[Title: Tale For Another Time}
(Reaper Male Reader)
Just a possible thing. Since Bloody is a urban legend, it only makes sense that the Reaper could be a fable

By (captatilized) is pronounced: Be

Bless this fucking game

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As he watched Nerissa walk away in the rain, Bigby turned back towards the apartment complex. This entire thing still didn't make complete sense to him, and it probably never would.

He started walking back, not caring about getting wet. Maybe he'd try to connect all the things together. He hadn't exactly had enough time to think over what Nerissa had been talking about, so being alone would be enough to let him try and do so.

Bigby opened the door, greeted by the usual sight of the sleeping guard. He sighed, making his way to the elevator. He could see the sticker with his name on it had been replaced with an actual name plate.

He went to open his door, prepared to find that lazy ass Colin, but was stopped when a pair of arms wrapped around him. Bigby, almost ready to attack, suddenly stopped when the voice rang out.

"You did it."

He turned around, finding a slightly taller male looking at him with a soft and light smile. Decked out in black, a simple long coat over it all, two tattoos adorned him. One of a skull on his face, another of a scythe on his hand.

"(M/n)." Bigby said. He'd seen the Fable around more with all of the killings that had happened, especially around him. The two made conversation many times before.

Before, being mostly when Bigby at all those others. He didn't want to get into details on how close he'd gotten to the other Fable...

"Just saw off Toad and TJ, right?" Bigby nodded, and opened the door. "Going to give that gift soon?" He asked. "Sooner or later, yeah." Bigby responded.

"I've got things to do, so I'll-"

"Still confused, aren't you."

Bigby froze a bit. "It's alright. Not all of us are, some are trying to forget it, some are just glad it's ended. But I know you too well by now, By. You'll stop at nothing to figure this out."

Bigby sighed. "Why don't you come in?" They could hear Colin snoring away. "How about we stay in mine for a bit instead?" He didn't argue. (M/n) had a better apartment than he did anyways.

He closed the door, and followed.

Making their way to (M/n)'s, he opened the door and let Bigby in first. "There's whiskey in the liquor cabinet, and the baths is there if you need it. Which you do, urgently!" Bigby let out a scoffing laugh at that.

But, he wouldn't argue to a nice warm bath with some whiskey.

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Bigby grabbed his shirt, buttoning it up. Ready to put on his pants, only in his boxers at the moment, he felt a light kiss being placed on his neck.

"I know what your going to do."

"What?"

"You're going to go leave and try to find this out."

"...fuck..."

"Heh. By. Let me tell you something."

Bigby rolled his eyes, turning to look at him. "And what is it you need to tell me?" He asked, raising his eyebrow as he crossed his arms.

"Well, my Big Bad Wolf." (M/n) walked closer towards Bigby and pushed him onto the bed almost gently, yet somehow demanding as well. He placed a chaste kiss onto his rough lips, holding Bigby by his waist.

As (M/n) pulled away, he already began to unbutton Bigby's shirt, and smiled. He spoke in a husky voice, barely having to alter his usual tone anyways.

"That is a tale for another time."

Perhaps he was right. To dwell on and try to unravel something of such insignificant now, was meaningless.

And to do that, would be another tale all in itself.

Bigby let out a half-hearted sigh, before pulling the other Fable down for another kiss that would quickly ensue into more heated activities. (M/n) was correct, and of course, a break would be good too.

The two had a very relaxing, and happy night.

Of course, as happy as the lovers were, it was unfortunate for the neighbors of (M/n). The walls were paper thin after all~