(Forgive the messy doodle, it's been a long time since I've drawn anything...) Mod Jive here!! While the calendar week has ended, that does not mean that Reaper76Week is over just yet. Please feel free to keep creating works for the prompts if you so desire! There is no cutoff for participation! That said, now that the queue's been cleared and the torrent of awesome content has dwindled, I wanted to take this time to thank you all for making #reaper76week such a great success! I couldn't be happier or more pleased with all the amazing work you guys made and contributed to the event this week. You guys make me so proud to be part of the Overwatch fandom, and a member of the Reaper76 community. I love you all and thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for making this week possible and as amazing as I had ever hoped. 💖 - Mod Jive
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Christmas, Gabriel figured, was just another day when you were a soldier, super enhanced or not. Stuck at where they were, it wasn’t exactly a cozy little winter wonderland.
At least the food tended to better this time of year, roasted turkey and stuffing replacing the plain old chicken breasts and steamed vegetables. Not to mention the pies, slices large enough to satisfy even his own large sweet tooth.
Working on his third slice, this one chocolate pecan, Gabriel brushed crumbs off the file he was reading to his new charge. Recently inducted into the program, Gabriel had taken one Jack Morrison under his wing, the skinny little blond taking surprisingly quickly to the rigorous environment.
“-So, they want us to work on your accuracy, but believe that with the next round of injections your speed can be- Jack!”
Snapping out of it, Jack jumped, nearly upturning his mess tray before turning to Gabriel with a sheepish smile.
“Oh! Sorry! What were you saying?” Giving his charge a deadpan stare that seemed to strike fear in the hearts of everyone but Jack, Gabriel sighed, gesturing to the papers in front of him.
“Whatever’s going on in your head seems to be much more interesting than your reports, so please, share, because this the fourth time today I’ve had to drag your ass back to earth.” At least Jack had the decency to flush, his freckles popping out amidst the pinking skin.
“A-ah, sorry! I was just thinking about home, is all. Christmas is a big deal in my family. First time I won’t be able to be there.” Sadness briefly settled over Jack’s face, and Gabriel found himself with a rather out of place feeling of guilt before Jack brightened again. “I wonder how much snow they got this year. Ma always made the best peppermint ice cream when it first fell-”
Gabriel’s lips quirked up as he let Jack go on about Christmas on the farm, a new feeling of warmth settling into his gut at just how happy Jack looked. A wisp of wistfulness fluttered in his heart as he thought of his own Mama and his three younger sisters. Gabriel had made sure they were sent money, but he knew his mother prayed to see him again someday, and he wondered how big the triplets had gotten since he last saw them four years ago. It had been right around Christmas, actually, the last one he was able to go home before he joined SEP, the weight of the rosary Mama gave him heavy on his chest next to his dog tags. Not that he particularly cared any more for religion, but, he loved his Mama, and somehow, it seemed to be a lucky charm.
“And you tease me for drifting off?” A laugh brought him out of his musing, Jack’s grinning face replacing his Mama’s. “Do you miss them?”
“Every day.”
“I always wondered what it would have been like to have siblings...Sledding by yourself isn’t much fun!” Wrinkling his nose, Gabriel snorted, waving around a forkful of pie.
“I’m used to the warm ocean and the sandy beaches, cabron. Much better then that cold wet shit you farm boys love so much.”
“It makes everything so beautiful, though. And you just have to have a white christmas at least once, Gabriel.” Thoughtful as he took a bit of his own pie -apple, Gabriel had to notice with a mental chuckle- Jack brightened again. “Maybe one year, you can come home with me! I’m sure my family wouldn’t mind.”
“Sure thing, Boy Scout.” Laughing as they finished their dinner, Gabriel couldn’t find the heart to argue with Jack, being the newbie’s first Christmas away from home, but as the days went by, he could tell the boy scout was definitely dejected, no matter how bright he smiled for everyone else.
Jack, contrary to what others believed, didn’t always wear his heart on his sleeve. He was the smallest of the bunch of new recruits, the youngest, and knew he had to shape up and prove his worth more than anyone to be allowed to stay.
But alone on Christmas Eve, in the suite he and Gabriel shared, he could be a little wistful, to imagine his walls were honey golden wood instead of cold steel, and that he could feel his mother’s hand knotted rugs under his feet then the stiff carpet. Sure, their basic needs were met, but as the holidays got closer and closer, Jack found he missed even the smallest touch. His mother’s ice cream made with the first snowfall of the season, laughing with his father as they hauled the Christmas tree in…
Sighing as he tossed and turned in his cot, Jack burrowed into the thin blankets, missing his grandmother’s thick quilts, and grandfather’s special hot cocoa. It must have been nearly midnight, but he just couldn’t fall asleep. At least they were all given a free day tomorrow, so he could just rest.
Eventually, he would drift off to sleep, dreaming of a snow dusted country christmas, unaware of the small wrapped gift placed on his nightstand…
Blinking at it the next morning, Jack carefully untied the gold bow, opening the shiny blue box to peer inside.
A snow globe?
Lifting it up, Jack gave it a careful shake, a bright smile lighting up his face as he peered inside to see, of all things, a little farmhouse! Winding the key, the notes of “White Christmas” filled his ears, both inflicting homesickness, but somehow, also making it easier to bear.
Gabriel denied it giving it, of course, even as a smile curled at the corner of his lips, but Jack knew, and a small seed of something was planted in his heart.
And every year since then, even when they graduated SEP, and joined Overwatch, on Christmas Morning, there would always be a new snow globe waiting for Jack, wrapped in blue paper with a golden bow. Jack would always ask Gabriel if he gave it, and would always get only a soft smile in return even as he denied it.
Jack’s favorite was the double snow globe, each orb holding a bird, one an owl and one an eagle, both with a heart in their beaks, from the year where they finally admitted their feelings for each other.
And when it lay broken on the floor after the explosion, Jack, as his ears rang and his vision blinded by his own blood, his mind numb, shakily reached for the owl, tucking it into his jacket as he ran.
And somehow, over the years, through battles and bullets, grenades and recoil, it always held up.
When Overwatch was recalled, it came with him to Gibraltar, perhaps a little worn, but a comfort, the only thing he had from happier times.
Sighing softly, Jack could only stare at the ceiling of his room, all sense of sleep forsaking him even at his clock blinked a soft twelve am. He could hear the waves in the distance, and as if Nature was trying to cure the pain in his heart, a soft pattering of rain as well. It was a rare thing for Gibraltar to have, and appreciated, but it just wasn’t the same.
It was a dream, that affected him so deeply enough to rouse him from even medicated sleep, and a place in his heart long thought dead ached at the thought of it.
Not a nightmare, surprisingly, but instead, memories of a Christmas long since past, before politics and pride drove wedges between hearts that had once been close enough to be as one.
Reaching for his communicator, Jack flicked open his music playlist. Searching for, then hovering his thumb over, one song in particular, putting in his earbuds, he closed his eyes as the first notes played softly into his ears.
“I’m dreaming of a white christmas...just like the ones I used to know…”
The next morning, amidst the heaps of shiny paper and sparkling ribbons, as the rest of the Base celebrated merrily in the common room, while it was nice to finally have the company of friends new and old, it just wasn’t the same, and he missed Gabriel more than ever. It would have been twenty years, now...
Trudging his way back to his room a few hours later, claiming a headache, Jack managed to evade another round of Reinhardt’s eggnog-fueled karaoke, intent on simply trying to sleep until the day was over.
To his surprise, there was a package, neatly set on his nightstand, wrapped in blue paper, with a golden bow. Thinking it a gift from Angela, perhaps, or Ana, Jack peered at it for a tag, and unable to find one, frowned at it. Nobody could have gotten into his room save for two people, and one of them was…
Shaking his head, Jack opened the box, his fingers curling around the smooth surface as he lifted the object out, tears welling into his eyes as they widened.
A snow globe?
Shaking it, Jack peered inside, his throat tightening as he slowly sat down on his bed.
An Eagle and an Owl, perched together on a branch, cuddling amidst the slowly falling snow. With a shaking hand, Jack wound up the key, and as the first few familiar notes chimed in his ears, he could swear that Gabriel was with him again, whispering into his ear, a cold hand wiping away the tears falling down his cheek before lips pressed to the damp skin.
I hope readmores still work on mobile, because this is very long! If they don’t, I’m really sorry. Hopefully you only have to scroll past it once!
I left out a LOT of requests for KittenWatch and just... requests in general because they tend to get redundant real fast. I appreciate your interest a whole lot & I’m super flattered, but I don’t have... time @v@;; for so many drawings!
1. anon
Thank you! McCree is definitely my favourite to draw so far, along with Satya >:3c
2. @spc5297
Aaaah thanks ;w;! I love drawing expressions!
3. @ikkanrana
MMMMM THANK U SEB a few weeks later but THENK ♥ you're too kind weh ;; and also I will give you that once I'm done replying to all of this (I hope I can remember ><)
4. anon
22!!! TWENTY TWO IS JUST A LIL BIT TOO MUCH THO oTL... I love the girls but goddamn I can barely draw 1 thing without being exhausted. sobs
5. anon
;O; WEHHHH you're so kind! I do my best; if my art makes people happy, then I'm happy ;w;
6. @mollymerula
THANK YOU ♥♥ I love sketching traditionally @v@
7. anon
(ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑ I WILL DO MY BEST! Thank youuuu!
8. @byotifulkitkat
Aw man, thank you for the sentiment (｡・//ε//・｡) I've actually looked into jobs at Blizzard in the past, but the skillset they require is... a lot better/broader than mine. Well, I should say different. I don't really draw what Blizzard wants to pay for, I think. But thank you! ;w; It means the world to me that you'd think that, gosh...♥
9. @jiveammunition
I will draw more for you ♡♡+.ﾟ(￫ε￩*)ﾟ+.ﾟ
10. anon
Oops I just realized I answered this here already! I'm too lazy to edit it out!! >n<
11. anon
Since this ask is kinda old now, we didn't have any interactions back then, but fortunately now we do! And so far they really coincide with how I had imagined Tracer would react to Sombra and vice-versa. I love both a lot, but they do not get along character-wise and I think their end goals are very different. Nothing (in my opinion!) indicates that Sombra has any interest in befriending Tracer other than to further her own goals, and I feel like Tracer sees right through that. I don't think she dispises her for it, but she definitely wants the least to do with her as possible. I don't think I'm gonna draw any though... maybe! Who knows!
12. anon
Hehe, I'm glad you think so ;v; I'll think about the Mercy version, but for now I don't have any plans to further the kitties series! I'm happy with those two, they're the ones I really wanted to draw for now :3 But who knows what the future holds!
13. @askpeeka-boo
AW don't be sorry! I remember seeing it & it mae me very happy ;w; Thank you!
14. @wafflii
Oh gosh that makes my day @v@ Thank you! I'm glad my art made you want to practice human anatomy! DO IT FOR THE DIRTY COWMAN♥ Anything for the cowman. (And no, I'm sorry, I'm not open for commissions, I'm too busy with my full time day job ;w;)
15. anon
OH ANON NEVER BE TOO SHY. Especially to talk to me about McCree 💦💦 He's my sweet (killer) boy, and he needs all the animals. I don't know when I'll draw more so I can't promise anything, but I'd like to in the future! Esp since it means I get to draw my boi :3
16: @sunnysundown
it's jagwhispers. I'm putting this last because if any of you wish to follow me there, cool, but don’t expect me to be as quiet or reserved there. I pretty much go all out & spam & am unapologetic for the things that I draw (and like to talk about!) that aren't here. So! I'd rather people don't follow me there if they only like one tiny fraction of what I post here, because everything is x200 over there. And this goes to people who are following me already over there; please unfollow if it gets annoying!
jiveammunition replied to your post: ok so I just beat a golden hammer Reinhardt in a...
Because you weren’t yelling excitedly and role playing him the entire time while playing. He didn’t feel your CRUSADER SPIRIT BURNING.
WELL MY CRUSADER SPIRIT WAS BURNING 215 HARDER THAN HIS OKAY THAT’S ALL I’M TRYING TO SAY HERE
and I’ll have you know I am yelling the entire time I am playing Reinhardt and anyone who has played with me and suffered the displeasure of me on open mic can confirm it
