#Dad Gabriel and his adopted cowboy son

[macabrecabra]

I saw this dad Reyes and little son McCree prompt somewhere, but forgot where…the prompt is like this: little McCree is a master when it comes to hide and seek because he always had to hide from other Deadlock members, and every time he plays hide and seek with some other agents, Gabe literally has to pull a full scale search and rescue team, and Jesse would be found in the close, 7 feet off the ground or something.

This prompt sounds so familiar XD; I'malmost sure I wrote a prompt about hide-and-go-seek king McCreebefore 8I;  That or all these little McCree prompts are blending intoone . ___.

For anon!

Title: Hide-And-Go-SeekRating:GRelationship: Dad Gabriel and his little cowboy son McCree

Putting a tracker on McCree more orless would solve this entire issue and Gabriel knew that. If he justhad McCree bugged with something on his clothes that would just leadhim to where the boy was and he wouldn't have to bring Blackwatch to ascreeching halt and organize a full scale game of hide-and-go-seek.

This time he really, really needed toremember to do that when he found the kid.

“Any sign of him?” Gabriel grumbledinto the com unit as he prowled down another hallways looking leftand right.“Nothing in the cafeteria and before you ask, yesI was thorough,” Jack responded, “I looked everywhere from on topthe fridge and buried in the pans. Every place that was big enough tofit a six year old even if it seemed impossible for a child to getthere,”“You know Gabe, if you just put a bell on him orsomething, this would be a lot easier,” Ana teased idly, “Andnothing on my end. My team has finished a sweep of the grounds withno luck. Not sure how Reinhardt and his group are fairing,”Gabrielfrowned just a bit, mentally checking off locations in his head, “Andnothing in the crew quarters and yes Ana, I know. Even with a bell onthough I bet the kid could pull of a goddamn vanishing act,”“Whydoes he hide like this anyways?” Jack asked, “Not like there isany reason for it,”“Old habit I guess having to hide fromthe gang with whatever scraps of food he managed to grab,” Gabriellet out a sigh.

That was the one reason he couldn't becomplete mad at McCree. It wasn't like the boy was being maliciousabout his hiding or doing it for fun. He did it because it was morethan a game at times for him. Just sometimes Gabriel wish it was justa little bit easier to find Jesse and that finding the boydidn't require himgetting all of Overwatch's staff involved in the manhunt.

Gabriel's musings though came to ahalt as  a small sound reached his ears. A faint shuffling sound likesomeone on their hands and knees moving about, being as stealthy asthey could. If the entire hallway hadn't been dead silent, Gabrielwouldn't have even noticed the faint noise.

He quickly went still, eyes narrowingas he strained to hear where the noise was coming from and try topinpoint where it was originating from. His gut instinct washollering at him that it was Jesse. There was no doubt in his mindthat the shuffling sneak he was picking up on was the pint-sizedcowboy in his newest least expected hidey hole.

The sound though was so faint and inthe hallways it echoed strangely, making it sound like it was comingout of every vent along the way. Carefully Gabriel began to move forward, walking from toe to heel to soften his footfall and pausingat every vent screen to listen.  It was honestly surprising Jesse hadgotten into the vents in the first place. Not like the boy could getthe screws off a vent with one of his bulky fake toy screwdrivers andGabriel sure as hell didn't let the boy play with any real tools.

Not only that, but to go this far inthe vents without issue like he was born to sneak around in them wasa surprise as well. Most kids his age would probably be wailing inthe dark and giving themselves away. Either Jesse was putting on abrave face or he was just a fearless, reckless kindergartner on amission to never be found, lost off on his own adventures into themost unknown parts of Overwatch.

That adventure though was about tocome to an end. Gabriel finally came to a pause at one vent, hearingthe shuffling loud and clear and it was only growing louder meaningJesse was nearly to this vent. Carefully, the commander of Blackwatchpulled out his pocket knife and with relative ease jiggled the screwsout of the top of the vent carefully, keeping one hand on the top tokeep it from falling open just yet. It was an old trick he hadlearned during his training, one of those secret agent tricks thatwas not as glamorous as the movies would make it seem.

He waited patiently, every musclein his body on edge as the shuffling grew closer. As soon as he sawthe brim of the cowboy hat slowly come into view, he lunged,droppingthe vent casing and grabbing onto Jesse. The boy let out a shriek andbegan to squirm, griping onto the side of the vent with a death gripas Gabriel tried to tug him out. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Iwas coming right back!” Jesse shrieked, flailing about, “I'll begood next time I swear! Don't ground me!”

“Ground you? Jesse, when have I everdone that?” Gabriel snapped as he kept his grip on the squirmingboy, “What I want to know is why you thought it funny to hide forso long!”

Jesse let out a distressed whine,giving up on his fight and not more or less slumping over like a deadweight,shaking his head and refusing any answer.  Gabriel bit backthe sigh that wanted to escape him, instead opting to just pick upJesse and holding him up, wrinkling his nose a bit at the musty smellof dust now clinging to the boy. “And you are going to needa bath after crawling through god knows what in those vents,” Thatstatement earned another whine from Jesse as he pouted, shaking hishead. “I like being dirty! Boys are dirty  and I'm a boy!Hygiene is for girls!” Jesse protested.

“Hygiene is for kids who want to havedessert tonight,” Gabriel corrected, eyes narrowing. Thatcaused Jesse to pause for a moment, pursing his lips thoughtfully ashis expression became conflicted. A few seconds passed beforeinevitably the desire for sweets and ice cream overcame the need toprofuse his “manliness” by being filthy and he at length, gave asmall nod.“Only if I get extra ice cream,” Jessehuffed.“We will see if you do after you decided tobe naughty and hide from me,” Gabriel grumbled before moving tothumb his radio, “Located Jesse. Okay but a little ball of dirt anddust,”“Most excellent news!” Came Reinhardt's boomingvoice, “Another successful hunt!”

Ana chuckled over the com and Gabrielcould just see her shaking her head, “That it is. Now Gabe,remember, put a bell on the kid, yes?”

“Yeah yeah. Going to give him a bathand then be back at the meeting. Gabriel out,”  he turned hisattention now back to the boy still in his grip, staring at him withwide eyes expectantly.  The commander of Blackwatch gaveJesse a faint smile before heading towards the bathroom, “Come oncowboy. Time for you to become a sea cowboy,”

“Bleh,” Jesse grumbled, sticking outhis tongue in displeasure.Gabriel could only chuckle at thesight. He was just glad the boy was safe and sound again.

[valgeristik]

some mer au doodles + an old old comics that im too lazy to digitalize au ramblings under the cut:

as i already drew before, gabriel meets an angry teenager jesse while fishing. (jesse cuts his tail pretty badly while trying to steal the fish) And well. cant leave a kid to die in the ocean, right?  so he takes him home (with lots of screaming and cursing because jesse is a brat at that age) and mends the wound. Jesse ends up really LOVING westerns (because what else can a bored teenager do but watch the tv right? ) gabe buys him a cowboy hat off the internet and it becomes jesses absolute favourite posession

they start getting along really quickly bcs gabe has the patience of a saint and jesse isnt actually as angry as he wants to appear to be when he is well enough, gabe helps him back into the ocean but jesse still hangs around a lot and sometimes gabe takes him back to the house to watch movies and stuff its very chill it is absolutely NOT a romantic relationship and if i catch anyone tagging this as mcrey im going to kermit. also please dont reblog if you ship it because i hate it and i Will block you thanks!!!!!!!!!

[megsblackfirewrites]

Camping Adventures

Camping Adventures

Summary: Camp Wapiti is a favourite destination for children during the summer. Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes have kept the camp running smoothly for years, but there's a darker secret creeping through the forests at night. They can control it most days, but tonight, the monster has gotten the better of them.

Jack has to move fast if he wants to protect the kids.

Jack listened to the kids screaming as they jumped in the lake. He watched from a little further back, checking off a list of duties. His earpiece was going off as the other camp councillors sounded off their daily tasks. He nodded as Ana gave the checkpoint sound-off from where she had taken the older kids, checking the box and writing in the time beside it.

“Hey, Jack, that little McCree kid’s having a bit of a panic attack,” Liao said over the earpiece. “You’re great with his sister; can you go see what’s up?”

“Sure thing,” Jack said as he headed for the shore. “Can you make sure Reinhardt gets his chores done? He’s the only one that hasn’t reported in.”

“I think I saw him up in the mess hall trying to coax one of the little ones out from under the benches,” Liao said.

“That’s alright; I just want to make sure we have food dealt with before the truck heads out for supplies,” Jack said as he headed for the little figure huddled up the path. “Hello, bud; you’re Jesse McCree?”

The ten-year-old’s head snapped up and he swallowed. Jesse nodded and reached up to rub at his eyes. He had the same colour of eyes as his two older siblings, that beautiful shade of soulful brown that Vanessa always called ‘puppy-dog’. Jack sat down beside Jesse and set his clipboard off to the side; he didn’t want Jesse thinking that he was doing this because it was a box on a check list.

“You okay? Why aren’t you in the lake with the others?” he asked.

Jesse let out a whimper and looked away. “Scared.”

“Scared of the lake?” Jack asked. “It is deep, but if you aren’t comfortable, there’re life jackets that you can wear.”

Jesse shook his head and hugged himself. “No.”

“You sure?” Jack tilted his head to the side. “It’s pretty fun.”

Jesse shook his head more. Jack reached out and gently ran a hand over Jesse’s back.

“Or, is it the first time you’ve been away from Van?” he asked gently.

Jesse’s eyes teared up and he looked away. Jack kept rubbing his hand up and down Jesse’s back. Vanessa had been just as scared when she had been left alone while Thomas went with the older kids. Considering their dad had said that his kids did almost everything together, the fear was understandable.

“Do you want to spend the day with me instead?” Jack asked. “I’m a good friend of Van’s. And Ana will tell me when they’re heading back so you know when to go see your sister.”

Jesse sniffled and rubbed at his eyes. “Okay,” he whispered.

The signature McCree accent was already in full affect. Jack had laughed the first time he heard it because something that thick should not come out of young people’s mouths. Vanessa had threatened to fight him, which made him laugh harder because here was this little six year old bouncing out from around her father’s leg to fight him. Thomas had apologized while his father, Joel, just started laughing at his little spit-fire.

Jack offered his hand and Jesse took it. They rose and Jack showed him up the path. He let Moira know that he had Jesse with him so that she wouldn’t be a head short when she got the kids out of the water. She thanked him for the head’s up before shouting at someone not to run and jump off of ‘that’ dock. He smirked as he walked Jesse up towards his office.

“Are you the boss?” Jesse asked.

“There’s two head councillors; I’m in charge of people while Gabriel handles activities,” Jack said. “He also deals with food, which you can give us a kid’s insight if you want.”

“Okay,” Jesse smiled as they walked up the stairs to the office.

“Hey, Gabe!” Jack called as he pushed the door open. “I got…ooh, nope!”

He carefully pulled the door closed so that only his head was poking through. He gave his boyfriend a playfully glare as he made sure the innocent eyes could not see the massive dick currently flopped suggestively across his desk.

“Gabe, Jesse McCree is going to stay with us for the day,” he said, leaving the ‘please put your dick away’ unsaid.

“Oh,” Gabriel blinked before quickly yanking his shorts on. “Could have told me sooner.”

“Gabe. I just said it over the radio like, five minutes ago,” Jack rolled his eyes as he pushed the door open and let Jesse wander in.

“Was Gabe naked?” Jesse asked immediately. “Pa always reacts like that when he’s naked.”

Jack let out a snort of laughter and nodded. “Yes, Gabriel was naked,” he said. “And you have to call him ‘Gabriel’, okay? Only I get to call him ‘Gabe’.”

“Why?” Jesse wrinkled his nose.

“Because Jack’s my boyfriend,” Gabriel said as he dropped into his chair. “And only my boyfriend can call me cute nicknames.”

Jesse’s eyes widened before he looked at Jack. He hurried over to Gabriel and tugged on his hand. He leaned closer and whispered something in Gabriel’s ear. Gabriel grinned widely and winked at Jack.

“Oh, I agree, kiddo,” Gabriel said.

“I’d ask, but I’m not going to betray his trust,” Jack rolled his eyes as he sat down at his desk.

He immediately started typing up his reports, filling out the necessary forms for the owners of the camp. They liked daily updates on how everything was going, even if they only ever showed up once a season. It probably made them feel like their ‘precious baby’ was actually under their control. Jack was starting to get annoyed with the endless paperwork that kept getting dumped on him, but at least he had a pretty face to distract him.

“You think we need that many hot dogs?” Gabriel laughed.

“Yah!” Jesse laughed. “Hot dogs are the best!”

“What about material for s’mores?” Jack asked as he sent off a report.

“Yes!” Jesse squealed happily. “And cookies!”

“What kind?” Gabriel asked as he started typing on his computer.

His boyfriend shot him a small smile as Jesse excitedly started listing off a number of different cookies that he wanted. He knew that look and felt the same desire burning in his gut. He wanted nothing more than to have kids with Gabriel, to fill their modest home with happy little voices. They needed to get married first, though, or Gabriel’s mother would eat them alive. There was only so many things that Gabriel’s mother was willing to ignore about her unconventional son. Babies before marriage was not one, even if it was only adoption.

Jack had another report done and ready to be sent off when Moira poked her head into the office. She lifted an eyebrow at Gabriel and Jesse as they loudly and happily discussed which Western cowboy was better, John Wayne or Clint Eastwood, but didn’t say anything.

“Hello, Moira,” Jack smiled. “Problem?”

“Just letting you know that I’m going to be taking the kids up to the meadow for some bird watching,” she said. “The battery in my headset died, so I need a new one.”

“Of course,” Jack said as he got up and got her a new battery, taking the dead one and putting it to charge. “You think the kids are going to like bird watching?”

“I think they’re old enough to appreciate it; if not, it’s a great place for tag,” Moira shrugged. “Enjoy your afternoon, Jack.”

She left without another word, but she saw the look she shot Gabriel. Jesse glanced over at Jack as he sat back down and pulled nervously at the bottom of his shirt.

“Does she not like me?” he asked. “She was lookin’ at me weird.”

“She probably wanted to tease Gabe,” Jack smiled. “Everyone likes to tease Gabe about him having kids.”

“Hush,” Gabriel laughed and leaned back in his chair. “I’m not going to be ashamed of the fact that I love kids.”

“No reason to be, love,” Jack smirked. “You just tend to ‘steal’ some.”

Jesse let out a giggle. “You can’t steal me!” he laughed. “Tom will take me back!”

“I’m sure he would,” Gabriel chuckled before he brought up another form. “What you think of this, kiddo?”

“Gray, don’t swing that,” Jack glared at the ten-year-old. “That was just in the fire. You could burn someone.”

He watched the kid roll his eyes as he sank down onto his seat by the fire. Gray was pouting, but Jack ignored him as he checked to make sure the others were enjoying their hot dogs. Jesse was sitting right beside him, happily chomping his everything-on-it hot dog. He could hear Vanessa cackling a few fires over and Thomas’ gentle reminder to calm down so that she didn’t choke.

Jesse glanced up at him as Jack shifted forward. Jack winked at the adorable little kid before he lowered his voice.

“Do you know the story of the Monster of Camp Wapiti?” he asked.

The kids stared at him and a few of them shook their heads. The story was pretty infamous around the camp-goers and new versions were always cropping up. Jack loved telling the story and seeing the look of fear and intrigue on the young faces.

“They say that a long time ago, this place used to be a sacred place to the local native. They would come up here for visions and bring along special meats from their kills. Because of that blood and meat left behind, the wolves started coming to the area looking for easy food,” Jack said. “The wolves were hungry because the natives were over-hunting to satisfy the spirits that they were praying to. The wolves started attacking the people, dragging them off into the forest to eat. Their screams could be heard for miles around and people got scared.

“They started killing the wolves, but their numbers never seemed to shrink. There were whispers that the spirits were coming back as wolves to kill people as they were very unsatisfied with them. They started praying for forgiveness, offering masks and necklaces instead of meat so that the wolves didn’t come back.”

Jack leaned forward so that his face was highlighted by the fire. “The spirits started killing the people begging for forgiveness and raising them as wolves,” he said. “No one knows why, but soon, the tribe was no more. The only thing left were wolves, but the wolves weren’t the same as they used to be. They say that the wolves walked on two legs and ate anything that moved. And their favourite food is children.”

At that moment, something huge jumped out of the shadows. It howled loudly, scaring the kids so that they scampered over to Jack. Jack bit his lip to keep from laughing, holding tightly onto the two kids that had thrown themselves into his arms.

Gabriel laughed as he pulled the wolfman mask off of his face. “Aw, did I scare you?” he asked.

“Gabriel!” Jesse shouted before he bolted forward and hugged Gabriel around the waist. “That’s mean!”

“What do you expect from a scary story?” Gabriel laughed as he sat down. “We started s’mores yet?”

“Not yet; everyone was just finishing off their hot dogs,” Jack said. “If they are still hungry, that is.”

The kids squealed at the prospect of gooey treats and eagerly crowded around Gabriel as he started roasting marshmallows. The kids devoured every single s’more that Gabriel made, laughing and telling their own scary stories. Gabriel handed the last s’more to Jack, smiling as they sat close to each other on their bench.

The kids started nodding off around ten, huffing as Gabriel rounded them up to head for their cabins. Jack put out the fire, making sure it was good and doused before going to see the other age groups off. It took a little while to make sure all the kids were back in their cabins and that they weren’t going to try to sneak out. He said his goodnights to the other councillors and retreated to his and Gabriel’s cabin.

He was swept off his feet as soon as he closed the door. He laughed, hanging on as his full-moon enhanced boyfriend spun him around in circles. They smiled at each other, blue eyes staring into brown-turning-yellow, and kissed. The kiss quickly turned heated as Gabriel carried him to the bed, hands roaming over Jack’s body.

“You’re so hot when you’re protective,” Gabriel growled in his ear. “Can’t wait to see you with kids of our own.”

“Me neither,” Jack groaned as he was set on the bed. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, smiling as Gabriel’s hungry eyes roamed over. “Like what you see?”

“Always,” Gabriel said as he crawled over Jack.

They kissed, holding each other as Gabriel’s body twisted and bulged. Jack pushed his fingers through the emerging gray fur, smiling against hardened lips as a big, warm tongue brushing against his. He felt Gabriel flinch and wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s shoulders, holding him as the painful process reached its worst moment. Gabriel whimpered in his ear before slumping in exhaustion, his newly grown tail thumping lazily against the bed.

“Hey,” Jack murmured as he reached up to scratch behind Gabriel’s ears. “All good?”

“Mmm,” Gabriel murmured before nuzzling his cheek. “Want to mount you.”

“Just don’t knot in me,” Jack said. “I need to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Will do,” Gabriel said as he nuzzled his neck.

It was a vigorous round of sex for them, just like it was every time Gabriel changed under the light of the full moon in Camp Wapiti. They didn’t know what had happened to him, but at some point, Gabriel started taking on the form of a wolf. He was never dangerous, still very much present when he changed, but it was still terrifying to see a werewolf running around at night. It never happened anywhere else; he never grew fur at home; but those three months at Camp Wapiti saw him turning into a wolf at least three times.

When they were finished, Jack slumped against the bed, thoroughly fucked and loving the afterglow. He snuggled into Gabriel’s warm fur, sighing softly as Gabriel’s warm hands pressed against his back. He passed out surrounded by his boyfriend’s familiar scent and the pleasant feeling between his legs.

He woke to a scream. He bolted upright, his brain stuttering as it struggled to comprehend what he was hearing. Gabriel was gone, but his scent was still fresh enough to let him know that he hadn’t left too long ago. He could hear other people screaming and scrambled to his feet, grabbing his pajama bottoms off the end of the bed and pulling them on.

“What’s happened?” he asked as he hurried out of his cabin with a flashlight.

“Jesse’s gone!” Thomas shouted as he came running over.

There was another scream and Jack’s head snapped around towards the woods. Dread filled his gut as he heard the screams continue. Gabriel couldn’t have done something, could he?

“Get the other kids and make sure they stay put,” Jack ordered. “Ana, Moira, Reinhardt, fan out. We’ll find him soon.”

He didn’t wait to hear for a confirmation from the other councillors before he took off running. He quickly outdistanced everyone, vaulting over brush and fallen logs as he tried to figure out where Gabriel would have gone. Jesse’s screams turned into sobs, carrying on the wind and directing Jack towards him. His gut sank as he realized where Gabriel had brought him; the plateau really had been a place of prayer and it was where they suspected that Gabriel had contracted his lycanthropy.

Jesse was lying on the plateau on his stomach, curled up in a ball and crying. Jack hurried forward, dropping to his knees beside the boy. He checked his body, hushing him as he looked for any signs of damage. There was drool around the scruff of his shirt and his arms and legs were torn up from the brush, but there was no signs of bites or scratches.

“I’m here, Jesse,” he soothed as he picked Jesse up. “It’s Jack.”

“Jack?” Jesse whimpered. “Jack, Jack, I’m scared! The Monster came and took me!”

“I know,” Jack said. “I know. But I’m here now; the Monster can’t hurt you now.”

“Why?” Jesse whimpered. “Why?”

“I don’t know, Jesse,” Jack said as he held Jesse close and turned around. “We’ll get you back, okay? Just….”

He fell silent and clutched Jesse to his chest. Gabriel was standing in his way, flanked by two wolves. They were as silent as graves, staring at him and Jesse as they stood on the plateau. Gabriel’s tail started wagging slowly and he looked expectantly at Jack.

“Don’t let go,” Jack said as he shifted the grip on his flashlight. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Jesse whispered. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing I want to be a part of,” Jack replied as he got ready to run. “Don’t let go.”

Jesse pushed his face into Jack’s chest and dug his nails into the flesh between his shoulders. Jack stared at Gabriel as he let out a low rumble. The two wolves took a step forward, moonlight illuminating the white of their mottled fur, but their yellow eyes looked dead and soulless in the dark. Jack took a few deep gulps before he twisted around and bolted for the edge of the plateau. He heard Gabriel yowl behind him and the heavy slam of his feet, but he had the headstart he needed.

His toes pushed down on the edge of the plateau and he launched himself off, holding Jesse close to his chest. He’d gotten just enough of a running start to propel him over the first few trees and get him level with the water below. He tilted himself back and felt himself slam into the shallow river. Stars erupted behind his eyelids as he did his best to keep Jesse’s head out of the water.

The river rushed them along down the side of the plateau and out into the lake. Jesse squealed as they went under, but he was already kicking his way towards shore when Jack surface. Jack kicked hard after him, diving under his little body to get him up on his back. Jesse accepted the piggy back ride without complaint, clinging to Jack’s shoulders as he panted heavily.

“You jumped,” Jesse whispered as Jack’s feet found bottom. “From that really high place!”

“I knew the river was there,” Jack said as he hauled Jesse up onto the shore and let him drop to the ground. “Gabe and I used to jump in there as kids. You need a good running start though or you hit the trees and drop like a rock. Broke my shoulder the first time. Let’s get you back to your brother; I’m sure he’s scared stiff.”

Jesse nodded and grabbed Jack’s hand. “That was Gabriel, wasn’t it?” he whispered. “That werewolf?”

Jack looked at Jesse for a long moment before he nodded his head. “Yes,” he said. “But he’s never done this before. I don’t know what happened. He’d never do this to anyone.”

Jesse held Jack’s hand close to his chest as they walked. “Pa’s a wolf too,” he whispered. “He said that sometimes you can’t stop instinct. Maybe Gabriel wanted to eat me? Like the Monster does?”

“The Monster of Camp Wapiti is just a story, Jesse,” Jack said. “There isn’t really a pack of wolfmen running around eating little kids. The camp wouldn’t have been open for long if there was.”

“But what if there really was a monster?” Jesse asked as he tugged on Jack’s hand. “What if that’s why there’s a story at all?”

“Jesse,” Jack turned and knelt down, gently taking Jesse by the shoulders. “That story is made up. It’s like any other campfire story. It’s just meant to scare you. There’s no truth about it. Whatever it is that turns people like Gabriel or your Pa into wolfmen during the full moon does not turn them into monsters. They’re still in there and in full control. I’ll find out why Gabriel did this and I will make sure he’s punished for it.”

Jesse nodded and rubbed at his eyes. “I want to go home,” he whispered. “I want my Pa.”

“I’ll call him in the morning, okay?” Jack said. “I’m sure he’ll come get you if you tell him you’re scared.”

“Jesse!” Thomas shouted as he came sprinting around the lake. “Jesse!”

“Tom!” Jesse shouted happily. “Tom, Jack saved me!”

Jack smiled as Jesse rushed to his brother and threw himself into his arms. Thomas clutched his brother close, whispering softly to him. Thomas’ eyes flicked up to Jack’s and he could see the relief and appreciation in his dark eyes. Jack nodded to him as he heard a long, mournful howl behind him. He and Thomas looked up towards the plateau before hurrying back towards the camps.

Gabriel ducked into the cabin shortly before sunrise. Jack was waiting for him, his fear from the night boiling over into rage.

“What were you thinking?” Jack demanded as he grabbed the front of Gabriel’s shirt and shook him. “You could have seriously hurt him! You could have gotten Jesse killed! Is that what you want on your conscious for the rest of your life? Huh? Is it?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Gabriel hung his head. “Please…Jack….”

“You know damn well what you were doing! You brought him up to the plateau, Gabriel. That’s where all that Native American stuff happened. You can still see the lines carved into the rock. Don’t fucking lie to me!”

Gabriel looked away. “Jack….”

“You tell me what the fuck you were planning or so help me, Gabriel, I’ll…!”

“I want to make a pack,” Gabriel whispered.

His voice was so quiet that Jack almost missed what he said. Tears glimmered on Gabriel’s lashes as he hung his head, shoulders sinking as a broken sob pulled at his chest.

“I wanted a pack,” he repeated. “With you and…and a pup. I wanted a chance to have a pack with you, to finally get our babies. It was wrong. It was so fucking wrong and I can’t believe I let that sort of broken instinct control me.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jack whispered before he hugged his boyfriend close. “You’re such a fucking idiot and you’re so fucking lucky I love you. Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again, do you hear me? This is the last year we’re coming to this camp.”

“I know,” Gabriel whispered and clung to him. “I can’t…I can’t handle this anymore, Jack. It’s like the wolf is taking me over every full moon. I can’t…I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else, especially not any child. I get if you want to leave….”

“We’re in this together,” Jack snapped as he laced their fingers together. “No matter what. I’ll get this shit sorted out, get through one more month, and then leave. Jesse’ll go home to his Pa, Ana and Reinhardt will take over, and we can try to get on with our lives.”

Gabriel nodded and pushed his face into Jack’s shoulder. “I owe you,” he whispered. “I owe you so much.”

“Ssh,” Jack soothed as he cupped the back of Gabriel’s head and slowly started rocking him. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

[segadores-y-soldados]

Segador|Soldado and Sharpshooter: Gifted

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11241324/chapters/25124109

Happy Father’s Day!

Have some cute family fluff about two commander dads and their newly adopted cowboy son.

Fic Summary:

A side-story about how Gabriel was given his Blackwatch shotguns, and Jack was given a gift from the heart.

AKA

Overwatch's first year with the spitball known as Jesse McCree, and how two commanders with not enough time on their hands and too much room in their hearts adopted a tumbleweed of a cowboy.

And how they gave him a second chance at a family.

Fic Preview:

“Ah, nah,” Jesse says, shoving his hands in his pockets, scuffing the toe of a boot at the floor as he tries to smile back, “It really ain’t worth yer time, Commander -”

“Well, sure it is, Jesse,” Jack replies, giving him one of the most genuine, warm smiles Jesse thinks anyone’s ever turned towards him.  The commander tilts his head a li’l, chuckling, “I always like hearing what you have to say, kid.”

Oh no, Jesse thinks, feeling despair sink into the pit of his stomach.

Oh no, I trust him -

“It’s a dumb gift idea.”

The words are out of Jesse’s mouth before he can stop himself.

But Jack is hardly fazed by Jesse’s apparent shock and lack of tact - there’s a calm, firm hand on Jesse’s back, patting him reassuringly as Jack takes a step back into his office, saying cheerfully, “A gift for who?  Angela?”

“What - no, what, why,” Jesse states, giving Jack a quizzical, yet deadpan stare, and the commander shrugs, chuckling, “Just thought I’d take a guess - wait.”

Jack’s face deepens into a concerned and slightly skeptical scowl as he mutters, “It’s not a gift for Torbjörn, is it?  I’m still mad he got you that BAMF belt buckle for Christmas.”

“...What’s wrong with the belt buckle,” Jesse asks, squinting at Jack real hard as he steps into the office, pouting slightly as he squares up against the commander, muttering tartly, “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a li’l flair, Pops.”

“There’s ‘flair’ and then there’s ‘poor taste,’ Jesse,” Jack retorts, snapping the button on the door to slide it shut.  The commander sighs as he returns to his desk, plopping himself in the chair behind the monitors and holo-projections of his computer, “The assistant to the Commander of Blackwatch should try to look a little more presentable -”

“Papito wears a hoodie, Pops,” Jesse grumbles, tossing himself into one of the guest chairs across the desk, folding his arms as he adds with a slow, sugar contemplation, “And a beanie.”

“Look, I’ve never been able to control how Gabe dresses,” Jack admits, shrugging slightly, before he points at Jesse with a smirk, “But I’d hate for you to pick up on his bad habits.”

“Trust me,” Jesse chuckles, before gesturing at his chest and legs, saying smugly, “The unfashionable boss ain’t responsible for this avante garde freshness.”

Jack gives him a long, thousand-yard look before muttering, “So about this gift.”

Oh.

Right.

That.

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Overwatch HCs

Ana: straight. the otp with reinhardt. pretty shameless with her affection and probably embarrasses pharah with it sometimes. not vulgar, just old and open. somewhat motherly toward mccree, and is team advice grandma. voted most likely to share an embarrassing story about anyone giving her too much sass.

Bastion: beeps boops. sexuality and gender are not a thing. has made friends with nearly the entire crew of overwatch, including the anti-omnics, save for maybe anyone on team talon. voted most likely to have a collection of decorative flower pots.

D.va: pansexual trans girl. way more interested in vidya games than people. became quick bffs with lúcio, who is her transitioning buddy. her and genji are casual friends, who share a passion for classic arcade games. quietly thinks hanzo is hot but is Not About That stuffy personality. also likes the junkers, partly in an ironic way but also genuinely. voted most likely to make a meme out of stupid shit her teammates say.

Genji: bisexual. the otp with mccree, established before recall. after he overcomes his body dysphoria thanks to zenyatta’s guidance, genji regains confidence in his sexuality and becomes a giant flirt 2.0. polyamorous cyborg is much more respectful and less flighty in relationships than his younger self was. had a dragon tattoo mirroring hanzo’s own but in green down his right arm, before it got torn the fuck off. all that remains of his old body is bits of his face, his left arm, and a few vital organs. death by ryuu ga waga teki wo kurau. voted most likely to spew absolute filth in japanese around those he knows cannot speak it for kicks.

Hanzo: either bisexual with a slight female preference, or demi. thinks the team cowboy is hot hot hot, but has a much harder time coming to terms with his (gay) feelings than his brother does. has a friendship with satya based on their mutual appreciation for order and company in silence. his legs are prosthetic. voted most obnoxiously tidy room.

Junkrat: ?? gray asexual, probably. too preoccupied with blowing shit up to care much. when he isn’t blowing shit up, he actually puts in quite an effort to befriend his teammates, but to the point it is overbearing and invasive. voted most likely to lose more limbs by the end of the year.

Lúcio: bisexual, slight male preference. trans guy. became quick bffs with hana, who is his transitioning buddy. his lower half is partially prosthetic, with enhancements; unlike hanzo, synthetic pieces are built around his fleshy legs that allow him to not only walk but skate like a pro. also hangs around reinhardt a lot, but everyone loves reinhardt. voted most likely to disappear at night to satisfy a sweet tooth craving.

Mccree: bisexual. the otp with genji, established before recall. big on pet names and 100% shameless when it comes to using them in public. has a tattoo on his upper back from his deadlock days, which he now regrets. his relationship with reyes is complicated at best, largely thanks to gabriel having treated him much like a father would a son in his early recruit days. to say negative feelings have completely replaced any of appreciation and love would be a lie. still close to pharah and ana. voted most likely to whistle loudly in the shower.

Mei: bisexual or gay. probably gay. suffers from ptsd due to losing her friends in the cryostasis incident, just is, to her detriment, very good at hiding it behind a smile. has coping rituals to get by and generally gets along well with the recall team, but occasionally has to force herself to socialize. tracer, lúcio, and zarya have been particularly good at making this easier for her. voted most likely to describe memories in vivid detail like no one else can.

Mercy: bisexual. low on the angela hcs, but her hands are DIRTY, the pure angel persona is a lie. might’ve had a minor interest in ana romantically in her younger days, but never did anything about it. voted most likely to overwork herself.

Pharah: gay. thought she had a small crush on mccree when she was young, but came to realize she simply admired his confidence and companionship. has since formed a brother-sister relationship with him that’s lasted to present day. has complicated feelings toward mercy, namely, is Hella In Love with her while mercy felt more companionship with her mother in the older days, and sees fareeha like a sister. she wants to return the familial sentiment but just ends up sweating a lot and acting like a clumsy, lovesick fool. voted most likely to follow an insanely strict meal plan for health benefits.

Reaper: gay. gay and his relationship with morrison is so, so deliciously complicated. a great number of things fanned the fire that led to the incident at swiss HQ, and their personal (gaaay) relationship certainly didn’t help douse any flames. whatever happened, reyes was screwed just as much as jack, if not more. practically canon supported. voted most likely to have skull crushing thighs.

Reinhardt: straight. the otp with ana. the most affectionate partner out of all the heroes, hands down. will let you swing from his flexing biceps whether you are 4 or 40 and boisterously proclaim how he is loving every second of it. has a garden he tends to and harvests on base. fareeha’s adoptive father, but also kind of everyone’s adoptive grandfather. voted most likely to wake others with his snoring.

Roadhog: bisexual. has a natural talent for detail work, and can pick up just about any handicraft in a few attempts. if he isn’t blasting holes into things, he’s probably somewhere off in his own space sewing or baking. is polynesian, and can play a mean ukulele. vegetarian. voted most likely to liberate a herd of animals from the pound.

Soldier 76: bisexual. see: reaper. not a dad, but definitely team dad, likely against his will. i basically subscribe to the popular headcanon that jack was an overambitious golden poster boy in his younger years, and worked his ass off to get the respect and praise he thinks he deserves. things started to sour in overwatch before he was necessarily ready to deal with them or the position thrust upon him. voted most likely to say he won’t lift a finger for anyone who acts like a suicidal asshole in a skirmish, but ends up going above and beyond to save them if there’s trouble.

Sombra: gay. gets an absolute kick out of teasing/pissing everyone off. not even widowmaker is safe from her playful pestering, and honestly talon operatives must think she has a death wish because someone has ‘accidentally’ pointed a sniper rifle at her more than once. voted most likely to blackmail anyone’s ass into oblivion.

Symmetra: either gray asexual or aromantic. either way has an appreciative eye for the female form/femmes but is not interested in pursuing an actual relationship. has a friendship with hanzo based on their mutual appreciation for order and company in silence. she’s ocd and autistic, and likes winged things, such as birds and butterflies, but as something to be admired from afar rather than up close. voted best natural balance.

Torbjörn: straight. i don’t have a single torb headcanon that diverts from canon tbh. voted unexpectedly best dick game.

Tracer: CANON LESBIAN fully accepted into headcanon space, bless. also canonly fam with winston my tracer hc prayers have been answered. i don’t have much to add. voted most likely to be found napping randomly in strange places.

Widowmaker: doesn’t really have the emotional capacity for romance or sexuality since brainwashing, but thought she was straight pre-talon. ‘thought’ because she is actually bisexual, just never had a chance to explore that. still working on how her humanity eventually comes back to her. voted most likely to win a breath holding competition.

Winston: i draw the line at monkey shipping but him and tracer are great pals. voted most likely to binge watch future!netflix after a hard day and unintentionally empty out the entire kitchen by the second movie.

Zarya: gay as hell. the most she will ever admire about a man is his workout routine, and even then we know hers is more intense. has at some point arm wrestled everyone in overwatch and won. voted most likely to get hit by a truck and survive, with minimal injuries.

Zenyatta: asexual. i can’t seem to fit in any relationship that isn’t platonic for zen in my head space; he respects his brother mondatta deeply and genji as a friend and student. has an unexpectedly dry sense of humor and will deliver jokes in the flattest tone when it’s least expected. as a result, no one knows if he’s kidding or not and his punchlines are almost always followed by uncomfortable silence. voted most likely to be writing an epic in his spare time.

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Mr Reyes (Part 6)

Reaper76, SchoolAU in which Jack is a single dad and Gabriel the new hot Kindergarten teacher.

Part 5     Part 7

Gabriel rolled over with a groan, and yawned in the light of the mid-morning sun. The Latino didn't move for a moment, keeping his eyes closed against the sunlight streaming in through the small gap in the curtains. Placing a hand over his face, he scrubbed at the goatee with a scowl before trying to drag his hand through the curls on top of his head. His fingers got caught in a knot, and Gabriel wrestled with his nest of hair for a minute, untangling his fingers from it before managing to actually wake himself up. After another yawn, he was awake enough to remember what had happened the previous day. A smirk followed soon after as the memories of their activities on the couch that evening sounded in his head, or rather the cute noises Jack had made. Gabriel looked over at the bed side table, and grabbed his mobile, rubbing at his hair again as he squinted slightly in the harsh glare of the touch screen.

There were a few notifications from his cat game and the news app he had installed- apparently there was a new fashion show on for the latest model sensation known as 'Widowmaker', and Gabriel could guess the reason she chose that alias. The last few notifications were from Jack at around ten o'clock, when he had gotten home. Gabriel opened the messages, and smiled at the first clumsily typed message.

'Came home to find Jesse and Hana asleep on the beanbags in her room. Both covered in makeup and cheese chip stains. Hanzo apologised. Poor kid looked worn out.'

The next text was a picture message, and attached was a glorious picture of Hana and Jesse draped over beanbags, pink bows and tutus on, smeared in nail varnish and lipstick. Eyeshadow covered their eyelids and black mascara was stuck around their eyes rather than on their eyelashes. Gabriel snickered and thumbed through the various angles before reading the last message.

'Hanzo and Jesse headed back to your place. Hope that's not a problem? Enjoyed the night, see you again soon? Maybe at the talent show?' The kindergarten teacher scowled at that. A talent show? Gabriel couldn't for the life of him remember anything about a talent show. He shot back a message before heading to the shower, stripping off his sweat pants before hopping in to wash the evidence of yesterday off his body.

After a brisk warm shower, Gabriel wrapped a towel around his waist before returning to his room to dress. He thumbed his phone open again as he towelled his knotted curly hair dry. Jack had messaged him back a couple of minutes after his last text.

'There's a talent show taking place at the theatre in a couple of weeks. I've got a lot of work in between now and then because of the new company we're dealing with so that might be a nice way to wind down? Afterwards we could do something else, but Hana really wants to go, so it might be a nice thing for us three to do.”

Gabriel snickered to himself at this- Jack was such a sap. Despite his sniggering, Gabriel sent another message back confirming it and wandered out into his hall after shoving himself into underwear, a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt.

Quietly, he shut his door and eyed the door to Jesse's room with suspicious eyes. The youngster had come home last night, with the Shimada boy in tow. Instantly, his parental instincts kicked in, and he twisted the door knob to Jesse's room, opening the door quietly. The site was thankfully, a semi-decent one. They were both clothed from what Gabriel could tell, and they were both merely cuddled together in the bed, Jesse curled around Hanzo who had taken the majority of pillow and covers. With a smirk, Gabriel snapped a picture on his phone and sent it to Jack the caption 'Boys are safe and sound.' before closing the door and heading down the stairs in search of the coffee pot and his steaming cup of black coffee.

It was when Gabriel was frying pieces of bacon that Jesse poked his head around the door from the stairwell, Hanzo presumably in tow.

“Pa? Is it okay for you to make Hanzo some-” Jesse hissed as Hanzo shouldered past him.

“Mr Reyes, I am sorry for intruding like this but-” Hanzo was halted by Gabriel spinning around with an eye roll, his black and red 'kiss the cook' apron tied around his waist.

“Sit down you two. Do you really think I'm going to have a problem with someone finally whipping  Jesse into shape? Jesus. Come on Jesse, really? You think I'd have a problem with it, honestly?” Gabriel cocked a hip out and flipped a piece of bacon over with one hand, taking a drink of coffee with the other. “Honestly, I'm already sure as hell the two of you have sneaked in a quickie whilst I've been at work anyway.” The teacher shrugged with a grin and plated up the bacon with eggs, toast and beans before handing them to the two boys that had seated themselves at the table already.

Jesse squirmed in his seat at the stare he was receiving from his adopted father, and flushed red with a scowl, whilst Hanzo elegantly tucked into his food, glancing at Gabriel from under his eyelashes in an attempt not to talk to him.

“Pa I swear to god I'll- ouch!” The youngster clutched at his head indignantly as he received a smack to the back of it. Gabriel scowled at him waving a fork in Jesse's face.

“No swearing at the table. Especially, Jesse, when we have a guest.” He gave a smirk and apologised to Hanzo, who was wide eyed, before he told the two of them it did not matter with a chuckle. The rest of the morning antics, mainly including Gabriel teasing Jesse, had Hanzo, eventually snorting in laughter. Jesse had stopped growling at Gabriel for a minute to look at the Japanese teen, his mouth open like a goldfish.

Gabriel laughed loudly at this, and shed real tears at his son's gormless look. The two of them continued to laugh when Jesse stood up so fast that he tripped himself up on the chair leg. He fell dramatically to the floor, his cutlery clattered noisily beside his head. Hanzo stifled his laughter for a moment when the plate also slipped off of the table, smacking the cowboy on the backside, imprinting bean juice and grease all over his American flag pyjama bottoms. Hanzo was up in an instant to make sure Jesse was okay, still giggling like a girl every now and then. Gabriel, however, was thrown into even more intense laughter, and he howled with it, clutching his stomach as tears dripped down his cheeks. The latino began to wheeze when Jesse tugged his chair leg and pulled the chair out from under Gabriel. The teacher was sent sprawling across the floor and his laughter was cut off as he smacked his toe on the table with a crack.

“JESSE! HIJO DE PUTA!” Gabriel cried out and growled, clutching at his big toe protectively as Jesse laughed maliciously, wiping his backside with tissue paper provided by Hanzo. The other youngster's throat moved as though he was repressing laughter and Gabriel scowled at he two of them, hissing like a scalded cat.

“Come on Pa! It ain't that bad!” Jesse snorted and sat up prodding at Gabriel's protective hands curled around his toe.

“It hurts like a bitch Jesse! Don't fucking poke it pendejo!” Gabriel huffed and sat up before heaving himself to his feet and hissing at the pain that spiked through the entirety of his foot, all the way up to his ankle, which refused to remain stable, and shook with the pain.

“Shit! Pa I'm sorry! Oh gosh we've gotta get you to the hospital because you're gonna make it worse walking on it! Sit down pa! I'll ring Jack!” Gabriel was manhandled into a chair and offered a drink by an apologetic Hanzo as Jesse ran around looking for his mobile like a headless chicken. Gabriel tried to grab Jesse by the sleeve to tell him to not bother Jack, but the boy slipped through his fingers and was already dialling the blond's number before Gabriel could shout at him. Jesse began blubbering as soon as Jack answered the phone, and the blond seemed very worried on the other side of the line. Gabriel sighed and flushed a little, sighing into his hands at the fact that Jack was basically coming to his rescue here like a little prince. He supposed then, that that made him the princess.

Jack answered his jingling mobile fairly quickly and was shocked to hear a blubbering deep southern accent on the other end.

“Jack you've gotta take my pa to the hospital! Please! I think he's broken his foot and-and-”

Jack cut in baffled by the speed of the greeting, “Woah, slow down Jesse. What's happened?” He shouldered the phone for a moment, putting down his glass of water.

Jesse took a deep breath, “I, well, I tugged the chair out from under Pa and he's smacked his foot on the table and I think he's broken it?” He went higher at the end, probably cringing, as Jack heard muffled curses from the kitchen again and a softer voice telling Gabriel to sit down.

“Okay-alright. Give me ten minutes please? Unless you can look after Hana for me over there?” Jack was already shooing Hana upstairs to get her bag, and he grabbed his jacket as she jumped back down the stairs, her toys and colouring pencils in tow. Shoving his boots on he sighed and grabbed his keys. “Be there in ten Jesse. Try and keep him sat still until I get there please.”

“Sure thing boss.” Jesse chuckled and hung up just as he screamed something in Spanish to Gabe in the kitchen.

Jack drove just above the speed limit, trying to dodge lights as he sped over to Gabriel's house in a bit of a panic. He smacked the car door shut before grabbing Hana out of her seat and leading her up to the house quickly before knocking on the door, his foot tapping in worry.

“Daaaaaad. We were meant to go and see The Incredibles three today! Are we still going to go? Why are we at Mr Reyes' house?” Hana whined by his side, stomping her little booted foot with a pout.

“Mr Reyes needs some help sweetie. He's hurt his foot so daddy needs to take him to get it checked up okay?” He placed a soothing hand on top of Hana's dark chocolate coloured hair with a smile as the door opened, “I promise Jesse will take you okay?”.

Jesse opened the door and frowned, “Wait. What?” he looked down at the smirking Hana and frowned, “I'm taking her where?”.

“Can you take her to see a film while I take Gabe to the hospital, please?” Jack walked over the threshold and smiled taking Hana's shoes off on the stairs before opening the door and letting her run into the kitchen with a cheer of 'Mister Reyes'. Jack shook his head and followed her into the kitchen with a worried crinkle between his eyebrows.

In the kitchen, Hana was fussing over Gabriel with tears in her eyes, and nodded as he asked for a pillow for his foot and scampered back into the living room, a large fluffy purple pillow in tow when she returned. Her teacher took it off her with a ruffle of her hair, and winced as he lifted his foot, tucking it underneath to try and help ease the weight of the foot on itself against the hard wood of the chair. Jack eventually managed to shoo Hana away long enough in order to help Gabriel to his feet.

“Come on Jack, I swear I can walk on my own. I don't need you here to baby me like this.” Gabriel muttered as he tried to lean away from the blond, only to hiss in pain when he put his foot down, and almost collapse back onto Jack's shoulder to hold himself upright.

“Yeah alright Gabe. Keep telling yourself that and you'll make it worse than it already is.” Jack tutted and helped the latino towards the door, making sure he put at least one shoe, and was presentable, (he decided sweat pants and a sweat shirt would just have to do) before opening the door and helping a childish huffing Gabe into the front seat. Jack turned back after shutting the door to his car.

“Hana behave yourself. Or I'll see that you have your games taken away alright missy? No acting up for Jesse and Hanzo please.” Hana rolled her eyes but huffed a 'yes dad' before Jack got into the car and pulled away from the curb.

The hospital's minor injuries department was fairly quiet, with a few children clutching their arms and fingers and an elderly lady who also had her leg propped up on the seat opposite as her husband scolded her. Jack helped Gabriel into a seat before going to the reception and explaining the situation. He was handed a clip board with various forms on it for the insurance and documentation needed. He handed it to Gabriel when he returned and watched the crinkle in Gabriel's brow as he focused on writing in his details. Jack didn't realise he'd been caught staring until Gabriel clicked the pen and snorted, “Are you done staring yet boy scout?”.

“Wha- wait I wasn't- ah.” Jack flushed a little at having been caught staring, and Gabriel only chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle the red apple of Jack's cheeks with a pouting 'kissy' face.

“I don't get why you're all flushed. You've stared at much more than this.” Jack flushed more as Gabriel smirked, positively purring the words.

“Gabe. Give up you horn dog.” Jack swatted at the hand that had crawled up his inner thigh and scoffed before grabbing the pen and tapping the clip board. “Finish your paper work so we can get you fixed up.” Gabriel only snickered and continued writing.

They were quickly seen to, and Gabriel was put in a bed as they did an x-ray on his foot and assessed the results. He'd fractured a metatarsal bone connected to his big toe. This meant a cast was needed to hold the foot straight while they healed. Gabriel groaned at the news, and then cursed viciously at the six week period he would have it on for. Jack smacked his arm as he descended into muttered Spanish curses and nodded in understanding at the doctor who was attending to Gabriel. They quickly shoved the foot into a plaster cast, with some grunting from Gabriel, who had to have the bone pressed to the side slightly so it would heal properly. He grabbed Jack's hand and squeezed, the other arm over his eyes with the pain of the movement. All in all the process was over quick and Jack tentatively leaned over to press a kiss to Gabriel's temple once it was over.

Gabriel smiled and huffed, smacking his head against the pillows at the cute display of affection.

“Is it too early to tell you I love you Jack?” He softly ran a finger along Jack's jaw bone.

“Gosh you sap, the wrong place and the wrong time completely...” He smiled and kissed Gabriel's palm softly, “But I love you too.” The two grinned like children at one another before Gabriel sighed.

“Well...now I wont get to show you my entire leather heavy metal performance next week.” Jack flushed but broke out into laughter as Gabriel pouted.

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Like Father Like Son (Gabriel Reyes and Jesse McCree)

Title: Like Father Like Son: Calibrations Chapter: 2/4 Description:  Jesse has never been good at taking care of himself, much to Gabriel Reyes' annoyance. Pairing: Gabriel Reyes and Jesse McCree (father-son relationship) Word Count: 869 Rating: Mature

“McCree!”

Jesse turned at the sound of Captain Reyes’ voice, holding his right hand against his left arm to pause the subtle twitches and shakes. It felt off, awkward, uncalibrated since the last mission he ran with his boss. This happened often since he’d joined Blackwatch and lost his arm. But Angela was off on a mission of her own, and so the gunslinger was left to deal with the annoyance of a malfunctioning prosthetic.

When he first lost his arm, it had left a strange emptiness in him, sometimes phantom pain or sometimes simply forgetting it wasn’t there anymore. But Gabriel Reyes had helped him through it, watched over him along with Dr. Ziegler, let him adjust. Yet, lo and behold, here he was again.

The captain had that look on his face, the one he got when recruits were misbehaving or when McCree was, yet again, in trouble. He strode towards the cowboy, like a creature stalking its prey, holding a small, opaque plastic box in his hands.

Jesse tipped his hat and gave his boss a charming smile, “Howdy, y’need somethin’ from me?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, “More the other way around, cabrón,” he nodded towards the prosthetic, “Your arm isn’t calibrated.”

McCree shuffled his feet, smiling guiltily, “Well, well, well, seems like you do care about me, jefe.”

Huffing, the captain nudged McCree’s side with the edge of the box, “Don’t change the subject, I just don’t want you getting rusty before the next mission.”

The young gunslinger rolled his eyes, “Sure thing, dad.”

Gabe punched him in the side, but Jesse could see the beginning of a smile on his face, “Alright, alright. Let’s get that arm fixed up.”

They sat in the area in the back of the training room, surrounded by the various weapons used for recruits to practice with. Various agents (old, new, and upcoming) nodded at them as they passed by, but let the Captain and his protege go about their business. McCree propped his feet up on a nearby table and rolled up his sleeve to reveal his prosthetic while Gabriel began to open the small kit that held all the items needed to recalibrate his arm.

He motioned for Jesse to move closer, holding a small syringe in his hand. He prodded at the skin just above the prosthetic with his fingers before injecting him with the needle. McCree scowled as numbness took over what was left of his right arm, shivering.

Gabriel carefully placed the needle back in its place in the kit after cleaning it, and picked up a small screwdriver. Jesse watched him take off the plating systematically, saw the wires and metal and rubber that connected to his nerves and allowed him to move it. He swallowed thickly, watched Gabriel put gloves on, and reach into the limb, and Jesse had to look away.

Vaguely, McCree felt the captain poking around. It was a dulled sensation, even moreso with the injection, but it always made him sick to his stomach. He always imagined it was his real arm. Flesh and blood. He could see it now, Gabriel pressing his fingers in, shifting veins, pushing through muscle, blood squelching under his touch.

He wanted to vomit. He leaned away from Captain Reyes, turned his head, tried to keep the bile down.

“You alright?” Gabriel asked.

“Nah,” he grunted, “Hate gettin’ calibrated. Feels wrong, y’know?”

Gabriel hummed, but didn’t say anything. Jesse closed his eyes, focused on the sounds of recruits coming in and out and the vague thrum of pulse munitions. He wondered if the Strike-Commander was training with the newbies again.

Gabriel clicked something back into place within Jesse’s arm and the cowboy shuddered at the feel of nerves connecting, correcting themselves now that the wires and metal was nudged back into place by a careful touch. The captain slowly removed his hand, stained with the grease and oil that kept McCree’s prosthetic up and running, and then re-applied the oils in the needed spaces.

“Don’t gotta do all that, Captain.”

He scoffed, “It’ll wear down faster if I don’t. Now shut up and let me finish fixing it,”

Pressing the plating that covered the inside of McCree’s prosthetic, Gabriel clicked everything back into place, tightened a few screws, and then wiped some excess grease from the metal. He scowled at the grime that was in between the plates.

“Clean yourself up. That arm’s disgusting.”

McCree smiled and tipped his hat with his freshly-calibrated hand, “Sure thing,”

Gabriel swatted at him, scowling, but he looked oddly pleased with himself. McCree stood up, flexed his metal fingers in an attempt to get the feeling back into them as the injection wore off. “You up for a little sparring?”

Gabriel smirked, “If it means I get to beat you up in front of the recruits, I’m in, hijo.”

“Aww, so I am like a son to you.”

Gabriel’s face flushed a brilliant red. He scowled. “I adopted you, dumbass. Now, shut up and get to the sparring area.”

Laughing, McCree made his way out of the seating area, “Whatever you say, padre,” he teased.

*Translations* Cabrón -- bastard Jefe -- boss Hijo -- son

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Gabriel getting those sneaker boots for McCree because McCree won't wear any other shoes than his worn out boots :)

Dunno if this was to be a prompt or not, butI'll put it in the prompt pile. Reaction to a post I made....monthsago. I am so damn behind on writing prompts/ask art ; w ;Title: Sneaky Sneakers

Rating: PGRelationship: Dad Gabrieland his adopted cowboy son McCree stared long and hard at theabomination of footwear that was being presented to him before slowlylifting his gaze to the commander of Blackwatch, lips pursed.“Andwhat in the hell am I suppose to do with those things you areholding?”“Well,this is just a guess mind you, but giventhese are shoes, in particular boots, I would say you wear them,”

The sarcastic response only had McCree rolling his eyes, “Iknow what shoes are for but those ain't shoes,”“Yes, youare right. They are boots. Well, sneaker boots really,” Gabrielgave a shrug, offering over the pair of bright white sneaker bootswith Velcro straps rather than laces along the front, “Given thatyou seem to not want to wear anything but boots, I figured that thesewould suit your tastes,”“Those aren't boots. They areugly ass joke shoes. Who would ruin a good pair of boots with,”McCree made a vague gesture towards the boots, as if he wasn't evensure how to convey the level of discuss he felt at beholding thesneaker boots, “With just all of that?”Gabriel smirked ashe shrugged, “I don't know, probably the same people who thoughtdressing like a cowboy in public made them bad ass or something.Seemed like a good idea when drunk at the bar but in theory? Not somuch,”The younger Blackwatch agent gave his commander awithering, tired glare, “I suppose so,” He retorted acidly, “ButI got my pride as a cowboy dressing embarrassment as you put it, andthose ain't no cowboy boots I'll be putting on,”“Maybeyou could just update your cowboy look from the eighteen century tothe eighties? These boots with some glam rock star look and you couldreally get people to look your way,” Gabriel teased wit ha widegrin, “You would never not be the center of attention again!”

“I would but Genji is alreadystealing the eighties eyeliner and dress style and I don't want toinfringe on his decade of fashion choices,” McCree drawled, “AndI'm not wearing those boots!”Gabriel shrugged, “Fine.Don't wear them, but you better be wearing some new boots or else I'mburning those worn out, falling about excuses for footwear and goingto leave these in their place,”“You do that and I'm goingfucking barefoot. No way in hell am I wearing those things!”

The two men glared each other downalthough McCree knew not to test Gabriel's patience. The Blackwatchcommander could put up with a lot sure, but when push came to shove,the man never did make idle threats. Eventually a heavy sigh escapedMcCree and his shoulders slumped forward, eyes dropping to the groundin reluctant defeat. “Fine. I'll go shopping for new bootsbut only if I can borrow your credit card,” The young man grumbled.“Deal, but if you wrack up charges beyond just boots, doremember I know where you sleep and live and eat and I will find youto have a chat about your purchases,” Gabriel Reyes warned.Heset the hideous sneaker boats down at last and pulled out his wallet,passing the plastic card over to McCree, “And if you lose it, I'llbe stringing you up by your damn boots,”“Dully noted,”McCree grumbled before turning on his heels to slink away. Atthe very least, he had avoided the fate of having to wear thoseeyesores and maybe, just maybe, he could find a pair of boots asreliable and comfortable as the pair he had now. Just maybe.

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You talk in the familiy fic of gabe, Jesse and Sombra about a Family World War lll , so what about were the first ones?

….no idea XD; It is just anexpression my family uses to mean there is just a big fight betweenpeople....?  I'll give this a go though I suppose ; w ; Short ficthough as this is a lot to try and cram into a small little ficprompt response

for anon! Title: Family WarRating: PGRelationship: Papa Reaper and his Adopted CowboySon and Hacker Daughter

Even the healthiest of families hadtheir spats. It was to be expected. Not huge violent upheavals, butjust small little snaps, thrown about insults, and red-faced furious screeches that later would warrant long apologies. It was simply howthings were. It was what families did on occasion when too manylittle stresses piled up.

Of that, Reaper was more or less awareof and had accepted. What McCree and Sombra did when they were firedup and their rivalry stood upon the knife point though was an all outwar.

Those family disputes though didn'thappen often though, at least not the huge ones that had all ofOverwatch involved one way or another. Only twice had it happened.There had been the first incident  which had ended with a long drawnout discussion that had lead to a reasonable compromise that hadbenefited all sides. The whole fight had started over the two tryingto prove who was better in a fight and who was the most valuableasset to the team.

The conclusion was predictable really.Both were needed and had their strength and weaknesses. They hadthings they excelled at over the other. Neither of them was betterlooking than the other. It wasn't worth getting into a battle andscarring poor Winston for life by nealry destroying the Overwatchbase because someone had spooked Hanzo to the point he unleashed hisdragon.

No one had predicted there would beanother flare up between the two which would start by Sombra takingoffense with McCree simply because of his lack of hygiene and trailingdirt through the base. Honestly Reaper had been surprised that waswhat started the second war between the two. It seemed more somethingSymmetra of all people would take offense with, not Sombra. In the end though, that second family feud turned out to be so much largerwith more people getting involved and more causalities to be had.Reaper had, as ever, remained neutral and tried to duck down out ofthis. Only when a tired Zarya with a limping Genji had approached himand pleaded for him to intercede did he begrudgingly join the war onhis own side.

A side that had brought him rightbetween Sombra and McCree, grabbing each of them by the ear and givingthem the sternest, most angry and threatening talking to that hecould come up with. That had cleared things up enough to begin thesecond peace accord which turned into all of Overwatch airing their grievances with others and getting concessions of their own. Everything from Lucio not playing his music loudly after midnight toBastion getting a bath before coming into the base was settled.

Thus the second family war concludedand Reaper prayed that there would not be a third. Oh how he prayedthat the two of them would finally grow up some mentally and stoptrying to be at each others throats just to get his attention. Themercenary sometimes really regretted somehow being suckered into thefather role.

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It's been a while for Gabe and his cowboy son, so…if you're not busy, do you think you could write Jesse trying to get used to his new life and Gabe helping him along the way? Maybe in Deadlock, members had to fight for food and shelter?

....there is no shortage of dad! Gabe prompts. There are many. So many....-stares into the abyss-  I’m spamming out seven dad Gabe prompts in the hopes that will sate the masses XD;

Then I may be able to write something other than family feels ; w ;

For anon!Title:Defending TurfRating: PG-13Relationship: Dad Gabriel and hisCowboy Son McCree Bringing Jesse into Overwatch was likebringing an abused dog into a household of people who justexpected him to act proper as if all it took to settle someone into anew environment was just a change of scenery.

Life though wasn't a Hollywood movieand Gabriel knew it would take time to get Jesse situated. He atleast seemed to understand that if everyone else in Overwatch weresill living in a land where all problems were quick fixes.

In just a glance, Gabriel could tellthat Jesse had been through some pretty rough psychological abusefrom the way he walked with his eyes always looking about, how lighthe slept where even the smallest sound had him up all night, pacingabout like a caged animal, and even how he ate, hunched over his mealas if expecting someone to try and steal the food out of his mouth ifhe let them. He was a wild animal being told to learn to behave andwas resisting everyone every step of the way.Luckily though,Gabriel wasn't most military men, or at least, he understood what itmeant to come from a background that wasn't the best and have tofight every step ahead to overcome everything. Jesse didn't needsomeone screaming at him. What he needed was someone supporting him.

“You still hungry? You ate that downquick,” Gabriel commented as he slid into the seat across fromJesse, already shoving the cowboy an extra helping of dessert, “Ipersonally hate the brownies they have in the cafeteria but theyalways give me one,”Jesse glanced up, giving a wide grinbefore snatching the desert forward, already starting to shove itinto his mouth, “Your loss!”

“Trust me, it is no loss at all. Infact, you can have my whole lunch. I will be cooking far better foodfor dinner tonight,” Gabriel responded wryly. That causedJesse to pause for a moment, tilting his head, “You cook? You don'tlook the type that knows his way in a kitchen,”“You don'tget this far in life being a bachelor if you don't learn to cook foryourself,” Gabriel drawled with a smirk,  “Maybe I should teachyou how to cook so you can feed that black hole pit you call a stomach,”Jesse let out a quiet laugh at that, looking awaysheepishly, “Well, when you are use to meals being sporadic, youeat as much as you can at every sitting,”“You keep thatmentality, you are going to start resembling a python that ate fartoo much and is just lying passed out in the sun,” Gabriel gave aslight smile, “And trust me, no one is going to be stealing yourfood, not unless their name is Fareeha and you've got cookies,”Thatearned a quiet smile from Jesse although he still gave a shrug, “Itsa hard habit to kick,”“I don't doubt that for a moment butif you don't start somewhere to start kicking it, well, it only getsworse,” Gabriel chuckle some, glancing up, “I won't ask you toquiet smoking although Jack is getting together all the pamphlets totry and get you to,”Jesse made a face, “It isn't aproblem just... helps to calm the nerves is all,” he grumbled.

“How about you tell him you'll quietsmoking cigarettes and just switch to cigars?” Gabriel suggestedwith a mischievous quirk of his eyebrow. That drew a laughterfrom the younger man as he shook his head, “Now that would be a funlittle ole trick to play on Jack. Not to mention if he gets angryI'll just say you were the one who suggested it!”

Gabriel smirked wide, reaching over totug Jesse's hat down lightly, “Go for it. I'll take all the blamewith pride,”

It was good to see Jesse laughing likethat: All honest with no threads of worry or hidden reserve lurkingbeneath it. There was no facade as he smiled at Gabriel now, at easeand the Blackwatch commander allowed himself one of his rarer smilesas he sat back. Jesse wasn't a bad kid. Troubled, but not bad. Just abit of kindness went a long way in helping him to heal and come toterms with everything.

He just needed to be treated like anormal human being to help him feel more at ease, just the basics ofhuman kindness. “I better get going though. Those trainerswill be on my ass if I'm late again and I swear they just quote alltheir lectures from the rule books word for word,” Jesse grumbledas he rose to his feet.“They give you any shit just say Ikept you delayed and if they want to punish you, I'll be hearing about it and coming by for a chat,” Gabriel said, rising to his ownfeet. Jesse chuckled and gave a tip of his hat, “If that isthe case, then I'll take my sweet old time getting there as I've gotdiplomatic immunity from you,”Gabriel just smirked as hewalked by, clapping Jesse on the back briefly, “Don't push it toomuch brat,” he warned, although his tone was more amused thanupset. Just the barest hint of a  good-natured warning  that told Mccreehe was getting to that invisible line where the fangs would have tobe bared. “Alright alright, I'll be good,” Jesse assured,grinning as he held up both hands, “I'll see you later then?”

Gabriel gave a nod, “I'll see you atthe mission briefing later today,”Jesse blinked, a bittaken aback by Gabriel's words that he was going to be at the meetingat all before he smiled wide, a hint of excitement glinting in hiseyes and he threw a quick salute, “Yes sir!” Gabrielwatched Jesse bound away with a renewed vigor in his step, unable tohide the smile gracing his lips.  It seemed that already he washaving success in helping Jesse to adjust to Overwatch without havingto brow beat Jesse with rules and regulation. He chuckled to himselfas he turned to head to his office.

That was something he was going to rubin jack's face later, that was for sure.

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AHHHH! Your baby Jesse fics are amazing? Do you think you could do another one where Jesse calls Jack "sol" and Ana "ma" because he always hears Gabriel address them like that?

Thanks XD; Ironically thebaby Jesse fics are the hardest ones to write, mostly because I getSO MANY of them it burns me out so quick XD;  but here is another oneto add to the horde! Short though as there was only so much to workwith ; w ;(Note: still not taking Overwatch writing prompts,trying to clear em out so I can focus on finishing longer fics,one-shot collections in other fandom, and aquawatch asks c:)Title:Monkey See, Monkey DoRating: PGRelationship: Dad Gabriel andhis adopted cowboy son “Ma? Juice is empty,”

Anablinked before looking down at the grumpy looking five year oldclinging to her uniform coat as he waved his empty sippy cup at her,“Pardon?”“Juice is empty ma! Want more juice!” Jessehuffed holding up his cup with a demanding wave.“Since whendid you start calling me ma?” Jesse only stared back at herblankly before huffing again and lightly hitting her leg with hissippy cup, “That's your name! Ma! You are called ma! Dad calls youma!”Ana couldn't help the small chuckle there. The logic ofa child was always so straight forward. There were no mysteries tothe mind of a child, only a blunt honest and explanation of how theentire world worked. Sometimes Ana swore that Jesse and Pharah, youngas they were, still understood the world better than most of thepoliticians in power.

“Alright then. What kind of juice doyou want?” She asked as she picked Jesse up. The five yearold looked beyond pleased grinning wide and pushing up his cowboyhat, “Apple juice!”“Did your father say you can havemore?” She asked even as they headed to the kitchen. Thatcaused Jesse to give her a sheepish look, keeping that grin on hisface as he looked away, “Maybe he said yes?”“Oh? Areyou being naughty and going behind your papa's back?” She askedwith an amused smile.“He didn't say no. He was arguingwith Sol when I asked,” Ana quirked an eyebrow,“Sol?”“Yeah Sol. The man papa always getting intoyelling matches with. Tall. Blond hair. Looks like a super hero?”Jesse tilted his head, “You know, Sol?”“You meanJack?”“Nooo he's Sol. Papa calls him Sol,” Jessecorrected with a huff, clutching his cup between his hands, “And Icall him Sol so he's Sol!”

Ana chuckled, once more shaking herhead. Leave it to a five year old to deal in absolute answers andwith the assumption they were right and everyone else simply had tochange their opinions to match theirs. Again though, it wasn't likeJesse was wrong as Gabriel did often call Jack Morrison Sol. More ofa shortening of the word soldier that had somehow snuck its way intohis arsenal of nicknames for the commander.

“Fine then, Sol he is,” Ana said,hefting the boy up further in her arms, “Now, how about we get youthat apple juice eh?”Jesse's expression quickly turned todelight and he nodded eagerly, practically bouncing in her arms,“Apple juice, apple juice, apple juuuuuice!”Ana chuckledas she headed towards the kitchen. Kids were really somethingelse.

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So,if you are in the writing mood,could you do a story of little Jesse getting bullied at school and his dad getting really pissed off when the teachers say that it was Jesse's fault to get bullied?

I can give a little something sure.Trying to knock this overload of family feels out of the inbox c:

This is one is really short though ; w ;

for anon!Title: Grab a Bully byTheir HornsRating: PG

Relationship: Dad! Gabriel and hisadopted cowboy son Nothing got under Gabriel's skin more thana teacher that made a mockery of the profession. There were goodteachers,really good ones that understood their job, knew how tohandle a class, and knew the difference between crushing down astudent and punishing them for a break of the rules.

It was just Jesse's luck he got one ofthose are incompetent teachers who only saw how right they were anddismissed all other truths that didn't align to that was the kind of teacher he had gotten. “Jesseis disturbing the class with his behavior. Today, he was picking afight with some of the older boys, unprovoked I might add,” Theteacher began, already looking down their nose with an air ofauthority at Gabriel, “We are going to have to move him to anotherclass if he insists on-”“Insists on what? Gettingbullied?” Gabriel snapped, leaning forward, eyes narrowing.

The teacher paused, a small frowntouching their lips as they folded their hands in front of them onthe desk, “There was no indication of Jesse being bullied. He hasnever-”“He complains about it at home. He complains thathe tells you and you do nothing about it. At this point, I am morethan ready to go over your idiotic head to the principal and get thisactually sorted out!” Gabriel snarled, slamming both hands on thedesk. With a little bit of pride, he watched the teacher jumpand pale just a bit at the action, swallowing hard. Clearly he wasnot the usual angry parent they had to deal with but oh, if they keptup this charade of being better and smarter than him in regards to hisown child's mental health, Gabriel would make sure it was the lastangry parent they ever had.

“Well,” they began slowly, nowpicking their words with a little bit more care, “I think if thereis any bullying going on, he instigating it with his behavior. Somethings said-”“Bullshit. No kid asks to get bullied!”Gabriel snarled,”And there is no justifying it at all! He has beenbullied, is being bullied,and you are sitting on your ass not doing athing because you think he deserves it!”The teacherflinched just a bit, grimacing as they raised both hands, “Now sir.I in no way shape or form encourage the act of bullying-”“Thendo your goddamn job! Stop the bullying and stop making excuses or Iswear I'll have your job. I'm not a man to cross and I've got a lot of friends who owe me a lot of favors,” Gabriel snarled as he roseto his feet,”And if Jesse reports you doing anymore sort of shit targeting him, again, I'll make this very personal between us,”Theteacher swallowed hard, the fear in their eyes very clear as theynodded. Gabriel just gave a leering grin, “I'm glad we had thistalk then,”

It was the same old bullshit to dealwith really. Blackwatch or at school, there were always some peoplethat just needed to be talked to and put straight about theirbehavior.

Gabriel just hoped this, at leastwould stop the bullying Jesse was going through.

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In your Gabe and cowboy son stroyline, you make Fareeha his little sis, but what about the new character Sombra? Like a lot of the fandom make them a big happy family. When yes could your write something, like Jesse getting introduced to his new babysister? Like they both a really really young, and maybe Sombra even a baby.

Here are some more family feels comingyour way. So many of these to do...

For anon!Title: New BabySisterRating: PG

Relationship: Dad! Gabriel and hisadopted cowboy son and now adopted baby Sombra“I don'tlike her. Take her back to the baby store,”

In all honesty,that was the reaction Gabriel expected. After all, McCree was onlyonly six years old, still at that age were he felt the world revolved aroundhim and was undeniably still full of that child-like selfishness thatwould stay with him for a while more.

The little cowboy stood there, eyesnarrowed and nose wrinkled up in distaste as Gabriel stood thereholding the one year old baby in his arms and he looked all ready fora tantrum. Sombra, for her part only fussed some, turning her head tofocus on the bright red of McCree's seraph  and seemed to make asimilar expression of distaste as if the feeling was mutual. Gabrieljust let out a sigh as he took a seat.“You don't have achoice in this. This is your new little sister and she will be livingwith us now,” Gabriel shot back, “I thought you could handlebeing a big brother Jesse. Such a thing comes with a lot ofresponsibility,”That had Jesse pausing for a moment,pursing his lips as his brow furrowed in thought, “But I'm a boy! Idon't want to play dolls with her or something!” he protested.“Then don't. Maybe teach her how to play things you like,like cars or something,” Gabriel retorted with a roll of his eyes.

Jesse brightened up a bit, his eyeswidening, “You mean she would like to play cars too?” he asked ina near whisper of awe, “Girls would play with cars?”“Yes.Yes they can Jesse. Same with Fareeha for that matter,” Gabriel pointed out, giving Sombra a small rock as she started to fusssome.He had to turn his head away from her as she reached outwith tiny hands to try and tug at his facial hair again with adevious little giggle. Already he could tell this one was going to bea troublemaker but like Jesse, he couldn't just leave her at themercy of orphanages. It was not like she had any control over herparents being killed by omnics.

Sombra let out a huff as she was unableto grab hold, scrunching up her face some but not crying just yet.She had a habit of holding it in for a few minutes before letting itout in a wailing blast of discontent. Jesse at this point had movedup onto the couch, sitting on his knees as he leaned in to peer atSombra, “She looks mad,”“Babies are always mad aboutsomething,” Gabriel grumbled.Sombra was making a face asJesse leaned in, raising one hand to grab onto his nose with a huffylittle “No,” an action that had Jesse squealing and pulling back,holding his nose.“She pinched me!” he complained, poutingas he looked up at Gabriel, “She's mean!”

“She's a baby. Babies like to grabthings,” Gabriel responded, “You used to do the same thing allthe time,”“Did not!” Jesse argued, “I was a cute andawesome baby!”

He was pouting now, side-eyeing Sombrawho was staring right at him, now more curious before giving a widelittle grin and giggle, reaching both hands out at him now. Gabrielmerely sighed in relief and arched his arm a bit to angle her closerto Jesse, “See? She likes you,”“I don't like her,”Jesse retorted, turning to look at Sombra, raising a finger to pokeher, “And why is she named Sombra? That is just like naming someoneshadow. That's a stupid name!”

“That is what she was named so itstays,” Gabriel answered, “Be nice Jesse. What did Ana tell youabout being nice?”That had the boy looking down at hisfeet, huffing as a flush rose to his cheeks, “If I don't havenothing nice to say don't say nothing at all,” he grumbled.“That'sright. Ana wouldn't want you being mean to Sombra. Would you be meanto Fareeha if she was your adopted sister?” Gabriel asked.Jesseshook his head, starting to sulk, “Noooo I wouldn't,”“Sowill you try to be nice to Sombra?” Gabriel finished, raising aneyebrow.

“Yes,” Jesse grounded out like hewas being asked to make a huge sacrifice on his part.

“I'm glad. Now, how about you give aproper hello to Sombra now?” Gabriel asked. Jesse let out aloud sigh and pouted as he moved closer to look at Sombra, stickingout his tongue for a brief second before finally greeting herproperly, “Hello Sombra. I'm Jesse and I guess I'm your brother nowbut I don't want to be,” he grumbled. Sombra just grinnedback, showing off her only two tiny teeth and raised a tiny hand toswat his nose,”boop!” was all she declared as Jesse sputtered andhuffed angrily.

Already Gabriel could tell this was thestart of a beautiful sibling rivalry.