eyeing (Y/N) as she leans forward. Yet, she then becomes confused by (Y/N) whenever her eyes widen and a grin makes way to her lips, then disappears out of view for a few moments. “Darling, are you okay down there? I know that it’s been awhile, so the experience can be a little overwhelming~” What she didn’t expect was for (Y/N) to jump back up from her disappeared position, plopping herself onto the bed between Moira’s thighs with a tube that had been filled with a glittering purple slime, little moon and sun charms in it as well. “Look, Moira! It’s that slime that we made a couple of weeks ago! I’ve been wondering where it has gone!” Moira starts chuckling, watching as her girlfriend takes the slime out of the tube and starts playing with it. “Well, you better enjoy your newfound fun, because here in a moment you have to get back to eating out my cunt~”

[ SOMBRA ]

Olivia is absolutely cracking up, laughing so hard that she believes that she might possibly be dying, but it’s more at what (Y/N) has happened to find rather than the fact that she decided to momentarily delay eating out Olivia. It started with some all day teasing, both the girls being quite aroused by the time they had some time to themselves. They both decide that either bedroom of theirs is too much of a trip just to indulge in each other, so what do they do? Head into the nearest bedroom, which happened to be the room of the one and only Reaper, or Gabriel Reyes. “Better make this quick, caja~ Before Mr. Grumpy comes back and gripes about us fornicating in his personal space again~” Olivia says, watching as (Y/N) quickly strips out of her clothes and then pulls Olivia to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs open. “Oh, my god!” (Y/N) quickly yells out, letting go of Olivia before disappearing from view, the sound of shuffling and some grunting happening before (Y/N) pops back up into view again, holding up some polaroid pictures in her hand. “Gabriel has nudes!” Predetermined cunninglingus turns into the two women lounging on the bed, giggling up a storm at the polaroid pictures of a nude Gabriel, the pictures obviously having been for a significant other or past lover due to how lewd the pictures were. Either way, it’s more about the bonding in the relationship more than it is about the sex, right? 

[ ASHE ]

Overall, Ashe is quite amused, but yet not surprised about how the situation goes, considering that this isn’t the first time that it has happened. A successful heist, two women still thriving on the remaining adrenaline and now an unaccounted amount of booze in their system, leads to the two entangling themselves within each other. Ashe knows that (Y/N) knows what she wants, seeing that she makes it visibly clear by the word leaving her mouth on how she wants (Y/N) to devour her cunt until the sun comes up, and her thumb brushing against her clit as Ashe thrusts her fingers into her soaked cunt. Her free hand is entangled within (Y/N)’s hair, bringing her closer to her cunt before letting out a whining noise at (Y/N) escaping her hold and disappearing out of sight. “Honey, I’m sure whateva’ thing is down there can wait till later~ I need ya right now~'' What she didn’t expect was for (Y/N) to make her way back into appearance clutching what seemed to be a Pachimari plush toy, but it had been customized to resemble BOB. “Really, babe?~ You’ll get one of BOB, but yet won’t get one of me?~” Soft laughter leaves both the women, Ashe once again going to grip (Y/N)’s hair. “How ‘bout we have our fun first, then we go get one of ya?~”

#moira o'deorain #overwatch moira #olivia colomar #sombra overwatch #elizabeth caledonia ashe #ashe overwatch #x female reader #lemon rating #requests?! thank you<3

[gaycragula]

REQUEST INFO

Requests are currently: OPEN Masterlist

| Fandoms and the characters I will write for:

Overwatch

Ashe

Ana

Baptiste

Bastion

Brigitte

Cassidy

Doomfist

D.Va

Echo

Genji

Hanzo

Junker Queen

Junkrat

Kiriko

Lucio

Mei

Mercy

Pharah (Platonic)

Ramattra

Reaper

Reinhardt

Roadhog

Sigma

Sojourn

Soldier: 76

Sombra

Symmetra

Tracer (Platonic)

Widowmaker

Zarya

Zenyatta

Assassin’s Creed

Alexios

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Bayek of Siwa

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

Edward Kenway

Haytham Kenway

Classic Horror Movies

Jason Vorhees

Michael Myers

Ghostface (Billy and/or Stu)

Ash Williams

Leatherface

Team Fortress 2

Scout

Sniper

Medic

Spy

Soldier

Heavy

Pyro

Engineer

Demoman

Arcane

Vander

Jinx/Powder (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)

Vi (Platonic/Paternal)

Caitlyn (Platonic)

Silco

Jayce

Viktor

Ekko (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)

Marcus

Surf’s Up (2007) 

Cody Maverick

Chicken Joe

Geek (Big Z)

Tank

Lani

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccup

Astrid

Stoick

Honestly I'll probably write for anyone if requested

| What I write:

Character x Male!Reader

Character x GN!Reader

Character x Nonbinary!Reader

Character x (above)Reader x Character

| Things I will write:

Smut

Fluff

Poly Relationships

Trans!Male Readers/Characters

| Things I will NOT write:

Fem aligned (x reader wise)

SA/Non-con

Scat kink

Foot fetish

Pregnancy

Yandere

If you have any questions about a certain kink/fetish or trope, feel free to ask! Again, I can’t say for sure I will be comfortable writing certain asks and I would like to keep the ability to deny anything if it makes me uncomfortable. 

#assassins creed odyssey #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed #x male reader #male reader #gn reader #overwatch #horror movies #team fortress 2 #poly relationship #smut #fluff #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane x male reader #surf's up #surf's up 2007 #jacob frye #evie frye #alexios #bayek of siwa #connor kenway #edward kenway #haytham kenway #Ratonhnhaké:ton

[darling-answers]

Overwatch Masterlist - Darling answers Fanfics.

-Request Are Somewhat Open

- Fanfics with the bold mean NSFW and I would like to ask that any minors who stumble on Please do not interact with them. You may Read the sfw but I politely decline any request that involves nsfw with a minor or if a Minor Ask for it. I do not have a limit on what you may ask of me right now, BUT I generally right Fem! Reader or Gender neutral. If I do not like your request or do not feel it suits or is comfortable with it, I will not write it.

There will be a waiting list where everytime I get a request you request will be added onto the waiting list so you can see when your ask is scheduled to come out! ^_^

Here is My request List! This will help you find out what I’m writing at the moment!

HERE IS MY RULES

Ana

- Pharah S/o calls Ana Sexy

- Breaking the bed/Desk during Sex

- Ana with a sick reader ( death)

- fluff alphabet

-( short) touched starved

Ashe

- System Error There is No content

baptiste

- System Error! There is no content!

bastion

- System Error! There is no Content

brigitte

- System Error! There is No content!

Cole Cassidy

- General HeadCannons (10/3/23)

- Breaking the bed/Desk During sex

-Cole Cassidy finding out Reader apart of talon

d.va

- Breaking the bed/Desk During sex

doomfist

- Breaking the Bed/desk During Sex

echo,

- Echo with her creator that a mother figure! (10/3/23)

genji,

- Sister Reader that suffers from Disability (10/4/23)

- Platonic Relationships with a friend who has Chloroskinesis

- Breaking the bed/ Desk during Sex

hanzo,

- sister reader that suffers from Disability (10/4/23)

- Dom Hanzo HeadCanons (10/5/23

- Platonic Relationships with a friend who has Chloroskinesis

Illari

- No content available for creation with Illari.

junkrat,

- Junkrat with a Goth s/o who complete opposite

lucio,

- System Error! There is no Content!

Life Weaver

mei,

-Platonic Relationships with a friend who has Chloroskinesis

mercy,

- Moicy Fanfic! Brainrot ideas!

- Morning Fluff with Angela

moria,

- Moicy fanfic! Brainrot ideas!

- Breaking the bed/desk during Sex

orisa,

- System Error! There is no Content!

pharah,

- Pharah s/o calls Her Mom Sexy

reaper,

-Reaper DomHeadcanons (10/4/23)

- Reaper x shy Reader

- Breaking the bed/Desk during Sex ( 12/12/23)

Reinhardt,

- Breaking the bed/desk during Sex

roadhog,

- System Error! There is no Content!

sigma,

- Breaking the bed during Sex ( does have him but not sex.)

soldier: 76,

- System Error! There is no Content!

sombra,

- Spiderbtye with a overworked reader

- Breaking the bed/desk during Sex

symmetra,

Platonic Friendship with a Friend who has Chloroskinesis

- Breaking the bed/desk during Sex

torbjorn,

- System Error! There is no Content!

tracer,

- System Error! There is no Content!

widowmaker,

- Spiderbtye with a overworked reader

- Breaking the Bed/Desk during Sex

Winston,

- System Error! There is no Content!

wrecking ball,

- System Error! There is no Content!

Zenya

- System Error! There is no Content!

zenyatta.

- System Error! There is no Content!

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch masterlist

[danjo-ao3]

Welcome to my tumblr, have a look around

Here is an overview of my work, everything is posted on ao3, here's the link

Baldur's Gate 3 Soon to be announced Overwatch When Ashes Fall - Reaper/female Reader, Rating: 18+ Word count: 52,215 (in 5 parts) Revelations - Reaper/female Reader, Rating: 18+, Word count: 4,600 Take It To the Edge - Doomfist/female Reader, Rating: 18+ Word count: 8,000 COD Fighting Spirit - Simon “Ghost” Riley/John “Soap” McTavish/fem. Reader, Rating: 18+ Word count: 24,000 (in 4 parts) The Mandalorian Betwixt - Din Djarin x Paz Viszla x fem!Reader, Rating: 18+ Word count: 9,300 (in 2 parts) Red Dead Redemption 2 Horsethief Moon - Arthur Morgan/female Reader, Rating: 18+ Word count: 6,300

#fanfiction #ao3 #cod #overwatch #mandalorian #rdr2

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

there is barley any stuff abt reaper, i was wondering if you can do reaper x fem!reader w just fluff hcs, thank you!! <3

Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?

Reaper Ash x Fem! Crush! Reader Summary: romantic headcanons of Reaper getting a crush on fem! reader Warning: none Word count: 1.1k Author's note: kind of went in a different direction for these headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Reaper wasn't always interested in romance. Love has always been important to him and his life, the affection his family had for him was something he couldn't live without. But romance? Not always on his mind. He had friends that told him girls liked him, which he thought was endearing but wasn't interested in them.

It was mainly because he had better things to think about, at least that's how he puts it. Reaper has to help his family and get his schoolwork done; love wasn't primary.

Not until he met you.

It was some random day in class, it was near the end of the school year. The days had gotten warmer, and it smelled fresher because the frozen rain was finally melting. The teacher had assigned a final project on the importance of their district and the harvest every year. Many of the students were slightly disappointed it hadn't been something more interesting, but they accepted it, nonetheless.

Of course, groups were given, and he was assigned with a girl he hadn't talked to too much in class. You!

With your sudden intrusion in his life, came the odd feelings he started getting. It was odd, the effect you had on him. Each time you spoke, he couldn't hear anything else but you. And you would smile at him, and he wouldn't stop himself from smiling too because that odd feeling would get worse. Or better? Reaper couldn't pinpoint what he felt. But he knew he didn't want it to stop.

Class had ended at some point and Reaper was left with a sadness he hadn't felt, or rather disappointment...? Yeah, disappointment. You were gone and he couldn't spend time with you without seeking you out, which might have freaked you out.

Reaper had a habit of telling his friends about you and it later grew into a common occurrence. He would talk about your smile, your eyes, your voice, your kindness in particular. His friends were happy for him but would fake annoyance when Reaper would go on another tangent about your beauty and kindness. It would just make him justify his wanting for you more.

"I miss her." Reaper would say when you were gone from school, earning a groan from his friends, it having been his third time saying such a thing. You could have been gone because of sickness and he would get sad because he would be able to see you and get that sweet feeling when he would see you.

His friends would poke fun at him whenever you're near, pushing him closer or trying to call you to break the news before he was brave enough for it. Calling your name toward your group of friends, which Reaper knew you were with. Out of embarrassment, he would cover their moves and give them dirty looks for even trying such a thing.

Of course, school isn’t something you have to have every day of the year and it ended in early June. Reaper would spend most of his summer walking from work and through town, hoping he would see you amongst the large population and possibly wave to you.

The harvest months had brought most of (if not all) of District Eleven's teen population together to work, hauling baskets of fruits and vegetables to large carts from their plants. And that meant Reaper saw you again!

It was almost immediately that you started hanging out again. Mostly having been because you both usually took nearby areas to pick the apples. And at some point, you weren't seen without him, and he wasn't seen without you. Who would have thought you would gain a liking for him far beyond just platonic?

It was later in the day, having been four to five thirty PM, the citizens of Eleven were finally allowed to go home. Nearly everyone had left... except you and Reaper. He had stayed back to help you with the basket of apples you had acquired while working.

And when you sat together to rest from the heaviness of the apples, basket on the seat next to you both, a silence overtook you. It was eerie, not a horrific kind, but a kind of two who couldn't understand what to do with a new lover. But you weren't lovers... not yet, Reaper would hope.

Reaper looked down at the grass below his shoes and thought about what to do, his nerves growing as he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. His body slightly relaxed, finally getting to hold your hand, your hands that he had wished to hold for oh so long.

Reaper finally ripped his stare from the ground and to you, hoping you would do the same thing he had wanted to for so long. Your eyes were trained on his hand that held your delicately, as though he would break you if he wasn't careful enough. But you accepted the touch with affection and tightened your grasp.

Your eyes moved from his hand, finally meeting his dark eyes with a sense of hesitance. You looked at Reaper with those eyes he adored, and he couldn't help leaning in slightly, hesitating slightly at the prospect you didn't feel the same. But you leaned in too and closed the gap between you two.

Your lips met his in a soft, warm touch. At the simple, small embrace, Reaper pulled you closer, his free hand having gone to your upper back to hold you closer. His lips stayed against yours, not wanting to pull away too quickly and think you left him disappointed. No, he could never be disappointed or unsatisfied with a kiss from you. Even if you weren't experienced with this form of affection, he wasn't either! You'd just have another thing in common!

He felt his senses heighten from the closeness and the fact he got to kiss a girl he had a thing for for a while. The smell of the apple blossoms having been drowned out by your perfume. The feeling of your soft clothes under the palm of his hand on your back was so much for him.

At some point, you pulled away, whether that was because it felt like too much to continue longer or for breath, it was something you both didn't know the answer to. You looked away from him out of giddiness and not wanting to make it awkward if you stared (as if you didn't just kiss). Reaper did something similar, looking down at the ground, but with great delight.

"You love me?" You asked, breaking the silence. You look up into his dark eyes, which stared back with warmth. Your hands were stilled entwined with his, his hand having tightened out of instinct.

"Was there a reason I shouldn't have?"

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I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long omg, I've had the WORST writers block for so long. This has GOT to be OOC for Reaper but please let me live.

My tbosas masterlist

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[cyberrgirlsblog]

update abt the reaper fic

ok so im changing the mentors up for y/n because of how i want the timeline to play out. im going to be changing her/your mentor from felix to Urban the mentor of teslee. please vote on quotes that would descrie there mentor and tribuite relitionship. trust me they will come into play

listen yall im trying to cook but writers block is hitting hard and i need to rewatch the movie. im so sorry its taking longer than i would have liked.

dw dw tho yall this is main Reaper ash x y/n dw

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[coryosbaby]

will you make a masterlist for all of your fics?

ITS FINALLY HERE !! Get ur vibrator & a bucket of popcorn for this wild ride 😁 It’s probably not everything but it’s most, srry :( some r drabbles, some r not

There will be more to come!

Bunny’s Masterlist ♡

Warning: contains 18+ themes

(read content warnings pls!!)

Scream (Ethan Landry, Chad Meeks Martin, Amber Freeman):

Perv! Sub! Neighbor Ethan with bimbo! Reader (smut)

Camp Counselor! Ethan Landry bending you over a picnic table and fucking you raw (smut)

Sub! Ethan and bimbo! Reader going down on each other <3 (smut)

Fucking stepbrother! Ethan Landry on a camping trip (smut)

Subby himbo Ethan (smut)

Ultraviolence- Stepbrother! Ethan Landry feat. Chad Meeks Martin (not completed yet) (mostly smut w/plot)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sub! Chad meeks Martin only wanting to please you (smut)

Mutual masturbation with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Somnophilia with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Getting caught being with Stepbrother! Ethan Landry (angst)

Lactation kink with Ethan (smut)

Ethan marking you with his cum (smut)

Getting punished by Ethan and Chad (smut)

Service top Chad with sub! Ethan and reader (smut)

Ethan tied up and overstimulated (smut)

Knifeplay with sub! Ethan (smut)

Pegging Ethan (smut)

Chad and bimbo! Reader teaching sub! Ethan how to give head (smut)

Bimbo! Reader using a fleshlight on sub! Ethan (smut)

Sub! Ethan Headcannons (smut)

Dom! Reader with sub! Ethan and brat! Chad (smut)

Helping sub! Ethan relieve stress (smut)

Overstimulating sub! Ethan while riding him (smut)

Blowing Ethan in his knight costume (smut)

Perv! Ethan x bimbo! Reader (smut)

Somnophilia with Stalker! Ethan (smut)

Soft dom! Ethan and soft sex (smut)

Ethan with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut)

Chad and Ethan taking turns with sub! Reader (smut)

Sub! Ethan getting rimmed & pegged (smut)

Knifeplay with Amber Freeman (smut)

“stepbrother I’m stuck” trope with Ethan (smut)

Ethan wearing your underwear <3 (smut)

Dark! Ethan Landry Headcannons (smut)

Vampire! Ethan Landry x Werewolf! Chad Meeks Martin x reader (smut)

Outer Banks (Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Barry)

Obx Porn Links

Dark! Rafe Cameron Headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

Best friend! Rafe taking your virginity (smut)

Sub! Rafe (smut)

Rafe with a crazy reader (mentions of sex)

Rafe brainrot (smut)

Stepbrother! Rafe comforting reader (hinted smut, fluff)

Barry with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut involved)

Gunplay with dom! Barry (smut)

Spiderman! Pope hcs (sfw & nsfw)

Barry kidnapping cameron! Reader (smut)

Dark! Rafe Headcanons (smut + sfw)

Florida Kilos— Rafe Cameron x fem! Best friend! Reader (smut w/ plot)

Part 1

Predator/pray kink with rafe (smut)

stepbro! Rafe fluff :)

Fear Street (Tommy Slater and Nick Goode)

older! Nick Goode + fucking you in his office (smut)

Kissing Tommy for the first time (no smut)

Sweet Serial Killer - Younger! Gf! Nick Goode x reader

Part 1

The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair, Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Reaper Ash)

fucking switch! Finnick in the arena while everyone watches (smut)

Coriolanus with a breeding kink and an escort! reader (smut)

Virgin! Coryo fucking Sejanus’ girl (smut) pt 2.

angsty reaper ash blurb (smut)

Sejanus + size kink blurb (smut)

coryo + jealous reader blurb (smut)

Cowboy! Coriolanus au (smut)

Angst + dark coryo & plinth! Reader (smut)

munch coryo x maid! Reader (smut)

virgin! Coryo blurb (smut)

Sub! Coryo fucking his way up to the top (literally) (smut) pt 2

The Last of Us (Joel Miller)

Somnophilia with dark! dbf! Joel + grinding (smut)

Avatar (Jake Sully)

size kink with Jake (smut)

House of the Dragon (Aegon Targaryen)

sub! Aegon with Aemond’s wife (smut)

Halloween Series (Corey Cunningham)

blurb of giving Corey head <3 (smut)

The Lost Boys (Star)

a cozy night with star <3 (smut)

Spider-Man (Miguel O’Hara)

Miguel taming you (smut)

American Psycho (Patrick Bateman)

Patrick x trad goth! Bimbo! Reader (smut with some complicated feelings)

Saw (Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young)

night terrors and handjobs (smut with angst)

mark coming home to his lover (smut)

Cockwarming with Mark + a threeway with Strahm (smut)

a little psycho! Fem! Reader x Adam blurb (smut)

dom! Adam (smut)

yandere! Mark blurb (smut)

eating out dom! Amanda (smut)

Hayden Christensen (Anakin Skywalker)

spanking with modern! Punk! Anakin (smut)

Insatiable (aka, dbf! Neighbor! Anakin and his many affairs with you) — masterlist (smut with plot)

Dbf Anakin! + flashing + milkshakes = fucking (smut)

Anakin x overwhelmed reader blurb (smut)

Anakin + reader with bad memory (fluff)

Dbf! Anakin + religious reader (smut)

Queen of the Damned (Lestat De Lioncourt)

bath scene with sub! Lestat & reader (smut)

Fnaf (Mike Schmidt)

Mike nsfw headcanons (smut)

small lil Mike x succubus blurb (smut)

#bunny’s masterlist ੈ✩‧₊˚ #masterlist #outer banks #obx #scream #scream 6 #scream iv #ethan landry #Chad meeks Martin #rafe Cameron #barry (outer banks) #p. links

[strawb3rrystar]

Hello pookie! Could you maybe write a Reaper Ash imagine maybe set before the games fem!reader is his gf the two wake up together and just some cute fluff and he goes on a little rant about how much he love she’d and how he’s gonna marry her and they’ll have a family of their own one day. I think we can all see how much of an overgrown teddy bear that boy is.

Hold me until the sun sets.

Paring: Reaper Ash x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None :3

Word count: 319

✰Masterlist

You do a small stretch as your feet hit the cold wooden floor. You glance at your boyfriend, who stands in front of your bedroom window.

"You're up early." You yawn, walking up to him. You place a kiss on his spine, then press your cheek on his back.

"Yeah, I didn't want to wake you." He replies, his shoulders relaxing when he feels your touch.

"Can we go back to bed? I'm cold." You mumble into him, shivering as the cold ran through your body.

"Sure." Reaper answers, picking you up and carrying you back to bed. You snuggle your face into his chest as the covers are brought up around you.

His large hands move up and down your back, warming the fabric of your nighty. "We should get married."

"What?" You question, lifting your head to look at him.

"Like, in the future. We should get married." Reaper responds, cupping your cheek in his hand. "Because I can't think of a future without you.

Your heart warms at his comment, a smile filling your face. "We could own our own little cottage."

"With three kids." He closes his eyes, savoring the thought.

"Three?" You tilt your head playful, watch as he reacts in panic.

"Or two, I'm not picky." He says, making you laugh and smush your face into him again.

"I was joking." You lift your head again "If it's three kids you want, I'll give you three kids."

He gives you a gentle forehead kiss, tucking some hair behind your ear. "I love you."

"I love you more." You reply confidently.

"Sorry, but that's not possible." Reaper says, making your eyebrow raise.

"Oh yeah? Why not?" You ask, a grin spread on your lips.

"Because you can't love me more than I love you. It's impossible, I love you too much." He answers simply.

You laugh, hugging him close. "Okay, you big teddy bear."

Star's notes -> Reaper is my favorite 'big scary guy who's actually just a soft teddy bear'

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[sleepingdeath-light]

Sweet Seduction Filler Chapters so far — 37/40 total chapters claimed:

Dom!Beast x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Hannah x NB!AFAB!Reader

Dagger x Wife!Reader

Undertaker x Grelle’s Brother!Reader

Vincent x Trans Masc!Reader (Breeding/Size Kink)

Claude x Trans Male!Reader

Retired!Joker x Dom!Trans Male!Reader

Grelle x Plus Size!Fem!Reader x Madam Red

William x Demoness!Reader

Switch!Agni x Switch!Fem!Reader x Switch!Soma

Dagger x Fem!Reader x Joker

Madam Red x Shy!Virgin!Fem!Reader

Sub!Agni x Dom!GN!AFAB!Reader

Drossel x Fem!Reader

Sub!Soma x Dom!AMAB!Reader

Dom!Ran Mao x Sub!Fem!Reader

Ronald x Sub!Fem!Reaper!Reader

Finny x Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Ciel x Fem!Reader x Ronald

Soma x Fem!Reader

Ash x Fem!Reader

Baldroy x Male!Reader

Lau x Fem!Reader

Soma x NB!Reader

Agni x Maid!Reader x Soma

Pluto x Fem!Reader

Agni x Male!Reader

Triplets x Fem!Reader

Angela x Noblewoman!Reader

Joker x Fem!Reader

Grelle x Dom!Fem!Reader

William x Jealous!Male!Reader

Ash x Stubborn!Fem!Reader

Agni x Princess!Reader x Sebastian

Undertaker x Wife!Reader

Sub!William x Dom!GN!Reader

Jumbo x Fem!Reader

This list will be updated with every request — so feel free to send them in and check back to see if your idea has been accepted ^^

#sleepingdeath #re: filler chapters #requests open!

[thehistoriangirl]

To Chase a Silhouette [1/3?]

Someone hurt her hand doing basic housekeeping chores, but I’m not going to tell you who I am 🤡 🤡  It isn’t extreme, but I will laid back from writing from around two weeks or so.

But what’s this, then? A fic I didn’t get to finish for the Halloweek event ^^, once again clowning myself too much because it isn’t a oneshot.

Jayce x Viktor x Grim Reaper!Fem!Reader [Noir AU (?)]------8.7K----SFW** (check tags)

Synopsis: Monsters roam free in this city, both in the shadows and in plein daylight. As private detectives, Viktor and Jayce know better than anyone that people are scarier than any monster from the stories. That is, until one day due to a unfinished case, people began to fear a mysterious entity that seems to be a cold-blooded murderer—or perhaps the urban legends are right, and the feared suspect isn’t even human... [Or rather, Reader plays cat-and-mouse with Viktor and Jayce, until there's a new threat they must overcome together if they want to win.]

Tags: I rewatched Hannibal(TM) and it shows| Graphic Descriptions of Violence| Mentions of Blood, Murders, and Firearms | Haunted Buildings| Slight Mention of Religious Themes| Mentions of kidnapping| Jayce and Viktor are private detectives| Established Relationship toward the end (JayVik)| Kind Enemies to Lovers (with Reader)| Slow Burn| Eventual Happy Ending| Missing Person--> they got a lil obsessed about finding them| Summoning Demons & Demons Deals| Murder Mystery| Demon/Human Relationship(s)

  They said you can summon a demon by doing a simple ritual. It was a superstition that expanded wide and long over the city, kids whispering at each other, pocking at their ribs, and challenging to bet who was the bravest; people on the streets buying the required materials with only a slightly arched brow from the cashier on duty.

People said you can make a deal with them and lose your soul in exchange for your wildest dream.  Others, more experienced and greedier, said that it was possible to bound them, assuring eternal suffering after your death, but while alive, the demon would be at your disposal, dangerous and loyal servants, they could make real every wish at the mere movement of your hands.

Jayce didn’t want a servant, but a guide.

The room was dark, with a candle that couldn't illuminate enough space, and it looked as if the shadows were purposefully dimming it. Jayce felt the frenetic rhythm of his breathing as he waited, eyes trying to focus on his figure reflected in the mirror collocated in front of him, rather than the burning candle placed next to his body, its flame static even if his breathing sounded agitated.

Hands seemed all covered in the dark ashes of the paper he had to lit on fire to call you, even if the ashes barely brushed his fingertips.

The window by the left creaked, a ghost wind moved his hair and rising goosebumps over his covered arms, but his eyes remained looking at the mirror, his figure painted alone.

He heard you clicking your tongue behind him.

“Too desperate to try the impossible,” you said, heels clicking on the wooden floor, but stopping at seeing the circle of salt around his seated body. “I’m touched, Detective.”

Do you know me? Jayce wanted to ask, but he stood by the words of the summoning ritual.

He wanted to see you, curiosity drawn into the plain, almost bored tone of your voice that seemed to echo from all the directions in the room except behind, the place you were standing, your stare burning between his shoulder blades. But he remembered the warning: whatever you do, do not look them in the eye unless requested, or they will steal your soul.

You tilted your head, smelling the fear pouring from his body when you leaned against his back, mouth whispering in an airy tone: “Let’s make a deal, shall we?”

“Name your price,” he recited from memory.

Only a flame flicked in the mirror's reflection, twin to the candle, up in the air, where your hand lighted it when you took the burned paper and read his petition out loud.

“I’ll name yours first: To assist you in catching the delinquents hiding in the city. Hmm…” Your silence disturbed him, wriggling his body nervously.

Whatever you do, not turn. Do not look them in the eye. Name your price, and let them name theirs. Bargain. Seal the deal with blood and blow out the candle.

“You’re aware your petition is too much, don’t you?”

“What—what do you mean?”

“You can’t bind me to your job, Detective. You’re not that greedy.” You stepped further, eyes scanning the simple furniture of the room, a board filled with paper scraps and red thread catching your attention. Question marks in them already filled in your mind, for you knew most of the dirty secrets of this avid city. “It may not seem like it, but I have a life, too.”

Jayce scoffed. “What life? Tricking and forcing people to sign contracts in a disadvantaged position?”

You stomped the floor, lightly, tap, tap. The candle followed, the light dying out slowly as much as Jayce tried to protect it with his hands. Part of you didn't know why you were getting angry about his assumptions.

“I don’t make deals, and you know it. You called me specifically.” Your words were sharp and strangely even, no emotions could pour off of them despite the haughty words spilling from your lips:  “You know what I do, that’s why you need my help and not any other cheap, low-status entity, doesn’t it? Do not dare to lie to me, Jayce Talis.”

His hazel eyes widened when his name came out of your mouth as if it were a terrifying curse. “You should have told me you want to know the whereabouts of the Conray family and the real identity of the better known as The Death’s Jailor. It’s a much more concise deal—still bold, but I could have let it slide.”

Back flinching, you saw him fleetingly looking from the corner of his eye, catching the edges of your white suit, dark heeled shoes. The opaque scythe you used as a staff. Smiling slightly, you waited.

“Can it be done?”

You shrugged. “For a fair price.”

He sighed, lowering his head. “Like what?” Play my game, but you can never win.

“Your soul will do, Detective.”

He blinked, his face devoid of color in his reflection. Bargain. Jayce never knew how to do it, much less he would dare to do it with a demon. He could lose the opportunity he had to save those innocent people, to let the murderer roam free in search of a new victim.

"Alright," he breathed. And you chuckled, a sound so human-like that, for a moment, Jayce asked himself how demonic you would look if he'd turned around.

 “Hmm, face me and I don’t take your soul.” It’s lying, do not fall for it. And as if you were reading his mind, you added: “Looking at other entities right in the eyes would madden you, but not me.”

 He stood in his place, fingers shivering. You copied his sigh. 

"The cat went hunting, and he found two little mice, both with gray eyes. Oh, but, I think he's more of a squirrel. Don't you agree, Detective?" Jayce removed uncomfortably; the floor felt suddenly too cold to sit on. "He buries the mice and forgets about them. Your ridiculous human laws would charge him with kidnapping, but not murder, doesn't it? You know it, your rightful, grumpy supervisor does, too. Even I, a simple demon, do." You knelt, fingers brushing the grains of salt of the protective circle. "You don't want to imprison him, do you?"

Your presence was cold as if the air was drained from the room. He began to shake, lips tightened in a wrenched line.

The silence disappointed you.

“The mice are under your nose, Detective. Right under the ground you stand. You’re just too deaf to hear them cry.”

"Stop playing your riddles!" he growled, hands stomping at his sides, disturbing the salt circle when it got imprinted on its fingers, now broken. His face tilted backward, towards you. "Those people are going to die and you're going to let that criminal run free because it's amusing to you? What kind of monster are you?"

Your claws dug into the skin of his shoulders when you grasped them, head dipping next to his. Your cheek was cold, and he shivered. Jayce saw, with utter horror, how his reflection in the mirror disappeared as you claimed his soul in that simple gesture, hearing the low tune of a weeping shadow now snaking around your arms.

Your eyes were completely black, no sclera or iris, only darkness as you loomed over, cold pouring from your skin. A murderous smile greeted him, the black print of a hand could be seen cradling the base of your head, down the back of your neck. "You know what kind of monster I am, a sly one if the city's opinion is any trustworthy."

Jayce, despite the fear clenching his heart, stood his ground. “Tell me where they are.”

“You, police people, revised all the outskirts of the town, finding all the cabins that used to be his recreational villages. Space has run out, so he experimented with the opposite he’d done before. Foolish of him, but luckily for you.”

“Are you saying he put them in the middle of the city?”

You shrugged. “At the heart, yes.”

“But that can’t be, the historical block is always filled with people—”

“Not there where ghosts roam.”

Jayce’s eyes swept the room and your features, his furrow deepening. “The construction site in the city’s old district?”

A vulturine smile adorned the eerie features of your empty gaze that nevertheless was piercing him over your tight grasp. “You better hurry, or your mice would get trapped under meters of rubble when the building over their heads gets demolished.”

He squinted his eyes. “And who is the culprit?”

You chuckled. "You want it all, don't you? Ask yourself who is the owner. The man is both worshiped and loathed for renewing the city. A very powerful one, I might say. The ground you walk over belongs to him."

His eyes widened. “The entrepren—” Your fingers were cold when you stopped his lips to say the name out loud. A tingling sensation he couldn’t pinpoint, warm flooding him inside out there where your fingers touched his lips.

“Don’t get too excited. There’s a catch, Detective.” You pushed him to sit straight again, face away from his vision, reflection welcomed back in the mirror. “The mice, or the cat. You can’t have both.”

“But—” he retorted, eyes flaring with anger, body turning to glare at you. “You took my soul! It’s a fair price.”

You ignored him. “He’s not yours to chase, Detective. Besides,” you stood out, scythe reappearing on your hand; “I just gave it back.” Chuckling, your skin was dimming, suit becoming more gray than white as you disappeared. “I think it’s more interesting now that you owe a favor.”

Jayce scowled. “I would never do you a favor.” But both knew he was lying.

"We'll see. You should hurry and pick one," your eyes were the only thing in the room that was still visible from your body, and your chuckle made him grasp his hands in fists. "Time's always running short for you."

But even before he could blow the candle—because he wouldn’t, Jayce would freeze the time of your encounter until he was able to get them both, to save them and his justice. Though you already knew what he was about to pick.

“Wait—”

"Goodbye, for now, Jayce Talis."

The room got dark when you blew his candle, ending the summoning. The window cracked when you slid away, moonlight finally flooding inside the bedroom.

Jayce stood up, rubbing his hands against his face, groaning. But time did seem to pass faster, so he took his coat and went sprinting out the entrance door, ready to knock into his supervisor’s house.

*~*~*~*

The construction site was around thirty minutes by car, and Viktor grumbled all the way. Jayce could have supposed it was because he woke him up, but his boss seemed to cut very short his sleep schedule anyway.

“You better hope this isn’t another one of your misleading hunches,” Viktor warned as both entered his car, walkie-talkie filled with interrupted static as he communicated with the nearest police station. “I think you’ll have to go back to the Federal Police.”

Jayce didn't respond, fingers tightly interlaced as the car moved swiftly over the newly paved streets of the suburbs, down into the city's heart. Little houses with porches were replaced with tightly constructed apartment complexes, carbon copies of each other.

It was around 3 AM, but many apartments still got the lights on, yellow beacons over the defective streetlamps.

The old historic block was divided in two, the renewed one, filled with high-end restaurants, luxury stores, and five-star hotels. And then, over the south, was the unfinished section, an old hospital with black gates crowned in the middle among other smaller buildings, many of them abandoned. Thankfully, the thing scheduled to be demolished wasn't the clinic, but rather an old radio station, one of its towers already collapsed, and the metallic corpse of the antenna looked like a monster when the headlights illuminated it.

Both men stepped outside, a night of October chiller than usual, clouds blocking the moonlight. Jayce could hear sirens in the distance, but his instinct told him they needed to hurry. The other radio antenna—smaller but more robust, was crooked at a suspicious angle, looming over the already weakened walls of the construction.

“Alright, here we are. Where your sixth sense tells you they are, Detective Talis?” Viktor didn’t sound convinced.

He buried the little mice. Why did your voice sound so close? As if you were whispering in his ear.

“In the basement.”

His supervisor arched a brow, golden eyes twinkling slightly. "May I ask how you know the station has a basement, hmm?" Jayce shrugged. He wasn't going to tell the truth. "It sounds like an illegal exploration trip to me."

Perhaps, but not made for Jayce.

“Come on,” Jayce urged, grasping the gun over his thigh. He ignored his shivery voice as, with the other hand, he lit on a flashlight. Viktor sighed, cane clicking rhythmically as he followed him.

Inside there were only ruins, but over the creaked paved floor there were visible footprints, a dragging pattern over the dust and spiderwebs. Over the main hall, they ignored the stairs dipped in shadows, and instead went left, taking the stairs down the basement.

Jayce was careful not to let Viktor trip over anything, and Viktor was way too confused to notice the fleeting shadow sliding from the basement into the stairs landing, up to the speaker's cabin.

Wood creaked when you passed into your ghostly form next to them, Jayce shivering as Viktor looked around with a deep furrow.

"Is there an airflow near us?" he asked because it was highly improbable. Jayce swallowed, slowly shaking his head.

The basement was unnaturally filled with old furniture in one corner, mostly smashed and broken. Darkness deep and silence so thin, as if someone were holding their breath. The doors aligned to the right were all closed, but those footprints continued toward the last one.

“Hello?” Jayce said, and Viktor nudged him. But he knew the culprit wasn’t here, you told him so. “It’s the police, you’re safe now.”

Only their superficial breaths could be heard, until they began to walk towards each door, metallic knobs filled with ash, and strange patterns on the wood.

Then, the calm was broken with a sob.

Jayce and Viktor shared a look before they split, Viktor over the piled-up furniture, and Jayce towards the doors. Between broken wooden planks and metallic seats, Viktor’s flashlight found two pairs of terrorized eyes looking back at him.

He recognized the faces of those missing reports.

“You’re safe now, please come out,” he said, only half-ordered, voice low and as soft as he could say it, awe and curiosity both pouring over his tone.

Talis was right? After all those false alarms regarding the same case weeks ago, Viktor had to accept he grew a little skeptical of the Junior Detective, hiring him only because his social skills were slightly higher than his deduction capability. He needed a partner to run the interviews, anyway.

Until now, that was. His intuition was right, and they both solved the case and saved lives.

When Viktor walked toward the rubble, the younger woman—Gloria Conray, he remembered—looked at him with gray eyes filled with tears.

"Did the woman send you?"

Viktor furrowed. “Who?”

Gloria withdrew over the corner, in a complicated spot Viktor couldn't fit in. Jayce was already next to him, extending one hand toward the woman that was hugging her mother tightly.

“Yeah, she sent us.” Jayce was smiling, but his hazel eyes were hard to read. “Spooky lady, isn’t it?”

Viktor turned to him, but Jayce paid no attention, leaning inside the little cave the women were using as a refuge. Why were they hiding here, and not trying to escape? he thought.

The Conrays were shivering, scratches with dry blood staining both skin and clothes, a clearer path of tears like rivers over their dirty faces.

The way up was slower to keep up with their wobbly legs and panting breath. Both detectives almost didn’t hear the stomps some stories above. The Conrays stopped, eyes widened in terror, and Jayce advanced, taking out his gun.

“He’s here?” One whispered, body curled against the wall. “Please don’t let him imprison us again!” Viktor felt her tugging his coat, and he sent a silent look to Jayce. Go and check, I’ll take care of them.

Jayce nodded, quickly escalating the stairs into the main hall, running towards the right to climb over toward the higher stories. The police cars were just arriving, sirens off to avoid complications, but their lights flooded with a dizzying hue of blues and reds inside the gray building.

He sprinted outside, quickly telling them to search the left of the building and the basement, where his supervisor was with the victims. Jayce pointed to another two cops, signaling to follow him.

The stairs creaked with each step they gave, the building getting colder and darker. The first floor was deserted, all doors closed. One of the cops, barely a couple of years younger than Jayce, shivered when they began to climb again.

“Do you hear that?” he said hurriedly, shaky hands as he held his weapon.

Hear what? He wanted to respond, rather angrily, but the young man was right. It was a slight rattling sound, cut short when a concise, metallic clank interrupted it.

Jayce heard the scream of a woman, followed by a growl that wasn't human.

They stopped in the middle of the second-floor stairs, not recollecting such action. Jayce could hear his heart rushing blood over his ears, hands stiff and cold.

Time seemed to stop and at the same time, it ran so quickly that Jayce felt it sliding between his fingers.

Upside, on the third floor, it could be heard the song of metal unsheathing, followed by a wet scream, rain falling sloppily over the wooden floor.

Only it couldn’t be raining inside.

A fleeting shadow slid down the stairs, raising goosebumps over his covered skin. The cops whimpered, sensation foreign to them.

You can’t have both, Detective, the airflow whispered mockingly.

Jayce blinked, running upstairs. 

The speaker's cabin was lit by an old oil lamp, its flame flickering with each step he gave over the ominous ajar door. He once again encountered the same strange scribbling of geometric signs drawn with a strange ink that looked brown over his flashlight.

Inside, a metallic stench made him gag, wooden panels splattered with deep crimson, dragging marks of mud across the floor.

Jayce stood, frozen at the entrance of such nightmarish sight. Viktor’s voice broke his trance.

"Detective Talis! Why are those police frozen at the stairs?" There was anger in his voice. "What are you doing there just standing?" The inspector nudged him out of the way, taking the landscape with widened eyes. "What happened here?"

Jayce wanted to throw up. “I… I don’t know.” Only that he did, barely.

You happened to this place, but why or how? He didn’t have a clue.

But there was the culprit, wearing the same boots as the footprints. Lying in the middle of the scene, motionless and cold. Near his body was a metallic bowl, the origin of the clanking sound from earlier. Viktor entered the scene, squeezing between Jayce's body and the wooden frame. White chalk covered the entirety of the cabin with scribbles and cryptic forms, salt was surrounding the room, and burned black over the entrance door. The room smelled like burned incense, but there wasn't smoke or ashes in there, though the fingers of the culprit were black.

A paraphernalia of religious items was aligned around a mattress thrown into the dusty floor. Candles half-molten, but all blown. Kneeling, Viktor moved the single pillow over the mattress, finding a couple of crumpled pages filled with prayers and rituals to ward off evil spirits.

“Inspector Talis, look at this.” He was already reading them, but the other man wasn’t moving. “Jayce Talis! Focus.”

Viktor looked at him, the man was gazing at the end of the room, where the oil lamp didn’t seem able to light, shadows cramped in one corner.

“What is that?” His cane clicked against the floor, tap, tap, tap. A single piece of paper glued to the wall, surrounded by what looked like a circle filled with more cryptic letters, Viktor thought, at first sight, it was a pentagram, but he was wrong. In the center, there was a drawing.

The paper was crumpled and burned at the corners, filled with holes from the pair of knives stabbed into the wood and in the paper.

“Who is she?” Viktor asked, but Jayce didn’t respond. Carefully, putting his cane against his left elbow, Viktor took the portrait in his hands, but he couldn’t recognize the face. Sure, she looked a little bit like Gloria Conray, but she wasn’t her, that was clear. “Another victim?”

She wasn’t reported as missing, and the face got a strange sensation, the air hung around it heavily.

Squinting, Viktor looked at the harsh charcoal lines, eyes almost breaking the surface of the paper for the times the culprit remarked them in circular motions. They were so dark, without irises or sclera. The young woman’s lips were slightly curved in a smile, the place where the man stabbed the drawing more times, leaving the unsettling eyes untouched.

Looking at the corpse, Viktor folded the paper and put it inside his coat.

“Let’s call the Forensics Team,” he said to Jayce, who nodded, disappearing from the scene faster than Viktor could blink.

Sweeping the scene one was last time, Viktor peeked over the deceased’s body, seeing a strange bruise over his neck, too big for being a bite, too dark to be a bruise recently made.

This makes no sense, he repeated. The sharp screaming, who was it? Was the woman from the drawing? And if not, who was? And what about all the scribbles? Even for a religious fanatic, it was too much.

But while descending, he stooped, remembering what Gloria said to him minutes ago.

Did the woman send you? And most importantly, Jayce replied yes.

He will ask him, Viktor promised, exiting the building. The air was still and warm, the moon peeking shyly over some clouds. He went over to Jayce, the Constable Inspector, who was talking with the victims in a low voice, his mannerism strangely tied up.

The sound of the gravel over his shoes covered most of the chat, but he still could overhear Jayce asking them about "the woman."

“She came to us and told us you were coming,” Iride Conray, the mother, said. “Very creepy lady, indeed. If you ask us, that is.”

Gloria nodded. “Yes! She broke the lock of the door, too. With a sword, I think? She told us, ‘hide, little mice’. So we did.”

"Did you look at her?" Viktor interrupted, dipping his head to look at them inside one of the police cars. But both shook their heads.

“No. When we opened the door, she was gone.”

Gloria shivered, taking her mother's hand with apprehension. "But she disappeared so quickly! We opened the door and peeked outside just seconds later but… nobody was there." She curled into herself. "We got spooked and hid then. We didn't know what was scarier, if she or that crazy man."

Jayce furrowed. “Why did you say he was crazy? Did he say something to you?”

Gloria curled her lip at him as if kidnapping them and letting them die inside an abandoned basement wouldn't be enough. But Viktor knew why he was asking. It was a rather strange modus operandi, and the sole reason he accepted the case after the Federal Police couldn’t handle it.

“He was looking for someone, someone that looks like me.” Gloria’s grey eyes pierced both men in place. “He told me, ‘You better be that crazy bitch or else—’, before locking us in the basement.”

Viktor tilted his head. “Or else what?”

Gloria shrugged. “I don’t know, he never talked to us after that. Why don’t you go and ask him? I just want to forget this happened.”

Viktor and Jayce shared a look. That wouldn't be possible, the silence of his unfinished threat weighed them both as the blood dripped out of your clothes.

Not that they could know. At least, not yet.

*~*~*~*

It didn't sit well for Jayce to lie, so that same night he tried to tell his boss the truth. But Viktor was too busy talking with the Forensics Team and the Federal Police. His dry and short answers made him aware that his supervisor's social skills were running low, but when he went after him, the Conrays being already driven to a hospital, Viktor only told him:

“Go to rest, Detective Talis. Good job today.” Not mine, but hers.

“You’re going home, too?”

Viktor tilted his head slightly, curving his top lip in a disappointed grimace. “I’m afraid not. I’ll wait until the Forensics Team finishes.”

"I can wait with you if you want." And then I can show you the kind of cheater I am.

Viktor chuckled. “No, no. Someone will have to take over the paperwork in the morning.” He pointed at Jayce’s chest with the handle of his cane. Despite the cold, cloudy night like this, he was finally happy.

Jayce smiled, dipping his shoulders. “Maybe we can celebrate that this case is over tomorrow night?”

“Perhaps, if you’re done with your workload, that is.”

He nodded. “I will. Can you come over to my house?” Viktor’s gaze shot back to Jayce, and he felt himself blushing. “I mean, I have something to… tell you.”

His boss squinted his eyes slightly. “And I suppose you can’t tell me now?”

“I don’t think I can, yeah.” You wouldn’t believe me.

Viktor hummed, considering it. Looking intently at the man next to him, he nodded after some minutes.

“Alright. I’ll be there around 9 PM, does that suit you well?”

“Yes, thank you, Viktor.”

One police car drove Jayce to his house. The first thing he noticed was the light in his bedroom on, even when he was sure to let it off when he went out running to Viktor’s house.

Jayce thanked the cop, cold air hitting his open coat covered in spiderwebs and dust as his heels clicked in the empty road. His sight went back to his apartment, now with the bedroom light off.

Frowning, he made his way up to his home. The door was locked, as he left it. And everything seemed normal, his bedroom door closed.

He took a deep breath, the metal handle burning cold against his bare skin. With a swift movement, Jayce flung it open.

You were laying over his bed, playing with the threads of the pieces of his investigation board between your fingers.

“Wha—”

“It’s good if you want to have a cute date with your handsome boss in your house, but do not try to summon me to bond with him over some supernatural being.”

He felt his cheeks hot, your tone sounded almost offended.

“A private clause wasn’t part of the deal.” You glared at him between his pillows.

“You have the right to tell him about what you did, but it’s on him if he believes you or not. Get me out of this." You sit at the edge, mattress creaking over the sudden movement. Jayce blinked, goosebumps traveling his skin at the unnatural way you seem to shift between positions in a too-fluid manner as if you were made of shadows instead of flesh, blood, and bones like him.

Maybe you weren’t.

“I helped you and I didn’t even take your soul. You owe me this.”

“Then… then are you going to give me all the credit for all that you did?”

Your shoes clicked softly on the wooden floor as you went near him. “Listen, Jayce Talis. You paid a fair price for your deal. It’s your credit now. Did I make myself clear?”

“I didn’t even end up paying the price.” Jayce’s tone dropped, eyes heavy with guilt.

“Maybe not yet, but you will, eventually. Besides, let’s just say it’s a treat for being so selfless. When you’re in this job, those kinds of deals are rather scarce.” You shrugged, cold hand brushing his cheek. “You got lucky I got interested in you.”

Standing back, you looked at his hazel eyes, and nodded. “I’ll see you around, Jayce Talis.”

*~*~*~*

Of course, the dinner was doomed now that Jayce didn't have any good reason to make Viktor drive toward his house, so he canceled it. Instead, with your words still rotating inside his mind, he went towards Viktor’s private office inside the apartment they both fix up to make adequate quarters for their business as private detectives.

Jayce knocked, and after some seconds Viktor replied with a muffled: “Come in.”

It was around afternoon, when the sun began to be orange instead of yellow or white, shutters half-closed so it wouldn't blind Viktor to read into the pile of papers in front of him. His eyes squinted suspiciously when he saw Jayce entering.

“Do you need something, hmm?” He didn’t sound annoyed for having canceled the plans so hurriedly Jayce made last night, first thing after Viktor entered the office.

He was fidgeting with a loose thread over his vest. “I have to tell you something.”

Viktor wasn’t even looking at him. “Alright, tell me.”

"I… I… I didn't know the Jailor's Death whereabouts…" His voice was wavy and thin, Viktor had to lean over his desk to hear him. "I… I got help."

Viktor blinked. “Someone told you, then.” Jayce nodded. “Who was it? Is this person linked to your sudden proposal from yesterday? ”

“Yes?” It wasn’t supposed to sound like a question. “Yes, it is.”

“Then, who was it?”

“I… I can’t tell you that.”

Viktor frowned. “You know you’re sounding extremely suspicious, yes?”

“Viktor—”

“Tell me who they are, Jayce.” His hands patted the pile of documents related to the case. “They can be a valuable testimonial, filled in the blanks.”

“I… I promise her not to—”

"Her?" Viktor interrupted. "A woman? Is she by chance the woman from the drawing?" Jayce felt his stomach drop, and of course, his supervisor noted the new stiff posture of his back. "So she is."

Jayce looked at him, pleading silently for him to stop questioning.

“What’s her name, Jayce?”

“Viktor I can’t…”

“I’m just asking for her name.” Viktor tapped his chin. “Perhaps we could become acquaintances, hmm?”

“I don’t know,” Jayce confessed, embarrassed. You only met twice, and in both Jayce was too stunned and confused to want to ask for your name—would you even have a human name? “I don’t know her name.”

“Don’t lie to me, Jayce.”

“I’m not! I promise I don’t know her name, she never told me.”

Viktor was playing with a pen, rolling between his fingers as he carefully considered the new information. “Where do you meet her, then? No, wait. I think you can’t also tell me that, do you?”

Jayce groaned.

“Did she kill that man, Jayce?” he asked, tone low and eyes piercing him. “That’s why you’re protecting her?”

Jayce didn’t answer, but the silence said enough for him.

“Alright. Thanks for letting me know, Jayce. You may leave now.”

“Viktor, I’m sorry—”

“I’m sure you do. Please fill out the paperwork by the end of the day, yes? Now that we don’t have any event scheduled for tonight, we have plenty of time, don’t you think?”

*~*~*~*

The horrible and mysterious murder of the so-called Death's Jailor plagued the newspapers and the radio stations for months. Illegal explorations went to the old site days before its demolition, taking morbid photographs of the ruins of the splattered cabin, filled with nonsensical scribbles that still filled Jayce and Viktor's desks, under some recent cases, of course.

Though the culprit was influential, his strange demise didn’t bring his family to want to discover the questions surrounding his death. Because the reputation of his last name was damaged, his distant relatives didn’t want to dig under all his crimes, fearing it would be more than they could handle.

In a way, it was.

For Viktor, in more ways than the obvious one.

It wasn’t just the crime, but also the strange link you have with Jayce, or at least, the one you used to have.

Days after the conversation with him, Viktor asked as lightheartedly as possible if Jayce knew something about his mysterious friend, to which he responded with a confused "no". The next day, Jayce looked tired and restless, a sleepless night, he told Viktor.

He didn’t want to push further, so he didn’t ask again.

It wasn’t the only time Jayce couldn’t sleep properly.

The case of the Jailor's Death was closed with hurried conclusions of the Forensics Team, explanations that couldn't hold in court. The culprit committed suicide when he heard the police arriving, using one of the knives he had to stab the drawing glued to the wall as the weapon. An urban legend began to spread then, when reporters slid inside the crumbled walls of the collapsing building and took illegal photographs of the site.

People began to say he was trying to invoke a demon, but the ritual went wrong. Now, the infernal creature was roaming free around the city, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

Viktor knew better, of course. No such thing as demons could exist—but the death, the murder of that man still haunted him. He was a murderer and a kidnapper, around his height, in his mid-thirties at the time, and with around the same build as Jayce. How could someone subdue him so easily? There weren't signs of a fight over his body, only a clean cutting line on his throat.

Perhaps a much more dangerous murderer was walking in the city just as the urban legends said, a human dressed with the flesh of a demon. Or a ghost.

You were nowhere to be found, and Viktor did try all his cards to at least see you walking down the street. All are fruitless, only dead ends could be found.

The woman in the drawing was young, so he asked everywhere in schools, hospitals, bars, and restaurants. Nobody had ever seen you.

If you were new to town, then it would be more complicated, but you never went to the supermarket or around the old city district to buy clothes or any articles, for that matter. Viktor began to enter the abandoned part of the main district, looking at someone sleeping between the ruins of the buildings that after the Jailor's Death demise would be still standing.

He didn’t believe in ghosts, and thus he didn’t find anything in any of the places—except the old hospital, because the gate was too high for him to climb.

Perhaps Jayce lied, perhaps he imagined it.

It didn’t make any sense.

What more are you hiding from me, Jayce?

It was a grim night to think about it, paperwork about a robbery already filled out and properly tucked inside a folder over his desk. Viktor reclined into his seat, looking at the night outside, rain pouring against the opaque glass, illuminated from time to time with bolt of lightning and a deafening thunder that sometimes made the windows’ sill shake.

Jayce was napping over his desk, falling asleep revising the folder over the Death’s Jailor case again. Both tasted glory with the case, the beginning of their ascending career, and now it would chase them with its unfinished seal, perhaps forever.

Silence was ruling over the place when Viktor walked over to the coffee maker, he didn't want to fall asleep just yet, the photograph of the already lost drawing engraved with fire over his closed eyelids every time he blinked.

Who was that woman? Nobody knew. But everyone loved to comment on the possibilities: a lover or the first victim, even the demon or the murderer could be some guesses. People wanted to discover her identity, and a reward was signed by the police to anybody who could bring information about her, only resulting in false alarms and catfishes.

And it wasn’t that the drawing was too abstract to pinpoint somebody, it was quite the contrary. Many leads meet with people resembling her, but then again, eerily so, they didn’t have her eyes—the piercing gaze of the charcoal. The same gaze that Viktor knew couldn’t be real, though their intensity should be so.

He hated those eyes as much as he found himself longing for them. The missing piece of the puzzle, the woman that haunted his dreams. The same face, but flaring with anger as you looked back at him from a transparent surface, like a window. Fists stomping so loudly Viktor was surprised the glass never broke.

Viktor had the original drawing after he asked very politely for it to the Police Lieutenant. But some weeks from now, around six years after the occurrence of the case, the drawing disappeared. It wasn’t in his office, nor in his house when he swore he put it away, even hung on the wall and protected with a wooden frame and a glass.

One day, the darkest night up to now, his window creaked open, and he got a sore throat the next morning because of the chilly air that made him curl inside the covers, next to Jayce. Viktor woke up at the crack of dawn, gray light flooding inside his room, but the first thing that caught his attention was the frame hung on his right wall, empty.

Turning, he saw Jayce sleeping. Moving him slightly, Viktor said: “Jayce, did you open the window last night?”

But his confused eyes blinking towards him was enough of an answer. Why would someone want to steal that drawing?

Anxiety entangled over his stomach since that day, feeling a connection between the action and something. Expectation.

On his way back to his office, the phone rang, startling Jayce, who ran towards it as a second nature. Viktor walked faster towards him, wanting to hear what happened. There weren’t many police units available tonight because they were safeguarding the city’s mayor's birthday party. Maybe that was the reason they got a call.

Jayce went pale over the phone.

"Jayce? Jayce, tell me what's going on. Jayce!" Viktor snatched the phone over his stiff grasp, hearing screaming on the other side.

He recognized the voice.

“Lieutenant? Lieutenant, what happened?”

The man was trying to say something, his voice filled with panic. “Help, help, she’s here— I can hear her. Please come quickly! She knows where I am…” It seemed he was cradling the phone against his clothes. “Call for backup, please someone help me… she came to take me away. Call for backup I told you! This is an order! She… oh God, oh my God, she’s here—”

Thuck. The phone fell, filled with static, and Viktor was screaming the Lieutenant's name, but nothing came from it. Until then, the static was filled with nonsensical pleads.

“Please let me go, I-I didn’t, I didn’t want to do it, please…” Then, nothing. Someone unplugged the line.

Viktor frowned. Nudging Jayce aside to snap him out of the frantic scream of his supervisor.

“Let’s go, Jayce!” Viktor called him, already grabbing Jayce’s walkie-talkie from his belt and calling from units to gather over the Lieutenant’s house.

Over twenty slow, torturing minutes, five police cars parked outside the Lieutenant's house, localized in one of the best zones in the city, a house so big anybody could mistake it for an apartment complex.

All the lights were on, and there, in the last story, a seated figure could be seen next to the window, a figure too still to be human. Or alive, for that matter.

Viktor took Jayce’s hand as he dragged him upstairs, after commanding the rest of the policemen to search the house. Jayce had to smash the entrance door open, and inside there was a stench of burned incense and other plants, smoke disturbing the sight.

“What’s all this…?” Viktor said between coughs, intuition heavy over his stomach. Something was very off, terribly bad.

The hall's floor was flooded with drawings, protective circles, and religious items scattered over the walls, and up the stairs. Smashed mirrors around them, the house quiet.

Viktor put one finger over his lip to indicate Jayce to be as silent as he could be as they climbed the stairs. All hallways were empty and clean, the same scribbles covering every centimeter of the house, except for the last one. Where a fine line cut over the wooden planks, ruining the motifs.

Smoke was thicker here, coming from the third door to the left. Both tried to open it, feeling the knob burning cold, mahogany wood imprinted with a black hand. It wouldn’t surrender.

“Step back, Vik,” Jayce said as he began to kick it, the sound echoing too loudly. After a couple of hits, the wood opened with a wounded creak.

The inside was too foggy to see anything properly, but they stepped inside, stopping when the seated figure made itself clear. It was the Lieutenant, his body kept straight with the phone line tangled around his back and over the chair.

Not even the smoke could disguise the inhuman pallor of his skin, between blue and gray, and his eyes forever frozen in horror.

There wasn't any trace of blood except from five little perforations over his jaw, localized as if something or someone were holding his face. Same scribbled floor and walls as in the cabin, similar prayers, but no new drawing. Only photographs of the one made for the Death's Jailor.

Jayce was kneeling next to the Lieutenant, searching for anything that could help them to solve this case. Anger and the certainty of another open case drove them over the fear creeping into their skin, covered in goosebumps.

Viktor went to inspect the bathroom, stopping when he smelled stagnant water just at opening the door, bathtub and sink filled with something that smelled like sour tea. The liquid was still warm, steam covering the unbroken mirror, a pentagram drawn in it.

The room got no windows, but a cold wind blew over his neck, making him jump and trip over some thrown rug. His hand stained the painted mirror and Viktor cursed.

He heard a sigh coming from in front of him, and his amber eyes reflected over the surface, empty of anything else.

One blink, blank. Another blink, another void.

Viktor blinked a third time, the steam already disappearing at the corners, the pentagram fading away. Next to him at the left, he saw a pair of black eyes.

Jumping, and quickly turning towards his left, he encountered a ghostly figure, completely dressed in white, black eyes flaring with fury. The room's temperature dropped, and his hands quickly went to grab his gun. And the eyes followed the motion, black claws materializing. The air was stolen from his lungs as the claws pushed him out of the bathroom, the grip similar to a rock's hit.

Viktor collapsed against a nightstand, splinters flying. Jayce ran to his side as the figure dressed in white slid out of the bathroom and towards the window. He pushed Jayce, screaming: "Go after her!"

“Vikt—” Jayce’s eyes shone with worry, and then, pure fear, darting between the figure and him. He knew Jayce wouldn’t catch you on time, nobody could. You moved very fast.

Dexterous fingers found his gun, and quickly pushed Jayce aside as Viktor aimed towards the figure, right leg wounded.

The shot made his body shake with the impact, and the characteristic powder smell filled the room. The figure collapsed next to the deceased Lieutenant with a muffled groan. Panting could be heard from you, and Jayce looked horrified at Viktor.

Horrified, why?

“What are you doing?” he retorted, pushing Jayce's chest aggressively as he was trying to help him up. “Stop her!”

Her, as if called—and you did were called. Turned your face towards them, and both stopped dead in their tracks. It was as if the charcoal made itself flesh and bone, the eeriness of something it shouldn’t be real. Only the eyes remained as dark as the drawing, just as piercing.

This can’t be real…

You chuckled, black blood spilling from your ankle, and you knew your teeth looked inhumanely sharp.

“You—” Viktor wanted to say, while Jayce looked at you with terror.

Did you miss me? You looked at Jayce, but instead of saying it, you recollected air as you opened your lips to scream.

Lights flickered in and out, the detectives covered their ears as the windows, glasses, and mirrors broke in unison.

The scream dissipated, the sound growing distant. Seconds later, the light stabilized, but you were already gone. Only leaving a river of black blood over the floor and death behind.

*~*~*~*

You were trapped underwater, in a crystal, cold cage. Dormant unless commanded otherwise.

You'd granted too many wishes, and stained your hands with blood so many times. You were tired, and not just so, but furious.

They tricked you, forcing you into becoming their loyal servant. Your hands were sore from banging over the glass surface of your cage.

And nobody could hear you, not the Detective with hazel eyes a selfless soul, much less the Other One, with sharp golden eyes and gentle heart underneath. No matter how many times they’d dreamt of you.

Ravishing private party, the fountain inside the Mayor's house was tinted with a special shade of navy blue that didn't reflect the vaulted roof decorated with gold, balloons, and thin, shiny fabric. It was a particularly chaotic night, with no moon and many candles burning like fireworks for the Mayor's birthday countdown, almost midnight.

Your powers wouldn't be this strong again in a year. So you called a random drunk guest that went to throw up behind some plant pot, fountain gurgling with whispered words of encouragement. A cold wind blew, and mourning voices lulled out the water. The woman tripped when she was about to sit over the marble fountain, rock scratching her hand, now stained with blood.

You held your breath, ambiance still when she dipped her hands in the fountain to clean her wound.

A slight, mortally thin crimson thread came out of her skin and you felt the bounding spell breaking. Not reinforced on time, that was on them, but this escape was thanks to this clueless woman.

The room temperature dropped and the guest ran away screaming when the fountain’s surface became murky, her reflection replaced by a pair of bottomless black eyes and a predatory smile adorned with pointy teeth.

Good thing nobody minded her, blaming the alcohol for poisoning her senses.

You slid away from the manor, up to town, to the first person on your list to hunt down. The only one that wasn’t invited to the private reunion, because just like you, he was also tricked.

You arrived, knowing the Lieutenant was aware of the eerily still night, expectation over the place as the silence screamed something was wrong. He should have had premonitory dreams for around a week, for him to prepare. He was peeking outside from his bedroom, the house filled with protective runes and trapping pentagrams, religious items that wouldn't be useful for him for he wasn't a believer. Not of a merciful God, anyway.

You stepped over the basement window that wasn’t covered with salt, a beginner’s mistake, but he was in a rush, and you were too worn out to burn out the salt from the entrance door. Making your way up to his bedroom, you could smell his fear mixed with the nauseous stench of burned incense.

The scythe felt strange and heavier in your hand, so many years of unuse taking its toll. Swinging, you cut the hallway's protection symbols as you stepped in, metal singing as it cut swiftly over the wood. You heard the man screaming over the phone.

You wrinkled your nose, annoyed. You didn’t want to deal with more people tonight.

Your hand over the door burned both your skin and the wood. But the sudden pain made you aware of your surroundings, making you remember that your days as a slave were over. The door opened, and you went towards his hunched figure down his bed.

He could see your usual outfit of spotless and unwrinkled white, dark heels that clicked warningly. The Lieutenant was screaming frantically over the phone as you dragged him out of his hideout, hand human, you being totally human, in fact. The only reason you would stay in this room in this form after all the energy used to escape your prison.

His green eyes widened, tears falling on his cheeks as he pleaded, and knelt in front of you.

“Please let me go, I-I didn’t, I didn’t want to do it, please…”

You looked at the black phone behind him, using your scythe to cut down the line before speaking.

“It’s nothing personal, Henry. The deal is over, and I came here to collect your part of the bargain.”

“Th-they trick-tricked m-me… please… please, I-I don’t want to die… I’m-I’m sorry…”

You knelt, eyes glued on him to your level. He could see the past, when he drew blood to make a deal to bind you to the fountain, and among his blood, many others.

“Look, Henry. I’m going to be generous tonight.” You dragged him towards the desk next to the window, putting him over the chair. There was a blank note there, open with a pen over it. “Where’s your list? I know you have one. We were both tricked and they’re going to pay, but the first name claimed in the bounding ritual was yours, I’m afraid.”

You put the pen over his shaky hand, closing his cold fingers around it, digits that were beginning to tint black from your touch. But he shook his head and instead pointed towards the closed door of the bathroom.

“I-I don’t want to d-die…”

"Not worry," you said, stroking his hair backward as he slouched down to scribble with an irregular, strong letter over the paper. "I'll be quick."

You couldn't say it wouldn't hurt, because you didn't know what it felt like to die. You didn't want to lie to him.

Your left hand became a claw, and Henry cried when your nails pierced his skin, drawing five equal little threads of red down his jaw and over his pajamas.

"Look into my eyes and tell me what you see," you muttered, his soul slowly slipping out of his ownership. Black eyes, normal people shouldn't see anything, but damned ones? They saw the future that awaited them over your Father's realm. “Was it worth?”

Henry wanted to scream, but his jaw hung open in silence when his life slipped out of his body. You had to tie him against the chair with the telephone line and put it near the window, only for shock value, you supposed. What did he see in your eyes? Who knows, you didn't want to. Your Father should be furious with them to keep you trapped for so long.

Inside the bathroom, the list was tucked between the mirror and the wall, and the bathtub and sink were filled with purification waters. The man always trying to use all the opportunities he had to escape. You committed the foolish, human mistake of wanting to see yourself over the surface, catching a capturing pentagram over the steamed surface.

Hissing, you felt trapped again. Time ran differently inside the mirror, just like on the other side of the fountain, so you waited for the pentagram to disappear, the water growing cold.

Only it didn't, a hand printed on the surface breaking the sigils. Next to you was a man with golden eyes, two moles on his sharp face, and a metallic cane.

You knew him.

You weren’t about to move, only stare, so he could run away and leave the free way for you to escape. But he didn’t, his right hand quickly grabbed the gun’s glue instead. Your hands twitched when you pushed him outside before he could grasp it completely, his body smashing one nightstand.

The other man, an old acquaintance, went quickly to his aid. It was your cue to go, but then that stupid, reckless man still drew his gun and shoot you.

Pain conquered as you suppressed a scream, jaw tightened so much that your teeth gnashed. Black blood spilled on your ankle, and the man was screaming, ordering Detective Jayce Talis to get you.

His hazel eyes met yours briefly, as your lips cracked open to scream out loud, pouring every ounce of frustration and pain and anger piled up inside your body. The lights went out, all the glass broke, and you slid out the window, becoming your ghostly figure before hitting the garden.

Down the street, in your human form, the list felt heavy on your hands. You remembered, and you were ready to make them remember, too.

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태꾹˚₊· 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ♡੭

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✧ headcanon / ✦ oneshot/longfic

♥︎ fluffy / ♡ angst

☆ alternative universe/holidays special / ★ nsfw/mature themes

ⓘ trigger warning

태꾹˚₊· 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 ♡੭

Brigitte & Sombra with an S/O who slapped their butt and left cute love notes ( ✧ / ♥︎ )

*Reunion 2.0 · McCree x Fem!Reader ( ✦ / ♥︎ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up ⌕ temporarily out for re-writing

Reaper with an Fem!Reader cheering him up on Christmas ( ♡ / ☆ / ♥︎ )

Fluff/SFW Alphabet + Widowmaker ( ♥︎ / ✦ / ✧ )

McCree with an Brazilian!Reader ( ✧ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

Deadlock!McCree x Fem!Reader ft. Ashe ( ✦ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

McCree with an French!Reader ( ✧ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

Mercy x Fem!Reader who have broken the leg ( ♡ / ✦ )

Lúcio x Fem!Reader on a summer night ( ☆ / ✦ )

Ana, Moira & Pharah + cuddles headcanons ( ✧ )

McCree and GN!Reader on New Years ( ✧ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

*Wet & Warm · Werewolf!McCree x Mermaid!Reader ( ✦ / ♥︎ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up ⌕ temporarily out for re-writing

Kiriko NSFW headcanons ( ✧ / ★ )

Fluff/SFW Alphabet + Genji ( ♥︎ / ✦ / ✧ )

ⓘ sidenote: all of these posts, from the oldest to the newest, are on current editing process because I wrote all of them in my mother language (Brazilian Portuguese) and translate to English (yet now I'm learing how to write directly on English) but most of them are an ridiculous mess + I was new on posting on tumblr so please, do not mind. My writing is not that messy and cringy, it's just my translating 💀

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Angels/Half-angels in DMC Universe ( ✧ )

Kiss from a Rose · Dante x Fem!Reader ( ☆ / ♥︎ )

Confessions features Alcohol (Sometimes) · Dante x GN!Reader ( ♥︎ / ✦ )

Sugarcoating · Dante x Fem!Reader ( ✦ )

Dante with a Cowboy Devil Hunter S/O ( ✧ )

Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O ( ✧ )

태꾹˚₊· 𝗯𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 ♡੭

Nightime Mooncakes · Bayonetta x Fem!Reader ( ♥︎ / ✦ )

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