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smalltragedy · 3 years

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* justice smith, demi man + he/they | you know gabriel de leon, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 1984 (infinite jest) by the used like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole waking up in a body as heavy as the dead, emotions always on the verge of spilling over - you laugh before the punch lands, the belief that every encounter you have will be the last thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hi im just reposting gabe’s intro bc its been a very long time n im starting a little fresh hehe. yes i do regret the text color bt im not going back.

VIOLENCE TW

mini playlist.

ghosting ;; mother mother / roam the room ;; citizen / art of doubt ;; metric / thnks fr th mmrs ;; fall out boy / heart in a cage ;; the strokes / where is my mind? ;; the pixies / flowers grow out of my grave ;; dead man’s bones / 1984 (infinite jest) ;; the used / blister in the sun ;; the violent femmes.

statistics.

full name: gabriel de leon.

nickname(s): gabe.

birthday: october 31st, 1997.

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, gemini ascending.

label: the icarian.

hometown: belleville, new jersey.

sexuality: bisexual (masc-leaning).

pinterest.

biography.

it’s only rly ever been gabe n his mom n the little new jersey suburbs that r always the same no matter where they go. they dn’t speak abt fathers or brothers or spain or anywhere other than the now, and how its constantly changing bt oddly the same.

his mom’s name is sonia n we love her. she worked a lot as a single mom n p much hs done everything on her own ever since leaving spain.

they dn’t talk abt spain bt we cn talk abt spain n hw sonia hd grown up partially there n partially in the states n hw she’d originally planned to live there forever bt the man she’d fallen in love with ws involved in some. high class dangerous shit n it ws safer fr them to part even if tht involved leaving everything she knew n loved <3

bt its like. ok. bc she hd gabe <3 n they dnt talk abt it so it practically nvr happened. n she tries her best as a mom n usually tht is enough.

they moved around a lot just bc sonia is a very. flighty person. anxious bt nvr seems tht way is just always. tense. gabe didnt think she ws capable of relaxing fr. a rly long time.

she wld commute 2 nyc every morning n after school gabe wld climb onto the train n by the time he got 2 her place of work she’d be just getting off n they’d get a slice of pizza n sometimes they’d go somewhere like central park or coney island (just fr the novelty) bt most of the time they just got back on the train home w/ gabe either doing homework or napping on her shoulder.

when gabe got a little older he’d sometimes skip school n take the train after sonia had already gone so he cld spend the day in nyc. he liked learning bt didnt rly like school. he nvr properly fit in bc of the amt of times they’d move so it felt like nowhere ws. right fr him.

got rly involved in. the punk scene as a young unsupervised teenager n tht led 2 a lot of like. shitty stick n pokes bt also a love of. very loud angry music n a sense of justice tht he held tightly in his fists. got mouthy towards bullies whether at school or in the scenes he involved himself in n started getting into a lot of fights bc of it.

during this, sonia ended up dating n marrying gabe’s stepdad who he calls craig sometimes bt i dnt think thats his name i wont lie to u guys. its partially a joke n partially purposeful disrespect bc gabriel does not trust a single man bt like. man. ‘craig’ is just an accountant. he’s fine he’s a good dude. they once bonded over like. the mets.

violence tw // anyways. when gabriel ws 16 he got into a super super bad fight tht ended rly. terribly n like listen. nobody died bt it ws just. it got blown up very out of proportion n gabe might’ve gotten expelled even tho he wsnt even the one who started it bt thts okay. ‘craig’, or paul, suggested tht maybe. a change of scenery wld b good fr gabe n b4 they knew it they were. moving to paul-robert’s hometown of irving, north carolina. violence end of tw //

he wld’ve complained more bt. fr sonia’s sake gabe kept it 2 himself. it made her happy 2 see them all get along anyways n like. idk he cld put forth tht little effort <3

bt honestly like. he didnt rly get into too many fights once they moved down here n even tho sometimes he ws like. ommgg. i hate this town .. its so washed up .. he still made friends n like. the only thing tht changed ws tht it ws a lil harder fr him 2 acquire illegal substances.

anyways. currently he hs a tattoo apprenticeship n is a professional piercer n like. he plays guitar n writes songs bt thts more of a hobby rn than anything else. mostly focused on paying his rent at port apartments bc as much as he. loves his mom he does not want 2 live with her forever <3 n thts okay!

personality & facts.

overall xtremely passionate person like god. feels emotions so intensely. every time he opens his mouth n talks abt an interest of theirs its just very like. u listen n ur like oh. gained 2 inspiration. thanks.

clings onto his friends p tightly bc he like. nvr rly stayed in one place fr super super long in new jersey so he nvr made very long term friends n now hes like. very clingy HLKDSHLKFSHLKDG also hates to b alone. subtle desperation behind interactions with ppl he rly wld like to be friends with.

like dnt get me wrong hes gotten into. sm fights bt thts mostly bc he cannot keep his mouth shut n he also cnt stand douchebags he like. always wants to tear them down prob bc he ws a victim of bullying. n u know what. we support him. otherwise he loves ppl bt esp if they hv similar interests 2 him.

like golden retriever who bites kind of. intensely loyal but at the same time is very skeptical. things tht good things do not last very long even though they’ve been doing already fr the last few years.

also bit of a nerd. they were nvr rly a big fan of school bt theres smth abt a good superhero comic tht draws their attention more than like. any english class evr. bt seven soldiers of victory? classic. big dc fan.

uh. very into like. hardcore music. hardcore rock. punk. if its loud n angry they r into it like so so much. hs sm tattoos is like. super covered in them its partially bc they work at a tattoo shop n partially bc they do not know hw to manage their money well.

ooohh u know what theyre. kinda moody i wont lie to u. very defensive like they dnt evr wna talk abt their past. has experienced Things n they do not wish to discuss them. will usually like. deflect frm conversations he doesnt wna hv.

in tune with nature. loves fkn taking walks. hangs out in the woods by abernathy creek n lilac ridge bc nobody rly goes there n its just. nice

tries not 2 take anything super seriously 2 the point where when he does take smth seriously its a little scary bc theyre super intense abt it. forcibly optimistic even tho on the inside he feels like a total pessimist. lots of. deep down insecurities tht he projects by attaching himself p firmly onto others. >.>

so so so energetic. can never stay still. always hs to be moving around. restless like tht. probably got it frm his mom. overly protective over the ppl he loves. probably got it frm his mom as well.

goes onto Tangents bt also divert frm those tangents n is generally all over the place.

always cold n always looks tired n like he hsnt slept in a thousand years n u know what. sometimes he just does not sleep.

oooohh theyre a vegan. totally into animal rights. devious little demi man beyond that .. loves horror n the paranormal n believes in like. every cryptic. will debate u on it.

erm not. the kindest 2 themself theyre a bit self destructive. impulsive. drives very fast n parties super hard. said i will hv my effy stonem moment. u dont hv to gabe.

bt ya! luvs oranges n reds n is maybe a short king. hs an eyebrow piercing n like. a lip ring i wont fk around here he IS living his best emo life in 2021. a little outdated on the trends bt thats okay. probably will tell u hes frm new jersey. its a personality trait. smokes the shittiest cigarettes ever.

wanted plots.

just ghosting along ,, dnt even exist 2 me ,, ;; god. firstly just the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs like. spoken to romantically n then dropped suddenly. n then maybe like. one tht actually Hurt bt they cnt avoid each other bt theyre actively pretending each other doesnt exist n its. hurtful bc it ws like. actually smth nice bt <3 ykno FKLFSDHG

hey hey heyy c’maahn i’m just a little guy ;; n this is the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs probably. pissed off n hs either fought or been on the verge of fighting just. unable 2 resist a good bicker-turned-duel.

just blistering in the sun ;; they cld b close friends bt also they cld also not b bt just ppl who. indulge in bad impulsive decisions with gabe. general bad influences on each other’s health n just. no good! party hard bt at what cost.

n also ;; like ... rly solid good friendships ... flings n maybe an exe or two tht either ended on good terms or just. horrendous, ppl they’ve distanced frm, ppl also frm up north, piercing customers, bt not tattoo customers bc im p sure they’d get fired if they were just tattoo’ing ppl willy nilly, etc.

#irvingintro #violence tw #(more of a brief mention)#bt still #jst reposting bc its been so long JFGDHFDSGSLFKG

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archangelgabriellives · 4 years

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Sam and Gabe (with low grace) getting stranded in a cabin out in the woods and getting drunk, and Gabe lets slip a certain secret, naughty shenanigans ensue...😉😏

Oooh girl degraced gabriel is my JAM! and just handing him a drink is enough to get him on the wrong side of tipsy! And that boy does not stop TALKING! All sam can do is throw in a sentence here and there to keep it from spiraling out of control. Cuz ya know Sam's got the constitution of a buffalo. He can drink until daylight an still have a modicum of control. But not gabriel oh no. A couple of millenia being alive and he still cant keep his damn mouth shut when it comes to his feelings. He doesnt even know he said it. "I love you did you know that?" And sam just freezes with a whiskey halfway towards his mouth and gabriel is just still talking. Not even about the same thing anymore. Hes on to those Japanese monkeys who spend the winter in the hot springs "I showed them how to relax all fucking day" "you watch too many documentaries" is all sam can say back and the conversation moves onto fruit gestation cycles (seriously gabriel how do you know all this) and in the morning Gabriel's a zombie. Just kill him now because life's not worth living if he had to deal with this sunlight all the time. Sam's there with a black coffee in Gabriel's favorite mug (it's in the shape of a donkey) (wtf gabriel where did you even find that) and Gabriel just groans his thank you. Sam laughs but he knows they have to talk about IT. Gabriel said it. He loves him. That cant be right. Who could love sam? And even tho gabriel has v little grace left he can still read sam like a book. "I said something stupid last night, didn't i."

"I hope not."

And we all die inside because we know that sam loves gabriel. We do. Even after all the shit and poorly thought out lessons it was all done for sam. Each death. Each reappearance. All for sam. And they just stare at each other. Both not sure what to say next.

"'Cause I think I love you too."

Fuck me

I've just killed over I love this so much. Unintentional love confessions for the win!

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dreamcloudlanding · 6 years

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Dad AU: The Trip

Genji: “I have to say Jesse, your house is spotless.”

McCree: “Well, Gabe’s been on a cleaning spree sense yesterday. I’m guessin’ we’re gonna have company.”

Gabe: *comes in the room* “Jesse, I said not to bring anyone home. Your Aunt Moira is going to be here any minute!”

McCree: “But we got a project due, boss! Don’t have time to do it later.”

Gabe: *sighs* “This is why I tell you not to wait until the last minute to do your work!”

Genji: “My apologies, Mr. Reyes. I won’t be intrusive.”

Gabe: “Fine. Moira’s probably not going to care anyway.”

*Doorbell Rings*

Gabe: *shutters* “There she is.” *mutters as he makes his way to the door and opens it*

Moira: “Why hello, Gabriel. How are you feeling?”

Gabe: “Same as ever, Moira. Come on in. Jesse’s in the kitchen with a classmate.”

Genji: *shutters* “Jesse, I suddenly feel uneasy.”

Jesse: “Heh, just wait until she makes eye contact.”

Moira: *enters the kitchen* “Jesse! How wonderful to see you.”

Jesse: *glances up from his book* “Moira.”

Moira: *looks to Genji* “And who’s your little friend here?”

Genji: “O-oh uh, Genji Shimada, ma’am.”

Moira: “Ah, so you’re Japanese.” *clears throat* “お会いしてうれしい、源氏”

Genji: *startled* “あこんにちは...” *leans over to Jesse* “This is your aunt?”

Jesse: “She’s actually a family friend. We just call her ‘aunt’”

Gabe: *enters kitchen* “Moira, are you harassing the boys?”

Moira: “I’m merely making conversation, Gabriel.” *suddenly grabs Genji’s chin and stares at his eyes* “Mhh... fascinating..”

Genji: *too confused to say anything, looks to Jesse for help*

Jesse: *doesnt look up from his book* “Just let it happen, Shimada. It’ll be over faster that way.”

Genji: “A-ah.. are you some sort of doctor, ma’am?”

Moira: *pulls out a handheld microscope and continues her examination* “Something like that.” *suddenly releases Genji and pockets the microscope* “You know, you might be just the subject I’ve been looking for. I have some samples in my bag I would like you to try.” *heads to the door before pausing and turning back to Genji* “You don’t have any law enforcement in you family, do you?”

Genji: *feels goosebumps appearing on his body* “U-uh.. no?”

Moira: *smiles darkly* “Wonderful.” *leaves the room*

Genji: “.... You know, I think I have a test to study for!” *scrambles to gather his things and heads for the door* “We’ll finish this later, Jesse. See you la-“

Gabe: *blocks his exit* “Kid, I’m going to be frank with you. If it’s not you, it’ll be me she tests on, and I’m still recovering from last time.”

Genji: “W-wha?”

Gabe: “Sorry kid, sacrifices have to be made sometimes.”

Jesse: “The sacrifice is you, Shimada.”

Genji: “Jesse?”

Jesse: “Sorry, partner. I have to agree with the boss man. I ain’t taken any more pills.”

Genji: “This is- you would betray me like this?”

Gabe and Jesse: *shrug*

Moira: *returns with a vial of liquid* “Now Genji, you may feel a bit strange after ingesting the solution. Just behave in whatever way feels natural.”

Genji: “Uh... what if I say ‘no’?”

Moira: *pauses and lets her face slacken before smirking and letting out an amused laugh*

Genji: *intense discomfort*

Moira: *unscrews the top of the vial and pulls out the eyedropper inside* “Bottoms up, dear.”

*A few hours later*

Jesse: *opens the front door, smiling at Hanzo on the porch* “Howdy, Shimada. Haven’t seen your pretty face nearly enough.”

Hanzo: *rolls his eyes* “Cut the crap, cowboy. Where’s my brother?”

Jesse: *face falls slightly* “I’ll show you, but you’re not going to like it.” *beckons for Hanzo to follow him into the kitchen*

Genji: *in a fetal position on top of the fridge, slowly rocking himself back and forth and staring into space with fully dilated pupils*

Moira: *taking notes* “Interesting...”

Gabe: *sitting at the table with his head in his hands* “Moira. This is a new low.”

Moira: “I don’t know what you mean.”

Gabe: “You sent a child on a drug trip!”

Genji: *twitches and shrieks before returning to silently staring*

Moira: *takes more notes* “All in the name of science, Gabriel.”

Hanzo: *enters the kitchen beside Jesse* “Oh, what the hell?” *approaches the fridge* “Genji! Get down! You’re an embarrassment!”

Genji: *slowly turns to Hanzo* “...Brother... I can see sounds...” *lets his head drift back up to stare into space*

Hanzo: *turns back to the others* “What the hell is wrong with him?”

Gabe: *sighs and stands up, pulling out his wallet and taking out 50 bucks* “Your brother is on a drug trip. Don’t tell your father.” *hands Hanzo the money*

Hanzo: “... Do you mean my actual father or Morrison?”

Gabe: “Yes.”

Moira: “Ah, so he has a brother? I’d be interesting to see how similar genetics would play a role in the effect of-“

Gabe: “No, Moira. One child tripping on top of the fridge is already too many.”

Hanzo: *turns back to Genji* “So you disgrace our family even further by succumbing to drugs, Genji? Why am I not surprised?”

Genji: “I see it all, Hanzo... The dragons are real.. You know nothing... NOTHING!!” *throws a cereal box at Hanzo*

Hanzo: “Alright that’s it! Get down right now!” *reaches up and grabs Genji’s shirt*

Genji: “No, brother! It’s not safe!”

Hanzo: “Stop being an idiot!”

Genji: “THE DRAGONS, HANZO! THE DRAGONS!” *falls on top of Hanzo, making them both fall to the floor*

Jesse: “Man down!”

Hanzo: *groans with annoyance* “Jesse! Help me with the moron!” *trying to push Genji off him*

Jesse: “Alright Alright.” *grabs Genji by the underarms and hoists him up* “There you go, partner.”

Genji: “The world is spinning so fast!! Oooooohhhhh!”

Hanzo: *stands and glares at Genji* “Get a hold of yourself!”

Genji: “STOP YELLING AT ME, YOU BITCH!”

Hanzo: *slaps him across the face and grabs him by the collar* “Listen to me! You are going to shut up and straighten up so that I can take you home! From that point on I don’t care what you do, but for now, you don’t say a word! Got it?!”

Genji: *frowns pitifully while holding his cheek and nods*

Hanzo: “Good, now come on, idiot.” *drags Genji to the door*

Gabe: *smiling lightly* “I like that one.”

Jesse: *smirking* “Me too.”

Gabe: *rolls his eyes*

Moira: *follows Hanzo and Genji* “Shimada dear, keep note of your brother’s activities and send me an email with the results!”

Gabe: “For god sake, Moira, leave them alone!”

#a not very important side story for you while I work on a main plot #Dad AU #overwatch #ow #Genji #Genji Shimada #McCree #Jesse McCree #Reaper #Gabriel Reyes #Moira #moira o'deorain #Hanzo Shimada #Hanzo #McHanzo

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confusedunit · 6 years

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The Other Side Looks The Goddamn Same - Chapter Thirteen

“...So...” Gerard shifts slightly on the sofa. “...How’ve you been?”

Gabriel doesn’t even look up at him from his spot on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees. “...Two of my closest friends have come back from the dead, and I’m still trying to put together pieces of my past that are missing. How do you think I’m doing?”

“Right. I...should have guessed.” He tugs at the edge of his scarf, before he sighs. “...Reyes.”

He looks up.

“...You wanted to know what happened, yes?”

“Yeah.” He uncurls slightly.

“When...” He runs a hand through his hair. “When she attacked me, we were in our room. I had been sleeping, but woke when she got up. I...suppose the original plan was to kill me in my sleep.” He closes his eyes. “We...fought. I did what I could, but it’s...hard to win a fight against someone you’re unwilling to kill, when they’re willing to kill you. She stabbed me, poisoned me, then shot me in the back and left me for dead.”

“Gerard...”

“I was too far from base, so I had to rush over to a nearby hospital. Small place...Don’t remember its name.”

Gabriel leans forward. “...They helped you?”

“As much as they could.” He looks down at his hands. “By the time I got there I moved, and...suddenly I just...couldn’t. They told me that the bullet had finally worked its way through my spine.”

“But you can move now. Did they-”

“They didn’t have what Angela has.” He slowly pulls up his sleeves. “So...they did what they could.”

His eyes widen in shock. “Gerard. I...”

Several wires make their way down Gerard’s arms, connecting into a metal cuff at his wrist. A small flat segment rests at the front of his wrist, sunken into the flesh. A longer one does the same on the back of his wrist. His hand twitches and shakes as he tries to hold it steady. “Both arms, and my legs. It...was what they could think of to do.” He takes a few airy breaths. “Bypass the problem once I healed up. Spine recovered. The nerves didn’t.”

“Dios Mio...”

“The poison didn’t help matters. It was a newer version of Talon’s current airborne neurotoxin, a deadly soup of nerve agent, tranquilizers, and good old fashioned poison. I had to breathe on a machine for months. ...Still do, technically.”

“What are you talking about?” Gabriel’s not sure when he started shaking.

“Like I said before...” Gerard pulls off his scarf, dropping it to the floor before slipping off his coat. A metal tube wraps around behind his neck, moving down and connecting to two plates in his chest. On the back of the tube, under Gerard’s hair, there’s a small connection that leads down to a metal machine on his back. At the front of his throat there’s another metal plate, this one more oval, and ridged. The wires from his arms make their way up to connect into it. An identical plate on the back of his throat connects to the wires from his legs. “...They did what they could.”

“Is that...”

“A breathing machine, yes. My lungs were worn too thin in places, for me to be able to breathe too much on my own. They were worried that too sharp of a breath would just rip the muscle in two.” He slowly looks over at Gabriel. “...I...can swap it out for an air tank, when I need to, but I prefer to run with this. I’m supposed to use a mask as well, instead of just pumping it directly into my lungs, but when I’m not on the run I can manage this.” He has to take a shallow breath. “I can’t talk with the mask on.”

He slowly reaches out a hand. “...You need to speak to Angela.”

“And what can she do? My nerves are broken, and my lungs are thin. What can she do this late?”

“Muscle regeneration and regrowth are her specialty. You don’t have to, but...please consider it.”

He sighs, before he takes his hand and nods. “...Alright.” He’s quiet for a few moments.”...I was still stuck in bed when I heard the news. I saw the collapse on TV. Hearing about you...”

“Death due to injuries and smoke inhalation.”

“...And Jack.”

“...Death due to traumatic burns and a multistory fall.”

“I didn’t know what to do. I dug up more information on Talon. Snuck around wherever I went. Ran into your son, eventually, though he didn’t realize it at first. I eventually made contact with him, and we worked together for a bit. He went to the Recall soon after, and...” He sighs again. “...And that’s all I’ve got, Gabriel.”

“...Thank you, Gerard. For telling me, and...for getting me out of there.”

“No worries. You know I don’t like to leave debts hanging.” He smiles faintly, before it falls. “...You’re welcome, Reyes.”

Jack doesnt know what he expected to see when he walked outside, but a Bastion unit sitting in the middle of the garden, holding a potted tree, with a bird on its head, isn’t anywhere on even the strangest list he can think of.

He’s alarmed at first, of course. He remembers the Crisis vividly, after all. He’d been sure that all the units had been shut down, how had this one slipped through the cracks? Why is it here? Why doesn’t he have his gun? He can’t take on a Bastion unit with his bare hands, it’ll shred him apart before he even gets a chance to get near it, there’s no cover to try to deal with it from range-

He stumbles and falls back, scrambling backwards, but he freezes when the unit turns and ‘looks’ at him. He’s going to die. All this time, all this fighting, everything he’s done was for nothing. His fate’s catching up with him. Why did he think this wouldn’t happen, of course the universe would do this to him. Or is this all just his imagination?

He can’t see. He can’t see- he smells smoke, blood, charred wounds of the fallen- he hears shouting but it’s distant, muffled, indistinct. A sniper rifle, shotguns? A building’s falling, or- it already fell, it must have- there’s blood dripping down his face from a head wound, and he can’t move- did it catch him in the legs or the torso? He can’t remember, why can’t he remember-

It must be his imagination, the thought that he’d actually live through this. You can’t defeat that which doesn’t sleep, doesn’t rest, doesn’t need to do anything to survive. They make more faster than humans can get new soldiers, they fight harder than even the SEP could have hoped for.

He must be dying.

“Bastion!”

He knows, he knows- he can’t move. They must have had to leave him behind, he doesn’t hear her rifle. The shotguns are gone. Why can’t he hear them?

“Bastion, wait!”

Oh God, it’s going to shred his torso. He’s seen it happen, the images are burned into his eyes. There’ll be nothing of him left. Hysterical laughter falls from his lips. It’s not like there’s anyone left for them to ship him back to.

“Dammit- Commander! Can you hear me?”

Someone’s shaking him- why can’t he see? He’s gasping, why can’t he breathe?”

“Morrison!”

He recoils, as everything abruptly comes into focus. He’s shaking. Why can’t he stop shaking?

Genji’s crouched in front of him, faceplate removed. One hand rests on Jack’s shoulder, the other on Jack’s chest. “Breathe, Morrison.”

“The Bastion-” Jack wheezes, brain foggy.

“I know. They are nearby.”

“Genji-”

“They are not aggressive. They do not wish to harm.”

That’s it. Genji must have finally snapped. There’s no way that he could be saying such impossible things.

A set of beeps and chirps sound behind him.

“Bastion! Stay sitting down, please!” He looks back at the omnic. “He has had something similar to what Ganymede helps you with.”

Another set of beeps comes from the unit.

Genji turns back around. “They will not hurt you. They just like plants. Torbjorn brought them here to keep them safe.”

“...Torb? He...” His head hurts. Why does he feel so sick?

“Yes. Here, Commander, may I pick you up? You need to recover from your attack.”

“I...Sure.” He winces as he’s picked up, zoning out as they move. He closes his eyes.

He’d thought of Reyes. He thought he was dying, and his first thought was of Reyes. Of course. God, he needs to let go, for his own sanity. He can’t, and he knows he can’t, but he knows he should.

He finally zones back in when he realizes he’s hearing a conversation.

“...And how long ago did this happen?”

“About forty five minutes. It took me almost thirty to get him to respond to me.”

He’s on a bed, he realizes. His visor is off, but his mask is on. His jacket has been removed, and a blue coat has been draped over him like a blanket.

“I understand. Thank you for bringing him here, Genji.”

His brain finally catches up. “...Ana.”

“Jack.”

He grunts. God, his head hurts. He feels sick. He’s so tired.

“Heard you had some trouble, today.”

“Fuck off, Amari.” He doesn’t even have the energy to hide the emotion in his voice. “You know what it was like.”

“I stayed much further away, on average, than you did. But...yes. I know.”

“You’re a fucking sniper. Of course you were farther away.” He shivers, curling slightly on his side. “...Fuck.”

“...Genji,” Ana speaks again. “Thank you again for bringing him to me. I think he will need some time to recover. I’ll take it from here.”

“Of course. Let me know how he is doing later?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” Genji stands. “Rest well, Morrison.”

Jack’s quiet until he hears the door close. “...Great. Fun.”

“Don’t. Jack, do not feel embarrassed or guilty.”

“Fucking stupid-”

“Jack.” Ana rests a hand on his shoulder.

“...I thought about him, Ana.” He slowly opens his eyes, wincing. “...Thought I was gonna die, and...”

“...Which time?”

“The time in Germany. When the entrance caved in, and I was bleeding out alone in a storeroom.”

“...I’m sorry, Jack.”

He grunts gain. “...I don’t want to think about this, anymore.”

“Will you two just tell me what the fuck is going on?” Sombra huffs, pulling at her hair.

“You seriously don’t know?” Lena blinks, watching her. “But it’s so obvious!”

“To us, Lena. But we worked with him, remember?” Jesse adjusts his hat.

“I’m about to beat you over the head if you don’t fucking answer me!”

“It’s about Soldier 76.” He rests a hand on her shoulder. “We know who he is. We thought you did too.”

“No, I looked everywhere, though every archive I could find.”

“Som. Come on. You work with Gabe, for Christ’s sake. You find Ana alongside some random military guy, and you don’t put the pieces together?”

She stares at him, before her eyes widen and glow a deeper purple. “You can’t be serious. There’s no way!”

“It’s true.” Lena nods.

“How?? No one could survive the kinds of things that were reported!”

“He didn’t fall, for starters. Got out of there and took off, I assume.” She shrugs. “The details don’t really matter.”

“But this is big! If Gabe’s here, and Jack’s alive, we can reunite them! They’ve been in pain for years, they need this!”

“That’s the hard part.” Jesse starts to pace, but he stills when the door opens.

“Sorry I am late.” Genji enters quickly, closing the door behind him. “Morrison met Bastion.”

“Oh shit.”

“Are they both okay?”

“They are both fine. ...Ish. Morrison is recovering with Ana.” He stretches his arms. “What are we talking about?””

“How to tell the two of them that they’re alive.” Sombra crosses her arms.

“They told you while I was gone? Now I’m disappointed.”

“Shut up. Do you have an idea, or not?”

“I think I do.”

“How are you feeling, Doctor?” Her assistant speaks quietly, as she enters the room.

“I am ten minutes of shouting away from killing Akande and everyone else in this building.” Moira grumbles, rubbing at her temples.

“Migrains again?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to-”

“No. Thank you, but no. They’re refusing to take me seriously.” She sighs. “‘You can’t even control those in your grasp’, as if that means I don’t deserve respect or basic human decency.”

“So he continues to be unreasonable.”

“Yes.” She turns, looking up at her. “Have you had any luck with the samples?”

“Sample 93W caused it to react as if it was being scalded or burned. Sample 27A refused to mix. Sample 15C caused a minor reaction, but not enough to be interesting.”

“Unfortunate. Do you think I could get away with killing Akande?”

“No. What tests should we run next?”

“Mix half of what remains with Sample 7R, the other half with Sample 132DM.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. What if I kill all his associates?”

“I’m one of those associates. No.”

“I obviously didn’t mean you-”

“No.”

“Hmmph. Fine. Get back to work.”

Angela’s anxious.

She can’t really help it, she’s pretty sure she’s been anxious for the past fifteen years. She’s constantly working, avoiding sleep for as long as she can manage. She’s sure that if it were medically possible to replace blood with coffee, she would have done so years ago.

It’s worse now. There’s no missions going on, no one is hurt. The lack of injuries is a good thing. The lack of work to do is not.

She sighs softly, rubbing at her eyes as she hears the door open. “Come in.”

“Doctor Ziegler.” Zenyatta’s voice is calm, as he floats into the room with a tray of breakfast food.

“...Is it time to eat already?” She looks away. “...I didn’t notice.”

“I know. That is why I’ve taken to making sure that you do, after all.” He sets the tray on her desk, tilting his head slightly. “Are you alright?”

“...No.” She rubs at her face again. “...I don’t know if I ever will be again.”

“What’s wrong?” He floats nearby, resting a hand on her shoulder. “...Is it Moira?”

“This is all my fault!” She takes a breath to hold back tears. It’s been over seventy two hours since she last slept, and her walls are crumbling. “Everything that’s happened, it’s all my fault...”

“That’s not true. Do not take blame for someone else’s actions. You did not control her, even when you two worked together.”

“Gabriel is my fault!”

“No. You gave him another chance, but what he became was never because of you.”

“It was! Everything that Moira’s done, all the people she’s hurt, everyone she’s killed, it’s all my fault!” She slams her fists onto her desk, almost spilling her coffee.

Zenyatta rests both hands on her shoulders. “Angela.” His tone is quiet. “Why do you feel this way? Surely you know that the only actions you are responsible for are your own.”

“Because Gabriel Reyes wasn’t the first person I ever brought back to life.” Tears are falling down her face, as she looks at Zenyatta. “He was the second.”

“...Oh.” He’s quiet for a bit. “...Angela, I’m so sorry...”

She finally bursts into tears, hugging him tightly as she sobs.

#*confused fanfiction noises*#The Other Side Looks The Goddamn Same #Reaper76 #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch fanfic #not rvb

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Sing For Me (6-Part Test Posts)

Requests Are Closed Until Further Notice.

This is a little post I decided to do because I don't know if it'll post or not. I do have one request finished and one waiting to be finished, but for some reason it won't post the one that's finished, I can't tell if its too long or not, or what's going on.

So this is something of my own, its some of our heroes discovering that their S/O is a very talented singer, through different scenarios, and falling even more madly in love with them. This is gonna be for Lucio, Junkrat, Mercy, Roadhog, Reaper, and Sombra! Neutral "You" used and lots of fluff and stuff. (I'll tell you what song I have in mind and the artist to make it more awesome)

Also a Shoutout for a New Overwatch Imagine Writer!! Trying to help a fellow writer get some traction because lord knows it can be hard to gwt things rolling on something new.

Please check out @whatsthepointinplayingfair

Part Five of Six - Reaper

"The Best Is Yet To Come" by Frank Sinatra

° There weren't many in this world who got to see who Reaper really was, but Gabriel had trusted you with everything in him since the first Talon mission you had been on and he saw that not only were you this gorgeous soul with this otherworldly smile and eyes that seemed to hold the beauty of all the galaxies combined (you really brought out the poet in this man), but you were one hell of a fighter, and saved his ass on this mission. He had become smitten so quickly and you had begun dating not long after this moment. You had seen behind the mask and grew to love the mess of a man he had become and he loved you as well. Fast forward to the day you knocked this man completely off his feet.

° It wasn't often the members of Talon were interested in spending time together, but with you, you had such a way about you that everyone wanted to spend time with you. A few glasses of wine, and a few shots of tequila (courtesy of Sombra) and you and Widowmaker were sitting on the ground, you braiding Amelie's hair and Amelie sitting and talking about life. About deep loves and personal things she doesn't usually share with anyone. But you? It all seemed to flow out with such ease (the alcohol may have helped too.) Meanwhile, Sombra and Gabriel were watching the two of you quietly, Sombra keeping the tequila poured into their glasses as they listened to what Amelie had to say. It wasn't often that Gabriel and Sombra got along so easily, but again, the alcohol was probably helping the situation. It was a quiet and relaxed night that Talon operatives rarely got. And Reaper added it to the long list of things he loved about you. That you were able to calm such chaotic souls. When Amelie had began to quiet down her sharing, the room became quiet and you quickly added back into the conversation.

° "So, tell me about when you used to do ballet," you ask curiously but Widow quickly waved off this question.

° "I've talked about myself enough, mon cher. Tell me about you, do you have any talents I might not know," she questioned back, moving so that she faced you and you quickly changed so that you had your back to her and you felt her fingers go into your hair. You thought about it for a moment, but with you facing Sombra and Gabriel now, and Gabriel could see that your nose and cheeks were a light shade of pink, the alcohol you had drank showing on your features in the cutest way. You explain that you didn't have any real talents, but you're not half bad at singing, which made Gabriel raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

° "Sing for us, Cariña/o," Sombra stated gently, a strange warm smile on her face. Oh man, you all were for sure drunk. You shake your head, stating you weren't that good but Sombra waved you off and said just to sing anything while Widow leaned forward and rested her chin on your shoulder as she had the bottle of wine in her hand and refilled your glass. You tried to think through songs you knew by heart and the only thing that came up was an old song your mother used to listen to, a song much older than the war even. You supposed no one would no the difference if it didn't sound right, it was so old that most probably didn't even know it. You took a sip of your wine and looked at Gabe, who gave a small smile which gave you a little bit of confidence but even still when you started to sing, it was gentle and quiet. You lowered your eyes so that you weren't keeping eye contact with anyone, suddenly very shy about the idea of singing in front of your coworkers, your friends, your boyfriend. It was scary. But as you sang more, you got a little louder, a little more confident. You dared to look up and you saw Sombra staring at you wide eyed, looking to be in shock and behind you, Amelie rested her head on your shoulder as she seemed to be very content listening to you sing. But Gabriel's face is what got you most, him looking taken aback, looking so shocked. His rugged features seemed to soften as you kept singing, and you found one of his large hands was rested on his chest, right over his heart.

° Gabriel was going through so many emotions in a matter of just seconds. First it was awe. Just pure awe at the sultry sounds coming from your vocal chords. The beauty behind what you sang. The classical way it sounded. The way that as you sang it made his heart beat wildly and his eyes grow misty and he's at this moment so vulnerable and it was all under your power and beauty in which you did so. He took a deep breath and relaxed, listening to your song as he sipped his drink. You were so beautiful, he couldn't help the smirk that crept upon his lips as he took you in. He was definitely feeling a little tipsy as he watched Amelie rest her head on your shoulder and a tiny twinge of jealousy hit him but he had to push it away, but he wanted to hold you and rest against you as you sang for him. But he was all The way across the room, what was he going to do?! He wanted so badly just to hold you as you sang so sweetly. But as if Amelie could read his mind, she stood with all her grace and grasped your hand gently in her own and lead both of you to where Sombra and Reaper sat. You had stopped singing for a moment but Widow looked at you and spoke very bluntly.

° "Don't stop singing, mon cher." She almost demanded you, but she also so sounded so warm about it. You can't help but laugh gently before you picked up where you left off as Widow sat down next to Sombra and Gabriel quickly pulled you into his lap in a very strange show of affection. You stopped singing in surprise but he nuzzled into your neck. He was warm, almost radiating heat off his skin which was a shock for you as his skin was usually a cool temperature no matter the weather. You wrap an around his shoulders and held yourself to him to keep yourself sliding off his lap.

° "Keep singing, mi amor," he stated into your flesh sweetly, continuing to nuzzle into your skin and his lips dragging along your flesh. You raised your wine glass to your lips with a small smirk on your lips but as you pulled the glass away, you kept singing your song warmly. He kept his face against your neck. He couldn't help but hum with you. You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest at his closeness, at his humming vibrating against your skin. Thank the stars the song was almost over. As you began to finish the song, Gabriel held you so tight you felt the wind almost be knocked completely out of you. As you finished, Sombra excitedly clapped and Widow followed suit but clapped only softly. Gabriel moved his arms so he could clap as well. You felt a blush come to your cheeks but you laughed it off and the Talon members gushed happily about your singing, all complimenting you in their own ways.

° When you and Reaper were walking to your rooms, you quickly tackled you through his door and to the bedroom with a trail of hot kisses on your flesh. You spend the night there wrapped in his arms and him curled around you tightly. Its a little weird after this experience, as Gabriel will ask you to sing quite frequently at first. In the middle of a meeting? Sing for him. In a haze of bullets? Sing for him. He can't get enough of your smooth vocals.

° After the glimmer died down, he know doesnt ask you to sing unless he needs to be warmed by your honey voice. Sometimes he'll hum along with you as you are both relaxing in your room and sometimes he pulls you into his arms and he slow dances with you while you sing.

° Yes its super freaking CUTE AND ADORABLE

#gabriel reyes x reader #overwatch gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes #amelie lacroix #sombra #talon #overwatch imagines #overwatch

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Overwatch: Reyes - Chapter 8: Reyes commands | Jesse executes | Nocte observes

AT LONG LAST, IT’S HERE

Author's Notes: 1) My absolute sincerest apologies for the delay. Life and health have not been the greatest... 2) Nocte is one of my own characters who has a story all his own. 3) I sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter. I put a great deal of work into planning the mission - the sincerest thanks to @slunkymcgee for spending countless hours with me, working through the details. 4) @one-doesnt-simply-walk-in-bagend, as always, thank you for your support!

Copyright: Overwatch, characters and settings are all property of Blizzard. Original characters belong to me. Wordcount: 6120-ish

Jesse shifted uneasily in the small seat as he tried to make himself comfortable; his flight had gotten off to a miserable start. He was saddled with his body armor, all the gear that Reyes said he needed and he swore that the restraints were trying to strangle him. His eyes roved over the interior of the plane in an effort to look anywhere except at the man sitting across from him; Jesse still wasn't sure if his traveling companion was even alive. To make matters worse, he didn't even have his hat! He only had a hood and tactical visor that Morrison had insisted upon.

For five hours now, he had sat in sullen silence before the man that Reyes had given him as a partner. He had tried to make conversation with the man called Nocte but Nocte had yet to respond... or move. As if the stillness wasn't unnerving enough, Jesse couldn't even see Nocte's face. The man wore a plain white mask that hid his entire face - including his eyes. It was mirror-smooth, without any indentations for nose or mouth, and only showed a hazy reflection of his surroundings.

Jesse couldn't see Nocte's eyes through the mask, but he had the feeling that Nocte had been staring at him for five hours straight.

"So..." Jesse slumped against the seatbelts, "how long have you known Reyes?" No response. "Were you part of Blackwatch?" Silence. "Are you part of Overwatch?" Jesse thought he saw Nocte twitch, but realized it was just from the turbulence. "Are you dead?" "Maybe." Nocte finally spoke. "Maybe?" Jesse frowned. "What the hell does that mean?" "Do not worry about it." "Are you like a cyborg or something?" "Do not worry about it." Nocte's voice held a faint edge. "Fine, fine, I'll drop it. Jeez..." He huffed and looked to the side. "Just tryin' to make conversation, is all."

"I see." Nocte's tone softened. "Shall we go over the plan again, then?" "No," Jesse shook his head, "if I have to go over the fuckin' plan one more time, I'm gonna scream." "Planning keeps you alive." "Yeah, yeah, so does not getting shot." "Which is part of the plan."

Jesse blinked as he swung his gaze back to the white mask. "Did you just make a joke?" "It happens." Nocte still had yet to move. "When we touch down, we will...?" "Meet our transportation at the airstrip and Echo'll drive us to the district." Jesse sighed. "Yes and then what?" "Were you not listenin' during the debriefing or any of the fuckin' plannin' sessions?" Jesse frowned. "Do I seriously have to rehash all of this?" "No." Nocte's voice held his smile. "I simply thought it would be conversation." "That ain't conversation!" Jesse crossed his arms and glowered at the wall. "Reyes couldn't even get us a plane with windows?" "This avoids suspicion." "This sucks."

Nocte rolled his eyes. "Eight more hours until we touch down. I would recommend that you sleep." Jesse sighed. "Relax, Jesse. This will all be over before you know it." He glanced back to the motionless man; Nocte's voice was strangely tranquil. "Are y'ever gonna tell me how you even got involved in this?" "No. Go to sleep."

The Major stared for a few more moments before closing his eyes and slumping back in the jump seat...

He was sitting at the table between Morrison and the masked Nocte. Mrs. Ramanaja had brought them tea and a sheaf of papers before leaving. Jack had taken a tea cup, as had Reyes, but Nocte had not moved since he had sat down. Reyes was nonplussed; Jack kept glancing at Nocte between sips of the piping hot tea.

"In two months, we will be sending out the Mockingbirds to exterminate the Shimada clan." Reyes said as he stared into his cup. "This is an order from the Overwatch puppet masters. They want the clan completely gone. Apparently they are continuously hampering both legal and financial matters and are causing quite the headache." Reyes took a sip of his tea. "We will work to prevent this. However, we cannot inform the Mockingbirds of our actions. They must believe they are out for a hunt and kill mission. We have to show that we are still obedient soldiers.” He raised his head. “Jesse, Nocte, this is where I need the two of you." Jesse put his cup back on the saucer. "What do y'need, boss?" "I need you two to make sure that, at the very least, Hanzo Shimada survives this raid. The entire Shimada family should be kept safe, but Hanzo is the one that the puppet masters want dead. He is in position to assume leadership of the clan and is the biggest threat in their eyes. Even though another Shimada could potentially be sired, Sojiro's health is in decline. It is unlikely to happen and, even if it did, it would take too long to train the child. All of this makes the father a lesser priority for us." Reyes took another sip of his tea. "There is another Shimada, but he is wild and unruly - unfit for leadership. If you see him, protect him as well, but I doubt that he'll be within the compound on the night of the raid." "Understood." Jesse took a folder off of the table and began leafing through it. "So, find our targets, hide 'em from everyone and then what?" "We will trip the alarms within the compound. That will trigger a private force to come out and will make the Mockingbirds fly the coop. The Mockingbirds know they are not to be seen for this mission." "You're setting them up for failure?" Jesse frowned. "That's--" "It's unfortunate but necessary." Jack said as he met Jesse's gaze. "But what's that gonna do, aside from make us all look bad?" Jesse put the folder back on the table. "It will make people start asking questions, starting with the Shimadas." Reyes smiled darkly. "You will be doing much more than just protecting them, Jesse. You'll be giving them a message. This message." He handed a folder to his Major. "We are going to be creating hell for Overwatch and we're starting with one of the most infamous gangs in the world. If we can make them seek revenge on Overwatch, then that is another indirect ally." His smile grew darker. "And the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Jesse pushed back the brim of his hat as he slumped into his chair. "So, Morrison..." He looked to the Commander. "How do you feel about all this? We're about to make your life even more annoying." "It's a necessary annoyance," Jack sighed, "and it's one step closer to forcing Overwatch to disband." "Y'think they’ll actually disband us?" "We're not going to give them a choice, Jesse." Reyes frowned. "We will create so much havoc, public distrust and unrest that they'll have no choice but to disband the armies if these politicians want to stay in office. All they care about is maintaining their wealth and power. If the public starts shouting for their head, they'll kowtow to the demands." "You seem awfully sure of that," Jesse's voice was low. "I have it on good authority that what I just said will happen." Reyes sipped his tea.

"Alright then. I get it..." He leaned forward, his elbows coming to rest on the table, "but I got a question." "About?" Jack asked. "What's up with Tuxedo Mask?" Jesse jerked his thumb at the silent figure clad in black. "What's he gonna be doin' for us?" "Nocte is on loan to me from a concerned party who also doesn't like the puppet masters." Reyes' voice was firm. "You will show him the same level of respect that you show me. Understood?" "Yessir." "As for what he will be doing..." Another sip of tea. "For now, he'll be going with you to Japan. He'll be your spotter and contingency plan." "Contingency plan?" "I trust Nocte to make the appropriate call on how to handle the situation if your cover is blown." Reyes met Jesse's gaze.

Jesse did not like Gabe's expression; the icy light in his eyes made Jesse think that if he was caught, he'd be coming home in a box...

Jesse was pulled from his dreams when Nocte called his name. He surged against the seat restraints, ready to jump into action, only to be held firmly in place. "What's going on? Is it go time?" “No." Nocte's voice was amused. "We are, however, landing in one hour. Start waking up. We will have only a few minutes on the airstrip before Echo meets us." "Is Echo one of your guys?" "Yes." "Oh, goody. More masked mooks." Nocte said nothing - he had the feeling that Jesse was simply trying to ellicit a reaction and he wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "So what's Echo's mask look like?" "He does not wear one." "Why do you?" "Reasons." "Such as...?" "Reasons." Jesse groaned as his head fell back against the seat. "Goddammit, what is it with you?! I've never even seen you move, you're creepy as fuck and you've got Reyes all but garglin' your cock outta hero worship!" He leaned forward in his seat, frowning at the other man. "Listen, Nocte. I don't know who the hell you are, but y'ain't one of us and y'ain't part of this! Yer gonna be here for this one mission and then you're out of it!" "I suggest you hold your tongue," Nocte's voice was low, "and that you quell your anger. Reyes needs you to be cool, calm and collected. He wants you to come home from this. Do not make me hand him an empty shell casing and an apology." "You wouldn't--" "If I have to, then I will. It is why I am here - Reyes could not do what would need to be done. Not for you, at least."

Jesse sat back; he felt very small under the mask's blind stare.

"I'm sorry." The Major said quietly. "I just--" "Do not apologize. I understand your frustrations." His voice was gentle. "Relax and rest easy. This is the calm before the storm. Save your anger for the flight back." "...Yessir." Jesse mumbled. "Good man." Nocte smiled a hidden smile - ah, youth...

The plane touched down in the dead of night.

Jesse and Nocte undid their harnesses and grabbed their gear before stepping out onto the dark airstrip. Nocte spoke quickly with the pilots in a language Jesse didn't know. Judging by Nocte's tone, he assumed that the man was praising the pilots for the smooth landing without any guiding lights on the abandoned airstrip. He watched as Nocte approached and then quickly walked past him. "Come," Nocte called over his shoulder, "Echo is waiting for us." "Already?" "Echo is always early. He does not live up to his moniker." Jesse nodded and jogged to keep up with him; something about how Nocte moved unnerved him. It just wasn't... natural.

Echo stood beside a small car and gave a discrete salute to Nocte when he saw the pair approaching. The man was greying and slightly bent from his years, but there was a youthful energy in his eyes and step. He hurried to take the case from Nocte's hands and placed it in the trunk of the car as Nocte and Jesse climbed into the back seat. Jesse was casting uneasy glances at the men, wondering yet again about what he had gotten himself into.

Nocte remained silent during the ride, as did Jesse.

Echo, however, was talking enough for all of them.

By the time they arrived two miles from the Shimada mansion, Jesse felt like he knew everything there was to know about Echo. Without knowing their names, Jesse knew that Echo had four grown children with families of their own. He was a grandfather to seven grandkids and his wife had a small army of dogs. Most of them were Shi Tzus, but there was an old St. Bernard named Boof that liked to make his presence known by bumping his head into the small of peoples’ backs - usually when he saw a plate in someone's hands. Boof, Jesse learned, was Echo's favorite of the dog platoon and was a rejected runt that Echo had hand-reared since near birth.

Jesse kept glancing at Nocte during the car ride and fought to keep his amused smile hidden. Even though he couldn't see the man's face, he knew Nocte was annoyed. The man was breathing far, far too mechanically for someone who was relaxed. Jesse struggled to hide his smile; it pleased him to know that there was something that bothered the walking corpse.

Nocte's annoyance faded as they walked away from the talkative driver.

"I will be leaving your side soon," Nocte said as he made his way through the thick trees. "I will get into position and then I will tell you when to make your entrance. Do you have any questions?" "Y'sure you'll be able to see me once I go in?" "Yes. I will be able to track you. I have tested this mask extensively. So long as you do not go more than thirty feet underground or behind lead, I will be able to keep my eye on you." Nocte did not want Jesse to know of the tracking device within his bullet-proof vest. "Oh." Jesse felt the urge to shudder. "Alright." He continued to follow Nocte. "Y'gonna keep me clear if their backup get here before I get out?" "Yes. I will keep you safe." His voice held his smile...

Jesse stood near the fence to the complex and exhaled slowly as he stared up at the wall. He held a collapsible ladder in his hands with two modified jacks attached to his hip. It wouldn't be hard to get set up the ladder, nor would it be hard to prop up the jacks underneath the electrified razor wire. Once the wire was raised, it wouldn't be too difficult to shimmy under it and then drop down on the other side of the wall. The only part that would be difficult would be speed at which he had to do it. Nocte had pointed out the cameras to him, had helped him find the best spot to set up the ladder, but there was nothing Nocte could do about the small time window. "In one minute," Nocte's voice filled his left ear, "begin your ascent. You will have less than two minutes to clear the wall before the cameras sweep over you. Once you do, hug the shadows and run to your right." Jesse heard the sound of Nocte's rifle being cocked as he extended the ladder "Ready?" "Yeah." Jesse took a steadying breath as he propped the ladder against the wall. "Go."

Nocte watched as the soldier scaled the ladder in a matter of seconds and watched as Jesse wedged the insulated jacks under the bladed Constantia wire. Nocte knew it would only take a few pumps of the levers to raise the wire into the air. He saw Jesse sliding through the hole he made before pausing. The soldier had planted his boots on the wall and held onto the ledge with one hand as he pushed the jacks back over the wall. The wire fell back into position as he dropped to the ground fifteen feet below. He saw Jesse's heat signature roll with his fall before jumping to his feet and running into the shadows of the deceptively strong barrier.

Jesse clung to the wood-clad iron as he made his way towards the main house. "Bedroom first," Jesse breathed, "then I'll search elsewhere." "Mockingbirds will land in fifteen minutes." "Roger." Jesse hugged the wall as he sprinted towards the main house.

Were this any other time, Jesse would have loved nothing more than to stop and bask in the sight of the manicured lawns and intricate sculptures. Instead, he was having to dodge the cameras that Nocte pointed out to him. There was no time for enjoying the moonlit gardens, nor was there time to breathe in the scent of the blooming trees...

Jesse ran on.

A simple glance at the door confirmed that it was too heavily locked for him to break through. The windows, Reyes had told him, were rigged to trip an alarm if they were broken. Jesse exhaled as he stared at the door from behind the shrubbery. "My informant has told me that RFID readers control the doors," Nocte said. "The guards have the chips in their cuff links." "I wasn't given any cuff links." Jesse frowned. "How am I supposed to get past the doors?" "Find a guard. They should be easy to spot; my informant says they all wear suits and are tattooed." "How can I find one? I can't get inside!" "Be patient; there should be a shift change soon, if my informant is correct." "But--" "Hush; I see movement." Nocte fell silent as he watched Jesse gathering his feet underneath him...

Jesse crouched in the bushes as the back door to the mansion swung open almost two minutes later. He watched as a suit-clad man stepped outside and caught a glimpse of an intricate tattoo on his neck - moreover, he saw the golden cuff links. Jesse watched the man pull a cigarette case from within his jacket pocket, select a single cigarette and then return the case to his pocket. He lit a cigarette and stepped away from the door, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he walked through the gardens. "Let him keep walking - it looks like he is going to the hedge wall. He will be out of the cameras. Get ready to move." Nocte whispered. Jesse nodded and crept through the dark night as he watched his target vanish behind the sculpted shrubs...

The man never knew what hit him.

Jesse's fist connected solidly with the man's bearded jaw. The guard’s head snapped to the side as the world grew darker. Jesse shoved him to the ground and wasted no time in binding the man's hands behind his back. Working quickly, he tied the man's ankles together before tearing the cuff links from the man's shirt.

"A shame that you did not kill him," Nocte whispered. "Now you will have to worry about him waking up." "Boss said to avoid bloodshed," Jesse grumbled as he ran back to the mansion, "and I ain't gonna kill a guard for his keys." "A pity; I would have," Nocte sighed. "Ah well. If I see him moving, I will let you know." "Thanks." Jesse wasn't overly grateful. "I'm back at the door - going in now. Cuff link's worked." Jesse took his first cautious steps into the mansion. "Y'sure you can see me?" "Clear as day." Nocte whispered. "Just keep moving, sticking to the walls whenever you can. Corners probably have cameras - move fast and do not linger." "Roger." He nodded and made his way deeper into the house.

Much like the gardens, he wanted nothing more than to stop and admire the sights. The Shimada mansion was a living museum; centuries of ancestral armor and weaponry lined the halls, interspersed with artwork that even Jesse knew was priceless. Instead, he kept his head on a swivel as he traced the path to Hanzo's bedroom. He had spent countless hours memorizing the stolen blueprints. By now, he knew the complex as well as the Blackwatch base.

Jesse was proud; he had found the bedroom within mere minutes of infiltrating the mansion. However...

"Shit; he's not here." Jesse hissed. "Is the bedding disturbed?" "Yeah. I can see into the bathroom, too. It's empty." "Perhaps he went to get a midnight snack?" "Possibly." Jesse left the bedroom as quickly as he came in. "Worth a shot. Y'still see me?" "Yes; I have never lost sight of you. Keep moving. Mockingbirds land in seven minutes. And remember, if you cannot find him in time, stash the documents, trip the alarm and run. Hanzo is smart - if the alarm goes off, he will hide. That is the best way to keep him safe, save from opening fire on your own soldiers." "Got it." Jesse began to make his way to the kitchen.

Jesse was thankful for the mask that hid his face - he did not overly fear the cameras, but, more importantly, he did not fear anyone seeing his apprehension. It was one thing to break into a home, but it was another thing entirely to break into the home of a notorious drug lord. The margin for error was slim and any mistake was likely result in punishments that would make him wish he were dead - if Nocte didn't kill him first...

Manicured hands slowly pulled apart the plastic wrapper. The cellophane barely rustled, even when it was discarded. He held the sweet bread much like a child would cradle a treat. His eyes closed as he raised the loaf to his mouth, all but basking in the memories of the treasured childhood dessert. His teeth punctured the thin cookie crust and found himself smiling ever-so-slightly as the bread crunched in the way he had always known.

It was not often that he fed his sweet tooth, but tonight was not a normal night.

He had spent hours kneeling by his father's bedside, surrounded by the men and women who assisted the Shimada family. Hanzo had barely spoken as he listened to his father discussing the plan for his spoiled younger brother. Sojiro knew that his time was coming to an end and was becoming insistent on bringing the unruly Genji into line. "You must teach him, Hanzo," his thin voice commanded, "and he must learn. You must make him learn." A quiet susurrus of agreement echoed around the kneeling Hanzo. "Yes, sir," Hanzo bowed his head before sitting upright. "I will speak with him in the morning." "His dalliances must cease. He is a liability to us all." Sojiro's eyes closed as he returned his head to his silken pillows. "I understand." "We will talk in the morning. You are dismissed." "Thank you, Father." Hanzo stood in one fluid motion. Without another word, he turned and left the room.

His troubled thoughts followed him through the halls and into his bedroom.

Clad in only a yukata, he climbed into bed and drew the silken sheets to his chest. His eyes closed. His mind, instead of falling still, insisted on replaying the entire conversation with his father, as well as a host of memories he would have preferred to forget entirely. Sojiro had fatigued himself yet again as he demanded for Genji to be brought into the fold. For too long, the rebellious youth had ignored most of the orders of his father and older brother; Genji was a master at doing just enough to avoid his father's wrath and to stay in his good graces. Hanzo was less than impressed with his brother's antics, but he knew he could not say much to his father. Sojiro simply wouldn't listen.

It had been a source of frustration between the men for far longer than Hanzo cared to admit.

After several sleepless hours, Hanzo left his bedroom and made his way to the kitchen in hopes that a cup of tea would soothe his mind.

Instead, he settled on melon pan.

He had demanded that the kitchen be vacated while he enjoyed the treat; he wanted nothing more than a few moments of precious solitude. The bodyguard frowned but slowly bowed and left room. Hanzo knew the man was standing just on the other side of the door, but he didn't care. The kitchen was empty and that was all that he wanted.

Chewing slowly, Hanzo closed his eyes as he found solace in the bread...

...well, he did, until his guard's unconscious body fell through the doorway.

Hanzo stared at the masked intruder as if he were a cockroach; his eyes narrowed and his mouth set itself into a thin, angry frown. He held the bread in one hand as his other came to rest on the counter near the knife block. He scowled at the stranger but did not move; the intruder did not have a weapon drawn and was holding his hands up. He stared down his nose at the unarmed man as his whole body radiated his displeasure and annoyance...

Jesse held his hands up as he met Hanzo Shimada's gaze. He was running out of time and he knew it; Nocte had informed him only seconds ago that the Mockingbirds were making their way through the gardens and towards the back door. He had only minutes to deliver the message and escape... "Hanzo Shimada, I've come to deliver a message. Two messages, actually." He frowned behind his mask as Hanzo remained silent but continued with his practiced spiel. "First message is some documents for you. I got them right here; I ain't pullin' a weapon, just some papers." Jesse's hand moved slowly to a pouch on his right leg. He opened the pocket and carefully pulled out a thick envelope. He held his left hand up in the air, away from his body, as he knelt down and placed the sealed packet on the unconscious guard's body. "There. Y'need to read those later." He stood up and held his right hand up, mirroring the left. "The second message is that you've got five Blackwatch soldiers makin' their way through your gardens right now. Y'better get into a safe room or somethin', 'cause they're here to kill you." He frowned again as Hanzo snapped something in Japanese. "I don't know what you said, but I ain't lyin' to you. And I know you can understand me." He stood a little straighter. "You better get to safety, 'cause they're gonna be here and they want you dead. Take the papers and go. I'm goin' too. Call the guards if y'want. I was gonna set off an alarm on my way out, if you don't. They're on orders to run when they realize they've been detected." He took a step backwards. "I'd really appreciate it if y'didn't put a bullet in my back. Me and my friends wanna keep you alive - we all share a common enemy." He gave a quick, curt bow of his head before he turned and ran...

Hanzo frowned at the open doorway. He took another bite as he reached for his phone. With a few quick taps on the screen, he activated the silent alarms and summoned several more guards to his location. He finished his snack as three guards spilled into the room, each holding their weapons at the ready. One guard knelt down by the unconscious man as the other two rushed to Hanzo's side. "Soma, pick up that folder and send it off to be tested. Destroy it if there are any abnormalities. Riku, Hintaro--" "Apologies," Riku bowed, "we need you to come with us now. There are--" "--five soldiers entering the Manor." Hanzo frowned. "Yes, I know. Come with me." He took another round of sweet bread from the cabinet and began walking out of the kitchen. "I trust someone has already gone to escort Father?" "Yes, sir." Hintaro bowed his head as he jogged ahead of his employer. "Your brother is not here. We are attempting to locate him." "Try a bath house," Hanzo fumed as he unwrapped the bread and took a bite.

The body guards rushed Hanzo to the safe room in silence. Hanzo took a seat next to his father within the reinforced room. The Shimada heir had taken a handgun off of the weapons rack and was holding it as comfortably as a lover's hand. His eyes, like those of his guards, were fixed on the door. Riku and Hintaro were joined by several of their fellows as they kept their weapons ready...

"Good man, Jesse." Nocte whispered. "Make your way towards the front of the house. The Mockingbirds are in the back. Run to your right once you get past the main gate; hug the wall. I will keep you safe." "Roger." Jesse breathed as he sprinted through the halls. "If I tell you to duck, do so immediately." "Understood." He whipped himself around the corner and ran full-tilt down the halls. He knew he was close to the front door and closer to the safety of Nocte's rifle. "The front door will be locked, but the cuff links should override it." "If not?" "Get creative." "Fuck." Jesse saw the front door ahead of him and grabbed the cuff link out of his pocket. He stopped short of the door and waved the cuff link in front of the reader. "They worked," he pushed the door open and began running towards the front gate. "How am I looking?" "Good. Mockingbirds are starting to retreat. Your way is clear for now, but expect company soon. Echo has informed me of three vans heading your way." "Shit." He still had a mile and a half to go before he arrived at the front gate. "Just keep running, Jesse. You are almost home."

Jesse saw the front gate ahead of him and swore. Unsurprisingly, it was closed. He ran up to it and began waving the cuff links around, trying to find the chip reader. He swore in frustration when the gates refused to open. "Suggestions?" Jesse began looking around for a control panel. "Cuff links ain't workin'." "Hide. Now. I see vehicles approaching. Slip out after the gates open." Jesse stared at the open area and scowled; there were no bushes or trees. Without any other options, he crouched down in the shadow of the wall and waited...

It took only minutes for the vans to arrive and the gates to open. They sped through with reckless abandon as they made their way to the mansion, all but ignoring the man crouching in the shadows. Jesse waited for the third van to pass through before he ran through the closing gates. Taking Nocte's advice, he hugged the outer wall and-- "Duck."

Jesse threw himself to the ground.

A split second later, he heard the muffled thump of a body falling to the ground behind him. "Keep running." "Yessir," Jesse breathed as he scrambled back to his feet...

He ran along the outskirts of the wall, listening to Nocte's quiet guidance. Jesse knew that Echo was waiting for them and that Sonar and Radar were readying the plane. He crouched down by his ladder and attached the jacks to his hips before collapsing the ladder. He tucked it under his arm and kept running.

He heaved a sigh of relief as he ran into the forest. "Y'still see me, Nocte?" "Yes." "Where are you?" "Four hundred meters and closing, due south by southwest." "Roger." Jesse ducked under a low branch and adjusted his course.

He skidded to a halt as he saw Nocte materializing out of the shadows. Nocte gave a quick salute before running past Jesse. His rifle case was bouncing against his back as he loped through the trees ahead of the soldier...

Echo met them where he had dropped them off. The pair all but threw themselves into the back of the small car as Echo sped off into the night. The man was even more animated now, Jesse realized; he couldn't stop babbling as he all but flew down the road. Nocte was holding onto the handle over his seat, as was Jesse, as they made their way back to the airstrip. Neither man was listening to Echo talking about when he took his grandchildren go-kart racing, or about how Boof loved to ride in the sidecar of his motorcycle with his custom-made goggles...

The talkative man bid them farewell as they boarded the plane. Nocte and Jesse strapped themselves into the uncomfortable jump seats while the plane made its way down the airstrip. Sonar and Radar were bantering between themselves, but the soldiers could barely hear it over the sound of the engines.

Once airborne, Jesse tore the mask off of his face and inhaled deeply. "We did it!" "Do not celebrate yet," Nocte cautioned. "We still have to make it home." "But--" "Sit back and rest if you can. We have about thirteen hours to go before you are home." Jesse sighed. "Fine." He crossed his arms over his chest. "So... what're you gonna do after this?" "I will stay on base for a short time and work with Reyes and my own commander. After they talk, I will know more." "Y'mean you might be sticking around?" "Doubtful, but it is possible. I am a busy man." "Doing...?"

Jesse didn't need to see Nocte's face to know that the man was giving him a dry stare.

"What do you think, Jesse?" Nocte asked tersely. "Gardening?" He grinned. Nocte swore under his breath before exhaling slowly. "I do whatever is commanded of me.” "Oh..." Jesse looked down at the case between the man's legs. "Can I see your rifle?" "No." "Why not?" "Because it is my rifle." "But--" "I realize you are coming off of an adrenaline high, but I would greatly appreciate it if you ceased your questions." "Fine..." The young soldier huffed as he sank back in his seat. He lowered his chin to his chest and listened to the thrum of the engines...

Jesse and Nocte were greeted by Mrs. Ramanaja that night. She met them outside the edge of the base and escorted them inside, ushering them past the security guards who knew better than to stop the stone-faced woman. Jesse and Nocte were silent as they fell into step behind her. They did not speak until they were safely standing in the almost-empty firing range - it was the only room in the entire base that Reyes knew wasn't bugged.

Jesse and Nocte approached Reyes and saluted before standing at ease. Jesse smiled ear-to-ear as he met his commander's gaze. "We did it, boss. Message delivered and he's safe." "Good." Reyes looked over at Nocte. "You killed someone." "It was only one person." "You were told--" "You are welcome." Nocte interrupted; his voice held his frown. "That bullet kept your Major alive." "Jesse?" "It's true, boss."

Reyes stood silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. One body is nothing out of the ordinary and will make our case stronger. What ammunition did you use? Ours?" "Yes." "Alright." He nodded and looked to the masked man. "You know where to go; your employer is waiting for you. I'll join you soon." Nocte bowed and left the room with nary a sound.

Reyes turned his gaze back to Jesse. "Change, shower and get something to eat. The Mockingbirds will be here in two hours and I want you to stand with me when I address them." "This isn't going to be good, is it?" He shook his head. "They will already be in a bad mood and this is going to make it worse, I'm afraid." He sighed. "I'll page you when they arrive." "Yessir." Jesse saluted and began walking away. "Jesse," "Yes?" He paused and turned. "You did well tonight. Better than I could've hoped." "Thank you, sir." "Dismissed, Major. I will see you soon."

Reyes stared down at the five soldiers in front of him. The men and women stood at military rest as they looked to their commander and his Major. The air within the room was positively frigid and the frustrations were palpable. "You failed." Reyes said simply, coldly. "You failed your mission. Hanzo Shimada lives. Sojiro Shimada lives. Genji Shimada lives. The clan now knows that someone is after them - someone with enough firepower and technology to make it past their current defenses. Their security will increase. We cannot attempt this again for months, at the minimum, if ever again." His eyes narrowed. "You have failed not only myself, but Overwatch and Blackwatch alike. I considered you to be the best of the best and you have failed me." He turned his back to the soldiers. "We will have a proper debrief in the morning. For now, you are dismissed."

He turned and left the room, followed immediately by Major McCree...

Jesse stood with Nocte and Reyes within the empty firing range as Reyes held a small phone to his ear. "Jack? It's done." He smiled and returned the phone to his pocket as he looked to the pair. “Good job. Mission successful.”

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overdrivels · 7 years

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Yay requests are open again! Could I request some Reader76 where Jack and reader were together before the fall and after all the shit goes down reader thinks Jack is dead and when the recall happens they meet again except reader doesnt recognize him as 76 and reader is all like "wow this 76 guy is such an ass i cant stand him who does he think he is!" and they constatly butt heads and general sassyness shananigans :3

Ravages of Time

“I can see you haven’t been sleeping, Jack.”

Soldier: 76 stiffens. He swears Ana’s skill as a sniper granted her the ability to see through steel itself. As though she could read his thoughts, she chuckles heartily.

“I can see it in your shoulders, you can’t fool this old eye.”

She takes her place beside him by the guardrails overlooking the sea on the Watchpoint. The sun is fast fading, heralding the end of a hectic day and the beginnings of another restless night.

Soldier: 76 sighs. “It shouldn’t have been like this,” he rasps, clearly pained.

Ana hums contemplatively, willing him to continue. The chilly breeze tousles their hair and its whistle fills the silence between them. Soldier: 76 takes in a breath, steeling himself for a story he isn’t sure he is ready to tell.

The man leans against the railing. “It was my fault. I tried to interfere where I wasn’t wanted.”

Ana nods sagely. “I heard. You took your habibi off the next three missions.”

He sighs again. She could tell he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. “Ex-, Ana. We’re not together anymore.”

She scoffs, humored by the thought. “I do not recall you two breaking up.”

“Then you didn’t hear the conversation.”

It was a scant few hours ago when he heard that you had been assigned to several critical risk missions. The level of danger was high, and the chances of death even higher.

He didn’t even know you were alive until two weeks ago when Winston introduced you to the team. He thought he was finally going to die from a heart attack, seeing you alive and well–he could have sworn you perished in Switzerland. Not a day passed where the patronizing question of ‘what if’ didn’t surface in his mind.

He could still remember the conversation clearly that led to your almost-demise.

“Can we talk?”

You cocked your head to the side, a sign he had your undivided attention. Under your scrutiny, he suddenly felt foolish for even opening his mouth. But he trusted you, and that’s why he forced himself to continue. He slapped the back of his neck, rubbing carefully like he does when he’s nervous.

“Switzerland. I need you to come with me. For…” He gritted his teeth. “For…support. I can’t do this alone anymore. Would you come with me?”

There was a moment of silence where he feared you’d laugh and tell him to stop being silly, that he can do it by himself. But to his immense relief, your eyes softened and you cupped his cheek so gently. Your hand was warm and he couldn’t help but lean into it, holding your gaze steady. “What sort of asshole would I be if I said ‘no’, Commander?”

You slapped him in the shoulder encouragingly, the mild sting it brings was a fierce reminder of your strength–strength he could always count on. “Come on already, let’s get your shit patched up with Gabe already. You’ve both waited long enough.”

You would’ve been an asshole, but an alive asshole. Not that you weren’t now, but he couldn’t have known that. There should have been no survivors. But he survived. Gabriel–Reaper–survived. Wishful thinking had made him hope that you did, too, but you were no super soldier like the two of them. So he didn’t hold his breath–he just held the doors to his heart closed just so he could even sleep at night.

But seeing you those two weeks ago made the pain return full force, almost knocking him to his knees. The doors to his heart slamming open with such intensity, he feared he may never close them again. You were different, more grey in your hair than he remembered, more intense and curt, but it was still you. Time was decidedly unkind to you.

He never knew the full effects of the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” until now. You didn’t recognize him–how could you, he was a different man–but he knew it was you right away even beneath the mask you wore, and his heart ached fiercely, his blood singing in his veins, for something it was denied for so long.

But he couldn’t reveal himself–it wouldn’t be fair, he told himself. He could see the way Ana looked at him and how Winston seemed eager for something to happen. There was Jesse, who definitely gave him a side-eyed glance, and there was an awkwardness that surrounded you both when you shook hands whereas you’d tackle him with a warm hug in the past.

It only made him irritated. At himself, mostly. The obvious attention everyone else was giving him didn’t help either.

It was even worse when you declared icily during your introduction, “I’m just here to finish what Jack started.”

It was all his fault, he supposed, and he resolved the fix that. What he wouldn’t give to rewind time just so he could find you again right after the blast–even before it and tell you that he was mistaken, he doesn’t need any support, he can handle these discussions alone and spare you a life of pain. A pang of guilt would strike him with dizzying force whenever he notices something about the way you’ve aged: the small limp in your step that you do your best to hide (he can hear the unevenness); the shaking of your hand when it was free; the small box of tools you kept on your person that looked like it’s been very well used.

But unless he managed to convince Tracer to do some interference, all he could do now was to make sure that this time you didn’t die on his watch and to keep his distance. He owed you that much. It was unfortunate that you didn’t see it that way especially after you found out how he went about ensuring your safety.

“Agent 76,″ you called out. He did not budge when you stomped toward him and put yourself in his face–under previous circumstances, he would’ve been inclined to lean in closer, but now, that would be far from appropriate. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you mean?”

He could tell you knew he was feigning innocence, and you weren’t buying it. You crossed your arms over your chest, regarding him shrewdly behind the mask. “Listen. Just because I just answered the recall doesn’t give you a right to remove me from those missions.”

Ah. You found out much faster than he thought you would (he should’ve remembered not to underestimate your thoroughness from experience), but the fact that you haven’t yet started kicking his ass yet meant that you were going to give him a chance to explain himself.

Like hell he will.

“Those missions were wrongfully assigned to you. You weren’t ready for them.” He almost winced at the boldness of his own lie.

Slowly, like a mother leading a child, you spoke carefully, “Agent 76, I am not a child. I am old enough to retire. Just because you possess more grey than me doesn’t mean that you have the right to control me. Do you understand me?”

“I’m not trying to control you–”

“Then what do you call vetoing the missions that I was assigned to and accepted?” you whispered.

A pang of guilt made him want to shrink, but he held fast. “According to your profile, you haven’t been on the field in too long. You need to work your way up.”

You barked a laugh. Shit, that laugh made his back prickle–you were annoyed. “Excuse you, old man! I’m not spring chicken, but I was former Overwatch–not even the Strike Commander himself could beat my ass without going full strength.” You smacked the back of your hand against his chest. “What the fuck would you even know about missions being for me or not?”

Damn, he forgot how strong your strikes were.

‘It’s all in the wrist,’ you’d used to say as you playfully backhanded his shoulder to demonstrate. Even with his SEP enhancements and accelerated healing, it still left a mark.

You whipped a finger to his face in warning.

“You may have answered Recall faster than me, but that doesn’t mean that it makes you the fucking boss of me. Got that, soldier boy?”

God, you didn’t have to tell him that–of course he knew, he knew better than anyone else just how strong you were even in the face of adversity. But at the same time, it’s because he knew you that he had to do this.

You may think you hide it well, but he doesn’t miss the way your arm seizes right after the gun recoils during the demonstration you give them to prove that you’ve still got what it takes to be Overwatch; he isn’t able to see through your mask, but he had been with you long enough to know you were in pain even after you take a victory pose among a heap of broken training bots. It was an impressive sight made no less so by Solider: 76′s knowledge of your pain.

“Speak for yourself,” he rebutted. It may not have been the right thing to say, but he was just looking out for your well-being. “I am in charge of team compositions. If I don’t think you should be on a mission, you’re out. It’s for your own good.”

He can tell your face has twisted up into a deep scowl that he desperately wishes he could see so that he can kiss it away, but balls his hands into fists to stop.

Finally, you spat out, “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

He knows. “When you prove yourself, then we’ll reconsider it.”

“You guys don’t have enough people to be picky about this, 76.”

Yes, that’s another thing he knows, but knowing that, he still needed to protect you. “Prove yourself first, then we’ll talk.”

Your shoulders pulled back, and your whole stance stiffened. Mentally, he braced himself for a blow or another harmless (but painful) slap to the chest. But you didn’t. Instead, you growled, annoyed.

“Fine. Fine.” You threw up your hands. “You don’t want another asset on your team, fine. Have it your way, Commander. Go fuck yourself.”

It was unbelievable how much it stung to hear you say his title so sarcastically when he was used to it being used as a term of endearment. Before he could even recover from the stinging verbal blow, you were gone, uneven steps now more obvious than ever echoing in the hall.

He had let you go. Foolishly.

“So you’re going to leave it like that, Jack?” Ana asks softly.

Soldier: 76 let out a heavy sigh, shoulders sagging. He almost didn’t have the strength to lift his head and just let it hang pathetically. He never did like fighting with you. And knowing that it was his fault that you were even doing this only made him feel worse.

“I don’t know, Ana. I was…”

The words die in his mouth, leaving an imaginary bitterness he could almost taste. He was what? Foolish? Just trying to protect you? He didn’t know. The sun has long gone down, leaving the two old soldiers in the cold and misery of Jack’s memories.

Ana gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “No matter how long it’s been, not everything is lost, Jack. Go, it’s not too late.”

He has almost half a mind to refute that because it’s been a decade and he’s hurt you much more than he could ever make up for, but the look she gives him is solemn and sympathetic. He’s suddenly reminded of the explosive argument she had with Fareeha after their first meeting in over a decade, and the cookies that the two shared just last week, and he is forced to reconsider.

It really might not be too late, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to tell you the truth. Not when you were his strength all along.

This was a little rushed, but I just–OW. That prompt hurt. I couldn’t help but keep going on and on.

#soldier: 76 x reader #reader #anon #ask #my writing

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rasterized · 7 years

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official werewolf mercy au

below the cut (hopefully bc im on mobile)

ok SO,

mercy is doing some important medical research w/ werewolf dna trying to utilize the fast healing element of their dna medicinally

and yknow. naturally she tests it on herself first to see if theres any side effects bc she doesnt wanna risk it w/ someone else? so she like. gives herself a cut or s/t and then injects the experimental medicine

and like? it works but,, surprise! injecting werewolf dna into yr bloodstream, even when its been tampered with, p much guarantees you become a werewolf

and so she finds that out the next full moon and jst FLIPS,, and she refuses to tell anyone about it and just is rlly careful to hide all the symptoms

by the time overwatch disbands she still hasnt told anyone abt it

she sorta works on her own for a while healing ppl in war areas and all and she hides things rlly well and she does a lot of research on lycanthropy alongside her usual medical research,, just to see if theres a cure that doesnt involve death

and then shes like,, super hesitant to rejoin when the recall happens bc?? oh man im still Very Much a werewolf ,,

so she hides it..p well for the most part? except around fareeha bc…oh geez shes hot and IM GAY, and ! oh boy she starts changing when she gets nervous and fareeha makes her nervous bc shes gay as hell Why @ God,,

fareeha ends up getting fed up w/ angela constantly making excuses to leave her partway through conversation and shes worried if shes doing something wrong or if angela doesnt like her and…please shes such a poor anxious bird

and anyway she confronts her about it one night when shes about to run off from them jst. doing each others hair nd holding hands nd things (bc as anxious as angela gets like…she wants to have some good gay times w/ fareeha…andddd conveniently forgets its a full moon bc of course she does)

and fareeha is just? like on the verge of tears almost asking why angela keeps running off like,, are you ok? are you sick? did i do something wrong??

but like,, angela can barely answer her bc surprise shes changing and it hu r ts

and fareeha puts her hand to her mouth in shock but its mainly bc FUCK that looks painful angela r u okay

she ends up looking jst like a big blond wolf and shes jst. whining nd whimpering shes seriously such a softie of a werewolf

and once fareeha recovers from the initial shock she jst. tried talking w/ her and asks if she can pet her and shes just speaking softly to calm her down

but also fareeha “im definitely not a furry” amari is SO EXCITED AND HER GF IS A WEREWOLF AND SHE WANTS TO BE A WEREWOLF TOO IMMEDIATELY,,

they fall asleep at some point and when they wake up angela is human again and she tries to get up and make herself decent but fareeha sorta drags her back into bed nd they sleep for a while longer

then fareeha tries to casually ask angela abt maaaybe turning her too after theyre both awake

cue “WHAT WHY WOULD U WANT…..arent you afraid? or uncomfortable? or anything????” and all that angsty stuff

and fareeha “still not a furry nope” amari is telling her shes beautiful no matter what and a ton of cheesy garbage and then they kiss kiss fall in love

she totally turns fareeha bc shes too gay and cant resist her puppy eyes (no pun intended except it totally was)

a while later fareeha pursuades angela to tell the rest of the team abt them too reinhardt and ana r the first to know bc theyre like parents to them

and so they jst hit them w/ the “we’re dating” first and theyre SO PROUD and happy and excited and then “aaaalso me and angela r werewolves now” and?? what excuse you

it,, takes a bit of persuading at first but they dont love them any less bc of it ahhh

also…mercy meeting gabe again after thinking he was dead and finding out that overwatch took the experimental medical treatment w/ werewolf dna (that she had tested on herself and made her a werewolf) and used it on gabe w/out permission from anyone involved so. werewolf reaper

#overwatch #pharmercy #werewolf mercy #this au is so important to me now?? i gotta share what i have so far ahh #also....heck i will write a fic myself if i have to even tho my writing isnt gr8 #werewolf angela ziegler #ft. werewolf gabe and fareeha 'not a furry' amari #angela ziegler

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smalltragedy · 4 years

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hllo this is my second child i think theyre p grand n i love them a lot. as always pls like if u’d like to plot i’d lov to interact with everybody

VIOLENCE TW

mini playlist.

statistics.

full name: gabriel de leon.

nickname(s): gabe.

birthday: october 31st, 1997.

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, gemini ascending.

mbti & temperament: esfp & improvisor / sanguine.

label: the icarian.

hometown: belleville, new jersey.

sexuality: homosexual.

pinterest.

biography.

his mom’s name is sonia n we love her. she worked a lot as a single mom n p much hs done everything on her own ever since leaving spain.

bt its like. ok. bc she hd gabe <3 n they dnt talk abt it so it practically nvr happened. n she tries her best as a mom n usually tht is enough.

they moved around a lot just bc sonia is a very. flighty person. anxious bt nvr seems tht way is just always. tense. gabe didnt think she ws capable of relaxing fr. a rly long time.

he wld’ve complained more bt. fr sonia’s sake gabe kept it 2 himself. it made her happy 2 see them all get along anyways n like. idk he cld put forth tht little effort <3

personality & facts.

in tune with nature. loves fkn taking walks. hangs out in the woods by abernathy creek n lilac ridge bc nobody rly goes there n its just. nice

so so so energetic. can never stay still. always hs to be moving around. restless like tht. probably got it frm his mom. overly protective over the ppl he loves. probably got it frm his mom as well.

goes onto Tangents bt also divert frm those tangents n is generally all over the place.

always cold n always looks tired n like he hsnt slept in a thousand years n u know what. sometimes he just does not sleep.

oooohh theyre a vegan. totally into animal rights. devious little demi man beyond that .. loves horror n the paranormal n believes in like. every cryptic. will debate u on it.

erm not. the kindest 2 themself theyre a bit self destructive. impulsive. drives very fast n parties super hard. said i will hv my effy stonem moment. u dont hv to gabe.

wanted plots.

#( gabriel de leon. ) about. / imaginary enemy.#irvingintro #violence tw

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