#mmm checks out when i got out of the fandom it was right around civil war i believe

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Title: Wanted Fandoms: Overwatch | Harry Potter Characters: Lily Potter, James Potter, Gabriel Reyes, Lena “Tracer” Oxten Tags: Cheating trope, discussion of cheating, drugs, established r76, pre-fall, discussion of sex with a drunken partner, smoking Summary:  Gabriel didn’t know. He kind of blew up before he had the chance to find out, but that wasn’t an excuse. Gabriel couldn’t count it as an excuse because he could’ve tried to at least check in. Now, a mercenary, a killer, an assassin, and suddenly he finds himself…well, dealing with this shit. Talon is definitely not the best place to raise a kid. An undead smoke monster filled with rage is definitely not fit to be a dad, but here he is, dealing with this shit. Fuck

Lily glanced to the clock and then back to James. She looked away again at the utter devastation across his face. James kept his own head bowed and stared at the floor in silence; refused to even look at Lily. Since Lily ever said those very first words—I slept with someone last night—James remained quiet. Lily took the time to change clothes and he didn’t even move. Now she stood before him and she couldn’t handle the devastation. Guilt ate at her.

“James?” Lily whispered. She didn’t dare speak any louder. “Please say something.”

James rocked forward and sucked in a ragged breath. Slowly he let it out with a faint tremble.

“James?”

“I thought….I thought we were ok, Lily,” James breathed tiredly. He closed his eyes.

Lily took a step forward, then stopped. “We are!” she started. “I—” she fumbled for her own words.

James looked up, tears gathered into his eyes and Lily completely froze. “You were what, then?” James asked. “Drunk? Didn’t know what you were going?”

“I—” Lily stuttered, then sighed. “No…no I. I know what I was doing. I wasn’t drunk,” she admitted, and grasped at her arm. Now she refused to look at James, to see the cold judgement in his eyes.

“That doesn’t make this better, Lils!” James shouted.

Lily flinched. “I know!” She jerked her head back up to look at him, and took a step back at the sharpness to his eyes.

“Were you raped? Did he force you?” James pressed. He leaned over his knees and clenched his hands into fists.

“No, no, James,” Lily shook her head, voice going weak. “It was consensual I…” She fought back her own tears.

“So then—then what? This guy hits you up and you decide to follow him to his room?”

“It…it wasn’t like that!”

James gestured furiously, bursting to his feet. He yelled, “Then what, Lily?! What was it like?! Tell me exactly why you did this—why you slept with some—some stranger!”

Lily crumbled in on herself. She dropped to the floor—the guilt crashed into her and she found herself talking. She spilled everything in a blubbered mess. Tears pooled from her eyes as she talked and she hiccoughed in-between words.

“He—he couldn’t wa-walk straight and I—I was worried a—bout him. Y-You know how mu-muggles respond to fire—whisky. I only meant to—to—” She wanted to make sure he would be okay; Gabriel dank enough for even a wizard to be at risk for alcohol poisoning if not liver damage. She wanted to be certain he’d sober up fine, that he didn’t need a hospital after so much of the potent wizarding drink. Lily couldn’t be sure where here intentions changed, but she guessed somewhere between Gabriel waxing poetic about her hair and begging not to be left alone.

By the end of the tale James settled himself in front of Lily. He grasped at her shoulders, a force of calm stillness that, years ago, James wouldn’t have been capable of. James looked her over, tried to search her face even as she refused to look back at him.

“He was drunk?” James asked.

“Yes.”

“You were sober?”

Lily hiccoughed and nodded her head with a suppressed sob.

“Merlin, Lily,” James breathed, and then gathered his wife into his arms. She grasped at his shirt and buried her face into his collar. “I know we’ve been having problems, Lils,” James continued, he ran his fingers down her back. “I know the boys have been pressuring you—I’ve talked to Sirius about it. A lot, Lily. I’m trying. I’m trying.”

“I know.” Lily’s words were muffled against his throat.

“We could run away?” James offered, and smiled when it earned him a laugh out of Lily.

“You’d go stir crazy,” she told him.

“Mmm, doesn’t mean we couldn’t. I’m thinking somewhere tropical,” James mused.

“James…”

“Mimosas, a beach to ourselves, some good films…a nice, long, break,” James breathed out.

“Sounds nice,” Lily whispered and tightened her grip on his shirt.

“Yeah?” James leaned back and Lily looked up at him with a watery smile.

“A good dream,” Lily said.

“A good dream,” James agreed. He sighed. “Come on, Lils. Let’s go see your muggle.” He got to his feet and held his hand out to help her up.

“James…” Lily frowned as she accepted his hand.

“I’ll be civil,” James shrugged, then added, “ish.”

Lily sighed. “Fine.”

James pulled Lily up and helped brush off her clothes. He stroked her cheek and whispered a spell to help clean Lily’s face up from the splotchy tears. Then James brushed himself off.

“You said you thought he might’ve been from some American thing?” James asked as he adjusted his top.

“Yes,” Lily mumbled, sighed, and reached out to help him. “The…experiments that the purebloods use to push their agenda.”

James arched an eyebrow. “The Witch-Hunters?”

Lily sighed exasperatedly. They had this conversation plenty of times over the years. “I’ve told you they weren’t witch hunters, James.”

“Seems accurate enough to me,” James grumbled, but he smiled good naturedly at Lily’s frustrated scoff. Despite everything he still did love this woman. “Kidding, Lily. I’m kidding.” Lily stepped back and James looped arms with her. “Shall we then?”

“Yes, dear,” she sighed.

They disapparated with a loud crack. When the word settled back into focus James found himself in the middle of muggle London, some sort of side alley. Lily tugged him along and led him out into the street. Lily led him down the block until they reached a rather ritzy hotel. It took a second James to register this obviously was the location that were meant to meet the man in question.

Aside from the crowd that moved around them only one person stood out to James, and that Lily recognized. Gabriel leaned at the side of the building, hand stuffed into the pockets of his hoody. The hood itself pulled up and down over his head. He slouched into his lean, and only straightened up when he caught sight of Lily and James. James assessed Gabriel while the man looked them both over.

“You must be James,” Gabriel uttered, he didn’t bother to hold out his hand. James looked him over a second longer, broke away from Lily, and tossed a punch right into Gabriel’s jaw. Gabriel didn’t even move from the swing, merely blinked in surprise. Lily gasped.

“Fuck,” James hissed, his other hand immediately wrapping over his throbbing fist. “What the fuck are you made of?”

“Steel,” Gabriel retorted dryly. “Feel better now?”

“No,” James hissed between his teeth.

“Let me see your hand,” Gabriel reached out and grabbed James before he could protest. His touch was gentle, if a bit firm to stop James from pulling free. He assessed for any damage and then, with his free hand, rummaged into the pockets of his cargo pants. “Hm, lucky. You didn’t break it.”

“That was an option?” James gaped.

“Not gonna lie,” Gabriel shrugged, pulled out some bandages and a strip of coolant gel. “Most idiots who punch me do break their fist.” He wrapped James’ hand up, applied the coolant, and then added another layer. “There. That should help with the swelling.”

“Thanks,” James mumbled, surprised.

Gabriel just let go of his hand and stuffed his own back into his hoodie. “I would’ve done much worse in your position.” He gave James a grin full of teeth that left James a little more than unnerved. Gabriel leaned a bit past James to appraise Lily. “You okay there?”

“Yes,” Lily squeaked.

“Good,” Gabriel nodded. “Angela will probably double check your hand just to make sure nothing else happened,” Gabriel continued, “for now that should do, though. Come on. Our ride’s down the road.”

Without anything further Gabriel turned and walked down the road. James and Lily followed after him mostly in silence for the first minute, and then James started asking questions.

“Why is our ‘ride’ not at the hotel?”

Gabriel leaned his head back to look at the two lovebirds with a raised eyebrow. “I’m trying to avoid an even larger international incident, kid.” James bristled. “Don’t twist yourself into knots about it.” Gabriel waved a hand, and then tugged out a pack of smokes and a lighter. “You mind?” he shook them.

“No,” Lily said for both of them, and Gabriel quickly yanked out a stick and lit it up. Some of the tension James and Lily saw in his shoulders eased. The rest of the walk passed by in silence until they reached a small parking garage. Gabriel led them in, and then began to systematically hunt for the car that would inevitably be from Overwatch.

Gabriel found the car in question quickly and rapped on the driver’s side glass. When it rolled down and he leaned in on the window James and Lily couldn’t see much, except that he seemed to cock his head in surprise, snort, and then spit out the cigarette with a sigh.

“Oxten,” Gabriel grunted, and then opened the back passenger doors for James and Lily. He motioned them in and then slipped into the front passenger seat himself. Gabriel grimaced at the squeeze.

“Hullo, luv’s!” Lena chirruped from the drivers seat. “Fasten your seatbelts and we’ll be off in a jiff.”

“I can’t believe Jack sent you,” Gabriel grunted and tugged the seatbelt into place. “Especially after that fuckin’ mess at Kings Row.”

“It’s good to see ya too, Gabe!” Lena laughed, pulled the car out, and began the drive to the nearest airstrip.

“Coulda sent any other fuckin’ native,” Gabriel grunted.

“Oh pish posh,” Lena rolled her eyes. “You’re pleased to see me, admit it!”

“As pie,” Gabriel snorted and leaned his head back. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me when we get there.”

“Sure thing love, just a tick though,” Lena continued. She rummaged in the console and then pulled out a syringe which she held over to Gabriel. “From Angie.”

“Christ that woman,” Gabriel sighed. He pulled off the protective tip with his teeth and fumbled with the sleeve of his hoodie. He yanked it up to his elbow and felt around for his own vein for a minute. Once he had a decent idea of where a good vein was Gabriel carefully slipped the needle under his skin. “Pleased?” he grunted.

“Like an Isle of Skye!”

“Good,” Gabriel grumbled and tugged his hoodie down over his eyes.

It didn’t take long before Gabriel let off light snores from his seat. Lily and James exchanged looks. James reached out and grabbed Lily’s hand for comfort, but neither wanted to ask what the syringe was for. They decided to just take the rest of the trip in silence, and seek out comfort in one another instead. Lena took one look at the couple and decided it’d be better to keep her silence for the time being. From his seat Gabriel hid a smile behind the light snores; at least the girl had sense.