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Memories

(( Hi there! It’s been forever since I posted, it’s three in the morning, and here’s some angsty Reaper shit because I love to Suffer))

((I may do a part two if y’all like this, so feel free to tell me if you think I should continue this mess or not))

How long had it been?

How long had it been since he had been comfortable? Felt like he was actually stable enough to pick something up? Gabriel didn’t know. Everything was a haze. Memories had a tendency to bleed together when your brain didn’t seem to stay in tact for more than a few minutes at a time. 

The Reaper often had a hard time remembering who he had once been. Beyond snatches of blue eyes, fragments of yelling at someone, and an annoyance he could never be rid of, but never hated... It was emotions mostly, things tied to situations but never the context to match them with. He couldn’t put together anything coherent enough to call a backstory. 

Once he had known what he was doing, at the beginning of everything he had been sharp, dangerous as any other vengeful wraith. 

At least, that was what Talon told him. 

He hadn’t always been such a fucking mess, he hadn’t always had to ask what his name had once been. But according to the scientists that seemed to constantly hover about him, he was fading. His mind was becoming more and more scrambled as time went on. He no longer felt anger, he no longer remembered why he had become part of Talon, only that it was important. 

And he guessed that it was important, it kept him rooted in Talon anyways. He had long since stopped fighting, stopped ignoring orders or making snarky retorts to things he was told to do. Widowmaker, the woman who worked beside him most of the time had told him this, more than once. But once again, he couldn’t remember.

A faint sense of familiarity was usually all he had. Whether he was listening to Sombra and Widowmaker bicker about something, or the smell of sand and hot air... Sometimes things had him wondering where he’d experienced something similar. Sure he didn’t need to breathe, but sometimes he found himself inhaling just for the sake of some scent that caught his attention, air rattling around in his useless lungs before he would give up. 

Often times he didn’t have any sort of time to connect the fragments, to let the coalesce into something he could recognize. They remained a frustrating jumble that he couldn’t understand, like the tangles of wires he often saw Sombra picking at or messing with. 

It was the air again. The heat blazing against his jacket, the sand getting caught in everything, Gabriel could feel it getting caught everywhere. Something about it scratched at the back of his mind, it definitely wasn’t the first time he’d been stuck in the heat with something to do. The weird part was that there was no urgency in whatever he was ‘remembering’. It was just, calm. Which was an odd change from what he usually dealt with. 

“Where the hell did you go anciano?” Sombra’s voice came over the coms, snapping Reaper out of his muddled thoughts as he let out a displeased growl. 

“Get off my back, shut your mouth, and do something useful.” Reaper hissed out, he felt part of his face melt away into smoke as soon as he was finished. His comment earned a stifled laugh, it seemed almost patronizing. As it was, he tuned Sombra out, instead focusing on the mission at hand. 

Overwatch had been poking around again, showing a bit more and more to the eye of the public. Something about the name elicited disgust and betrayal from Reaper. Why? He couldn’t be sure, but he was going to follow what his superiors told him and actually get some shit done. 

“I’ve got a visual on Overwatch.” He had found a place lurking in the shadows. He melted into them once he had spoke. Letting his physical form go was getting distressingly easy. The wraith didn’t think about it though, instead focusing on the group that had come into view. They hadn’t caught sight of the Talon operatives yet, but Gabriel knew that he and the other two would be hard to shake. 

His gaze found one person in particular, one that seemed to stand out from the others. Mostly because the guy actually seemed to blend into the scene, softer colors and the hat to match. The rest stood out horribly against the background of the heat and sand. 

The Talon agent was about to make a move of some variety when he saw one of the Overwatch members move quickly. Within a second a bow had come up, an arrow had been loosed, and the team scattered. He heard a sound of discomfort over the coms before a thick french accent met his ears. 

“We’ve been spotted.” Widow’s tone was laced with disgust, and Reaper let out an equally disgusted scoff as he materialized once more. 

“Next time find a better place to lurk, if we loose them because of you-” Reaper was cut off by the click of someone cocking a gun right behind him. The wraith didn’t have much to fear, but the fact that someone had managed to get behind him with a weapon without him noticing in the slightest... It bothered him. 

“Either drop your weapons or I shoot you.” The voice behind him was cold, gruff, and for some reason it had Reaper frowning, trying to retrieve a memory that hovered just out of his grasp. 

“I said drop ‘em, last chance scumbag.” The man behind the Reaper growled out. The wraith let his shotguns clatter from his hands. It wasn’t like he was unarmed, but he was sure whoever had snuck up on him had no idea about that. 

He turned slowly, leather creaking as he moved. Reaper needed to actually see who had taken him by surprise. 

When he turned fully, he froze. 

At first he didn’t know why, it was just the man he had taken note of earlier. But as a moment slipped by, A name flashed through his mind. 

Jesse

He didn’t know what the significance was. His brows knitting together in a scowl as he struggled for the memory that still kept slipping away. Sure the guy was pointing a revolver directly at his face, but Reaper had priorities, and anything that could give him any clue as to who he once was... That was far more valuable to him than any mission. He needed to know he had a life before Talon. Otherwise he was starting to wonder more and more if they had created him. And as much as it made more sense to him over time, he didn’t want it to be true. Some desperate part of him clung to the hope that he may have once been human. 

“C’mon boss, you can’t be that determined to work yourself to death.”

The laugh flitted through his thoughts like some sort of wild thing. For some reason the comment nobody had directed at him at that moment had him stifling an exasperated huff. Reaper recoiled a bit though, something told him that what was bubbling to the surface of his mind had everything to do with the man that stood directly in front of him.

“Who the hell are you?” It was a low hiss from behind his mask. A plume of black smoke went with it. His brain argued that he knew already, and he was just asking a stupid question. That was absurd, he didn’t know McCree at all. 

Hold on, where had that come from?

Reaper was having some sort of mental fucking whiplash, his mind racing as red irises bore into the man he faced down. He hadn’t made any move for his shotguns, and the other man still hadn’t dropped his weapon, but they hadn’t killed each other yet, so there was that at least. 

Someone was talking to him over his coms as he watched Jesse. He had decided that was probably the other man’s name. It was the name that kept ricocheting around in his mind after all, so something about that had to be important. 

“I could ask you the same thing, who’s behind the mask? Who’s this big bad Reaper everyone’s been talkin’ ‘bout.” Jesse muttered, advancing a couple of steps on the leather clad figure as Reaper frowned. 

“Head’s up, big bad commander Morrison is gonna have another hissyfit. I’d bet Peacekepper he’ll come lookin’ for you to remind you I’m a shitty teenager.”

A low laugh rumbled in his chest as he watched a lanky young man drop into one of the chairs in front of his desk, hat falling low on his brow as he slung long legs over the arm of the chair.

Reaper shook himself a bit. That was... an actual memory. It wasn’t just incoherent emotions tossed into the abstract hell that his mind had become over the years. 

“Jesse?”

He hadn’t meant to speak at all. Hell, any other time and he would have already pulled a gun and blasted this guy’s skull open. But something stopped him. Something in his mind screamed not to hurt the other man, hell, all of his instincts told him to protect the fucker that had a gun pointed directly at his face. 

The man faltered at the name though, confusion flittering across his face as he shifted his grip on the weapon, before it was pulled right back up again, eyes narrowing under the brim of his hat. It was the same hat Reaper remembered. But that wasn’t right... Jesse was some scrawny kid, not, this...

Wait how did he know that?

“Yeah, you know my name, big fuckin’ whoop.” The other man snapped, squaring his shoulders as he glared Reaper down fearlessly. 

Reaper caught the glint of metal out of the corner of his eye, gaze drifting down to the other man’s free hand. It was a prosthetic, metal catching the light that filtered down between the buildings. 

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, just keep talking to me kid, we’re going to get you out of here.” Panic clutched at his chest. He needed to make sure Jesse was safe. The young man’s blood stained his shirt from where his arm had been ripped off by the explosion. 

“It ain’t worth it Gabe.” Jesse’s voice was a slurred mumble against Gabriel’s sleeve, his eyes were dazed, unfocused and glassy. 

“You’re going to be fine, don’t talk like that.” Gabriel snapped, desperation clawed at him, reminding him of the building that had come down partially on their heads, was there even a way out?

Jesse

It hit him like a hammer to the gut. Memories seemed to blind him for a moment. The kid that had stuck to his side like an overenthusiastic burr. The one he had taken in, cared for. He had dried Jesse’s tears, been there when the young man needed him, he’d been a mentor, a father, for the kid who would have been dead in a ditch by the time he was twenty. 

He knew this guy, he knew the person standing in front of him better than he had known himself at one point. 

“It’s a shame you don’t recognize me, cabròn.” There was an urge to hug the other man, pull his idiot cowboy close to his chest just for the sake of the closeness he remembered. Remembered being the astonishing thing there. He actually remembered this guy, he remembered the relationship they had once had, long nights spent pouring over paperwork with Jesse snoozing away in his lap. He recalled long nights spent with Jesse’s face in his shoulder when Jesse had nightmares about his family. 

The Spanish felt natural falling from his lips. It was his first language after all. Which he was only remembering at the moment. He had all sorts of little nicknames for Jesse, and a lot of them were Spanish. He even remembered teaching Jesse a few little things, phrases and whatnot. 

The other man seemed absolutely disarmed by the comment, blinking in surprise and scowling deeply as he glared Reaper down. 

“What’n the hell’re you blathering ‘bout?” He was still stubborn, still not backing down, even as Gabriel took a step forward, he didn’t have to be afraid of Jesse. He hadn’t been afraid of the other man in the first place, but he was especially unafraid at that point. 

Without thinking, Gabriel raised a hand to his face. The metal of his gauntlet caught against the edges of his mask before he peeled the skull from his face. He never took the mask off outside the Talon base, he wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to. The taller man let the mask drop to the ground, red irises locking with shocked brown. Jesse recoiled violently, nearly dropping Peacekeeper as his wide eyes fixed on the wraith. 

“Gabriel?”

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The Ghost and a Soldier

(( A little roleswap thing I did for the heck of it! Figured I could post it even if it’s just slightly problematic emotional ))

The ex-commander staggered back, his shoulders hitting the wall as yet another blow was landed against his chest. He didn't know what it was about The Ghost, perhaps the unnatural forms the man could take, but he was too damn fast. Gabriel recovered quickly though, bringing an elbow up to elbow the cloaked figure in the throat. Or what he assumed was the other mans throat.

The mask his opponent wore seemed to mock him, red irises showing through the dark hollows of the masks eyes as the cloaked figure stumbled back. Gabriel could see why they called the other man the ghost, thanks to his dark gray coat he practically melted into the shadows, only to be seen when his gauntlets caught the light or when he showed the cold mask that he never seemed to take off.

Gabriel could only understand the mask, as he had his own tactical visor that hid most of his face, but that had multiple reasons. It wasn't just because his identity needed to be concealed. He also didn't need any rumors that the infamous Soldier was in any way related to the desceased Gabriel Reyes. Given the chance, he likely would have chosen a different name, but once he had started his vigilante work after everything had happened, the public had other plans. He wasn't going to correct them of course. So he just dealt with it.

However, what he needed to be dealing with at the moment was the fact that The Ghost had vanished again and he was left alone in the alley, for a moment, until he was kicked forward, sprawling across the asphalt and nearly ripping his hands open as he broke his fall with his arms. He heard heavy footsteps approaching him, and as he sensed the figure leaning over him, Gabriels grip on one of his shotgunds tightened. He waited until he could practically hear his opponents breathing before he spun onto his back.

He lashed out as he did so, his shotgun slamming across the other mans face, shattering his mask with a satisfying crack. Gabriel was quick to bring his legs up, before kicking out hard against the other mans abdomen and causing him to go flying backwards. That gave the vigilante a moment to dash the blood from his lip as he scrambled to his feet, aiming a shot at his target, only to have The Ghost vanish into smoke once more.

Instead the round sprayed against the asphalt, leaving deep gouges as Gabriel regained his composure, listening hard for any sign that his oponent was near.

He got it when he caught the sound of The Ghost materializing behind him. He turned quickly, one shotgun coming up to press under the other mans chin as a manic grin flashed over Gabriels face. He was well aware that it was probably more of a bloody grimace. But he had The Ghost in a position where if he even tried anything, Gabriel could paint the alley with his brains.

"Not so tough when you're at gunpoint eh, pendijo?" Gabriel was breathing heavily from the fight. But he stared triumphantly into the broken mask of the other man as he caught his breath. To his annoyance, the other man didn't respond to his taunting. Perhaps he had always been a bit more vocal than needed during fights. Hey, it came from his Blackwatch days.

"Neither are you Reyes." The gravel of the other mans voice broke the tense silence before Gabriel felt the cold metal of the other mans clawed gauntlet wrapping around his throat. Fuck! He had been too focused on his checkmate that he hadn't realized the other man had moved at all.

Before he could fire a shot, The Ghost melted away again, and Gabriel felt the hand shift around his throat, pressing tight to choke him as razor sharp claws nearly dug into his skin. The other man was nearly pressed to his back and Gabriel stiffened up in horror as he felt the cold against his back. That was another strange thing about The Ghost. He was unnaturaly cold and that bothered Gabriel probably more than it should have.

"What are you talking about? Gabriel Reyes is dead." Gabriel hissed as he felt the pressure on his airway. He was going to die choked by some inhuman asshole in a dark alley. That wasn't how he wanted to go!

"You're about to be." The snarl made Gabriel shudder as he struggled for air. He was going to pass out in a second if he didn't do something. There was metal digging into his neck and he could feel the blood sliding down the sides of his neck.

He managed to break out of The Ghosts grip, shoving him back and smashing the butt of his shotgun into the mans mask once more. There was another loud crack before a good sized piece of the white mask fell to the ground and Gabriel danced back a bit with a raised eyebrow.

"Loose something?" He raised his shotgun once more, ready to pull the trigger when the other man raised a clawed gauntlet to his mask. Curiosity won out as Gabriel took a half-step back.

"Ah, so now I get to see that ugly mug of yours huh?" Gabriel sneered, wiping the blood from his face as he took a couple of steps back, one shotgun still aimed at his adversary as he narrowed his eyes behind his tactical visor.

However, as the other man peeled the shattered remains of his mask from his face, Gabriel had definitely not been expecting a familiar face. Especially not the face of Jack fucking Morrison. The Overwatch poster boy and the man who had preached morality like it was going out of style.

"Dios mio-" Gabriel staggered back in shock, his eyes wide as he watched part of Jacks face melt away into wisps of dark smoke, it seemed like he couldn't keep himself in tact completely though. As soon that piece was back and others faded away. It was gruesome, seeing through Jacks skin to reveal teeth or muscle, and Gabriel couldn't look away.

"What the hell happened to you?" Gabriel didn't lower his shotgun. Even if it had been his own mother under the mask, The Ghost was still a threat. Old lover or not. Sure, they had their times before Jack was promoted and Gabriel was dusted off into the background, as if he wasn't good enough for the public eye. But The Ghost really was more of a problem than a lot of people realized. And as much as part of Gabriel wanted to just drop his weapons and hug Jack, he couldn't even be completely sure the man in front of him was Jack.

"You." Was the cold response as Jack took a couple of steps forward. Gabriel took a step back, his back hitting the wall behind him as he stiffened, bringing his other shotgun up to aim at Jack as well.

"I was too close to the explosion when the building came down, Angela found me. And... Well. This happened." Jack gestured to himself, leather of his jacket creaking as Gabriel eyed him silently. Something about the mans existence in general bothered Gabriel. There were many many reasons. But it was mostly the fact that he never should have been alive given the fact he was so close to the blast when everything went down.

"They told everyone you were dead." Gabriel snapped right back, staring into the eyes that had once been a stunning blue. They were no longer that color, instead a threatening black stared back at him, only broken by glowing red irises. It wasn't what he remembered at all.

"Well I'm not living either." Jack shrugged, closing the gap between them further as his lips pulled into a smirk, part of his cheek melting away to expose tendons and the other mans jaw, too many teeth grimaced at him and Gabriel felt himself balking. Even through a leather jacket and a thick hoodie, hood pulled up, he could still feel the cold rolling off of the other man. it wasn't right.

"You did this to me Gabriel, you tore everything apart, now look where we are. Two dead men fighting in an alley. Is this the glory you wanted? Hm?" Jacks voice was low and taunting as he stepped forward so the barrels of Gabriels shotguns pressed right to his chest. The Ghost held his hands out at his sides, raising an eyebrow as one of his eyes and part of his temple evaporated into nothing.

"You're just as responsible Jack, and you know it." Gabriel hissed back. He was shaking as he pressed back against the wall. Was Jack really going to kill him? Gabriel could only hope he wouldn't. He was having trouble pulling the trigger himself, the idea of killing Jack made him want to be sick.

"Are you sure Gabriel? I can remember you starting a lot. You were second best after all." A cruel smirk twisted Jacks features as Gabriel contemplated forcing himself to pull at least one trigger, shred the other mans lungs with a couple of shots and be done with all of it. But staring into the face he knew so well, he couldn't do it.

"That's over now, it doesn't matter any more." Gabriel shook his head. "I was an idiot, whatever, it wasn't my fault. And I'm not the one who's been labeled a terrorist." Gabriel snapped, trying to hide the fact that he was shaking as he shifted and braced his shoulders against the wall. If Jack was going to hurt him he would fire, but Jack had come to a stop with his chest against the barrels of Gabriels shotguns. So Gabriel could only assume he was only going to taunt for the moment.

"Over huh? So should we just go back to the way we were before?" Jack seemed amused by the fact that Gabriel was unnerved. And the ex-commander was really starting to wonder just how much of Jack was left. Obviously the golden boy he had known and loved wasn't the same man that stood in front of him. But he wanted to know how much that came out of Jacks mouth he believed to be true.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gabriel barked, narrowing his eyes as he shifted back.

Before he could even process, he had been shoved back against the cold wall, his shotguns tossed aside as Gabriel was pinned between a cold wall and colder body. There was a second before Jack lifted a clawed gauntlet and Gabriels visor was ripped from his face. He was about to fight back when Jack did the last thing Gabriel was expecting.

The guy leaned in and fucking kissed him.

He was unbearably cold, and the kiss was none too pleasant either, far too rough and aggressive as Gabriel was pinned to the wall. When Jack pulled away from Gabriel, the vigilantes bottom lip was bleeding where he had been bitten, and he watched Jack with wide eyes. That had bothered him much more than it should have. And for once he just wanted to run from a fight because something about Jack was just so wrong. He wasn't the same golden boy Gabriel had known.

"Don't look so upset Reyes, I'm sure we'll see each other soon enough." And with that, Jack evaporated once more.

Gabriel waited a long moment, making sure he wasn't going to be jumped as the smoke cleared from the alley, before collecting his shotguns.

He was shaking though, and he was trying not to think about what the hell had just happened as he clipped his visor back into place. Gabriel needed to piece himself together, figure things out, and wash the taste of death from his mouth. So he retreated home for the night instead of finishing his patrol circuit. He needed to think.

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Everything Changes

(( Okay so I didn’t realize that Reaper76 week was happening, and I’m kicking myself for not making a plan but consider this my contribution, it’s late but whatever haha ))

The soft light sifting through the blinds was soft and gentle. It cast a warm haze over the pair wrapped up with each other, tangled in the sheets and just enjoying the slow morning. Even if it was way past the time Jack usually would have been up and going, even on an off day. He was far too wrapped up with Gabriel to consider getting up. 

He was kept there by a muscled arm around his waist and the scarred skin under his hands, Gabriel’s steady breathing stirring his hair. Both of them were awake, and both aware of that, but neither had any sort of desire to move. Jack was too comfortable to care about what he would usually have been doing at that time. Which usually consisted of making sure things didn’t go to hell before he went to do paperwork in his office. 

But paperwork easily took a back seat to staying in Gabriel’s arms, his own wound tightly around the other mans waist as he held Gabriel close. Both of them were happy to relax in the lazy morning that had settled over both of them like a blanket, their legs tangled up under the sheets while they both enjoyed the company. 

“Are you going to do anything productive today cariño?” The rumble of Gabriels voice disturbed the silent peace as Jack held him a little bit tighter. He was far too comfortable to even entertain the idea of moving from Gabriel’s warm hold. And that meant the answer was probably a no. 

“If it means moving? Hell no. I’m not moving until you do.” Jack yawned lazily as he traced his fingers over Gabriel’s back, bumping over scar tissue and pausing to trace nonsensical little designs. He was still partially a little asleep, and that made everything in his head a bit muddled. But did he care? Absolutely not. Especially when Gabriel let out a low chuckle in response and he was pulled even closer against a strong chest. 

“Then you’d better clear your schedule, because I’m not going anywhere until you do.” Gabriel hummed in response. Jack loved hearing him first thing in the morning. When his accent was still thick and he wasn’t awake enough to be his usual grumpy self. They could bide their time in bed, trading sweet kisses and not caring about anything else until the day reminded them of what they needed to be doing. 

He let out a happy hum as Gabriel shifted his free hand, the one belonging to the arm stuck under Jacks head, and tangled his fingers in Jack’s hair. Jack had never even considered that he could be so comfortable with one person. Comfortable enough to just lay around in bed wishing they could stay there forever. But Gabriel had apparently become the one he could be that close to. And Jack wasn’t protesting at all. 

Nope, how could he protest when he got lazy mornings and stolen kisses when they had to duck into each others offices. Sure keeping things hidden from the others could be hard at times. But as far as he knew, they had no idea. 

“You’re a murderer.” Jack’s tone was teasing, and his voice barely above a whisper as to not disturb the atmosphere as he settled down. He shifted to rest his cheek against Gabriel’s collar with a faint hum as he let his eyes fall closed once more.

“How so?” Gabriel gave a light laugh in response. Jack loved hearing him laugh, it meant he was relaxed, and that meant he was at ease. It was so rare for them to find peace in the middle of the stress of both of their jobs. 

“Because you’ve killed my will to leave this bed, asshole.” A smile pulled at Jacks lips as he shifted to press a few gentle kisses against the line of Gabriel’s throat. He loved being able to do stupid cute shit like that because it reminded him that Gabriel was his. And that was still an absolutely insane thought. 

“Well. If prison is the cost of having this, I’d happily go any day.” Gabriel’s low chuckle made Jack shiver as he was pulled closer, flush against Gabriel’s chest. He tried to stifle his smile and blush as he moved one arm to wrap around his lover’s shoulders as he hid his face against his companions chest.

“Enough Gabriel.” Jack made a valiant attempt at exasperation as he properly hooked a leg around Gabriel and pressed himself close against his companion. Gabriel just rumbled out a low chuckle as Jack felt the grip around his waist tighten, Gabriels fingers sliding from his hair to trace absently down the line of his neck. 

“You know you love me, chico de oro.” Gabriel hummed. Jack loved hearing Gabriel’s voice first thing in the morning. His accent was still thick and heavy and it really struck a chord with Jack. Call it a sheltered upbringing, but he loved Gabriel’s accent.  

He loved everything about Gabriel. The warmth of his companions body slotted against his own, the feeling of Gabriels fingertips brushing against the skin of his collar. Everything about him was wonderful, and perfect and Jack never wanted to move from his spot. 

~~~

Everything was the same but still so damn different. Where years ago, being wrapped up with Gabriel was careless and lazy, this was... different.

Things had been damn rocky at first. And it was hard getting Gabriel back at all. But he was back. And they had acclimated to each other somehow. Somehow. Jack knew that things would never be the same as they had been back before the fallout, before the pain and the moment of knowing that he couldn’t land a fatal shot on Reaper because he didn’t have the will to.

But there they were, wrapped up with each other for the first time in years. Jack couldn’t really breathe properly because... Well, being so close to Gabriel after so long was actually making him shake. He felt like a damn idiot, but the feeling of strong arms around him again, the whisper of his companions breath against his skin.

It was weird to feel Gabriel warm again after Angela had done, whatever, to fix him. But it was also nice, though there was hesitation as Jack wrapped his arms around Gabriel in return. How they had ended up in his apartment on his bed was still a mystery. But Gabriel was there in his arms after years and he had a lot of mixed feelings as Gabriel curled close to him.

“I missed you.” It slipped out before Jack could think. He really had missed Gabriel more than anything. It had never helped that they seemed to have made their feud a hundred times worse when the Swiss base went down. Gabriel had ended up with Talon for a long time, but he was back, he wasn't cold any more. He was warm and solid in Jacks arms, and it made some part of the commander ache as his hands gripped hard against the fabric of Gabriels hoodie.

"I missed you too." The low gravel of Gabriels voice followed a moment later, and Jack felt the other man shift, blinking down at him. Or... Where he assumed Gabriel was anyways. He couldn't actually see him, thanks to the fact that he had removed his visor for the sake of curling up with Gabriel. With it he could see some, but it was all still blurry. Although having his arms around Gabriels form was a pretty good indicator of where the other man was.

They fell silent once more, Jack trying vainly not to tremble as he pulled Gabriel closer. His grip tightened as he released the other mans hoodie, instead his hands splayed out against his companion's back to pull him closer. Gabriel adjusted to being pulled closer too. Gabriels arms circling around his ribcage tightly as Jack pulled the other man against his chest. He knew that the roles had been reversed but he couldn't have cared less. Instead he focused on holding Gabriel tightly and memorizing how he breathed, how he moved whenever he shifted to get comfortable.

It had been so long since he had a chance to even have a civil conversation with Gabe. Let alone hold him like he held onto the other man at that moment. And the realization nearly made him shatter as he pulled Gabriel impssibly closer, burying his face in his companion's hair in an attempt to keep the inevitable tears at bay. He was a soldier. Not some crybaby kid, and he needed to pull himself together.

It was hard though, having Gabriel back was so surreal, yet it felt like it had been such a long time coming. And maybe it had been. Maybe it was the rehabilitation they needed after the hell they had been both been through. Jack loosing his sight and Gabriel loosing his humanity. Not to mention the metric tons of baggage they had both accumulated during the years they had been apart.

Jack shook as he pushed the tears down. It didn't help that they were clinging to each other so hard at all. They both had death grips and Jack could feel Gabriels hands pressed to his back with his fingers twisted into the back of his shirt. But he was also mangling the fabric of Gabriels heavy hoodie, so he didn't even think to mention it as he shifted to tangle their legs together.

"You're still so clingy, boy scout." Gabriel muttered, turning his head a bit so his lips brushed against the crook of Jacks neck when he spoke. It made the ex-commander shiver lightly as he released his grip with one hand to smooth his palm down Gabriels back.

"Blame it on the nostalgia, asshole." Jack growled out, though his voice was still shaking and he could feel tears stinging at his eyes. Despite his attempts to keep the tears at bay, they still threatened to spill.

He blamed it on the feeling of having Gabriel back in his arms after so long. Jack hadn't let himself get so close to anyone in so long and it was overwhelming. Yeah that was it. It had to be. There was no way he was getting so stupidly emotional because he had Gabriel back. The one he thought he had lost forever after everything. He was back and Jack was absolutely not loosing it because of the fact that he never thought he would have Gabriel so close to himself again.

"You're shaking Jack." Gabriel murmured, Jack locked up and shook his head as he tightened his grip on Gabriels hoodie once more. Maybe he was. But he could always blame that on the fact that the apartment was cold. It was absolutely not the fact that he was making an attempt to not break dow crying like some over emotional garbage.

"Fuck off." Jack muttered into Gabriels hair, his breath catching in his throat as he was pulled closer and Gabriel shifted away. Jack bristled a bit, stiffening up when he felt a warm hand on his face. Gabriel's hand caught his chin before he felt Gabriel lean their foreheads together, and his companions free arm was around him once more.

"It's okay, you're allowed to be upset." The ex-commander started a bit when he felt Gabriel gently brush away tears that had escaped.

"I'm so sorry Jack..." Gabriel hadn't sounded so damn sincere in so long, and maybe that was what had broken him. Or maybe it was the fact that his companion treated him like he always had, like he was fucking breakable or something. And Jack wasn't sure how he felt about that. But the tenderness behind Gabriels touch made him tremble more before he hunched forward and buried his face against Gabriels shoulder.

There was a long moment of silence before he broke. His hands pressed to Gabriels back as he shuddered and let the tears fall. It had been so damn long since he had been with anyone. Let alone the one person he had never really stopped caring about. No matter what had passed between him and Reaper during the time they were at each others throats.

"I've got you, you're okay." Gabriel was warm and steady as he pulled Jack in close to himself. Jack allowed himself to be held close against Gabriel's chest for the first time in a long time. He hadn't allowed himself to be vulnerable around anyone since he had signed back on with Overwatch. But then Gabriel had to come along and ruin all of that by just being his stupid self.

Jack let himself crumple against his companion until his tears were spent. At which point, he still didn't move. Instead he just shifted as their legs tangled together before he adjusted his grip on Gabriel. He had no plans to move any time soon, and he could blame that on the fact that it had been a very long time since he had been comfortable with anyone. So physical comfort for him wasn't too commonplace.

"It's good to be back." Gabriel murmured eventually. Once Jack had dried his tears and tightened his grip just a tiny bit more, as if Gabriel would slip away if he let go.

"Good to have you back, even if you're dead." Jack's voice was muffled against Gabriel's shoulder as he let his eyes fall closed. Not that it mattered when it came to vision. But, it still meant he was relaxing.

"You're dead too Morrison." A low chuckle came from Gabriel and it nearly brought Jack to tears again, remembering when things between them hadn't been so tense.

"Dead and blind, who would have thought that was the destiny of the great strike commander Morrison." Jack mutered as he held tightly to Gabriel. He was still smarting a bit over the blind thing. It had been long enough that he had adapted though, and he could do a lot when it came to sound, even when he wasn't wearng his visor. Gabriel just let out a discontented huff at Jacks comment as a hand found the back of Jack's neck to keep him close. For once Jack didn't protest to being coddled. He was too comfortable to give a shit about pride or whatever, and he was too happy to have Gabriel back again.

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Outlaws Don’t Have Pets

((I had a chat with a friend about something like this, involving Jesse and cats, and this just sort of.... happened)) 

Rain, it always had to be goddamn rain. Jesse really missed the dry weather of home sometimes. Then again maybe rain was a bit better than constant searing heat... maybe. Perhaps the cowboy was a bit biased as he pulled his hat lower over his features to shield himself from the rain as much as he could. He needed to get back to his damn motel before he caught pneumonia. He had a strong imune system, but shit, it was pouring. 

Mew

What in the fuck? Jesse paused, a scowl crossing his features as he listened hard. Did he just hear something meow? His gaze flickered to the alley he had paused by, taking a couple of steps back as he listened for anything that wasn't the hiss of the rain against the concrete. 

Mew

There it was again! He definitely wasn't imagining it. Something kept him there as his eyes scanned the darkness of the alley. The thing sounded absolutely tiny and shaky. Maybe if it hadn't been pouring rain and cold as a polar bears ass he would have kept moving and reminded himself that an outlaw could absolutely not take in any sort of animal. But as it was part of him wanted to at least find the damn cat that was making such a pitiful noise at him. 

Mew

There, huddled under a discarded scrap of newspaper against the edge of a dumpster. A tiny scrap of fur was huddled staring up at him with big eyes and shaking like a goddamned leaf in the cold. It was obviously soaked to the bone and Jesse paused for a long moment as the kitten watched him pitifully. Shit, those big eyes were going to kill him if he didn't do something. 

Jesse ran a hand down his face, frustrated with himself and his lack of resolve, before he approached the tiny animal carefully. The kitten shrunk back with another pitiful noise and Jesses heart ached a little bit. The poor thing was terrified and cold, and completely skin and bones. He reached out with a steady hand, letting the kitten sniff him before he scooped the thing up in his hand. The kitten didn't protest to being tucked into his jacket, not at all. Instead it huddled, shaking, against the heat of his chest as Jesse pulled his hat down over his face once more and headed back to his motel room. Just for one night, that was it, then he would drop the kitten at some shelter where it would be taken care of properly. 

~~~

The outlaw ended up making a quick stop at some shitty convenience store to pick up some tuna to feed the damn thing for the night before he finally reached his room and he could shed his sodden serape and hat. He dumped the tuna onto the rickety table before kicking off his boots and going to the bathroom to get the thing at least a bit more clean and towel it off. The kitten was still huddled into the crook of his arm trembling, its face pushed into his elbow as if it could become part of his arm. 

Jesse finally set the kitten down on the counter in the small bathroom, taking a good look at his companion for the evening as he filled the sink with a little bit of warm water. It looked dark brown, or grey, he wasn't sure. It was covered in dirt though. And Jesse set the kitten in his hand once more before dipping it into the warm water to get it clean before he did anything else. The kitten cried in indignance to be dunked into the water, tiny needle-claws digging into Jesses hand as the animal squirmed. 

"I know bud, you ain't gonna be cleanin' all this grime off yourself though, you'll make yourself sick." Jesse huffed, scowling as he grabbed one of the washcloths to start rubbing the dirt out of the kittens fur. The little thing kept crying until he had revealed the bright orange under all the grime and lifted it from its bath. 

From there he toted the kitten back out the main room, humming and pleased with himself as he set it on the table to towel it off properly and make sure it was properly getting warmed up. The kitten started purring happily as Jesse rubbed it down with a hand towel somewhat vigorously to get it all dried off, and it made him smile slightly as tiny claws pricked at his skin again. The kitten was just kneading, but it was cute. Dammit Jesse knew that he would have to drop the kitten off somewhere, so he quickly sobered himself as he set the kitten on its feet on the table and tried to figure out a way to feed it so it wouldn't eat itself sick. It was skin and bones, and Jesse was making himself a bit sad wondering when the kittens last meal had been or where its mother was. 

The outlaw quickly dismissed the thoughts as he opened the can of tuna. His solution was to make a small bowl for his newfound friend by cutting the bottom off of a styrafoam cup and pouring some of the tuna in there. The kitten immediately stuck its face into the tuna eagerly when it was set down, and Jesse couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he set the rest of the can aside after putting the op of the can back on haphazardly. 

It took a whole before the kitten decided he was finished eating. Jesse had been watching him the whole time, and by the time he was done the little thing had dried completely. With the dryness came the fact that Jesse had apparently picked up a tiny ball of fluff. The kitten licked the last traces of tuna from its paws and muzzle before it waddled over to Jesse and nudged itself up against the cowboys arm. 

"Trust me, you don't wanna do that." Jesse muttered, sighing as he lifted a hand to run a couple of fingers over the top of his guests fuzzy head, right between the ears. The kitten was too damn cute, and Jesse had to keep reminding himself that it was temporary. He was not keeping it.

"I ain't keepin' you." He persisted sternly, as if the kitten could understand what he was saying. But as the little thing climbed his arm to tuck itself into the crook of the cowboys arm once more, Jesse couldn't help but soften. How could he resist when there was a tiny purring ball of fuzz curled up in his arm? And curled up was right. The kitten had made itself into a ball, tucking its nose under its tail and promptly going to sleep right there tucked against Jesse. God, he was finding it incredibly hard to keep his resolve when his little rescue case was so cute. 

He sat back in his chair with a sigh, looking around the motel room and chewing on his lip. The least he could do was sleep on it. He needed some sleep either way, he didn't know how long it would be before he had police tracking him down again. So he figured rest was good for as long as he had peace. Maybe he would head home next... Or to the town he used to consider home. It was much warmer, somewhere he could lay low for a bit. or maybe he'd move on to Mexico again for a while. That was always a viable option. He knew plenty of spanish so he could easily get by. 

The outlaw hadn't realized that he had zoned out until he nearly leaned back too far in his chair, jostling himself and his guest as all four feet of the chair hit the floor again. He hummed a bit, thinking as he moved to run his fingers over the soft ball of fuzz wedged against his arm. 

Not long after deciding somewhere warm was his next stop, he decided to turn in. His companion would probably be sharing the bed with him for the night, as he didn't have the heart to leave the little thing on the floor. He blamed his softness on the fact that the room wasn't warm enough for the little thing to not be shaking and mewing again. He had to sleep of course, and he wouldn't be able to if his guest wouldn't shut up.

He plopped the kitten down on one of the pillows before changing into some fully dry and more comfortable clothes. He ended up turning the lights out and sliding into the opposite side of the bed so the kitten had a whole pillow to itself. Imagine his surprise when, not long after he settled in, he heard purring approaching his ear and his own pillow dipping slightly. The tiny ball of heat soon found a place just under his jaw, head resting against his throat and tiny paws tucked against the side of his neck.

Jesse resigned himself to his position for the night, because there was no way he was moving. 

The gunslinger had never been a big fan of cats. Dogs? Sure, dogs were great and all, shitty as hell when they were wild, but domestic ones were nice enough. But cats were assholes from what he could tell anyways. He reall hadn't ever been attached to any of them, and was pretty sure they all hated him. 

So of course the little orange scrap he had picked up hunkered down against his neck for the rest of the night. Jesse didn't fall asleep immediately, instead wondering if the little animal was going to stay there the rest of the night until he fell asleep himself. 

~~~

The next morning Jesse woke to a purring scrap of orange stuck happily to his chest. He let out a low sigh as he glared up at the ceiling. What the hell was he doing? Not only had he gone the cliche route of saving the helpless animal from certain death but he was entertaining the idea of keeping the damned thing around. 

Jesse ran a hand over his face before plucking his guest from his shirt and sitting up with a huff. The kitten wriggled in his hand until he held it up to look at it with a grumble. 

"If I keep you 'round 're you gonna be gettin' into trouble?" Jesse grumbled at the kitten as it watched him with large yellow eyes. Of course it was, cats got into fights with other cats, and if he was toting a cat around he would have to keep his companion fed as well. And as much as Jesse hated to admit it, he was no millionaire. 

"Who am I kiddin'? I'm talkin' to a damn cat in a motel room, I could probably use the company." Jesse huffed, running his free hand over his face and through his hair. Either that or he was too damn tired to be doing anything, let alone making a choice that would literally stick with him. 

He examined his new companion before letting out a heavy sigh. How could he turn the tiny ball of fluff in to a shelter when the cat was giving him such an open, innocent look. That was what it looked like at least. 

"Fine. But if you get me caught or in trouble, you're goin' to the closest shelter I can find, y'hear me?" He finally gave in with a sigh, frustrated with himself as much as he was frustrated with the cat. 

"I s'pose that means I gotta give ya a name then don't it?" He got to his feet with a faint groan as his back cracked loudly, and he shot his new companion an accusatory look. That was totally the cats fault for deciding to stick to him like an orange burr so he couldn't move without a large helping of guilt.

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Carnage of the Front Lines

(( Here’s a thing I decided to write for the heck of it, so I can put something up on this new blog. ))

(( Warning, I’m starting this off with a sad because I am the Worst so you’re welcome.)) 

~~~

“They said it’ll be a miracle if he makes it through the night.”

Of course it would be, after everything that had happened? Jack wasn’t surprised. Ana fell in beside him, resting a sympathetic hand on his arm. Even if he and Gabriel hadn’t been getting along since Jack had been promoted, they still cared about each other. At least, Jack still cared about Gabriel... A lot.

So of course they had to have a massive blowout before Blackwatch was called out on a mission. Jack couldn’t help but blame himself for Gabriels recklessness that day. If he had been thinking at all, he would have gotten himself and his men the hell out of the building before it went down. But instead, instead he was nearly killed when a blast took down the building they were in. A rescue team had to dig him and several other Blackwatch members out of the rubble, and Jack hadn’t even known about what happened until they brought Gabriel in on a stretcher and straight into the OR.

He was surprised they had gotten him back at all, especially seeing Gabriel lying in the infirmary, still looking near-dead. Jack couldn’t have counted the broken bones or punctured organs if he tried, and he could only hope that his friend had the strength to pull through. Even Angelas hands were tied.

“He always pulls through, I’m sure he’ll be fine this time, if only just to spite us.” The strike commander made a weak attempt at a joke, his eyes not leaving the other man. He was carefully watching the steady rise and fall of Gabriels chest. That was reassuring at least. Ana looked to him, forcing a slight smile to be supportive.

“You should be the one to tell Jesse either way. He’s been harassing the other nurses trying to find out what’s going on with Gabriel.”

Jack wasn’t surprised about that either, Jesse and Gabriel had been close since Jesse had started trusting the guy. Heck, Jack was pretty sure Gabriel considered Jesse his own son by that point, seeing how they acted around each other.

~~~

He ended up doing exactly that, and found Jesse sitting dejectedly in the hallway with his arms folded over his chest. The teenager looked up when Jack approached, worry flashing across his face for a moment before he shoved it down and scrambled to his feet. Jack couldn’t help but feel bad for the kid. From what he had heard, some bad stuff had happened to Jesses family. He hoped Jesse didn’t have to loose another father figure.

“How’s the boss doin’?” Jesse was obviously trying to be at least somewhat nonchalant as he hooked his thumbs into his belt and watched Jack expectantly.

“I’m not gonna sugarcoat it kid, they don’t expect him to last the night.” Jack kept his tone gentle, and watched the younger mans reaction closely. He was going to be straight with Jesse, the kid had been lied to a lot, and he deserved to know what was happening with Gabriel as much as anyone did, if not more. And the reaction was exactly what Jack had expected. Jesses eyes widened in horror before he forced it all down with a tense nod. Jesse always tried to be strong, he disliked showing the fact that he was upset, and while Jack understood, he also knew that it was important that Jesse didn’t bottle everything up.

“He’s gonna be fine, I’m sure of it.” Jesse decided, returning his hat to his head and pulling the brim down more to cover his face a bit. Jack raised an eyebrow before stepping forward and resting a hand on Jesses shoulder reassuringly.

“I know Reyes is tough, Jesse, but don’t get your hopes up too much.” Jack told him quietly. “The best you can do now is wait and let the doctors do their work alright?” He didn’t want Jesse getting stuck on the idea that Gabriel was going to pull through. Because the possibility that he would die was very very real.

Jesse looked up at him with a sharp glare, before he made eye contact with Jack, he seemed to deflate a bit. They both knew that Gabriel meant a lot to Jesse, and Jack was sure that Jesse would have taken Gabriels place in a heartbeat. He would have too in all honesty.

~~~

Surprisingly enough, Gabriel did make it. The next morning, Jack was woken by Jesse toppling into his room, already dressed and going (which was a fucking miracle in itself so early in the morning.) nearly yelling about the fact that Gabriel was okay.

Sure he wasn’t in the clear, and death still had it’s claws in the commander, but the doctors could actually do something about that. Instead of having to sit back and hope to god he survived.

Jack could tell that Jesse was near tears when he and Jack were actually allowed to go see Gabriel. And Jack gave him a moment, hanging back near the door. As much as Jesse got on his nerves sometimes, he understood that the kid had some serious issues, and one of those happened to be the fact that he didn’t let himself cry around other people. Jack wished they could convince him to go to one of the trained psychiatrists they had, but Jesse always refused. Jack could understand, Jesse had never really been around people that were okay with him being emotional.

“God, he looks like he got a fuckin’ car dropped on him.” Jesses voice was tight, and Jack couldn’t help but reach out to Jesse, tucking the younger man under his arm to reassure him. Jesse, instead of shrugging the other man off, he leaned into Jacks side with a shuddering breath. They both fell silent as Jesse did his best to relax and not get too upset. Jack knew that Jesse hadn’t really been exposed to a lot of hospital situations, so it wasn’t a surprise that the sight upset him.

~~~

While he made it though the night, things weren’t looking good. The nurses were on constant alert, and Jack and Jesse weren’t even allowed into the room. They could stay in the hall with the window of course. But Gabriel probably couldn’t have been in worse condition.

Jack was pretty sure he had never seen Jesse so jumpy or worried. Any time a nurse left the room, Jesse was on his feet like they were about to get news of some variety. They didn’t get any news of course.

The commander got updates about Gabriels condition though. While the outlook had been hopeful a few days ago, Gabriels condition had hit a wall. He was getting worse again. A couple of his organs were failing from the trauma, and apparently there were still bone shards floating around in his torso that they hadn’t seen until he was stitched up. It was a mess, and it took a lot for Jack to keep his composure hearing any news.

It was a good week before Ana pulled him aside while he was playing cards with Jesse in the hall. A pit of dread formed in his stomach when he saw the shine of tears in her eyes.

“He’s not going to make it Jack.” Her voice broke and she looked away, a hand over her mouth.

“They’ve done everything they can, he just keeps getting worse.” It hit like a train, and Jack sunk back against the wall to keep himself from hitting the floor entirely.

Gabriel was going to die.

“How long?” He had to clear his throat to force down his own emotions. He couldn’t break down, he had to tell Jesse. He knew that Jesse wouldn’t take it well from anyone, but Jack figured it would be the best for him to tell the kid.

“A day, tops. Less if they decide to take him off of life support.” Ana looked like she was about to break down, and Jack had to do something, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her tightly. For once she crumpled against him, allowing herself a moment of weakness. They were both good friends with Gabriel. And loosing him was going to be horrible.

When Ana had gotten her bearings, and Jack had a moment to collect himself, they parted ways to spread the news.

Jesse was still sitting in the hall when Jack returned, and Jack hesitated before taking a seat next to Jesse and staring at the floor as he gathered his resolve.

“You know he loves you right?” It wasn’t what Jack had intended to say, but it was still true, and Jesse needed to know either way. Jack knew the two had formed a close bond, and Gabriel really did love Jesse like the son he never had. Jesse started a bit at the statement before looking at Jack in confusion, and then horror when he saw Jacks face. Jack knew he probably looked like shit, his eyes were red, and his hair was wrecked from running his hands through it.

“Oh god... He ain’t gonna make it is he?” Jesses voice shook, and Jack wished he didn’t have to be telling Jesse that the man he had grown to see as a father was going to die.

“No.... He has maybe a day, his systems are failing Jesse, they can only do so much.” Jack looked down at his hands, drawing a shuddering breath as he let the silence stretch out.

“He broke his damn promise.” Jesse rasped, making Jack look up to see the younger man dashing tears from his eyes. Jesse had started to shake, and Jack instinctively wrapped an arm around his shoulders to offer at least some comfort.

“Promise?” Jack asked quietly. He hadn’t realized that Gabriel had promised Jesse anything. He figured it was something important if it was Jesses first thought after getting the bad news.

“Gabe promised he wasn’t gonna leave, not like everyone else.” Jesse was still trying to dry his tears, but at that point he was just getting his hands wet. Jack paused for a long moment, before tugging Jesse closer to himself and letting the other man cry against his shoulder. Jesse fell into silent tears as Jack rubbed his back reassuringly. He knew that he and Jesse were nowhere near as close as Jesse and Gabriel had been, but Jesse seemed just as keen on crying on him as anyone, so Jack was going to let it happen.

“I’m sorry...” Jack rested his chin on Jesses hair as he forced down his own tears. He couldn’t imagine what it was like for Jesse. As happy and sweet as he tried to be, anyone who knew his story knew that a lot of people had abandoned him. Jack wished he could have traded places with Gabriel, if only for Jesse’s sake.

It was a while before Jesse collected himself again, at which point he pulled away, drying his eyes on his sleeve and doing his best to steady his breathing.

“’M sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to break down like some kid.” Jesse looked away, rubbing the tears from his face as he placed his hat back on his head.

“You’re allowed to be upset Jesse.” Jack reminded him quietly. Jesse just shook his head and looked away. Well, at least he had given himself a moment.

~~~

He didn’t see Jesse cry again until the funeral. The last few hours were the worst, watching the monitors freak out, listening to the sound as his systems failed. Jesse had to leave, and sought out Ana and probably a bottle of whiskey or something. Jack doubted anyone would have stopped him. He knew he would have a word with Jesse, but he spent the time with Gabriel.

At the funeral though, Jesse had decided that he wanted to say something. A lot of people did, Jack included, but he hung back to let Jesse speak first. Though he stayed somewhat close in case Jesse needed someone.

“I’m just gonna be blunt here, Gabriel saved my goddamn life.” Jesse took a deep breath, pressing his hands to the podium as everyone watched him silently.

“He saved my life, and I never thanked him enough for that. I would’a been found dead in some ditch by now if he hadn’t hauled me in and straightened me out.” The teenager drew another sharp breath, shifting uncomfortably in his uniform.

“Reyes was an asshole sometimes, everyone is, but he’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to-” He paused, his breath catching in his throat as he looked to the coffin and the roses piled on top of it.

“He’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a proper parent. And that’s just one of the things he did. He had his days but... Gabriel was a good man, and I don’t think anyone can take his place.” Jesse shook his head before he excused himself off the stage and directly into the midst of his friends. They were supposed to be a bit more formal, military and all. But none of them were going to let Jesse cry himself out alone. And he soon had Angela by his side, offering him silent comfort.

~~~

It took a while for them to return to their usual routines. Jesse still stuck close to Jack whenever he could though. And Jack did his best to offer support to those he could. But there was still something missing. Everyone noticed it, but nobody wanted to confront it. There was an empty place in the mess hall, an empty office at the end of the hallway with a dead mans name on the door. It was weird getting used to things. And weirder trying to figure out who was going to take over Blackwatch.

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Requests are open!

I write a lot but I never have many good ideas, so I’d love to hear from all of you guys! I’d be happy to take requests and whatnot if you’ve got an idea you’d like to see written! Or heck even if you just want to share headcannons or say hi, feel free to hit me up! I don’t bite!

I do have a couple of requests of my own though, just to clear some stuff up beforehand:

- I’d like to keep this blog at least somewhat sfw when it comes to porn because that just isn’t my thing

- Shipping is hella! And I’m all for people shipping whoever they want to ship but if someone requests something that I’m uncomfortable with I probably won’t do it, just saying. 

- I don’t do incest. Just, no thanks, really not my thing. 

- If I’m taking a while to do something, it isn’t because I’m not going to. (I’ll probably notify you if I’m going to decline your request) I know people here tend to be understanding but I don’ have internet all the time so posts may be a little everywhere

- Feel free just to ask if you’re wondering if I’ll write something for a certain fandom! There will probably be a lot that I don’t list tbqh

Other than that, I’ll just list the fandoms I’d be happy to write about and leave it here because I’ve rambled for far too long!

Overwatch (mainly), Supernatural, Avengers, Harry Potter, Maybe Homestuck, and a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember pfft. 

(Note: The way to my heart is with shippy stuff, just saying)