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Overwatch.

Many have mixed emotions on their return. Some are happy and relieved to have heroes again, while others believe some things should just stay dead.

 You...  you were conflicted.

You were currently working as a resident at the newly reinstated Overwatch clinic under Dr. Ziegler. You were trained also in minor self defense, as is required for being employed by Overwatch or even partnering with them. You also had dabbled in some training with a pistol, much like Angela's when she dons her Mercy persona. You were lucky to learn it at all; if it wasn't for Cole Cassidy and Ana insisting on letting you learn, you don't think you would have ever got a chance. Since you weren't technically employed by Overwatch, they were reluctant to allow you near such weapons.

Liability and all that.

Angela supported your wish to learn, knowing full well you wish to branch off into field work in the future. All you ever wanted to do is help people; having seen too many horrors at a young age. You'd rather heal than cause harm but you wouldn't hesitate to protect those who need it. 

You were making your rounds about the clinic when Angela spots you and waves you over with a smile. You're smiling back, albeit anxiously, when you notice the other two accompanying her. Your e/c eyes nervously landing on the imposing form of Soldier-76 and glancing at the gentler smile of Ana Amari standing next to the grumpy former vigilante. 

Angela gives you a bright smile, "ah, y/n, guten Morgen ! Sorry to call you over so suddenly."

You nervously brush your h/c h/l hair behind your ear as you smile shyly, "ah um, good morning to you too, Dr. Ziegler. And it's no issue at all! Is… there something wrong?"

"There is a small issue that we are currently trying to debate about; I'm hoping that you can offer an expedient solution," she says as she shoots 76 a look, crossing her arms.

"Doc..." warns the man as he seems to glare back at her through the red glint of his visor.

"I don't want to hear it Jack! You need someone who is trained and knows how to operate the equipment. There is no better candidate than y/n," she snapped back.

You worriedly look between the two standing off, confusion showing on your face, "perfect candidate for what exactly?"

Ignoring you, 76 growled back, irritation clear in his voice, "she may have medical training but she isn't trained on the field. She'd be a liability to the team."

"How else is she supposed to learn, Jack? This isn't a high threat level OP. What better timing to learn," stated Ana, her one good eye giving him a look.

76 sighs, rubbing his forehead in frustration as Angela continued, "she has basic training in using a pistol and has passed her basic self defense course, there really is no legal reason for her to not be permitted."

Finally having enough, you speak up, "okay, can we stop talking about me when I'm right here? What is this all about? What OP?"

Ana turns to you with an apologetic smile on her face, "I am sorry, y/n. What we are discussing is having you accompany a team on a simple intelligence mission. Both Angela and I cannot accompany them so we thought it would be a perfect opportunity for you to go on your first field mission."

Shock courses through you before a big grin spreads across your face, "really?! I would really like to have a chance at this opportunity."

Soldier-76 turns to look at you, arms crossing, "no offense, but you aren't exactly in the best... shape... to be doing field work, sweetheart." 

Self consciousness and hurt courses through you at his implication. He of course was talking about the fact that you were a generously curvy woman; your body was soft where others who would be in the field around you were more toned and fit. Hearing his words unconsciously makes you try to hide your round, soft stomach, shame coursing through you. You jolt in surprise when both Ana and Angela smack him at his words with disappointed expressions.

"Jack that was rude and uncalled for," scolded Angela as Ana shook her head.

"Her size has nothing to do with her capabilities as an agent. Besides, she's going to be a medical field agent. Her duties are not qualified by body shape or fitness. Just her ability to think on her feet and treat others who are injured in the field," Ana tsks.

"Besides, if you were going by that logic I wouldn't be "fit" for the field, missing an eye and all," continues the older woman with a mischievous look in her eye.

Finally getting fed up at being outnumbered, he threw up his hands, "fine! Christ... She can go! But one foot out of line and I am pulling you, understood?"

Straightening, you nod vigorously, "yes 76."

He growls as he goes to walk away, "that's "sir" to you. Mission's in forty eight hours, you'll be receiving the details shortly."

You nod, eyes wide as the grumpy man storms off, mumbling under his breath about women and their stubbornness. The two women give you reassuring smiles.

"Don't worry about Jack, he's just a little old fashioned," commented Angela.

You give them a shaky smile, "that's what I'm afraid of."

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The mission was to be a simple intelligence mission to Eichenwald; sending a small team to help stay under the radar. Besides you and Soldier-76, there was Reinhardt, Tracer and Cassidy. Reinhardt, even though not being the most subtle or stealthy of heroes, was familiar with this locale and served as a good guide and protector in case things got out of hand.

You felt more at ease with the other three accompanying you and Soldier-76. Reinhardt was always a sweetheart and loved to tell you tales from his youth. Cassidy was a very close friend to you, always flirting with you and making you feel pretty, even though it's completely platonic. Tracer and you never really hung out much but the young brit was always kind and a bundle of sunshine.

And then there's Soldier-76, or Jack Morrison; he's made it very clear he doesn't approve of you being out there with them and hasn't lightened up since. You were donned in a comfortable armored suit, similar to Dr. Ziegler's but colored dark gray with subtle orange highlights. You didn't have the fancy wings or the staff; rather you had a canister attached to your back as a backpack and mechanisms connecting to your hands to release a pulse of healing nanobytes. All Ziegler tech. Your code name still made people question your choice, but you didn't care. You were called Phoenix; the name is very near and dear to your heart. 

Reinhardt leads the pack through the dark abandoned streets of the castle, Soldier and Cassidy close behind with Tracer just a few steps back, leaving you at the rear. Cautiously everyone made their way to their destination, everyone on high alert. The gentle German giant pauses, propping his giant hammer on his shoulder as he turns to the group.

"We are here," he warns in a low tone, making sure to not be too loud.

76 turns to give out orders, "alright, Tracer I want you to scout the area, but be silent. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Lena salutes him with a grin, "aye aye captain. Cheers, loves!"

She quickly phases away at the speed of light, leaving the rest of you to await orders from the former Strike commander. He sighs as he turns towards us.

"Cassidy and I will enter the building to investigate this tip on valuable info. Reinhardt, you will stay behind and stand guard."

Reinhardt nods his head as the Soldier turns to look at you. You resist the urge to shrink underneath his gaze, instead remaining impassive as you await your orders. He sighs as he turns away.

"Phoenix, you are to stay with Reinhardt. I want coms open and ready incase something comes up. Understood?"

Everyone nods as he starts to head towards the building that their coordinates lead to, "alright then move out!"

Cassidy shoots you an encouraging wink before following the grumpy soldier into the building. Sighing you turn to look out at the abandoned, debris filled streets and collapsed buildings that surrounded you. Thankfully there were still lamps that worked but they were so sparsely spread out that they barely offered any clear vision in the darkness. Reinhardt gave you a fond smile as he gently patted your shoulder with his gauntlet covered hand.

"Don't you worry! You are doing well," he reassures as you smile softly up at the giant.

Gently patting his hand, you smile, "thanks Rein... It helps knowing some of my team actually thinks I'm capable."

He sighs at that, his shoulders slumping, "yes... It is a pity that some people are still so prejudiced in this day and age."

You were about to comment when suddenly their coms flared to life as Tracer spoke up.

-"Sorry loves, this is probably nothing but I wouldn't be a good scout if I didn't say something,"- she stated, sounding slightly out of breath.

You heard Soldier respond back, -"what is it Tracer?"-

-"Well... I could have sworn I saw movement a few blocks over, but I can't be certain. It could be a cat or something of the sort,"- she replied, sounding unworried.

-"Alright, keep an eye out on that location, just to be safe. We should be done here shortly,"- came the annoyed response.-

-"Sure thing! Tracer out."-

Reinhardt and you share a glance, before he shrugs, "it is probably a cat. They like to live in these old buildings; plenty of prey and shelter for the little creatures." 

You nod as Reinhardt turns to walk towards the location that Tracer mentioned, making sure to stay within earshot in case something happened. Feeling rather useless and bored out of your mind, you couldn't help but feel the curiosity burning within you. Taking a quick glance around, you silently walk away towards what used to be a fountain and a town square. Making sure to watch your step, you cautiously explore. You smile in excitement as you make your way around. Suddenly there was a slight noise echoing from a partially collapsed building across from you.

You pause, senses on high alert.

The building looked like it wouldn't take much for it to collapse, a giant hole in what probably used to be the front door was blasted through the bricks. You cautiously creep forward, eyes trained for any movement. It looked to be nearly pitch black inside. Everything inside is screaming at you to turn around and walk away; but you just couldn't stop the curiosity.

Cautiously, you make your way into the building, careful of fallen bricks and snapped support beams. As you enter what is probably the center of the building, you take a curious look around. Surprisingly there was moonlight cascading down through the holes and gaps in the roof and sides, bathing the area where you stand in a soft white glow. You spot an old table that still had some papers on it. Glancing at the papers, you see that this most likely was a former bakery. You hum to yourself, peering at the documents, failing to notice the movement in the shadows behind you. 

The sound of rubble being disturbed pulls you abruptly away from your investigation. Turning around anxiously, you scan the shadows. Biting your lip in worry, you pray that whatever it was is gone now. Quickly you turn to exit the building from whence you came but freeze the moment your eyes land on the black figure blocking the way. Horror fills you when your eyes land on the bone white mask of the infamous terrorist and Talon's top heavy hitter; Reaper.

Clenching your hands anxiously, you keep your eyes on the dangerous man as he cocks his hooded head to the side in an eerie way. 

"Hmm... Interesting. You're not at all what I was expecting," came his low growl as he slowly approached you. 

Tensing, you quickly draw your pistol and take a few steps back, eyes trained on him, "d-don't come any closer!"

 He pauses, tilting his head in curiosity, "do you even know how to use that, little girl?"

You shudder at that, hearing the bemusement in his voice as he eyes you up and down. You grit your teeth and glare at the shotgun wielder. 

"Hopefully we won't have to find out," you hiss, subtly looking for any escape routes.

His eerie chuckle echoes throughout the hollow structure, "cute. But do you really think all that bravado is going to save you?"

Fear pierces you, but you quickly swallow it down, instead shrugging nonchalantly, "probably not but hey, worth a shot."

He seems to study you more as he takes another dangerous step forward, testing your willpower. Glaring, you quickly adjust the gun to a more life threatening location, shoulders shaking in your apprehension.

"Don't think I won't shoot! Take another step and you lose something vital," you growl, trying to keep the fear out of your voice.

His responding growl sends shivers up your spine, "I don't think you have it in you, agent."

You sneer back, eyes narrowing, "really wanting to test that? Worst case scenario: you're wrong and you get shot. Not so good case scenario: I miss but the resounding shot alerts my team and you get quickly outnumbered and outgunned. Either way, not a beneficial result for you."

He stares you down, danger radiating off him like a giant warning sign. You two remain at an impasse, neither willing to back down. Suddenly, your comm flares to life with the voice of Soldier demanding to know your location. The interruption causes your focus to shift, giving Reaper the advantage he needs to quickly lunge at you. Before you can even open your mouth to scream, his armored forearm wraps warningly around your throat while his other taloned hand snatches your gun away. His masked face leans down to hiss in your ear as you freeze in terror in his arms.

"Make one sound and I snap this pretty neck like a twig; got it?"

You quickly whimper and nod, hands grasping onto the incredibly strong arm of your captor, the position forcing your back to be flush against his front. His dangerous talons come up to unfasten the comm around your neck, making you stiffen against him.

"Good girl," he purrs condescendingly in your ear as he crushes the communicator under his armored boot.

You sag against him as your only way of warning your team gets destroyed in front of you. Reaper turns his attention back down to his captive, the hollow eyes of his mask making you shiver. 

"So, girl, here's what's going to happen: you're going to behave and cooperate like a good little hostage while my backup ambushes your foolish team. Do that and you may live to see another day," he states coldly, giving your throat a warning squeeze for good measure.

 A shaky gasp leaves you, your body trembling in fear, "W-What do you want?"

 He chuckles darkly, "to pay an old friend a visit."

Feeling a tad bit bolder, you press on, "why are you here? Surely Talon has no interest in some old reports from the omnic crisis?"

Reaper just laughed cruelly, "there are no reports. There never was. This was a trap from the get-go, agent. And you fell right into it."

Dread fills you, a sad huff leaving you, "of course it was. First mission and I walk right into a trap. 76 is going to kill me."

You yelp when you are abruptly spun around and shoved against a wall, Reaper quickly trapping you as he growls down, "I think the one you should be more concerned with is the one who holds your life in his hands."

You couldn't help the gasp and the flush that coats your cheeks when you are pressed into the wall by his larger form. Embarrassment fills you, grateful that you are in the dark and that he can't see your traitorous body's reaction. Reaper pauses and pulls back slightly to stare down at you quietly. Shifting nervously, you wonder what he's thinking. He seems to look you over once more before crossing his broad arms over his chest.

"You don't look like the usual field agent, girl. What is someone as... Soft... As you doing out here," he growls, seeming to give in to his curiosity.

You flush in anger at it again being pointed out on how soft you are; glaring up at the man as you hiss, "it's because I'm a Resident at the clinic under Dr. Ziegler! This was my first field mission and most likely my last. Whether it be by your hands or by Soldier's."

He hummed in thought, a sharp talon forcing your chin up so he can look you over, "so the little doctor is out playing hero. Foolish."

You rip your chin away, not even flinching when the talon slices a small cut into your skin, "I'm not playing at anything! I save lives; whether it be in the hospital or out in the field. I wouldn't expect someone who only knows how to take them to understand!" 

Silence ensues as he stares you down, before replying back lowly, "you're either really brave or really stupid, Doc. I could drain every ounce of life from your pretty little body before you could even fight me and yet you still mouth off." 

You chuckle humorlessly, "hell if I'm going down, I'm going down fighting in some way. Sure the hell ain't going to make it an easy meal for you, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Edgy."

Before either of you could continue this argument; a loud bang shook the building. You shout in surprise when you were suddenly yanked forward and covered before the building collapsed in on itself, burying you both beneath the rubble. 

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You slowly come to with a severe headache and several bruised areas coating your body. Groaning lowly, you take stock of everything, making sure nothing was broken or torn open. Blearily, you open your eyes, coughing in the thick cloud of dust surrounding you. Briefly scanning around you, you note that the rubble piled over you is like a dome, former beams and bricks helping support the debris from crushing you. You start at the low groan coming from beside you, alarm surging through you. 

Quickly your eyes fall onto the hunched over form of Reaper propped against some rubble a few feet away from you. Your eyes widen in alarm when you spot the metal pole sticking out through his side. Carefully you move closer, eyes taking in every detail as you try to examine the damage. It looks to be a thoracic impalement injury through his right side. Concern fills you as you note that the pole seems to be keeping him from bleeding out. Quickly you go to pull your med pack with the nanobytes solution inside forward so you can try to heal him, when you notice that the canister took severe damage. The machine was totaled and thus unworkable.

Frustration flares up within you as you try to think of another solution. You can't risk removing the pole here, he could bleed out before help could arrive. And then there's the other issue about him being a wanted terrorist and the likelihood of him receiving help are slim to none.

You growl in irritation as your mind settles on one final option; one that you really would prefer never having to use.

You carefully remove your damaged gauntlets and shake out your hands. Carefully you start to gently examine the surrounding area around the impaled object. Suddenly a taloned hand snatches your wrist in a painful death grip as Reaper snarls at you in warning. Alarmed but not deterred, you calmly speak to the wounded assassin. 

"Reaper? Can you hear me?"

His response was another growl as his grip on you tightened. You wince at the pain but keep going.

"Reaper, I need you to remain still; you've suffered a severe traumatic injury and if you move around too much it could worsen," you advise in a soothing voice, trying to keep the wounded man calm.

His pained grunt is all you hear before a gargled, "no shit," leaves his mouth. 

"Good, you still have enough energy to be an ass then your chances are looking good," you state dryly as you roll your eyes at the man.

You stare down at the talon operative, deep in thought and wincing at his pained grunts and slight tremors in the hand still holding yours prisoner in a death grip. 

 You lean down to look him in the eyes through his mask as you state calmly to him, "Reaper I want to help you but my kit is totaled. And I don't think there's any other option elsewhere. So I have one last trick up my sleeve for cases of extreme emergency. I think this counts. I need you to trust me." 

The man let out a scoff, black mist starting to sleep out of him, "like ... Hell."

You hiss in frustration at him, "look asshole, I don't know what kind of people you surround yourself with but I take what I do very seriously. I SAVE lives. It doesn't matter if you are my friend or my enemy; if I see you dying in front of me I'm still going to try to save you! So if you don't want to die I need you to shut up and just trust me!"

You two stare each other down before his grip slowly starts to relax. You slowly remove your hand from his grip as it slumps down to the side. 

"If... You try anything... I won't hesitate to kill you," he warns in a deadly tone.

"I have a feeling my life is forfeit anyway after I save you, so heard loud and clear," you grunt as you position yourself closer to him.

He watches you examine him once more silently for a few moments before grunting out softly, "why."

Your eyes dart up to the eye sockets of his mask before focusing back on your work, "why save you? I told you... I save lives. I can't... I can't stand watching someone suffer when I can do something about it."

He doesn't respond as you pull away, nervousness coursing through you as you look down at your hands, "what I am about to do... Is something no one else knows about. Not even Overwatch. Especially not them. It's... Kind of a life changing secret."

You swallow anxiously before closing your eyes and focusing. The only sound for a few moments was the shakey pained breaths of your companion and your deep breathing before you felt it; the warmth spreading throughout you. Focusing, you coax it to travel down your arms and towards your hands as you slowly open your eyes, knowing that they are now glowing a bright gold. You hear his surprised intake of breath as you look down to his wound before warning him calmly.

"I have to remove the foreign object for me to be able to heal your wound. I have to act fast. This will hurt... Do you understand?"

He just subtly nods, his hands clenched into fists as you cautiously take hold of the metal pole, "ready?"

"Just do it," he snarls, black smoke coiling around him as he digs his talons into the stone around him.

Quickly and carefully, you yank out the pole, wincing at his roar of pain as you lunge forward to brace your glowing hands against the bleeding hole in his side. Keeping your weight on him, you focus your power into his wound, willing the warmth to travel down into him to restitch his flesh and seal the wound. Reaper stops thrashing when the wound starts to seal; stunned silence fills the air as the last bit of skin is repaired, leaving not even a trace of the wound before. Weakly you pull your bloody hands away, vision blurring and world spinning. 

"G-Guess the name Phoenix fits better than... people... realize..." You whisper before losing consciousness, the world going dark. 

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When you come to, you were not expecting to be in a hospital bed in a hospital room that looks suspiciously like the clinic at Overwatch. Blinking, you rub your eyes as you sit up, head pounding. 

"mmph... What happened?" You groan.

"You gave us a fright is what happened."

You start at the voice, abruptly turning to see Cassidy sitting next to the bed with a tired but happy look on his face.

"Hey cowboy... What happened? Last thing I remember is..."

You trail off as flashes of memories of being trapped in the rubble and using your gift to save Reaper's life come flooding back to you.

"...the building I was in collapsed around me and then nothing."

Cassidy frowns, reaching forward to hold your hand as he sighs, "we were set up by Talon. We got ambushed and things started escalatin'. Morrison thought he heard somethin' in the building and shot his helix rockets, thinkin' it was more talon lurking about. We didn't realize our mistake till it was too late. Thought we just killed ya."

Your brows furrow as he clears his throat, as if he had something in it before continuing, "I would be lyin' if I said we weren't surprised to find ya laying by the rubble, a little banged up but alive. We have no idea how you made it out but there you were, alive and breathin'. So we rushed ya home and got you taken care of."

Your thoughts whirl about in your head at this new information. There was no way you could have gotten out on your own. You were out cold. That means... Reaper got you out and left you where your team could find you. Your heart flutters at the thought of him making sure you were safe before fleeing. Was the Reaper really as heartless of a monster as they say he is? Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you give your concerned friend a reassuring smile.

"I'm okay, Cass. What about everyone else? Are they okay," you ask with worry.

He smiles reassuringly, "yeah everyone's fine. Couple scratches but nothin' to fret about. Why don't you get more rest? For the next week you'll be on medical leave."

You frown, "a week? Medical leave? But that's ridiculous! I'm fine!"

Cassidy raises his hands in a placating way, smile apologetic, "wasn't my call. 76 wouldn't have it any other way. Lucky it was only a week."

You scowl, laying back with tears of frustration building in your eyes. The cowboy sighs as he stands up, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, "I know it ain't ideal, darlin'. But we nearly lost ya and honestly a little rest and time away from work is good for ya. Just relax and after the week is done, you'll be back to workin' before you know it."

You give him a half hearted nod, eyes closing as he takes his leave. Your mind wanders back to the mysterious Talon operative that you saved. It seemed he returned the favor; maybe not liking the fact that he was in your debt in any way. You sigh as you slowly let yourself drift off to sleep, thoughts still filled with the mask wearing killer. You wonder how he's faring and what he is planning to do next as you fade away. 

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The next night you found yourself stuck inside your home on medical leave for the next seven days; leaving you feeling frustrated and bored out of your mind. Since you weren't an employee of Overwatch, you were able to live outside of the base in your own home.

Sighing, you slip on a large old t-shirt that went down to mid thighs. Having just finished with a long shower, your hair was still damp and skin still flushed. You decided that since you aren't going anywhere for a while, that you'd skip out on wearing any of your uncomfortable bras and just stick to comfy old clothes to lounge around in. Checking the time, you sigh, seeing as it was only about ten at night. Grumbling, you make your way to the kitchen, seeking out something to snack on and drink while you sit down to watch some movies to pass the time.

Feeling your way about the dimly lit kitchen, you start when something black dashes behind you on the kitchen island. You curse out as you put your hand to your chest, heart pounding. Glaring at the innocent looking culprit.

"Nicodemus! Don't just scare me like that, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

The said cat was looking rather smug as his green eyes twinkled, his pitch black fur helping him blend in with the shadows. He let out a soft meow, tail curling over his delicate paws. You roll your eyes fondly at your companion, reaching into the fridge to pull out some chicken for him to snack on. The cat perked up at the sight of his favorite treat, loud purrs echoing throughout the room as you set it down on a small plate in front of him. Giving him a gentle scratch between the ears, you turn away to continue to rummage through the fridge for your own snack. 

"Well isn't that just sweet."

Fear grips your heart as you spin around at the unexpected voice from behind you.

Standing there, with his arms crossed as he leans up against the wall by the entrance to the kitchen, was none other than Reaper himself. You stare at him in shock, not quite believing he was here, in your kitchen...in your house. He chuckles dangerously, cocking his head in a cocky way.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Gaping at him, you stammer over your words, "W-What? How? When did you...? Why the hell are you in my house?!"

He just chuckles again at your outburst, his sharp talons tapping casually against his arm as he humors you, "how is easy, in case you haven't noticed before but doors are not really a challenge for me."

Rolling his shoulders as he straightens up from the wall, his eerie mask giving you chills as he starts to approach you, "when? I slipped in while you were busy taking a rather long shower. It was pathetically easy to get in unnoticed."

You swallow as he stops right at the counter, his talons clacking dangerously against the marble; the only thing standing between you and him being the island. Worry fills you for the safety of your cat, your eyes landing on him still happily munching away, unbothered by the intruder only a few feet from him. Reaper notes your worry, snorting in amusement.

"Luckily for you I have no interest in harming pets. Your cat is safe," he sneers as he turns his gaze back to you, another chuckle leaving him, "amusing to see that you have more concern for your pet's well being than your own. How noble."

You glare at him, arms crossing over your generous chest, "forgive me for actually caring about something other than myself."

The wraith just lets out a scoff, talons tapping against the surface, making you tense as your eyes drop down to them. You hate the small surge of desire that surges through you at the threat of danger from those claws, frustration building in you at yourself. He is literally a terrorist working for a dangerous organization that's tried to kill your friends multiple times; stop being attracted to him! You force your eyes to leave his hands as you glare up at him once more.

"You gave me the how and the when, but you never gave me the why. Why the hell are you here, Reaper," you demand, feeling brave even though you are clearly outmatched.

He hums lowly before straightening back up, black sockets staring you down unnervingly, "you've peaked my interest. Pulling that little trick back there in Eichenwald really left a... Lasting impression."

Tensing at the mention of your gift, you bunch your muscles in preparation to run for it, "yeah? Well hate to disappoint but that was a one time thing and there will not be a repeat."

Reaper just laughs lowly at your response, his form looking relaxed but you knew better; he was ready to attack at any moment.

"Big words coming from someone with so little options right now," he states, eyeing you up and down slowly, "you aren't exactly well protected in that, now are you?"

You flush when you realize he is talking about the fact you were literally only in a large t-shirt and panties infront of a heavily decked out assassin who was fully clothed and equipped with weapons. You give him a falsely confident smirk, subtly reaching behind you with one hand.

"My my... you really like pointing out my appearance don't you? Must really like what you see since you can't seem to stop mentioning it," you drawl, cocking your head to the side in a taunting way.

He pauses at your words, a soft sound of amusement leaving him almost unnoticed as you see him look you over deliberately now, "wouldn't you like to know."

You shrug, hand grasping onto the pan behind you as you smirk, "perhaps... Maybe if there's a time where you aren't trying to kill me..."

You trail off, looking up at him from under your lashes as you purr, "I'd love to see what more you can... Do!"

You finish your sentence with a shout as you hurl the metal pan directly at him, hearing it connect followed by a surprised curse from the Talon agent before you. Without wasting any time you lunge off to the side, quickly darting out of the kitchen out into the hall, trying to make it towards the front door. You heard his angry snarl as you turned the corner hoping to make it to the front door. When you spot the front door your heart freezes at the sight of him materializing from a dark mist until he is solid, his arms out at his sides with his hands clenching. He cracks his neck as you freeze at the other end of the hall across from him.

 A low growl leaves him as he whispers dangerously, "run." 

Like a trapped animal, your fight-or-flight kicks in as you spun on your heels and booked it across your house. Quickly you leap up your stairs leading to the three different rooms. One being your personal bedroom, the other a study and the last one a storage room. You yelp when you hear something crash downstairs as you quickly dart across the hall, quickly pulling yourself into the spare room. Shutting the door as quickly and quietly as you can, your eyes scan the dark room for a place to either hide or escape. Your ears perk at the sound of heavy footsteps slowly ascending the staircase; each step like a nail in your coffin.

Quickly you decide hiding is your best option until the path to the stairs is clear and you can run to the front door. You quietly pull yourself into the spare closet, quietly shutting the shutter doors as you press yourself to the back, sliding down to the floor. Silence stretches on, the only sound is the pounding of your heart in your ears. You bite back the whimper that threatens to escape when you hear him call out from the hall through the closed door. 

"Come out, come out wherever you are ," he taunts with a cruel chuckle, seeming to enjoy striking fear into your heart.

Slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds, you hear him open the study door across the hall from you, body trembling. You jump at the sound of talons scraping against the wall as he walks casually towards your bedroom. 

" You can run but you can't hide ..."

A soft sob leaves you, muffled by your trembling hand as you hear him pause, silence stretching on. Terror fills you as you hear him open the spare room door, the creaking of the wood loud in the silence as he takes a few slow steps into the room. Your eyes widen when his dark form stops in front of the shuttered doors of the closet you were hiding in, praying to whatever deity that would listen that he would just leave the room without checking the closet. Moments tick by as he just stands there before he turns away and leaves the room, a soft breath of relief leaving you. Suddenly before you could even react or scream, the door was ripped open to reveal Reaper standing over you menacingly.

"Found you," came his dark chuckle as he lunged down to pull you out of your hiding place by the front of your shirt.

You scream in fear as you are yanked up and down to the floor behind him, landing roughly on your side. Quickly turning onto your back, you try to scramble away from the terrifying man. Reaper just chuckles before grabbing you by your ankle to drag you back towards him, crouching down to pin you down to the floor beneath him. Another flare of excitement surges forward alongside the fear, making you seriously question your sanity. 

"Looks like the little mouse has been caught," he purrs, a sharp talon sliding dangerously down your cheek towards your throat. 

You tremble beneath him, e/c eyes wide and full of fear as you whisper out brokenly, "W-What do you plan to do?"

He hums as if in thought, the talon traveling farther down to rest just below your collarbone, "that all depends on how well you behave, little girl."

A slight shiver escapes you, not out of fear, but out of desire at the pet name. If Reaper noticed, he didn't say anything.

"B-Behave? What are you planning," you demand, a soft gasp leaving you when he presses the talon in gently as a warning, the sting making you freeze.

"I want answers and you're going to give them to me, be it the easy way or the hard way. Either way... I'll get what I want," he rumbles as you swallow anxiously.

"What's the hard way," you whisper, tensing when his talon starts to travel down once more, starting to tear the collar of your shirt, pausing just at the top of your breasts.

He lets out a dark chuckle, leaning down closer to press you down harder into the floor as his firm body traps you, "the hard way is I MAKE you talk. By any means necessary. And trust me... I am well versed on getting people to... how should we say... Open up."

You squirm underneath him, heart racing at his implications as he continues, "if you behave... then the method I use might be less painful than the other methods I could use."

You grunt as he presses closer, a dangerous tone in his low voice, "I seriously do hope you choose to behave... I'd hate to scar this pretty soft body of yours."

You quiver at that, another wave of desire hitting you. You smirk up at the man with a coy look in your eyes.

"There you go again mentioning my body... One would think Reaper... that you have a thing for bigger girls," you taunt, wiggling a bit to try to get free.

He lets out a growl before suddenly you are flipped onto your stomach. Your arms are pinned behind your back with one taloned hand as he presses down against your back, masked face coming down to whisper warningly into your ear.

"Careful, girl, you keep that up and you won't like what happens next," he hisses, his hand squeezing your wrists painfully.

You let out an oof as you were pressed harshly down into the floor, your ass flush with his pelvis, making you unintentionally squirm.

Reaper tensed before letting out a soft curse, his other hand coming to grip onto your hip warningly, "stop moving or else."

You jolted a bit at the feel of him pressed against you, your eyes widening when you for certain felt a certain part of him react.

Was he...?

You decide to take a risk and wiggle again, deliberately rubbing up against him. He let out a hiss before snarling, hand flying up to grip your hair cruelly, pinning you down.

"You're playing with fire, girl," he snarled.

You pause before peering back at him defiantly, taunting back, "guess it's a good thing I never minded getting burned."

That seemed to snap whatever self control he had left, because before you knew it you were being slung over his shoulder with ease, shocking you. You start to protest before a sharp and painful slap across your ass silences you as he marches towards your bedroom with angry steps.

"mmph!" You groan as the sting radiates across your skin, your nails digging into his cloak as he kicks your door open before throwing you unceremoniously onto the queen size bed.

You land with a yelp, pushing up on your elbows to stare up at the looming man above you. Reaper rolled his shoulders while unbuckling his ammunition belts from his chest and waist, his gaze never leaving you. Nervousness fills you as he tosses them aside, his muscled form coiling as if ready to strike as he eyes you. 

"Strip."

You start at his command, red coating your cheeks as you start to scoot away from the edge of the bed, "a..ah um... I..."

"Strip or I do it for you," he snaps, talons glinting in the light eerily. 

You tremble, hands shakily coming up to grip onto your shirt, slowly pulling it up. Just as it was about to expose your stomach, you freeze.

"Well?" he demands.

Your arms shake as you try to will yourself to just rip it the rest of the way off. Eyes clenching, you drop the shirt, arms wrapping around your middle as you curl in on yourself.

 "I... I can't," you sob, shame filling you.

Silence ensues before you are quickly shoved down, arms being yanked up by something smooth and cool to the touch. Crying out in alarm, you quickly look up to see a more solid version of his mist pinning your wrists above your head. You try to pull them free but they wouldn't budge an inch. Alarm fills you as you look back up to the angry wraith above you.

"I warned you," was all the warning you get before he grabs your shirt with his talons and with barely any effort, rips the material right off you.

You let out a cry as you were suddenly exposed, legs coming up with your knees pressing into your stomach to try to hide yourself from view. 

Reaper chuckles cruelly at your pathetic attempts to hide yourself. With a cruel laugh he leans down to warn with a deep low voice, "maybe if you behave, I might just consider letting you go." 

More cool mist slides around your ankles, before firmly tugging them down, pinning them too. You let out a sob as you were laid bare before him, even though you still had your panties. Shame fills you, desperately wanting to hide.

"But if you don't... Maybe I'll just pay your precious friends a visit... Maybe that will convince you to be more obedient," he continues darkly, a deadly promise in his tone.

"Nonono I'm sorry! P-Please d-don't," you choke, eyes welling with ashamed tears.

 He growls lowly at you, mist tightening around you, "don't what girl?"

You flinch, squirming against the bonds as he loses patience, slamming his hand down beside your head, talons digging into the comforter, "spit it out!"

"Don't hurt them," you cry, turning away, bitter tears falling down your cheeks.

Reaper goes quiet, still leaning over you as you lay there with your eyes screwed shut. You flinch when his talons grip onto your chin, turning your head to face him.

"Look at me," he demands lowly, causing you to force your eyes open.

"P-Please," you whisper, "y-you can do whatever you want with me just... please... don't hurt them!"

He lets out a hum, pulling back a bit to look down at you more clearly, a disappointed sigh leaving him, "still so loyal. How disappointing." 

It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

He tsks, pulling away. You feel the mist dissolve from your wrists and ankles, immediately giving you a sense of relief. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you peer back at the silent man who was looking down at you. 

"T-Thank you," you stammer, embarrassment coursing through you.

He snarls back at you, "don't thank me. You're not out of the woods yet, girl." 

You stare up at him in confusion as he growls, "your loyalty is foolishly placed." 

Frowning you protest, "it is not! Having loyalty to people I care about isn't foolish!"

His taunting laughter interrupts you, black mist seeping from him steadily as he takes a dangerous step towards you, "yes because having loyalty to people who bury their own teammate beneath the rubble without a care is certainly worth your favor."

You flinch at his words, stammering out, " it... Was an accident."

"It was deliberate. They knew you were in there and they still collapsed the building on top of you," he sneers back.

 Pain fills your chest as you whisper out brokenly, "you're lying."

His answering scoff stings more than it should, "let me clue you in on a little secret about Overwatch tech and their agents... There is always a tracking device installed into any Overwatch issued uniforms. I doubt that has changed over the years so let me shatter this perfect little illusion you have of them."

Reaper leans down till he is a breath away from your face before whispering darkly, "they knew you were in there. They had your location. Boyscout knew your location and still blew it up around you. They don't give a shit about you and they will do it again."

You stare up at the wraith with tears building in your eyes, refusing to let them fall as you let out a shuddering breath. Reaper scoffs before turning away from you as you swallow down your tears.

Silence stretches on for a moment longer before you break it, whispering out, "if all what you say is true, then why did you bother saving me?"

You see the man freeze before he growls back, "I don't know what you're talking about."

It's your turn to scoff as you bring the blanket around you closer, "please, I'm not that dense."

He remains silent, causing you to sigh, "you seem to care an awful lot about my opinion and where my loyalty lies. You even seem to know a lot about Overwatch."

He continues to give you the silent treatment, making you roll your eyes before sighing.

"What do you want to know?"

He tilts his head in your direction, voice gruff, "pardon?"

You smirk slightly at the polite response before elaborating, "you said you had questions... I'll try to answer them the best I can... As a thank you for not forcing me."

He grunts in annoyance, "don't mention it. Ever ."

You give him an amused smile, "got it... So? Your questions?"

He thinks for a moment, gauging your reaction before looking away, "fine. Why did you heal me if you have been keeping this ability so well hidden for so long? Why risk it to save an enemy?"

"Why save me," you challenge back, an eyebrow raised with a smirk.

He growled, "don't know what you are talking about."

You roll your eyes, "you didn't have to get me out of the rubble after I healed you; you could have just left me there. Also don't think I didn't notice you yanking me away from the collapsing building and shielding me at the last moment."

He was stubbornly silent, causing you to huff, "you know very well you saved my life. I would have been crushed to death... You could have easily shifted to your mist-like form and could have escaped without any damage. Instead... You stayed tangible and took the brunt of the collapse."

Guilt fills you as you whisper, "you even got hurt because of me... You could have died. Why would you risk that? You of all people, why risk your life for someone like me?"

Reaper growled in annoyance, turning to look at you, "you sure think highly of yourself don't you? What makes you think I risked anything for you ?"

You look down, feeling the wave of crippling doubt and depression fill you, you shrug your shoulders, hugging the blanket to you tighter.

"You're right... Just imagining things...," You whisper, eyes downcast, "I told you before, back in the rubble... I don't care if you are my enemy or my friend or even a complete stranger; I'll still try to save you. I can't stand seeing anyone suffer. And you were suffering horribly in front of me."

You shrug as you whisper, "I had to try. Even if the risk of you killing me right after was great... I just couldn't leave you to suffer like that. No one should have to suffer."

You clutch the blanket tighter, hands shaking, "the only way I could save you was to risk it all and expose my gift to you. Now all I can do is pray I don't become an experiment in a lab somewhere or enslaved."

 He looks over to you, curiosity burning within him, "then why doesn't Overwatch know about you? I'm sure they'd put a gift like yours to use rather quickly."

You scoff, frowning down at the floor, "yeah or exploit it."

 His curiosity peaks at the bitterness in your voice, "oh? I thought Overwatch had all your loyalty. Don't you Overwatch groupies like to tell each other everything?"

You groan at him, "for the last time I am not Overwatch. I work for Dr. Ziegler! I only came here at her request because I owed her and she offered me a free ride to finish my Residency and finally be able to branch off on my own. But I've been here longer than I intended and more involved with Overwatch than I wanted."

He chuckled darkly, "they managed to rope you in, did they? They're good at that."

You scoff, "like Talon is any better."

He growled at you, "what was that?"

You sigh exasperated, "oh come on! " No one leaves Talon"; you think that's an even better alternative? Please. You both are just as bad as the other."

Reaper glares holes into you, anger radiating off of him, "where did you hear that saying?"

You give him a dark look, bitterness radiating off of you, "let's just say stupidity runs thickly through my family's veins."

Understanding shoots through him as he cocks his head at you, "you had family in Talon?"

You scowl, "keyword; " had ". They thought it would be a good idea to join up with your friends and several years down the line they wanted out and a few weeks later they washed up with a bullet in their head."

You turn away, "then I had friends who were a part of Overwatch before the fall. They died in that explosion! Because two full-of-themselves Commanders couldn't get past their own pride and tore the place apart. Dragging innocent people down with them! I lost two people I loved in that explosion!"

"You don't know what you're talking about," he hisses, mist starting to ooze off of him.

You roll your eyes, "yeah and you do?"

He snaps, lunging towards you with a snarl, ripping his mask off in his rage, baring his sharp teeth at you as you stare up at him in shock. His glowing red eyes surrounded by black instead of white, his neatly trimmed beard speckled with salt and pepper hairs as you take in his washed out skin tone.

"I know everything ," he snarls, rage burning in his eyes.

Understanding strikes you, shock filling you as you whisper, "Commander Reyes...?"

He sneers at the name, anger simmering beneath the surface, "Commander Reyes is dead. Overwatch made sure of that."

You stare into his eyes, sadness filling you, as you remember the handsome commander with stunning hazel eyes always stopping by the infirmary where your friend worked, especially when you stopped by for a visit. That's how you knew Dr. Ziegler and Cassidy so well. You would visit your friend and hang around them when the Blackwatch team would often stop by for their annual examinations. Your friend would often tease you about you eyeing up the Blackwatch Commander any time you caught a glimpse of him. You'd occasionally start sharing conversations with him when both of you were alone while the rest of Blackwatch and your friend were occupied. You even got him to smile and joke with you. Something rarely seen towards the end. You had liked to think he considered you a friend at least in the end. You had been sharing conversations with him for nearly four years by the time of the fall. You had even begun to fall for him, even when he was so angry and bitter towards the end. When you had heard about the accident and who everyone was blaming... You decided then and there that you were tired of these organizations taking the people you care about. So you cut them out. Or you tried. Somehow the past just catches up with you.

Gently reaching up to trace one of his scars on his cheek, "it's really you isn't it?"

Reaper stiffened, the harshness in his eyes fading as he sighs, trying to not lean into the first skin-to-skin contact he's had in years. He pulls away, shaking himself out of it, mist coiling around the air in agitation. You gently reach out for him, starting when his taloned hand snatches it before it could touch him again. His crimson eyes staring intently back at you.

"Still playing around with things you shouldn't, cariño ," he growls, letting loose one of his old pet names for you that he had often used when you used to talk.

You shiver, eyes sparkling as you grin slyly back, "still being a grumpy hard ass, sir ?"

A quirk of his lips gives away the fact that he remembered your banter, tugging you closer to him. You yelp in surprise as you are pulled flush against him, your earlier arousal surging back with a vengeance. You shiver as he traces a talon down your cheek gently, eyes burning as he locks eyes with you.

"You always had a smart mouth... Not afraid to mouth back to me and always keeping me second guessing your next move," he muttered in thought, the thumb of his talon tracing over your bottom lip.

"Y-Yeah?"

He growled softly, gripping onto your chin, "you were always just out of reach… taunting me with what I couldn't have."

You flush, stammering in denial, "W-What? I never taunted you..."

"Oh but you did..." He whispered, face nearing yours as you shiver under his intense gaze, "and you didn't even know it."

You swallow thickly, feeling very much like prey that's been caught as you clutch the blanket closer, "I..."

He smirks a dangerous smile, sharp teeth flashing as he leans down to whisper hungrily in your ear, "and now... Nothing is going to stop me from taking what I want."

You gasp out when he bites your neck, your hands jerking up to grasp onto his shoulders, not realizing you just played right into his hands. Quickly he yanks the offending fabric away from your body, pressing your bare skin against his armored front.

Panic fills you as you try to pull away, "w-wait!"

Reaper, not having it this time, quickly seals your panicked cries with a deep hungry kiss; effectively silencing you as you melt into his arms. Quivering at the feel of his cool lips sliding against yours before he nips your bottom lip gently with his sharp teeth, making you whine into the kiss. His responding chuckle sends heat straight to your core as he slides his tongue over the stinging flesh, pulling back to look you over hungrily.

"Like it a little rough do you, girl? Good," he growls hotly, his thigh shoving in-between your legs, his mouth diving down to leave a trail of hot kisses and nips down the expanse of your neck.

Hands sliding down to grip onto your full hips and generous ass, he lets out a groan, "you feel disgust for how your body is, hermosa , but to me you always looked good enough to eat..."

Letting out a soft cry when he bites your shoulder firmly as he finishes his sentence, embarrassment and desire filling you. Gripping onto his shoulders tighter, you toss your head back as you struggle to think clearly.

"That's... not as reassuring as you think it is when there's some rather frightening rumors about you literally devouring people's life force, Reaper," you snark, whimpering when he retaliates by slapping your ass firmly. 

Your hips buck into his at the pain followed by the pleasure, "g-gah!"

He growls hungrily as he whispers hotly into your ear as he rocks against you, "oh don't worry... the way I plan to devour you will be enjoyable for the both of us... I guarantee it." 

You let out a soft keen before he swiftly scoops you up in his arms effortlessly, not even fazed as he kisses your lips fiercely, silencing any panicked protests you had. Moaning into the kiss, you fail to notice that your back is now pressed into the mattress once again, the ravenous wraith quickly covering your body with his own as he slots himself between your thick thighs. Reaper keeps you well distracted from your self-consciousness, eagerly devouring your mouth as he slips off his sharp gauntlets, exposing his large calloused hands as they stroke slowly up your legs. He was doing a good job at keeping you distracted, the tingling pleasure following his touch. You shiver as he mouthed at your tender throat like a man starved.

Everything made so much sense now; since Reaper is actually Gabriel Reyes, his uncharacteristic actions make perfect sense. The fact he hesitated to kill you the first time you met, the fact he shielded you from the rubble, and the fact he still hasn't truly harmed you in any way yet. Maybe no matter how much he denies it... There's still some part of the commander left in him.

Said man pinched your thigh firmly, red eyes honed in on you as he scolds you, "attention on me, girl."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "you never could handle not being the center of someone's attention could you, Reyes?"

 He snarled in warning, grip on your hips tightening, "watch what you say next girl. You just might regret it."

You swallow at the ominous warning, a soft smile on your face as you gently tap him on the nose like a grumpy dog, "what I was getting at, grouch, is that you always had a tendency to be a bit greedy."

His eyes narrowed, a scowl appearing on his face especially after the affectionate tap. You rolled your eyes fondly, a soft smile on your face.

"I never said it was a bad thing, Gabe," you tease gently, watching as his scowl fades away at you calling him by his name.

You open your arms and hug him close, eyes shutting as you just hold the tense man in your arms as you whisper, "be as greedy as you want... Be selfish. I want you to just let go ."

He remained silent for a moment longer before pulling back to whisper hotly against your parted lips, "...be careful what you wish for." 

Giving him a confident smirk, you whisper, "bring it on big guy."

The grin he gave you was definitely not reassuring, looking quite like the cat that caught the canary, as he swiftly shrugged out of his cloak. Hunger fills you as you watch the dangerous man swiftly remove his armor, leaving him in his armored pants and boots. You try not to drool openly at the sight of his chiseled abs and pecs, pressing your thighs together subtly as heat floods you. Even the pale washed out tone of his skin took absolutely nothing away from his sinfully hot body.

You groan, flopping back dramatically.

"Why do villains always have to be so hot?!" You rant jokingly, grinning in triumph when he lets out an amused snort at your antics.

Slowly as he unfastens the buckle of his belt, he gives you a dark grin, "because things that are bad for you always taste all the more sweeter, cariño ."

You shoot him a coy look, fighting back a grin, "is that so?"

"Mhm," he growls softly as he grips onto your calves and tugging you closer, eyes devouring every inch of skin.

You start to feel that pesky urge to hide once more, paranoia starting to get to you. As if sensing your thoughts, Reaper taps you lightly to get your focus back on him.

"Not this time, girl. Focus on me," he orders firmly, smirking when your eyes immediately snap up to him, a bright blush coating your cheeks.

"Good girl," he purrs, hands slowly running up your sides.

You whimper when his fingers graze across your stretch marks, embarrassment filling you. He pauses to trace each one slowly, causing your stomach to quiver at how ticklish you were. Your eyes widen when he leans down to trace some with his tongue slowly, eyes never leaving yours. 

Covering your face with your hands, you let out soft whimpers and gasps as he nips the softness of your stomach, chuckling. 

"I told you, Hermosa , your body looks good enough to eat," he says smugly, pressing a kiss right below your navel, making you whine.

"Still doesn't help the embarrassment at being exposed like this... I look horrible," you whisper, biting your bottom lip.

Reaper sighs lowly before you feel something cool slide up your neck towards your face. Before you knew it, it slid over your eyes, blindfolding you. 

Panic rising, you stammer out, "w-what's this?"

Your other senses heightened after the loss of your eyesight, causing you to start at the surprise touch just under your breast. Reaper just hums to himself, proud of his handiwork.

"Since it's your eyes telling you lies, I thought it wise to silence them and have you listen to your body instead," he states softly, his hand slowly trailing up in-between the valley of your breasts.

"B-But-"

"How did it go again? " I need you to shut up and just trust me "?" He states firmly, waiting for your consent before pressing on.

You growl at his turning your own words against you, frustration welling up before you sigh, relaxing under his touch.

"I'll...try."

He rewards your compliance by rolling a nipple firmly between his fingers, making your chest arch up into the touch. He leans down to pull the other nipple into his mouth, running the flat of his tongue over the sensitive peak.

"That's my girl," he growls softly as he slowly uses his hands to tug your panties down your legs. 

Moaning out at his praise, you try not to dwell too much at being called his girl but it was about near impossible. Before you knew it you were completely bare before him. You twitched in nervousness as you hear him let out an appreciative groan, large hands grasping onto your plush thighs to spread them open more.

"Been waiting too damn long to finally have you bare beneath me," he snarls hungrily, mouth coming down to bite gently against your inner thigh. 

"A-Ah!" You yelp as the sting is soothed by his tongue before he moves to the other thigh and gives it the same treatment as it's twin.

" Mmph !" You groan into your hand as you slap it over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

"mm… oh no you don't," he scolds, cool tendrils coiling around your wrists before pinning them above your head firmly, "I want to hear every... Little... Sound."

He presses a hot kiss to your hip bone as he continues on, "every little gasp."

A kiss to the other side, "every moan."

A light breath just over where you want him most, "every... Little...thing."

You keen in need as his surprisingly hot breath ghosts over your already wet core, your legs trembling as he chuckles darkly, "I want to hear each and every little noise I pull from you, girl. Each and every one... So go ahead... Scream for me."

You are unable to stop your cry of pleasure when he slowly drags his tongue up from the bottom to the top of your slit, growling in pleasure as he grips onto your thighs with a bruising grip. Relentless, he continues to devour you, tongue sliding against your sensitive clit. Legs quivering, you try to hold in your moans but Reaper was having none of that. Wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves, he gives a firm suck, causing your hips to jerk up into his mouth. Not minding, he just places a firm hand on your lower abdomen, effectively pinning your hips down to the bed. 

Unable to see because of his makeshift blindfold, every inch of your body felt hypersensitive and every touch felt electric. Didn't help that the damn wraith between your legs knew what he was doing with that mouth of his.

"Gah! Fuck," you curse with a breathless gasp when he slid one of his fingers to the knuckle deep inside your unexpecting core.

His evil chuckle made you want to smack him if it wasn't for the fact he was currently blowing your mind.

Expertly, he crooks his finger up towards your pubic mound, nailing your g-spot with pinpoint accuracy and causing you to cry out once more. Dragging his tongue down from your clit towards where he was currently sliding another finger inside your twitching walls, he slips his tongue in where his fingers expertly open you. 

Your arms tug against their restraints as the pleasure builds, mouth parted as pleasured gasps leave you. Reaper once more presses his fingers against your g-spot, mouth slipping back up to suck your clit harshly, causing you to shriek as your climax starts to build. Starting to pump his two fingers in and out of your quivering walls, the Talon heavy hitter pulls away to blow cool air over your hypersensitive clit before pulling his fingers out and immediately replacing them with his tongue. You keen as the long muscle dives deep inside your dripping core, a pleasured groan leaving him as he holds onto your thighs in a bruising grip as he continues to eat you out like a man starved. 

"Ohmy--! Fuck , Gabriel!"

He groans lowly, pulling away to demand hotly, "again."

You let out a confused noise, mind too scrambled to think straight. He gives your clit a firm pinch, causing you to cry out before he soothes the sting by running his tongue over the swollen nub.

"Say it again," he growls, a ravenous hunger echoing in his voice as he gives your inner thighs firm bites and sucks, most certainly leaving dark, angry marks.

Understanding fills you as you let out another cry as he gives your clit another harsh pinch and suck, your voice cracking as you scream out his name.

 "Gabriel!"

"Yesss," came his pleased reply, plunging down to shove his fingers and tongue deep inside you once more as he pushed you alarmingly fast towards an orgasm. 

"Ah! G-Gabe it's too-- mmph !" Came your desperate cries as he mercilessly devours you.

Your cries reach a new desperate pitch as he adds another finger, tongue slipping out to swirl around your clit, a low hungry growl rumbling out of him constantly now.

"That's it, baby girl, cum for me," he coaxes as he does one last crook of his fingers upwards, flicking your clit with his tongue as your body tenses around him.

"G-GABE!" came your desperate shriek as you fell over the edge, walls clenching down onto his still pumping fingers gently working you through your orgasm.

 At some point you failed to realize that the mist coiled around your wrist dissipated, leaving your arms free to jerk down to grip onto his hair as the waves crashed through you. The smug man doesn't seem to mind as he pulls away, letting the blindfold covering your eyes fade, giving you a clear view of his cocky smirk. 

Raising an eyebrow as he cockily licks his still wet lips tauntingly, "Still with me down there, cariño ?" 

You let out a pleasured drawn out groan, slinging an arm over your eyes as your legs still tremble from the first real orgasm you have had in ages. 

"S-Sure," you gasp, blushing at the feel of the cool air hitting your drenched thighs.

"Good," he growls as he slowly crawls over you, hands braced on either side of your head as you stare up at him in surprise.

A devilish grin appears on his handsome face, his red eyes glowing hungrily, "you taste as divine as you look, cariño . A meal worth waiting for indeed."

Heat filled your core once more at his words, a bright flush on your cheeks, "d-don't say things like that! It's embarrassing!"

 Gabriel smirks at your embarrassment before diving down to capture your lips with his own, making you taste yourself on him. A weak moan escapes you as you feel his strong body press intimately against yours, his hips sliding in-between your plush thighs to press against your aching core.

You let out a whine when he pulls his lips away from yours, staring down hungrily at you beneath him, "tell me what you want, girl."

Letting out a frustrated keen you try to reach for him, only to be thwarted by him pinning your hands above your head with one strong hand. 

He chuckles darkly at your frustration, "I'm many things, cariño , but a mind reader is not one of them."

Letting out an impressive growl at his teasing, you rock your hips up against his, shivering when your slick lips slide against his rock hard erection pressed intimately close against you. You see his eyes darken as his hunger for you grows, his sharp teeth bared in frustration at your rebelliousness. 

Grabbing your hips with his other hand in a firm, bruising grip, he glares down at you before lunging down to bite and suck at your throat, making you cry out. Keeping your hips still, he starts to teasingly slide his thick length up and down against your dripping pussy, his size spreading your sensitive lips open against him as he continues to torment you by sliding against your aching clit. You moan out desperately as the warm head of his cock presses against your twitching entrance, slightly pressing in before sliding back up against your clit.

Throwing your head back with tears of frustration in your eyes, you start to beg, "Gabe! P-Please... I need..."

Pulling away from your marked up throat with a chuckle, Reaper starts to kiss down your breasts, his hot breath causing your nipples to pucker.

"Mmm... Please what hermosa ? What do you need?"

You whine out desperately as his mouth latches onto your sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he gives a harsh suck. You arch up into his mouth, desperation filling you as you feel the part of him you desire most brushing against your aching core.

Finally you break, "Gabriel please ! Please fuck me! I n-need you so bad please..."

You hear his satisfied groan as he pulls away from your breast with a pop, a pleased smirk on his handsome scarred face, "mm... Good girl."

Without anymore more hesitation, he lines his aching cock up against your dripping core before pushing in in one smooth thrust. Your back arches off the bed as his thickness fills you more than you have ever been filled before. 

Reaper groans as your tight heat envelopes him, his eyes flashing with desire as your twitching walls wrap around him snugly.

"That's it, take it all," he growls as you tremble beneath him before he begins to thrust deep inside your quivering core.

"Oh! F-Fuck Gabe," you cry as he grabs your thighs to lift them up against the bed to reach a deeper angle inside of you.

Pleasured hisses leave his mouth through clenched teeth as he pounds his cock deep inside your tight pussy. He angles his thrusts to hit your deepest area, making your eyes roll back as he sets a punishing pace against your sensitive cervix.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock. Tan bueno para mi ," he praises, shadows coiling around him to stroke against your body lovingly, their cool caresses lighting a fire within you.

" G-Gabriel... You feel so good.. nn ! Please, please don't stop," you plead desperately, reaching up to grip onto his flexing biceps as he groans deeply at hearing your pleas. 

Using his strength, he quickly scoops you up into his arms while still inside you, holding you under your knees as you grip onto his shoulders tightly. Using his strength to lift you effortlessly up before slamming you back down onto his cock, hitting your bundle of nerves inside of you, making your legs shake. Deep down you were stunned on how effortlessly he was lifting your weight before bringing you back down onto his cock. For the first time in your life in a long time, you felt small and completely at his mercy as he basically uses you for his own pleasure. Tossing your head back with your eyes closed in pleasure, you give yourself over completely to the wraith. Sensing your complete surrender to his will, Reaper growls savagely. Black mist coils around you possessively as his red eyes glow ominously as he bares his sharp teeth, part of his cheek fading away to expose more demonic sharp teeth to your gaze. You whine lowly as his inhuman eyes devour every inch of you as he snarls dangerously in your face, gripping you almost painfully tight to him as he spears you open on his cock.

In a deep, inhuman voice, he snarls lowly, "You. Are. Mine!"

Gasping out in pleasure, your eyes water as your heart swells, reaching up to embrace his face, you lean close to press a gentle but loving kiss against his fanged mouth.

"I'm yours Gabriel, I'm yours ," you gasp against his hips as he thrusts viciously into you, a permanent snarl on his face as he devours your mouth.

You cry into his mouth as the pleasure starts to cause the heat to coil tighter inside as he continues to punish your pussy with his brutal thrusts.

"You are mine ... you were always mine," he growls as the pleasure builds for him as well, racing closer and closer to the edge.

"Yours!" You sob as you near the edge.

Gabriel let's out a roar as he pins you down flat to the bed once more, bringing one leg up onto his shoulder as he pounds mercilessly into you. 

"You belong to me, girl! No one else can have you, no one ! You are mine now," he hisses as he marks up your neck possessively, desperation fueling his actions.

Your heart aches at the pain in his voice, knowing that everything he once loved and cared for was ripped from him. He is so desperate for something to truly be his. Leaning up you stare into his eyes meaningfully, a soft sad smile appearing on your face.

"I love you Gabriel. I always loved you. I'm yours, just yours. As long as you'll have me, I'm yours ."

You hear his breath hitch before he kisses you passionately, speaking through his actions as he thrust deeply into you. You start to tremble as you near your peak, desperately clinging onto him.

"I... I'm going to..."

"Cum for me, mi amor , cum for me," he whispers, trailing hot kisses up and down your throat.

The tension snaps, your chest arching up into his arms as you fall apart beneath the Reaper. Gabriel groans as he feels your walls start to milk him, quickly pushing him over the edge as well. Pushing in as deep as he can, he thrusts a couple more times before releasing deep inside your quivering walls with a loud curse and a growl. You both breathe heavily as his seed fills your aching core, sweat coating your bodies. You let out a soft whimper when he slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty as his seed starts to trickle out of you. A paranoid part of you thinks that now since he's done with you, he's going to leave. You start to bite your lip to stifle your tears when Gabriel returns with water and a damp washcloth to help clean you up with. Surprise fills you as he hands you the water before gently wiping you clean. 

Noting your surprise, Gabriel gives you an unimpressed look, "did you think I was going to leave without taking care of you?"

Your mouth parts in shock before looking down embarrassed. The man sighs at your lack of response.

"I don't know what kind of men you have been with cariño , but a real man takes care of his girl after he completely wrecks her," he says with a teasing note in his voice.

You scowl at him playfully, chucking a pillow at him for that, a flush coating your cheeks.

" Really Gabe?! Wrecks her? Oh my--" you are cut off by him gently tackling you to the bed, tucking your head under his chin, a soft chuckle leaving him. 

Your ire leaves you at the feel of being in his arms, something you didn't know you longed for as much as you did. Nuzzling gently into his chest, you quietly listen to his subtle breathing and the firm heartbeat echoing in his chest. You both lay in content silence for a few moments.

"Gabe?" 

"Hm?"

You think for a moment before speaking up softly, "do you ever... miss the way things were?"

You felt him stiffen, quickly clarifying what you meant, "I mean, back when we used to just sit around and just... I don't know, talk?"

He remains silent as you continue, nervousness peaking through, "I know sometimes I do. It used to be the highlight of my day when I got to see you and we would just chat. Sometimes when you even let me sit with you in your office while you did paperwork and I would read my " cheesy unrealistic " romance novels that you used to tease me about."

You giggle softly at the fond memories, "those were my favorite memories. I really missed those days."

His silence unnerved you as you fidgeted anxiously, "I used to get teased by everyone when you'd come around. They would laugh at my obvious crush on you. I honestly thought that they would give it away and you'd somehow hear about it."

He is silent until softly speaking up, "I knew."

Freezing you glance up at the intimidating man, "w-what?"

He sighs softly, turning his warm gaze down towards your shocked face, "you weren't exactly subtle, cariño . Anyone could see how you felt just by how red and flustered you would get when I would stop by."

You gasp in embarrassment smacking him, "then why didn't you say anything?!"

He chuckles at your smack, gently taking your hand in his, deep in thought, "I wanted to. You have no idea how much I did. How many times I came close to snapping and just kissing that frown off of your face. It nearly drove me mad."

You gently traced the scars littering his hand and fingers, frowning sadly, "Then... Why didn't you?"

He growls lowly in frustration, "so many times I worked up the nerve to tell you and then something would happen. Something that would remind me that you didn't deserve to be dragged into this world. That... I couldn't drag you down with me."

Huffing you glare up at the man, "that wasn't your choice to make. I wanted to be with you! I already am more involved now and that's with you never telling me how you felt. I could have... I could... "

"Could have what," he presses.

"I could have saved you," you whisper brokenly.

He sighs, a growl in his voice, "I didn't need saving."

You growl back, "bullshit! Can you look me in the eyes and tell me straight out that you don't regret a single miniscule thing about how everything went down? Nothing at all?"

His eyes narrowed as he met your glare with one of his own, " cariño ..."

"You can't, can you? If I was able to... I would have done anything... Risked everything, to keep you with me. Even risk exposing my gift to just spend one more moment with you!" You tell, choking back tears as he just stares at you stunned. 

You furiously rub your eyes, sobbing, "you big... handsome... Self righteous jerk! You weren't the only one who lost everything during that explosion! I lost one of my closest friends and I lost the man I loved to anger and pride! I didn't even get the chance to tell you how I felt! Do you know how much that killed me inside? Knowing I don't ever get to hear your laugh or see your teasing grin? That I never again would get to feel your hand on my head or feel your warmth when you would wrap me in a comforting hug when things got too much?!"

He stared shocked at you as you continued with a shaky sob, "do you know what it felt like to hear them all call the person I loved and knew was a good guy a traitor? Blame it all on you? Do you know how much that killed me! Now knowing that you have been alive all this time lurking in the shadows while I went on believing I will never get the chance to tell you that... I fucking love you, Gabriel Reyes. Damn it."

Gabriel slowly enveloped you in his strong embrace, just like how he used to, and gently whispered comforting words in your ear as you cried. A part of you was shocked that he was soothing you instead of snarling in your face right now for raising your voice to him. He gently stroked your h/c hair, whispering gently.

"Lo siento cariño ," he soothes, pressing gentle kisses to your tear stained cheeks.

He presses a firm but loving kiss to your trembling lips, " Yo también te amo ..."

Your Spanish was minimal at best but you swear you've heard something like that from him before. 

Flashing back to one night where you were so exhausted that you passed out on the couch in Gabriel's office. You were dozing in and out when you felt a warm hoodie cover you like a blanket, still smelling like him as he gently smoothes your hair back away from your face. You feel him lean down to press a soft kiss to your head before whispering softly.

"Te amo , y/n. Sleep well."

Flashing back to the present you feel tears I'm your eyes, pulling back to press soft loving kisses to his lips as you gasp, "you've told me all along and I never realized it."

Gabriel gives you a fond smile, kissing your nose gently, "I knew you weren't fully asleep yet, sneaky girl."

You laugh softly, pressing closer, "would you have me any other way, sir?"

The grin he gives you sets your blood on fire as he whispers hotly against your lips, "no chance in hell, Hermosa ."