Can you do a little prompt where Reaper tries to kill reader, but she isn't phrased and she just flirts with him? And she uses this to throw him off guard? "How tall are you?" "Oh my god you're so funny!"
You didn't hear him enter your house in the dead of night. How could you? He slipped through the house like a spectre, black mist gently grazing the wood floor surface. You were part of overwatch, and he was going to end you.
You were in your room, getting ready for bed. You had just hopped out the shower and put on pajamas. Your cat was snuggled up on her pillow beside yours. That’s when you heard it, a slight clicking behind you. The sound of a gun cocking. You raise your hands above your head.
“Turn around, Kinsley.” You turn, but a puzzled look forms on your face before morphing into pure glee. He was monstrous, the black cloak of night swarming him, his voice was guttural, and the mask was absolutely frightening.
“That’s not my name but you can call me anything you’d like to, handsome.” Reaper paused, cocking his head to the side. Alarm running through him
You weren’t Kinsely, the engineer who had trained under (or over. Heh short joke) Torbjorn. You were younger, too young to work with overwatch, but old enough to be on your own.
Not only that, you had called him handsome. What the hell is even that?
He growled, sombra must’ve given him the wrong address to fuck with him. But she made sure… No he was going to probe you for information. You had to know where she was.
“Then where is she?” He pushed the gun further into you, the barrel poking your chest. You just stood, looking puzzled.
“I don’t know who that is. I’m YN LN.” You respond and shrug, side stepping the gun, throwing him off guard.
“But I’d like to get to know you.” You sing, getting close up to him, gazing at his red eyes through the mask.
He stepped back in shock. But you step closer.
“You do realise I could kill you, right?” He threatens, but he didn’t really want to. Not if you weren’t on his list and certainly not if you couldn't help him find people on his list. But you don’t need to know that. Reaper didn't know how to get out of this… Situation. He continues stepping back.
“I know, I like a bad boy.” You say, until he is against the wall. He turns into mist, floating around you, to get out of the corner you trapped him in. The guns were gone.
“OH AND YOU HAVE POWERS. UGH YES!” You clapped, absolutely thrilled that he managed to
“For the love of christ. This isn’t a game-” He pinched the bridge of his mask, but it didn’t seem to phase you. At all.
“I know I know, that’s what makes you and this situation so hot. What’s your name?” You ask, Approaching again, you clasp your hands together, smiling from ear to ear.
“... Reaper.” He wasn't going to shake you easily, fuck it. He needs a break. You offer for him to sit down on your bed, legs hanging off the side, his clunky boots on the rug on the floor. The galaxy blankets seem soft. You sit in front of him, legs crossed.
“And an edgy name!” You lean on him.
“What, is that a problem? Is it too edgy for you?”
“No. Its sexy. Though I doubt it’s your real name.” He tilt your head.
“You aren’t getting that, princess.” He fiddled with his hands, obviously not knowing what to do with himself.
“How tall are you?” You interrupt, him, crossing your arms, eyeing him from head to toe.
“… Six foot one. Six foot three with the boots… I guess.” He scratches the back of his head.
You chuckle, clutching his hand
“Ohhh! You are tall! What other powers do you have?” You ask, absolutely enamoured by him.
“Uh… I teleport. Too.” He says, your cat climbing onto his lap.
“Oh, is that how you got in here? And I hope you aren’t allergic. She is really friendly and an attention goh.” you say, finding it cute how your cat seems to like playing with his buckles.
He nods, “... Yeah. There are very few things I can’t get through.” He says, the cat butting its head against hand. He hasn’t had down time in a while. This actually feels nice, despite you being a little nutty.
You genuinely seemed interested in him, which made him feel… Normal.
“Reaper come in.” It was Akande, he suppressed the need to growled.
You watched him bicker to himself. You figured he had an earpiece in and you just couldn't see it.
He sighed and stood, picking up your cat.
"You have to go, I take it."
"You can come back anytime." You say with a sad smile standing up to take your cat from him. You give his mask a little kiss. He pulls back, taking the time to process what he said.
And he was out the door and into the night.
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