Overwatch Reader Inserts

Merde, Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

Gabriel Reyes tried to fight his irritation at the crowds bumping into him. The market was full of people milling about at every stall making it nearly impossible to navigate the thin streets of the small town. He'd have plenty of cover but finding his target would take longer than he'd like. He decided to grab a quick bite of lunch while he patrolled the small French town. Many of the stalls in the market sold fresh produce and meats but he recalled a baker at the other end of the street. As he turned to make his way back to it, something collided with him.

"Merde!" A females voice cried out from below him. He looked down and saw a (h/c) haired woman on the ground with a variety of vegetables and wrapped packages scattered around her. She looked up with fiery (e/c) eyes that softened when she met his gaze. "Je suis vraiment désolé!" Gabriel offered her a hand up. When she was standing once more, she looked him over.

"Like what you see?" He raised an eyebrow at her. She met his eyes again and smiled innocently.

"Oui." She shrugged. She looked down and gasped when she saw her produce trampled into the street. "Merde, merde, merde!" Gabriel didn't speak much French but he had a pretty good idea what 'merde' meant by now. Her wicker basket was crushed and the wrapped cuts of meat were exposed and covered in dirt.

"Looks like I'm the one who should be sorry." He knelt and picked up her ruined basket and inspected it. "Parlez vous anglais?"

"Yes."

"Allow me to cover the cost of all this."

"No, do not worry about it." Her thick accent was quite beautiful. "It was my fault."

"I am partially to blame. At least let me help you carry it all." Gabe gestured to the basket and laughed. "Pretty sure you won't be using this any more." The French woman laughed as well, a sweet sound.

"Fine. Follow me, uh-"

"Gabriel."

"Then follow me, Gabriel." She led him through the crowd with ease.

"I never got your name."

"(Y/n)." She stopped at a stall selling freshly butchered beef and spoke to the man in French. He could understand most of it thanks to the similarities to Spanish, but the way she spoke was so elegant and intoxicating. She thanked the butcher and handed the parcel of meat to Gabe. "So what are you doing here in France, Gabriel?" The way she spoke his name gave him goosebumps.

"I'm here for work." The next stop was a vegetable stand and luckily the couple running it gave them a canvas bag to carry their goods in.

"Merci monsieur et madame Corentin." She smiled, waving goodbye.

"So what's all the food for?" Gabe continued to follow her. She greeted people as they passed, clearly she was a regular in the market.

"I am throwing a small party for my mother. She is retiring and I thought I would cook for her and a few friends." The wonderful smell of fresh bread hit them both as they opened the door to the bakery Gabe had been on his way to when they bumped into each other. He noticed her tense a bit when the young man at the counter greeted them.

"Bonjour, ma belle (Y/n)!"

"Bonjour, Renaud." Gabe could hear the slight grimace in her voice but this Renaud seemed oblivious. The man looked Gabe over with an obvious dislike of him already. "I need to get a loaf of soft sourdough please, and a dozen gougères."

"Anything for you, mon amour." Renaud turned to gather her breads. (Y/n) stepped closer to Gabe, clearly uncomfortable around the other man.

"Where is your father today?"

"He went to Normandy with Mother for the week. Their anniversary, you know?" The man turned back around. "One day we will holiday together." He winked at her, holding the bags out to her. Gabe snatched them and wrapped his free arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders.

"Not likely, asshole. She's with me." Gabe growled lowly. He hated scumbags like that, not taking hints of when women didn't like them. This had clearly been going on for a long time. He led (Y/n) out and didn't let her go until they were far from the bakery. He found a clear table at a cafe and sat her things down. "He always coming onto you like that?"

"Ever since he moved back home with his father." She pulled out the smaller bag from the bakery and offered him a small round ball of bread. "Try a gougère." He took it and bit into the soft pastry. It was cheesy and delicious.

"Wow, that's really good." He gladly reached for another. She smiled at him, pouring some out on a napkin for them to share.

"Thank you for helping with Renaud." Her cheeks flushed as she remembered his touch. "He apparently doesn't know what no means."

"Look, I'll be in town for a while so if you ever need help with him again you just ask, okay?" He scribbled his phone number on the napkin for her. She just nodded. "I'm serious. I don't like to see guys bothering women."

"Thank you." They sat and ate their cheese pastries. "Would you like to come to the party tonight?"

"I couldn't impose." (Y/n) smiled, ripping the napkin in half and writing down an address.

"Well if you want some delicious food and fine company, the party starts at six." She glanced at the clock on the church down the street and muttered a soft 'merde'. "I have to go, thank you Gabriel for bumping into me today." She handed him the napkin and the rest of the gougère bag.

"My pleasure, (Y/n)." He helped her gather her bags and stood so she could kiss his cheeks.

"Viens voir moi ce soir, Gabriel." She grinned as she pulled away. She gave him a small wave as she walked away, disappearing into the crowd. He glanced down the the neatly written address and smirked.

"Maybe you will see me tonight."