#ramborambles

She was lounging on her couch, curled up underneath a blanket reading another magic book by firelight. Comfortable after a day full of healing and helping others, she glanced over as the door rattled on its hinges. There was a storm going on right now, and she was curled up with the fire in the fireplace. The door rattled again, and she glanced over at it again, narrowing her eyes for a moment. This wasn’t normal, even for storm weather.

She shifted, reaching for her wand, and holding onto it, pointed at the door as it rattled again. The door burst open with a flurry of cold and rain, as in stumbled her partner in crime, the Soldier.  Over his shoulder was the headless Reaper. “Where is his head?”

“In a bag on my back. Where can I put him? The alchemist got to him.”

“That table over there please.” She pointed over to her operating table, and stood up, wrapping herself in a house coat. Moving over to close the door, she locks it and then moved over with the Soldier who’s gaunt face was staring at her with unwavering anxiousness.

She glanced over the pumpkin looking for damage. There was nothing, and that was good. She reached inside and relit the candle, and left the pumpkin at the head of the corpse. “Come on Soldier, come dry off and warm up next to the fire. Thank you for bringing him back to me.” She said softly, gently pulling him towards the fire and conjuring up a towel for the Soldier to dry off with. He sat down on the floor in front of the fire, toweling his hair after removing his jacket to set it up on the chair there.

“Where did you find him?” she asked softly as she curled up under her blanket again, carefully watching the man who was drying off in her living room.

“He was laying in a prison. They were talking about cremating him, without another thought. I’m on every wanted list now for freeing him. But he’s a good man, even if he’s the headless horseman.” Soldier rubbed across his face.

“How is the enchantment on you holding up Soldier?” She smiled at his answer, before she shifted and conjured another blanket.

“Well enough. I appreciate the help. It’s...making it easier to get through the days. When can I fade away?”

“Soon. I promise. We’re nearly done, and we can all rest.” The Witch, letting her illusion around her body fall, revealing the older woman who looked very tired. The Soldier, sure he was dry, moved over to her and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her towards her bedroom, laying her down on her bed, moving back to the living, only to be stopped by a hand around his wrist.

“Stay with me tonight? It’s cold, and you’re...warm.” She asked softly.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew that it was a bad idea. But she had given him extra time on earth, and he owed her a lot. And deep down, he loved her, just like he had when they had been young teenagers together. He stripped down to his boxers, before he slipped in the bed next to her, holding her close to his unbeating heart.

Prompt: Did you just hiss at me?

“Did you just hiss at me?” Gabriel’s voice was incredulous as he regarded Jack. 

The Naga looked surprised, before he looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry Gabriel I didn’t mean to. I just… It’s been raining a lot and it’s making me cranky.” Jack replied, as he curled up on himself making himself a tight ball of scales, coils and naga. He was unbelievably embarrassed. He had never ever hissed at Gabriel like that in the months they had been fooling around like this. 

But that day, the Satyr had entered his cave in just the wrong way and Jack had hissed at him. 

Reaper76 drabble I wrote on the bus while traveling to and from work. Based on @sessomesmaru‘s artwork found here. Couldn’t help it as I really loved the art, and had to get this outta my system. 

Pain was his friend, it was his constant companion. Even his dreams were filled with pain. Every shift and move reminded him that he was captive and being tortured for information. He was laughing at them, slowly descending more into a role of madness, spitting blood at them, giving them false information.

He was chained to the wall and laughing. One of his tormentors came in, looking down at the bruised and beaten Strike Commander. “What’s so funny Morrison?”

“He’s going to kill you.” The sing song tone was enough to set the guard’s teeth on edge. “He’s coming for me, and he’s going to be sooooo pissed you touched what is his…” Jack dissolved into laughter, cackling as he looked up at the man, blue eyes unfocused and mad.

“Who is he Morrison? Who do you think is coming to save you?”

“The Reaper.”

Gabriel ran through the plan in his head again, but kept getting distracted. That damn video kept playing over and over in his mind. Jack, tied, on his knees, hands behind his back, body a mass of bruises and cuts...and his face...that perfect poster boy face, swollen and pulled back by a claw gag to force him to smile. He hadn’t even heard the words from the video he had been so consumed with the image before him.

He shook, trying to focus. But something, a small voice in the back of his head, spoke quietly, barely heard over the screaming of panic in his mind. How dare someone touch what is yours? Murder them all and take back what is yours.

As he focused on that voice, the screaming stopped. He knew what he had to do. Moving towards the drop ship, Ana and McCree stepped up next to him to board the ship with him. “No matter what you hear, do not follow me. Do you understand me McCree?”

“Aye boss. I’m jus’ here to fly the ship. It’s Amari that’s providing yer support.” Gabriel turned his gaze to Ana who shrugged. “I won’t interfere unless necessary. One person can get in there a lot easier. Just….be careful. The only important mission objective is rescuing Jack. Bring our boy home Reyes.”

“I’ll bring him home. Don’t worry about that account.”

Gabriel was a force to be reckoned with as he tore through the base. There was no mercy. His skull mask sat on his face like an old familiar friend. He growled, snarled, and his shotguns rounded out the cacophony of sounds. The death keens of the men around him were just an added bonus. He left death in his wake, just like his call sign, and once he was down in the pits of the base, he flipped the infra red on his mask. “Kill the lights to the building Ana.”

Once that was gone, he looked around giving a soft whisper. “I’m coming Jackie. Hold on.”

When the lights went out Jack started laughing hard. The guard kicked him in the side to get him to stop but it didn’t stop him. “He’s coming….to kill you….” the sing song tone that accompanied his words put the guard on edge, and prompted him to haul the door open to try and flee only to be met face to face with the skull mask and a shotgun barrel.

“Your time is up.” Gabriel’s deep filtered voice rang out before the guard’s face just ceased to exist. Dropping his gun he ran forward to wrap his arms around Jack.

“You came...I knew you would…” Jack said softly, leaning against him.

“I’ll always come for you Jack. Always.” He whispered, pulling the mask off so that they leaned cheek to cheek for a moment. “Come on, let’s go home.”

You wanna know who’s fault this is? @disteal

I’m pretty easy to persuade to do this kinda thing. Would likely be a one shot, and would be fun. 

As for the pairing. There’s so many interesting dynamics. Old hardened vet of the force with the newbie (Dva76/McReyes), the two grizzled, tired, and cynical old vets (Reaper76) Or just all around fuckery (Uprising event OW team). Would likely tackle it with Dva76, because of the new skin.

Short little snippet. Beta is giving it another look over, and then I’ll be posting it!

A short rest and flask refill later, they left the bonfire. Helmets back on they headed towards the tall tower in the distance. They were back to fighting hollows. After the fight with Gundyr these were a joke. Moving with the sure steps of trained warriors they cut through every hollow they found. That path ended at a set of stairs. They ventured upwards. At the top was a dimly lit throne room.