A series of really short drabbles where Gabriel slowly realizes he's still Gabriel and comes to accept it. Kind of. Sometimes from other people's point of view. This follows the headcanon that Reaper is a mess (trademark) and knows what Sombra is doing. What he doesn't know is what in the world is he going to do with himself.
Consider the previous entry in the overall series (called Glassy Sky) to be a prologue of sorts (so yes, there will be r76 because i love the sad dads)
The series as a whole is a better read at AO3 but fanfiction dot net will not let me link so follow the links in my profile if you wish to do so. I'm Chiwibel there too. At T u mblr I'm serah-pounce-a-bell.
Apologies for my English.
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A continuation to
To reap into the abyss
[Glassy Sky part 1]
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Broken mends better
[Glassy Sky part 2]
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Sombra had been typing for days after the Volskaya mission. There was much to do and little time for anything else, especially when another job with the leather-clad duo appeared on her orders from Talon the previous night.
Her so called bosses were… displeased with the results (she wasn't). So much that Sombra wouldn't risk another play this Xanatos Speed Chess she had going on soon. Play nice for a while and then run away with everything while the higher ups asked themselves where did they go wrong, where. The usual outcome.
"Here".
Reaper himself materialized behind her, throwing a bunch of purple fabric over Sombra when she ignored him.
A purple coat. Her purple coat. One of the sleeves had gotten a tear after a miscalculated jump. It wasn't there anymore and it looked like it had never been there at all. The piece of clothing actually looked better than ever.
"Fixed it", Sombra mumbled, "¿por qué?"
Even though the man wore his bone white owl mask, Sombra swore she could feel him smiling behind it.
"Gotta look presentable for our dear amigaVolskaya".