#⁍ he jests at scars that never felt a wound. ( headcanon. )

[mercuryxbullet]

( ooc. ) tag dump.

[zenyattayatta]

I've seen so many Monster asks and since you have request open maybe you could make Reaper, Soldier 76 and Hanzo with a witch s/o headcanons? :D

A/N: I decided to take a different approach and made this a bit more fantasy fiction as well as not using the Halloween event skins. Also, I’m not very familiar with the types of witches so I looked some of these up. Hope this is alright!

Send your requests here. (Requests are currently closed as I’m getting through the ones I have.)

Reaper

Spirit / Hedge Witch

He was a lost spirit of vengeance when you came across him. Originally, having thought it was an animated scarecrow due to his pumpkin head.

Though, the energy you could feel from him was anything but a simple being.

He tried his hardest to scare you away from the woods but you would not be deterred. Wanting to help him from the start.

It all came down to one moment. When you pursued him instead, sweat on your brow as you placed an enchantment that linked you to him.The emotions of his soul rushed through you. His pain was now yours as you absorbed the negative energy he harvested.

A pang of sadness hit your chest, tears welling in your eyes feeling the pain of the man in front of you. “Why?” You sobbed while he watched you fall to your knees. Wisps of his body seeped from his robes as he saw the sadness in your eyes. His sadness. The hurt that tore him apart and kept him on this earth. “Why did they do this to me?” You’d cry, voice rasp with emotion. “The witch, why would she not let me die?” He watched you cry, wailing what his heart could never portray in this form.

After that, he visited you without malicious intent. Watching as you went on with your daily spells and activities without much thought at his presence.

In time you felt his soul grow lighter. The resentment and pain began to fade as you offered him your healing magic the best you could.

“I can free you, you know.” You spoke, turning the pages of your spell book. “I…I can undo the spell the other witch has placed on you. Set your soul free from this earth.” The Reaper, as he told you to call him, paused. His pumpkin head remained as passive as ever but you could feel him contemplate your words. “If you do,” He began, “I won’t be able to be with you.” The response left you shook. A silent hum of understanding as you both left the topic at that.

Hanzo Shimada

Dragon/ Green Witch

Dragons were creatures that could not be tamed.

You, however, had this particular dragon at the twirl of your finger. Yet, it was not magic that made him do your bidding.

When you had moved into his lands, he began to keep a wary eye on you. Though, when he saw the magic your performed. You left him in awe.

You healed the others that inhabited his lands, blessed the lands to be more fruitful and offered help to any who needed without asking anything in return.

When he first met you in person he was nervous. In his time, he’s met and seen many witches but none to kind such as you. Yet, you welcomed him in without any questions an

“Ah, you must be the dragon that protects these lands.” You smile, pushing the door aside for him. The dragon is hesitant before stepping inside your small estate. Plants and crystals lie scattered along the tables and windowsills and he can feel the warm magic they radiate. “I was making some tea. Would you like some?” He nods and you smile pouring an extra cup. “Alright then, how may I help you?”

He asked for a simple salve, something to keep his scale from chafing while flying. You provide it for him, blessing the salve with a spell so its properties worked much stronger.

You asked for nothing in return instead for him to join you for tea when he has the chance. A glowing smile and a gentle hand over his had him blushing out a yes.

He returned immediately the next day.

Soldier 76

Zombie / Solitary Witch

Soldier had taken residence with you when you had saved him from an incident with the townsfolk.

His arm, although torn completely off, wiggled in his grasp as you started at strange undead man at your doorstep.

You asked how he knew of you and he said the townsfolk spoke of you. He offered you his vigilance and protection in exchange for your healing services. Reluctantly, you obliged and since then he has followed you from town to town.

Like any other time, whether the townsfolk took well to you was rare. Soldier often having to patrol your current lodgings for attacks from outsiders.

When it did come to it, he was skilled in battle as you were in magic. Though, it did not mean he always came out without a  wound or two.

However, your magic was versatile. You knew the ways of a white witch and those of the dark but strayed from remaining in a certain spectrum. With your knowledge you could heal his physical body and mend his eternal soul from leaving it.

Over time he grew to be more than just a bodyguard. He grew to care more intensively at your well-being and you his.

“You must be more careful, Jack.” You muttered at the pale corpse. “I can keep you here but if this body gets too destroyed, I don’t know what would happen.” You shoot him a look. “I don’t want to have to go grave digging.” He snorted at the notion, saying this was his original body and any other would not do. The light of your magic fades as you finish your incantation. A giggle escapes you as you brush the unruly hairs on his head down. “I know, I know, I jest.” You stop to place a hand on his cheek. “It be a pity, really. This body has some pretty attractive scars.”

If the dead could blush, he would be as red as a cherry.