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Day 3: Superstition - Broken mirrors

“No mires”

“Why?”

“Bad luck vaquero”

[shriveledshipperheart]

McReyes Fall Break Day 3: Superstition

Apparently there is a superstition that if a candle goes out “for no reason” it’s because a ghost did it. So we can blame Reaper for this one as he watches over McCree.

Had to make some adjustments because my camera is not the greatest, especially for really dark objects. I thought about inking the outlines in black and uploading the negative, but my brain doesn’t think in reverse so I did this the inefficient way.

[holoscout]

DAY ONE - MASKS im 2 days late but i dont give a damn

[thedeathsoldiercowboy]

Returning Home

A/N:  Day 2- Cryptids/Creatures.    (AO3)

Jesse wakes to a dimly lit room, feeling processing faster than sight.  It’s cold and his body, especially his head, throbs and aches.  He shivers, hissing at the pain the movement elicits.  Hands curl into fists and muscles scream at the tension, but it minimizes the motion.  

After awhile, he finds that his body has become more accustomed to the chill.  There’s still the involuntary shudders, the longing for warmth, but he allows his fatigued muscles some rest, focuses instead on the way the springs of the mattress are digging into his back.  

It’s nothing he’s not used to.  He hasn’t had a decent bed since-  no.  He shakes his head.  It’s best not to remember.

His eyes settle on the ceiling, trying to make out the lines of stone, when suddenly the sound of footsteps catches his ears.  The pattern of the footfall...was familiar.  He frowns.

Jesse tries to sit up, arms shaking with the strain, shoulder shooting pain like a  lightning striking.  The world spins, black dots consuming his vision.  He forgets to breathe.  

A hand pushes against his chest, gently.  It takes him several seconds to process that he’s laying down, again.

“Wha-”

“Shhh, Jessito,”  a gravelly, yet tender voice speaks from the darkness.  “I’m here.”

Jesse furrows his brows, confused.  He has to be dreaming, because the only person who ever called him that was-

“G-Gabe?”  

He tries to twist back up, but the hand pushes, again- firmer this time. 

“Settle down. You’re in no condition to be moving right now.”  

He registers the familiar rough fabric of a glove brushing against his cheek, and the tickling of a sleeve, much softer, like velvet.  He can’t help but lean into it.  It’s been a long time since anyone’s gotten close enough to touch him, especially like this, even in his dreams.

“You trespassed onto the Witch’s land,” the voice says.   “I found you unconscious in the forest.  The blood,” the form gestures, ”is what made me discover you.  Someone hit you pretty damn hard, hunter.  But they must not have wanted you dead.”  The thumb brushes lightly, and Jesse winces as it makes contact with a fresh bruise.  “I’m glad,”

“Gabe...is it really you?”  Jesse peers up at the shape.  

The figure moves, and the light finally hits just right.  He widens his eyes.

“It is.  Though...I no longer go by that name.”

“What...,” he swallows.  “What happened?  I thought-  this ain’t a dream, is it?”

Reaper shakes his head.  “Not a dream.  A nightmare perhaps.  But not one any of us can wake from.”

There’s a sigh, and then Reaper is looking off, staring at the wall, a frown plastered on his face.  

“I’m not sure what exactly happened, after we got separated on that mission.  I just remember...dirt.  So much of it.  I clawed my way out.  Never thought I’d reach the surface.  When I finally made it, the world was too bright, too much.  It hurt.  And then...,”  he swallows, and even in the dark Jesse can make out the way his hand trembles.  

“They were on me.  I was too weak, too overwhelmed to fight.  They brought me here, to this castle, and the Witch...she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

Eyes, now red, instead of the warm brown he was used to, gaze into his own.

“I wanted to go find you so badly.  But it took me so long to learn to control my...urges.  I didn’t want to hurt you, mi amor.”  A hand reaches out, again, brushing lightly.  “And I didn’t want them to hurt you, either.”  

Jesse can feel the contained rage, can sense it in the tension of the hand against his skin.  He reaches up, gently captures it in his own, rubs his thumb against the gloved fingers in reassurance, and hopes that is enough as he listens.

It must be, because he feels the way he seems to soften, again.  

“So I kept my distance, kept track of you for years.  You’ve made me proud, Jesse,” Reaper smiles.  And Jesse can feel the tears prickling.  He blinks to keep them back, but even through his blurred vision, he can tell Reaper’s eyes mirror his own. 

“I thank G-,” he chokes, tightens a fist.  And then Jesse’s latching onto his arm, dragging the vampire down until his head is pressed against his aching chest.  He combs through the hair, grown-out longer than he ever remembers it being, and feels the way the man he loved, usually so strong and composed, trembles against him.

“Shhh, pumpkin.  I know.”  He closes his eyes, continues the soothing motion, then lets out a soft chuckle as he thinks.  “You know, I could do without these injuries and all, but I’m glad it brought me back to you.  It’s funny how fate works, but after all these years,  I’ve finally found my way back home.”

"Mmm I have to agree with that sentiment.”

They lay in silence for several minutes, Reaper’s ear pressed to his heart, like he used to do, when they shared the same bed.  When they shared a life together.  

Jesse is the one to break the silence, to shatter the found moment, so much like a long-lost memory.  “Do they know I’m here?”

Reaper tenses, then shakes his head.  “Not yet.  But I can’t keep your presence hidden forever.  As soon as you are well, you’ll need to-”

“No.  I ain’t leaving without you.”

Reaper sighs.  There’s the stubborn hunter he’d fallen for.  

“Jesse, I can’t.  I can’t just-”

“We’ll find a way.  I ain’t givin’ up on you, and I ain’t lettin’ you go when I just got you back, you hear?  Besides,” he says, “I know you’d do the same for me.”

Reaper raises his head and looks him dead in the eye.  “You may be right.  But we better come up with one damn good plan.  We only have one chance at this.”

The corner of Jesse’s mouth quirks up.  “Well, it’s a good thing I have the world’s best tactician at hand.  But before we get to all that brainstormin’, you happen to have a smoke anywhere, sweetpea?”

Reaper smiles, hesitating for just a second before pressing a kiss to the man's cheek.  “Stay put.  I still have the last pack you gave me back in my quarters.”

He gently and half-reluctantly pushes himself up and away, and Jesse watches, as much as the darkness allows, as the man he loves slips away.  This time, he hopes, only for a few minutes.

‘Lord,’ he silently prays, for the first time in so many years, ‘if this is a dream, let me never wake up.  Let me never leave his side, again.’ 

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McReyes Fall Break Prompts

Hello! Welcome to McReyes Fall Break!

This event will be one of a series of four this year, one for each season: Spring Break, Summer Break, Fall Break, and Winter Break. Rules and FAQ can be found in the sidebar and the information tab!

The event begins on Sunday, October 15th, and lasts till Saturday, October 21st!

There will also be a bonus day on October 22nd! Surprise!

Prompts:

Here is the list of prompts, selected via polling, and a few examples to go with them! Of course, you’re free to put your own spin on each if you like!

Day 1: Masks

Examples: The Reaper’s mask, Vigilante/Mystery man masks, battle helmets, masking emotions, masking romantic feelings, etc.

Day 2: Cryptids/Creatures

Examples: Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, monster hunters, mothman sightings, etc.

Day 3: Superstition

Examples: Black cats, mariposa de muerte, owls, jack’o’lanters, candles, etc.

Day 4: Midnight

Examples: Transformations, full moons, the end of a day, late night kisses, late night walks, crossroads, etc.  

Day 5: Abandonment

Examples: Betrayal, Jesse leaving Blackwatch, the Reaper leaving Talon, lonliness, runaways, abandonment issues, etc.

Day 6: Festivals

Examples: Dia De Los Muertos, Halloween parties, haunted houses, Halloween balls, pumpkin festivals, corn mazes, etc.

Day 7: Sweater Weather

Examples: Warm clothes, sharing clothes, hot chocolate, blankets, hand holding, fall colors, etc.  

Bonus Day: Bedtime Routine

Examples: Shared showers, pillow talk, snuggling, reading books, lullabies, etc.

[Edit: Sorry for the mix-up everyone!! Proper dates are up now!]

[pen99]

Day1- “Masks”

Jesse has something he really shouldn’t...

(a day late... but better than never)

[confessionsofasexytorturedmage]

Day 2: Cryptids/Creatures

just a bit of fun

[confessionsofasexytorturedmage]

Mcreyes Fall Break -Bonus Day: Bedtime Routine

whatever makes you sleep at night

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