#r76valentines

[hel777]

Love is...being able to see his halo above the horns

Happy Valentines Day!  

[toydreamer]

”Kiss, Kiss, Fall in Love.”  ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣ Day 2: 12th - “Glory Days”/ “Gift” Had a fluffy idea for day 2′s prompt so I made a little soft valentines doodle for the boys. Having some fun with lipsticks peppered in scars and kisses.  (◦˘ З(◦’ںˉ◦)♡ Also, advanced Happy Valentines Day, ya all❣

[cactusbuns-art]

day 1: relaxation / first date

let them rest. let them heal. 💤💤

[tsu-star]

For @r76valentinesevent Day 5 - Beans/Pets

Oh Jack, what did you do to piss off the kitten? And Gabe? You’re not helping. At all.

[astroyanpan]

happy valentine’s day @chuckpup !! im your secret gifter for the @r76valentines i hope you enjoy it !!! :-D

[purplenerd777]

Most Ardently

In Gabe’s defence he did ask Jack to marry him three times before Jack started to actually think about it.

The first time was in SEP when they were assigned to be bunkmates and Jack had mentioned that he brought in the early 2000s Captain America movies as “contraband”.

“Marry me.” Gabe had said laughing his ass off at the irony. A farm boy from Indiana, about to start a mysterious super soldier enhancement programme, was in love with Captain America.

“Nah, you’d get more out of it than I would.” Jack remembered smiling at the older soldier, not even put off that they barely knew each other more than 24 hours. Later that week, they set up the holo-screen in the rec room and watched the first movie together with some other members of their squad.

The second time, Jack was sure Gabe was going to die. Gabe, having started SEP earlier, was starting to get to the doses that had killed some other soldiers. He was leaning over the toilet in their en-suite, his shoulders tensed in pain as he continued to dry-heave. Jack felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do; either Gabe lived or the drugs that were supposed to stop the omnic crisis were going to kill his best friend.

“Morrison, my dying wish-“ Gabe had started, his voice hoarse, but underneath held his usual morbid humour.

“Gabe-“ Jack remembered frowning as he reassured his friend that he was still there by rubbing soothing circles in between his shoulder blades.

“Marry-” The joke was cut short as Gabe started convulsing, afraid to leave Gabe alone Jack screamed his throat hoarse as he called for medical.

When Gabe finally woke up, with Jack by his bedside he had a shit eating grin on his face despite having nearly escaped death. “So? Did you think about it?”

“I’m not saying yes to a proposal that was given over a toilet.” Jack stated blandly, relieved that Gabe was still alive for stupid jokes.

The third time Gabe proposed, they were actually dating. It was during a middle of a battle, Reinhardt’s shield had given out and Ana was forced to retreat from her sniper’s nest. Gabe and Jack were fighting back to back, the sound of pulse rifle and shotguns creating a discordant melody that was distinctly theirs.

“Is being a Commander like being a Captain of a ship?” Gabe asked over comms as he slammed a shotgun down on the head of a lighter unit.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Gerard asked incredulously.

“Are you ordained?!” Reinhardt called cheerily as he knocked an OR-14 down with a few swings of his hammer.

“No. Damn, well Jackie, guess we’ll have to have Torb officiate for us.” Gabe called as he shot over Jack’s shoulder falling the omnic that was coming up behind him.

“Don’t drag me into this.” Torbjörn muttered over the sound of his turrets.

“Can you at least try to do a proposal like a normal person?” Jack called as he shot a helix rocket straight into the cannon of a Bastion unit.

Gabe gasped, his face mock-horrified. “Jackie, you should have told me you wanted to have a normal life. Once we defeat the robot apocalypse we can get a white picket fence 2.5 kids and a dog. Do you want to live in the ruined wreckage of California, or move back to Indiana? I’m sure I could get used to the cold and corn.” His face morphed into a large grin as his scars stretched along with his face, a reminder to Jack that things could never be normal.

The smoke of the battle cleared to reveal the Overwatch Strike Team had cleared the area of all hostiles. The others of their team gathered around them. Even though in that moment Gabe was joking, he was still keeping a keen eye out for any more attacks.

“That hasn’t been an actual statistic since the 20th century.” Gerard stated as he inspected a fallen unit.

“Can we not have this conversation out in the open?” Torbjörn asked over the comms, “The press drones are starting to come in.”

“Let’s get a move on team.” Gabe stated. His voice and demeanour back to that of a hardened tactical Commander, but Jack remembers the disappointment that framed the way he moved.

When Jack had tried to bring up what happened later than night in the foxhole they had managed to find for shelter, Gabe headed him off. “It was just a joke Indiana, I was only trying to boost morale.”

The rest of the story is here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13693062

@kirbypegasister I’m your Valentine, I hope you like the story, I really enjoyed writing it <3.

@r76valentines

[r76valentines]

The season of love is almost upon us! From our team at @dailyreaper76, we bring you a valentine’s gift exchange. Join us in a sfw fandom event to celebrate reaper76 and all the cheesy romantic tropes you could dream of.

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[asthmaticjedi]

hey it's valentine's day, sort of! happy valentine's day to @dangerousvirgin, who requested old men dancing in the moonlight, jack picking up gabe and spinning him around in a lover’s embrace, and maximum cheese! event was organized by the lovely people of @r76valentines

cross posted on ao3 here!

beta’d by the amazing @principles ;3;

“First pet.”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Even if I do know, I reiterate.” Gabriel pinned him with an unamused look. “First pet.”

Jack sighed and draped himself over the log he claimed as a bench. “Golden retriever named Bailey. And admit it, you’re running out of questions.”

Gabriel shrugged, and Jack took the moment of silence to admire the way the moon and starlight lit up his features. For once, he was glad for Gabriel’s no-artificial-light-at-camp rule. “You got anything better to ask for round six of twenty questions?”

“Fair point.” Jack fiddled with the stick he’d been trying to whittle and squinted at it. If he tilted his head a little to the right and held it juuuuust right, it sort of looked like a hedgehog. “Favorite music genre?”

“Jazz and EDM. First dance?”

“You’re asking a lot of ‘first’ questions,” Jack remarked. Gabriel gave him a smile.

“Just answer the damn question.” Jack thought for a moment and felt a smile spread across his face.

“Fifth grade, my grade school.” Jack sighed dreamily. “Lucas Rogers and I snuck out and held hands until Mrs. Adams found us and dragged us back to the gym. Best hour and a half of my life.”

“That’s not what you said last week when I let you detonate that omnium,” Gabriel accused.

Jack laughed. “Fair enough. Top five, then. And I’m not saying the order, so you can’t ask that for your next question.”

“Damn.”

Jack squinted. “Now I’m curious. What’s your first dance?”

“Preschool. My moms wanted me to do piano lessons so I asked if we could compromise for ballet.”

“That is…” Amazing. Fantastic. Perfect, just like you. “Not what I expected from someone leading an international military operation.”

“I get that a lot,” Gabriel snickered. “Alright, next question. Is your shining dance career sufficient preparation for Ana demanding a dance from all of us at her wedding?”

“Wait, she was being serious about that?” Jack scrambled and hit his shoulder against the log.

“Yeah.” Gabriel covered his mouth with his hand and Jack glared at him. Rude. “And I don’t think she’d appreciate a farm boy stepping on her Louboutins the French Prime Minister and her wife gave her. Rumor has it the PM picked them out herself.”

“Ana’s the worst,” Jack whined.

“Ana’s pretty much the reason we’re all still alive,” Gabriel countered. “I think one dance at her own wedding isn’t much to ask.”

“Debatable,” he muttered.

Gabriel squinted. “You can dance, right?”

“Yeah, of course I can.” Not. Gabriel broke out laughing.

“Oh god, you can’t dance, can you?” he wheezed. “Don’t lie to me, dude, because I’m going to make you prove it to me if you try to give that bullshit again.”

Jack glared at him. “Fine. I can’t dance for shit. Are you happy now?”

“Kind of.” Gabriel gave him a shiteating grin. “Want me to teach you how to be a half-decent dance partner so Ana doesn’t spend her wedding night in jail or hiding your corpse?”

Jack nibbled on his bottom lip. On one hand, dancing with his commander wouldn’t be any help for his (metastasizing) crush. On the other hand, Gabriel did have a point and Jack would hate to make Ana’s wedding memorable for all the wrong reasons. Ana was terrifyingly competent at whatever the hell she wanted to do.

“Fine.” Jack heaved himself up and offered his hand to Gabriel with the best bow he could muster. “May I have this dance?”

“Slow it, farm boy.” Gabriel rummaged through his duffle bag. “You can’t expect me to dance without music.”

“Of course.” Jack rolled his eyes in (what he hoped was) an affectionate manner. “We can’t expect our prima donna to dance without his orchestra.” He peered over Gabriel’s shoulder and squinted. “Really? Ella Fitzgerald? You’re such a sap.”

“Girls love it. According to my, uh, women-attracted friends.” Gabriel tapped the screen and stood up. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Jack sighed. One ticket to disasterville it was, then.

“Alright then.” Gabriel’s smile glinted in the moonlight. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Jack tried not to gulp as he gingerly placed his hands on Gabriel’s hips and swayed awkwardly to the music, standing as far away from Gabriel as he possibly could. This was a terrible idea.

“You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long…” the music player sang.

“Seriously?” Gabriel snickered. “You’re going to be dancing with Ana at her wedding, not a middle school dance.”

“You offered to teach me, not to make fun of me,” Jack pouted. “Teach me, maestro.”

Gabriel laughed again. “Okay, so your left hand goes here, and you hold onto my left hand. Got it?”

“Yeah,” Jack breathed. He privately hoped that his face wasn’t nearly as red as it felt or that Gabriel could feel how clammy his hands were.

“You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song…”

“Alright, you’re going to be leading me, which basically means what it sounds like,” Gabriel directed. “Use your hands to nudge me in the direction you want me to go to, and just… go with the flow.” Jack nodded and stepped back and forth, trying to follow the lilting beat of Ella’s voice.

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars…”

“Jesus Christ, dude,” Gabriel wheezed in between peals of laughter, “you have the worst moves and sense of rhythm I’ve ever seen, like, ever. And I taught toddlers beginning ballet in college.”

“I’m trying,” Jack said petulantly.

“The dearest things I know are what you are…”

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “Don’t be scared to move around your space. Or to move more than two steps in the same direction.”

“Asshole.”

“And yet we’re moving in more than one direction,” Gabriel teased. He moved his hand to the top of Jack’s shoulder. Jack tried not to blush too much. “Relax your shoulders. You’re dancing, not being interrogated. And quit looking at your feet, it’ll look like you’re looking down her dress.”

“Maybe I’m nervous that I’m being judged by my jackass commanding officer and stepping on his feet,” Jack muttered traitorously. “Or my terrifying second in command.”

“You’re a special operations military squad. Everyone is going to judge you. Also, be a little more firm with your hands when you’re leading.”

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine, when all the things you are are mine!”

“Like this?” Jack winced as he practically pushed Gabriel so they were almost touching.

“Pro tip.” Gabriel grimaced. “Try to keep your fingers as flat as possible so you don’t dig your fingers into Ana’s waist. I have a feeling she’ll be less forgiving than me.”   

“Flat fingers.” Jack nodded. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s great.” Jack didn’t know it was possible to blush more. “Okay, I think you’re ready for twirls, girls love that shit. What you need to do is raise your right arm and twist it like this and… Nice!” Gabriel grinned and Jack temporarily forgot how to breathe. “You’ve successfully twirled me.”

“Well,” Jack stuttered, “I’m only as good as my teacher.” Smooth, Morrison.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Dammit.

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars, the dearest things I know are what you are...”

“Okay, now lead into a twirl. Nice.” Jack ducked his head, hoping Gabriel wouldn’t notice the full body flush that was currently flooding his entire body. “Okay, do you wanna learn a move that everyone will be super impressed with?”

“Sure.” Shoot me now if it’s what I think it is.

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine…”

“Alright, I’m gonna show you how to dip your partner.” Now would be a great time for a surprise omnium attack. Like, any minute now. “Alright, what you want to do is lunge to the side, but make sure you keep both feet on the ground.”

“Uh huh,” Jack said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. “And then?”

“Okay, I’m going to pivot aaaaand… Wait, keep a good grip on me, otherwise…” Gabriel yelped and slipped onto the dirt ground, inadvertently dragging Jack down with him.  

“...when all the things you are are mine!”

Abort, abort, Jack panicked, wincing as gravel dug into his left arm. Suddenly, he found himself on top of Gabriel, their noses almost brushing. “Um. Hi.”

“Hey,” Gabriel said in a dangerously high voice, his face noticeably turning pink. “So, uh…”

“Fancy seeing you down here,” Jack laughed nervously. “You come here often?”

“I try not to, since. You know.” Gabriel gestured around himself. “It’s the ground.”

“Yeah…” Their noses were definitely touching now. Oh god, it’s happening. It’s definitely happening. Breath, Morrison, stay calm, hyperventilating isn’t attractive.

“Gentlemen!”

Gabriel yelped and shoved Jack off of him. Jack screeched as his head banged uncomfortably against the ground. “Ana!” Jack said hysterically. “Hey, girl, my dude, how’s it’ going? What’s up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, so I went for a stroll to double check the perimeter,” Ana said with a bright grin. “Everything’s clear, by the way. Just thought you should know.”

“Great! Excellent!” Gabriel smiled and tried to pull himself up on the log.

Ana leaned against a nearby tree and raised an eyebrow, the smirk on her face getting wider. “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I? It looked like you two were in the middle of something, but I couldn’t tell what was going on.”

“Nope! Nothing happening at all,” Jack said in a totally normal and calm voice.

“Well then, I’m sure you’d be happy to know that I can relieve you from keeping watch now.”

Jack frowned. “We don’t change shifts until another half hour.”

“But you two look so exhausted, and I’d hate our commander to not be sharp for our op tomorrow,” Ana crooned. “Please, Gabriel, get some sleep. And you too, Jack.”

“You’re not taking no for an answer, are you?” Gabriel groaned.

“Not at all.” There was her signature shiteating grin. “Go on, time to sleep. In your separate tents. Preferably now.”   

“Demon,” Gabriel muttered under his breath.

“Sorry, Gabriel, I didn’t catch that, can you repeat what you just said?” Ana called.

“I said ‘good night,’ Ana!” Gabriel shouted over his shoulder. “G’night, Jack,” he said in a softer tone, flashing a small smile in Jack’s direction. “You owe me a dance at Ana’s wedding too, now.”

Jack laughed quietly. “Night, Gabe.”

The camp fell into the comfortable silence, save for the quiet rustling of leaves and Ana’s footsteps against the forest ground. He glanced around his empty tent, almost expecting one of his teammates to give him a knowing look and heckle him for the dopey grin on his face.

Maybe, if (when, he chastised himself) they make it to see Ana’s wedding, when the music has gone soft, Jack would hesitantly pull Gabriel in closer and search his eyes for any resistance, and if there wasn’t any, he’d softly sing the song Gabriel played for them, his voice anxious but earnest.

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine,” he’d murmur, relishing in the way Gabriel melted into his arms. “when all the things you are are mine…”

The dream -- nightmare, really -- wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him, but it didn’t change the way his heart pounded or the fact that he couldn’t seem to get enough air in him, even though his chest heaved in exertion. What did the doctor tell him to do again…?

Right. It is… He checked the alarm clock on his bed stand. ...oh-three hundred forty two, I am in Overwatch Watchpoint: Gibraltar, and my name is Gabriel Reyes. A few more deep breaths, aaaaaand…

Well. That was taken care of, but he sure as hell wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon. He wasn’t exactly in the headspace to go to the practice range, so a walk around the base and some fresh air it was.

The walk itself was peaceful. Some of the younger agents were still up, but they barely spared him a glance as he passed by. Late night wandering was pretty common anyways, considering that nearly everybody on the team came from a military background. The roof of the central command center was blissfully empty, too, so Gabriel didn’t feel nearly as bad setting up his portable record player and lighting up a cigarette.

“Thought you were telling me that those things were going to kill me if my own stupidity wasn’t going to beat me to the punch.”

“Still stand by that statement, Morrison,” Gabriel called lazily behind him. “But until Ziegler and O’Deorain figure out how to unfuck my body, I’m gonna taking advantage of my nanite smoke monster form in every way possible.”

“Didn’t think nicotine would have an effect on you.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I like the warmth.”

“If you say so,” Jack snorted and joined him on the ledge. But not too close. “You’re giving me secondhand smoke, though. Didn’t your high school health class teach you about it?”

“You’re joking, right? I got extra lessons about smoking and how tobacco companies target certain backgrounds.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Jack?”

“Really? ‘What do you want?’” he snapped. “I’m not allowed to check up on my sort-of estranged husband when I see him wandering around base at almost four in the morning?”

“You forgot the part where your ‘sort-of estranged husband’ used to try to kill you and destroy this particular base,” Gabriel said dryly. “We’re not exactly on the same terms we used to be on, anyways.”  

“I guess,” Jack conceded. “But I do genuinely want to check up on you.”

“Why?”

Jack shrugged. “We’ve been trying to reconcile and try to rekindle our relationship for the past few months, despite everything that’s happened to us. And last time I checked, people who at least kind of like each other make sure the other is doing okay.”

“Well.” Gabriel spread his arms. “I’m not dissociating, so that counts, right?”

“Not really.” Jack swung his feet. “Wanna talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about, really,” he admitted. “Same PTSD we’ve had for the past thirty or so years. Just need a distraction for a half hour or so before I can stand being in my own head.”

“Need space?”

Gabriel considered it for a moment as he tapped the ash off the cigarette with the ledge. “Nah. Being around a warm body is nice sometimes.”

Jack nodded and they fell into a companionable silence for a little while. Gabriel supposed the combination of the cigarette smoke, the fresh ocean breeze, the quiet crooning of the record player, and Jack’s easy presence was helping a little more than he’d care to admit.

“Hey.” Jack nudged Gabriel when the record player changed into something upbeat and familiar. “Remember when you taught me how to not completely make an ass out of myself at Ana’s wedding to this song?”

“You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long…”

“You mean the night where my subordinate, whom I had a massive crush on, dropped and almost kissed me?” Gabriel said sarcastically. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Dick,” Jack muttered.

“Shut up, I’m trying to be funny.”

Jack ignored that. “Wanna go for a round two? I hear human touch and light exercise are great during times of emotional distress.”

“Does round two involve you dropping me on the ground? If so, then absolutely not.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not, I’ve actually improved since then. C’mon, let me take care of you for once.” Jack’s voice almost sounded like he was pleading. “Dance with me?”

“You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song...”

Gabriel stubbed the cigarette against the ledge and stood up. “Sure. Why the hell not?”

Jack smiled and pulled Gabriel close to him, close enough for Gabriel to smell the faint odor of whiskey. “When was the last time we had a moment like this? Just us. No politics, no wars or uprising looming over our shoulders.”

“Never.” Damn, Jack wasn’t lying about improving over the past few years. “We never had anything close to a conventional relationship.”

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars, the dearest things I know are what you are…”

“You think now would be too late to try?”

God, what I wouldn’t give to start over and have a normal relationship with Jack. “I don’t know if we ever could,” Gabriel admitted. “For starters, we’re both legally dead. Second, I’m literally a cloud of nanites in the approximate shape of a human being.”

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine...”

Jack laughed as he sent Gabriel into a twirl, and Gabriel almost felt like they were in their early thirties, newly married, ready to take on the world. “As normal as we can make it, then.”

“...when all the things you are are mine!”

“I’d like that,” Gabriel admitted. “Despite everything, there’s always probably going to be a part of me that will always love you.”

“Me too,” Jack said quietly. “I know we can’t go back to what we had before, but…”

“But,” Gabriel prompted.

“I’ll take what I can get,” Jack said. “Especially when what I can get is way more than what I deserve.”

“It’s more than I deserve, too,” Gabriel insisted.

Jack shrugged. “You spent a little over twenty years emotionally supporting me when I was Strike Commander. It’s about time I stop being a shitty husband and repay the favor.”

“I was hardly the perfect husband,” Gabriel snorted.

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars, the dearest things I know are what you are…”

“Still a better husband than me,” Jack muttered.

“It’s not like you’re coming in without any baggage, either,” Gabriel pointed out.

“I didn’t spend the last few years being turned into a vape monster and thinking my own husband, estranged or otherwise, turned his back on me,” he countered. “Just. Please, Gabe, take care of me all you want, but let me take care of you too, for once.”

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” God, please tell me we are.

“Yeah, I think so.” Jack gave him a small, intimate smile.

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you...”

“Oh, thank god,” Gabriel muttered, not even caring that he was definitely jumping into Jack’s space.

Jack laughed, bright, free, and open, as he caught Gabriel in his arms and swung him around in circles. Gabriel settled comfortably, making a seat for himself in them. “I love you,” he whispered. Gabriel tried not to melt into Jack’s embrace. “So much.”

Gabriel winced. “I’m… not sure if I’m ready to say that out loud yet, but…”

“I’m more than happy with that,” Jack murmured, craning his head to kiss the tip of Gabriel’s nose. “You’ll get there when you get there. We’ll do this right this time.”

“...and someday, I’ll know that moment divine...”

“Thank you,” Gabriel murmured reverently.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything for you, too.”

“...when all the things you are are mine!”

[fighter-ace]

Happy (belated) Valentines day @idreamofignoct! 

This took wayyy longer than I thought it would OTL.  I had a lot of fun with this, and I really hope this is what you were looking for!

[r76valentinesevent-blog]

2018 R76 VDay Event

Reaper76 Valentine’s Event is a week long celebration of the romantic side of R76, the Overwatch community’s favorite military dads. 76 and Reaper are complex characters who’s sharp and hard edges are often focused on by the fandom, but the most fulfilling exploration of relationships can include the soft and vulnerable as well.

Everyone is welcome to contribute to the event, in any way you can be creative: fanfic, fanart, edits, headcanons, playlists, etc etc. ** NOTE: please ask for permission to use another content creator’s work if you are utilizing it in your own work, and be sure to credit them)

P R O M P T S:

   Day 1: 11th - “Relaxation” / “First Date”    Day 2: 12th - “Glory Days” / “Gift”    Day 3: 13th - “AU” / “Soulmate”    Day 4: 14th - “Promise” / “Proposal”    Day 5: 15th - “Beans/Pets” / “Family”    Day 6: 16th - “Vacation” / “Mission”    Day 7: 17th - “Seperation” / “Reunion”

AO3 Collection: http://archiveofourown.org/collections/R76ValentinesWeek

These prompts are entirely optional!! Don’t feel the need to do all of them, or any of them, if they don’t speak to you, and don’t worry if they’re “late”. There aren’t any rules persay, but it is encouraged that your contribution be more towards the romantic, soft, and/or gentle side of the relationship spectrum. There’s already so much amazing content of the dads duking it out, we’d like to see a little variety! That’s not to say a tense situation can’t have a touch of softness, though.

Please tag your posts with #r76valentines so it can be reblogged and shared here!

[hel777]

Love is...when combat operations are forgotten because he wants some smooches instead

Happy Valentines Day!  

[val-kyrii]

Beach Memory

Ahh Finally getting this uploaded! I hope it’s okay, I haven’t really written in a while but I wanted to take a crack at it again and this is what came to mind when I was given the beach prompt! So, @onigiri-ninja I really hope you’re the right person since the original url I was given is gone now and I hope you enjoy this!

The sound of clacking keys echoed through the room. A muscular blond man sat at his desk typing, an intense look of concentration on his face. Engaged in his work, he didn’t notice the other man step into the room, his arms crossed over his chest and his face serious. He had smooth tanned skin with a few scars along his cheeks and nose. He cleared his throat and the blond looked up, startled by the sudden sound that seemed far too loud against the rest of the now silent room.

“Morrison. I see you’re up late again. Guess you should stop putting off all your work, boy scout.” The man grinned and gave him a wink. “Gabriel... “ The blond groaned. “Don’t scare me like that. You know how much I have to do. Filing reports, entering new information… And Dr. Zigler asked me to help with some new patient charts.”

“Dios mio, Jack. I guess being Strike Commander really takes its toll huh?”

“If you only knew. How’s Blackwatch?” Jack leaned back and stretched his arms. He had no idea how long he had been working at this point. He could really use any excuse to take a break, and Gabriel seemed like the perfect excuse. “Eh, Jesse is still learning the ropes and Genji… Genji seems like his training should have been over weeks ago. Kid’s amazing, really.” Jack let out a laugh and stood up, taking a few steps over to Gabriel.

“You look tired, Jack.”

“You… Look like you need to shut up.” Gabriel raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. The both of them held back laugher. “Commander, sir, may I offer you a suggestion.” By now, Gabriel was simply playing into Jack’s act of being the tough guy. “I’ll allow it, Reyes.”

“You need to take a break. Go to the beach and relax… I’ll protect you while you’re out.” Gabriel gave another wink and their acts fell as they started laughing. “The beach? Really, Gabe?” Jack continued to smile as he pressed a light kiss to the other’s lips. “It’s late… And very dark, and you want to go to the beach?”

“I never said I wanted to but…”

“But you do.” Gabriel smiled and nodded, wrapping an arm around the blond. “Would you agree if I said I made food?”

“So let me get this right. You cooked something, assuming I was going to go to the beach with you at,” he paused to check the time, “Two in the morning… And what would you have done with that food if I said no?” Gabriel thought for a second. “If you said no… The food wouldn’t go to waste, because I didn’t make any” Gabriel laughed as Jack smiled and shook his head. “It is never a dull moment with you, Gabe.”

“Your life would be dull moment a without me, Jack.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Gabriel took Jack by the hand and the two of them snuck away from the facility, ducking by doorways with the light still shining bright. What would the rest of the team think of their Commander sneaking away from his work? Surely that’s no example to set for them.

As they arrived, their shoes sank into the sand and the waves crashed upon the shore. Their hands parted as they began removing shoes and socks and rolling up the ends of their pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the beach at night, to be honest with you.”

“Really? I come out here every night when I need to think… Or get away from the kid.” Jack laughed, “Is Jesse really such a handful?”

“He thinks he’s a cowboy… That was popular over seven decades ago, are you kidding me?” The two smiled as they stepped up to the water, their hands linking once more. “It’s nice to have some time alone.” Jack looked over to Gabriel, studying his face and noticing a side of him that he’d never really seen before. He was… Content. Jack gently squeezed the other’s hand. “You’re right. We don’t get to do this much, do we?”

Gabriel turned his head to the side and muttered something that Jack couldn’t quite hear. The blond stepped closer and smiled a bit. “What’d you say?” When Gabriel turned back to Jack, his cheeks seemed to be tinted red, though, it was hard to tell in the dark. “I said… I love you.” Jack paused for a moment before smiling. “Took you long enough. I love you too, Gabe.”  Gabriel smiled. “Just don’t go dying on me, boy scout.”

Grey-blue eyes scanned over the water. The night was clear and the waves were only gently lapping at the sand. “Didn’t plan on it, Gabe… But I never thought you’d go first.” Jack, now with grey hair and eyes that had seen many deaths, stood in the same spot he had once shared with his past lover. How long had it been since the night they proclaimed their love for each other? Twenty years? Thirty? Time had escaped him since Overwatch shut down. His time as Strike Commander seemed like only a blurry dream now.

Lost in thought, he never noticed the footsteps behind him. A dark, hooded figure loomed behind him, staying still for a moment before resting a hand on Jack’s shoulder. He turned, startled by the weight. He thought he was alone, no one had been here in years. The figure seemed to have dark smoke forming from his body and fading into the dark sky. His voice was gruff and ominous as he spoke. “Jack Morrison… I thought I’d find you here.”

“Who are you?” A tinge of anger and fear filled his voice as he took a step back. “Most know me now as the Reaper… But you may remember me better as Gabe.” Jack’s eyes widened as Gabriel pulled his hood down. His skin was pale and his eyes were dark and hollow.  This wasn’t Gabriel. This was a shell of the man Jack had once been in love with.

Tears welled in his eyes as he stepped closer and placed a hand on Gabriel’s cheek. “What happened to you?”

“Swiss Headquarters. Don’t you remember?” Warm tears slipped down cool cheeks as Jack looked down. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault.” Gabriel put his hand over Jack’s. “Don’t blame yourself.” Removing his hand from the other’s, he slipped his arms around Jack’s waist and pulled him closer and in return, Jack locked his arms around Gabriel, hugging him close. “It’s been too long, Gabe. Where have you been?”

“Couldn’t let the boy scout see me as the big bad reaper, now, could I?”

“I’d love you in any form you’d take.” Gabriel pulled his face back to meet Jack’s and looked in his eyes. “Think you could kiss a living dead man?” Jack only smiled, his cheeks still wet, and pressed his lips to Gabriel’s cold ones. Now, the only sound filling the world was the waves rolling in and out, and the sound of their quiet breathing as they held each other, just as they had so many years ago.

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day 4: promise / proposal

do you have my back? always. 💕 💕

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when u put your hat on your friend/crush and he won’t take it off for 84 years (he still thinks it’s the warmest thing he owns..even though it’s full of Despair)

r76valentines event day 2 was GIFT (yeaaah I’m hopelessly behind this is just how I live man). Gabe didn’t exactly give Jack the hat, but he did put it on him and UH listen I just wanted to draw Jack wearing The Hat. or a hat anyway, Gabe probably had like 30 of those let’s be real. (I’m......he’s supposed to be like..crying into it?? smelling it??? in the third panel?? but it looks like he’s blowing his nose into it hfdjslkd DESGUSTENG)

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Day 1: First Date

This was gonna be a whole comic cause I kinda have a whole au thought out for these valentines prompts but I dont have the time to draw everything I wanna so

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Day 1 -  “First Date”

Situation - Jack was so serious about this date and bc of this he got his costume on. Gabe wasn’t that serious and just got his everyday clothes on.