#reaperana76

[thedreadgay]

left behind

chapter 1: legacy || chapter 2: months later

series: old soldiers, old love original publish date: feb 14 2018 word count: 336 author’s notes: part two cause like.... if jack and gabe thought ana was dead. what would ana feel like when reports said jack and gabe were dead. im emotional

EDIT: wrote this before jack was revealed to be gay lol im going to be reworking all my shit for this series so it’s anareaper76 polyam V instead. im not super into ovw rn so i’ve been slow, but i will do it!!! thanks for ur patience!

“... completely destroyed. The number of casualties is expected to rise...”

The flickering screen bathed the room in a blue glow. Its light was piercing in the darkness, and she really should turn the lamp on—no need to strain the eye she had left—but she couldn’t find the will. She couldn’t find the will for much of anything, these days.

“... at the center of the blast. What the Commanders were doing, and what caused the explosion, remains uncertain. Both Strike Commander Morrison and Commander Reyes are presumed dead.”

Ana didn’t move. Even though the hard mattress dug into her side, even though the blanket didn’t warm her chills, she was still as the dead—she was dead. The breaking news report played quietly, and she knew it was spreading across the world like wildfire. People would be shaken; people would be mourning. Her family would be mourning.

Something clenched horribly in her heart, and she curled in on herself. Maybe she could disappear.

The broadcast faded into the background, and all she could hear was the echo in her ears: Strike Commander Morrison and Commander Reyes are presumed dead.

Dead.

Ana found tears on her face and a tremble in her hands. She knotted her fingers together, holding them close, and let her tears wet the pillow.

But they didn’t know Jack and Gabriel. They didn’t know the men she loved. They didn’t know the men she left behind.

Ana smiled: minuscule, hollow, knowing, and full of pain. They wouldn’t die that easily. Not like her. She laid willingly in her grave; it was better for everyone. But Jack wouldn’t know how to die, and Gabriel would crawl out if it was the last thing he did.

An endless stream of tears spilled, and that smile quivered. She could sing, as she knew in her wretched heart they lived. But when could they rest?

When could they all rest?

Her eye closed. The murmur of a thousand voices drifted around Ana as she wept in joy and sorrow.

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Repost nearly a year later because the existing post has really shitty resolution. Ooops? Go to it if you want to read a long domestic ramble though. 

[liripip]

2017 fandom retrospective: Fic

9 fics, for a total of 68372 words (by FAR the most I’ve ever written) 

The motion of bodies, Ana/Jack/Gabe, explicit, 5k words

The OT3 fuck in a conference room

Where the heart is,  Ana/Jack/Gabe, explicit, 12.5k words

The OT3 fuck on a couch 

And if I fall asleep, it’s only because I want to wake up with you, Jack/Gabe,  explicit, 2k words

Jack and Gabe have sleepy sex during SEP

Sit down, lose your breath,  Jack/Gabe, explicit, 2.5k words

Gabe is frustrated under a desk

Seriously? Right in front of my meatballs?!, Jack/Gabe, explicit, 2k words

Torbjörn is offended in a lunch room

@foldingcranes has adopted this fic and will fight you if you are mean to it

A little coffee, a lot of you,  Jack/Gabe, explicit, 2.5k words  

Jack and Gabe have soft and kinky morning sex in a hotelroom

Take you under, lift you up,  Jack/Gabe, explicit, 7k words  

Jack indulges Gabriel’s darker fantasies

Tarnished, broken. Still good steel. Ana/Jack/Gabe, mature, 30k words

The OT3 rescue Fareeha and talk about their feelings

Shine brighter than the stars,  Ana/Jack/Gabe, explicit, 5k words

The OT3 fuck on the floor on New Year’s Eve

Christmas gift for my favorite ratperson @junkxrat 

[0fsilver]

Summary of the latest Overwatch comic.. Gabe: *sasses his bf* Ana: *sasses her bf* Tracer: *sasses her superior officer* Jack:  ヽ(　￣д￣)ノ Fine!!  I’ll do the thing!

[notahero-anymore]

So who would be down for an AnaReaper76/ReaperAna76 blog???

All the other cool ships have one, so (I would be 110% willing to run it i just need to know if there's interest)

[imadethisfor]

@taldorei -european family has had this made for them when they were sick mY MOM MADE THIS FOR ME & HER DAD WAS BEL… https://t.co/ybopy2f99v

-european family has had this made for them when they were sick mY MOM MADE THIS FOR ME & HER DAD WAS BELARUSIAN & MY DUTCH FRIEND AND I-

— reaperana76 agenda (@mermaidisabela) August 15, 2017

[thedreadgay]

just for today

series: old soldiers, old love word count: 735 author’s notes: GOD i had this sitting like 80% finished for like a year. anyway here she is now. a lead up to a big multichapter fic i have planned, and a followup of sorts to left behind but u don’t like GOTTA read it. takes place in the reflections comic! enjoy!!

EDIT: wrote this before jack was revealed to be gay lol im going to be reworking all my shit for this series so it’s anareaper76 polyam V instead. im not super into ovw rn so i’ve been slow, but i will do it!!! thanks for ur patience!

Ana grimaced out at the baking sand. They were safe for the moment—Jack blew her stakeout, damn him, but Talon would be scurrying to the shadows to lick their wounds. It would be a little while until their fingers reached into Cairo again, but only a little. Nothing ever truly sleeps.

At least it bought them time, and respite, both for the people here and for her. But with a lull came empty silence, taunting them with words gone unsaid.

Ana glanced over at Jack. It hadn’t been very long since they found each other again—and since Gabriel found them. Between fleeing the scene of the busted operation, finding refuge, and swapping intel, there hadn’t been time to truly talk... until now.

Six years apart; six years of presumed dead and wondering where it all went wrong. Sometimes, in her dreary haze, Ana had dreamed of reuniting with the men she loved. It would play like a silent film, distant and unreal, an indulgence that proved more cruel in the end. Here's your fool fantasy, she thought bitterly: Gabriel tried to kill them, and Ana and Jack were sitting on opposite ends of a bare-bones room, pointedly trying to ignore their ghosts and the date.

That morning, December 25th lighting up her holopad had been a punch in the gut. Neither she nor Jack celebrated Christmas in their own right, but it had a special place. Others in their family loved it, and loved to share it; and a day of gift giving and cuddling in ugly sweaters wasn’t so bad.

Gabriel loved Christmas, she thought.

Ana sighed quietly, and shifted, painfully aware of the loneliness in the room. Being by herself, she could handle. Being with Jack, with so much to say that the words wouldn’t come, was unbearable.

“Disengage, Ana!” She remembered Jack’s voice over her comm like it was yesterday. “That’s an or—“

She hadn’t allowed him his last words to her, before rushing to greet her death. The echo of it hung heavy between them.

Jack sighed too, and rubbed his face tiredly. He was still gazing at that photograph, on print, between his fingers; what it was, Ana could only guess.

She cracked open her dry mouth, and then closed it again. Trying to shape anything between them further than strategy was like gazing at rubble, pieces of something splintered unrecognizably. Jack must have been just as lost, otherwise he wouldn’t be so quiet. He had never been particularly quiet. But then again, neither had she. A humourless smile flitted across her lips—how empty they’ve become. She wondered if Gabriel felt the same.

The atmosphere was so utterly crushing, she almost wanted to leave the room, even if it was only a temporary escape of inevitable discomfort. But... Jack was here. Jack was here—and she had been alone for so long. She guessed from the lines on his face that he’d been lonely, too. Her old heart ached, because oh, she loved him. She loved them both.

Jack glanced up at her, and Ana realized she had been staring. For a moment, blue eyes held brown��longing, and apprehensive, and Ana didn't have to wonder if Jack still loved them too. Part of her wanted to scoff; why wallow and pine when they could do something about it? She could march over there right now and hold him, kiss him.

But it was so much, so soon. Their history was long, their lives together in shambles, and so they remained in uneasy liminity; neither daring to speak nor move.

Ana took a breath. In an act of bravery—or cowardice—she stood. Jack’s eyes didn't leave her face, nervous and questioning.

“Maintenance,” she murmured, grabbing her rifle and kit. Truly, her rifle hardly needed any attention at the moment, but anything was better than this feeling like suffocation.

Jack looked like he could sag in relief. “Good idea.”

He folded his photo away as she did her memories. She opened her kit while Jack fetched his own gear, and narrowed her focus. For now, they could fill the void between them with the smell of grease, and busy unsure hands with steel. Maybe they could stave off the many, many conversations to be had, without the isolation that had been eating away at them. At least for today, Ana thought—just to get through today.

[glamaphonic]

Thoughts on Ana/Gabe/Jack OT3? 👀 Reaper76 is everyfuckinwhere and I ship it for sure but everyone likes to conveniently not remember how even post-Overwatch jack and gabe think ana is important to them 🤔

I literally witch cackled when I read this.

Oh friend. FRIEND.

Jack/Ana/Gabe OT3 IS MY FUCKING EVERYTHING. I wish I could BEAM INTO YOUR BRAIN my many tweets on the subject my LAMENTS that fandom will not produce the fic I want THE SWEEPING TRAGIC BACKSTORY!! THE CUTE WHO CARES ABOUT CANON FLUFF!! THE RIDICULOUS AUs OF EVERY MOOD AND STYLE!!! that they won’t just WRITE ANYTHING!!! instead of destroying my soul by leaving the OT3 tag lying sad and nearly empty despite how many times every fucking lore heavy comic manages to sneak in a scene of one of them fucking GAZING AT THAT GODDAMNED PICTURE OF THEM!!11

Look they were all soldiers, they all helped build this thing together and run this thing together and then over time, things eroded and began to fall apart and you will never in life convince me that all those years of small slights and not-so-petty resentments between Gabe and Jack finally exploded and brought all of Overwatch down only ~coincidentally~ HAPPENED!! AFTER ANA “DIED” that they weren’t both reeling and grieving because they loved her and she was part of them and she was gone. You cannot TELL me that they never had a screaming fight towards the end where Gabe said something they’d both been thinking and hating to think: that it was Jack’s fault that she was gone.

You cannot TELL ME!!! That they would have become what they became in her absence in the way that they did and when they did if she had been there, if they had all been together, to bring them all back in balance.

DON’T LOOK AT ME

It’s too much.

[stella-rogers]

Ok I love Reaper76 but imagine:

Reaper+Ana+76 Ot3 Please

[phemiec]

Some people are worried about Reaper76 falling way to ReaperAna or Ana76 because either Jack or Gabe miiiiiiight possibly be pharah’s father. maybe.

but guess what guys

guys

polyamory exists

[thedreadgay]

left behind

chapter 1: legacy || chapter 2: months later

series: old soldiers, old love original publish date: feb 5 2018 word count: 1454 warning for: death author’s notes: ah yes...... the beginning of my reaperana76 series. y’all ever think about what would’ve happened right after ana’s legacy comic? y e a h

EDIT: wrote this before jack was revealed to be gay lol im going to be reworking all my shit for this series so it’s anareaper76 polyam V instead. im not super into ovw rn so i’ve been slow, but i will do it!!! thanks for ur patience!

“It’s not true.”

Dread weighed on Jack as Gabriel swept into the empty debriefing room. He didn’t look up from the table’s screen—he couldn’t. There was a tremble beneath Gabriel’s terse denial that Jack was too cowardly to face. Can’t even own up to your own mistake, he thought; and this one cost you. Instead, he stared at the flickering mission statement before him, hoping against hope that maybe the words would change. Maybe she’d walk in behind Gabe, her field uniform still dusty, and laugh her throaty laugh. “How sweet of you two to worry. You must like me,” She’d say, and her smile would turn soft. “Don’t you both know by now I’ll always come home safe?”

But the room stayed dead, the words remained unchanged, and there was a yawning hole in Jack’s chest that kept growing.

“Jack, answer me.” Gabriel’s tone was hard. “The statement has to be wrong.” The first words they’d exchanged in weeks, and it was... this. Like something out of a foggy nightmare. But there was a painful lump in Jack’s throat, and he kept a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the table, and he knew it was real. “You wouldn’t leave Ana behind. Even after everything, you wouldn’t do that.”

That hurt like a knife in the ribs. He managed to look up and meet Gabriel’s gaze (you owe that much to him, to her). The clench of Gabe’s jaw and fists did nothing to mask his terror from Jack; it was in his eyes, just beneath the surface. “Where’s Ana?” Gabriel pressed. Jack tried to swallow, and he sounded like a dying man when he croaked out:

“Gone.”

Ana was gone. Ana was dead, and it was his fault.

Gabriel visibly trembled. “But no body was recovered,” he continued, albeit shakily, and Jack nodded. The thought of just a body instead of Ana made Jack’s stomach churn. “So she could still be out there. She could need our help.”

“Gabe—“

“We need to get her, Jack. Now.”

We. Jack hadn’t heard that in a while. He wanted to take that we and run with it, run with Gabe, run to Ana. “Can’t,” he had to say instead. It came out as a murmur, like he was ashamed of it (he was). “We wouldn’t be authorized. The place is still crawling with Talon operatives; we’d be risking more lives by going back...”

He faltered at the look on Gabriel’s face, wide-open shock like he hadn’t seen in years. “You’re shitting me,” Gabe muttered, and his disbelief gave way to a now familiar glare. “Since when did permissions matter more than Ana’s life?”

The sting of that made Jack stiffen. “We’ve already been under too much heat, you know that,” he ground out. It was an argument as familiar as a dance at this point; maybe once, he would have been stunned it pushed past the screaming in his heart. But bitterness (and pride) was a hell of a thing.

“Blackwatch could be in and out before anyone catches wind. A small, stealthy team—“

“No,” Jack asserted, “Blackwatch is still suspended, and we already crossed a line in King’s Row, even if it turned out well.”

“’Turned out well’? We saved lives!” Gabriel’s voice rose. “We could be saving Ana’s life too, if you weren’t sitting here on your ass moaning about politics!”

“Don’t you think I want to?” Jack snapped, “And even if we could, I—“ he stopped short at the sudden twist in his chest. “I don’t think there’s anything left to bring back,” he finished, quieter again.

“Bullshit.” Gabriel’s voice wavered, and Jack winced. That’s your fault, too, his conscious reminded him. “This is Ana Amari. She’s a survivor,” Gabriel insisted, but it was unsteady. “This is Ana.” The weight of her name was like a thousand dead bodies.

“You weren’t there,” Jack murmured, wrapping his arms around his midsection. “You didn’t hear her scream.” Gabriel took a sharp breath, and leaned heavily with his palms on the table. Jack had barely heard it himself over the thrum of the evac shuttle, but he would recognize her voice anywhere—and he couldn’t begin to think of her chuckles or triumphant shouts without that distant, agonized cry tearing him apart. “She’s gone. We’re not going back.”

“Then you’re leaving her to die?”

“We always knew this could happen.” And it was true; they all knew that from day one. Over twenty years ago, it was the unspoken thought behind every hesitation: what if this mission was it? What if this would be the last kiss, the last time their eyes met? Jack thought he could handle that day if it ever came. What a fucking fool, he thought to himself.

“But it happened on your watch.” It was venomous, and anguished, and Jack couldn’t tell which hurt worse.

“She disobeyed a direct order to fall back,” Jack said, and regretted it as soon as the words left him. His eyes widened in horror, and there was revulsion in every line on Gabriel’s face. “Shit, I—“

“That’s not an excuse!” Gabe cried, almost shrilly.

“I know it’s not!” Jack shouted, “I—“

“For God’s sake, Jack, listen to yourself!” Gabriel’s contempt—and grief—was palpable, like suffocation. A thread of war strung tight between them, threatening to snap when Gabe continued: “What happened to you?”

The thread slackened as Jack deflated. I don’t know, he thought, but it was an unworthy half-answer.

Gabriel stared, expectant—desperate, maybe. But Jack didn’t speak, and Gabriel looked away. For some reason, it struck a blow to him.

The desolate silence was their only companion now. Gabe’s eyes fell to the mission statement once more, but Jack couldn’t bear to look again. He knew every word by now, they were burned into him: Cpt. Amari, Ana, presumed dead. It buried him like the grave.

Gabriel blinked rapidly, his lip quivered... and his face crumpled, the force of his despair bringing him to his knees. Stricken, Jack could do nothing but watch as he fell apart.

“Ana.” Gabriel’s voice broke on her name, and Jack’s heart broke with it. Tears sprang forth and streamed down his face now, unbidden, but Jack clamped down the wail that threatened to break loose. He had no place crying out for her, he thought; hunched over, teeth clenched so hard they creaked. Jack could only stare down, unseeing, while Gabriel sobbed and sobbed. Through the blur of tears, he saw those words again, saw her photo, saw their lives together and the cracks deepened—and shattered. Jack heaved like there were hands around his throat, collapsing to the table, held up only by his elbows, but they quaked, quaked further when Gabriel slammed a palm to the surface and screamed in anguish. They bawled alone, separated by the mission statement between them, and by the sterile, professional, neutral photo on Ana’s profile. The weak mirror of her stared with blank eyes—with dead eyes.

“Oh god,” Gabe rattled suddenly, brutal realization seeping into his ruin: “Fareeha.”

Jack felt sick, and his blood ran cold. In all his years—in the decades since he fought his first battle, called his first shot—he had never felt more helpless than now.

“And Jesse,” Gabriel continued frantically, “Angela—“

“They’re not kids anymore, Gabe.” Distantly, he couldn’t believe that wrecked voice belonged to him. “They’ll be okay.” The words felt about as hollow as he did.

“They still lost a mother today.” It was murmured with a bitterness like poison, and it was true.

The air stilled, and emptied, leaving nothing between them but jagged edges. Numb, Jack just let the tears drip from his nose to the table, let his bones tremor in the wake of such destruction.

He could hear the soft, slow movement of Gabriel rising to stand. Jack swallowed, gathered the will to look up—and was run through by Gabriel’s red-rimmed glare. Agony, horror, and loneliness clawed at him. In times past, they would have wept together (they would have had no reason to weep; he wouldn’t have left Ana behind). Now... lovers were facing off like enemies. What happened to us?

“Overwatch was supposed to help people. Overwatch was supposed to protect people.” Gabriel was raw as an open wound. “What is it doing, if it couldn’t even protect her?”

Jack should have jumped to Overwatch’s defence—he always did. But exhaustion bore down on him, like he saw in Ana just hours ago, though it felt a lifetime away. “Are you okay?” he had whispered en route to the drop point. Ana didn’t look at him. “I’m tired, Jack,” was her only reply.

I’m tired, too, he thought as Gabriel turned away.

Jack turned as well, while the door slid shut.

[thedreadgay]

I MAY HAVE MISSED CHANUKAH BY A FEW DAYS BUT IT’S ALMOST CHRISTMAS and who is 2 say that it isn’t still chanukah at this time in the 20whatevers

ANYWAY have some reaperana76 being happy and celebrating the holidays together <3

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ana Amari/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Characters: Ana Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Threesome - F/M/M, Polyamory, Fluff and Smut, Female Ejaculation, also male ejaculation, mild PTSD, Domestic Series: Part 5 of Room for three Summary:

“Hi.” Jack raises a hand to wave to her reflection. A firework goes off, and he flinches minutely, then looks back at her with a rueful smile. “It helps when I can see them,” he says, leaning back into Gabriel who wraps him in his blanket covered arms.

Ana gets (oh so sweetly) wrecked.

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Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ana Amari/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Ana Amari/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari & Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes & Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes & Sombra, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison & Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Characters: Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Sombra (Overwatch), Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Additional Tags: fixit fic, a moderately happy ending, fareeha trying to convince her parental figures she is An Adult, medical nonsense, Post-Fall of Overwatch, a lot of yelling at each other and then hugging, past relationship, family means nobody gets left behind Series: Part 5 of Room for three Summary:

When Fareeha is taken by Talon, Gabriel is forced to pick a side.

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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ana Amari/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Ana Amari/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari & Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes & Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes & Sombra, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison & Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Characters: Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Sombra (Overwatch), Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Additional Tags: fixit fic, a moderately happy ending, fareeha trying to convince her parental figures she is An Adult, medical nonsense, Post-Fall of Overwatch, a lot of yelling at each other and then hugging Series: Part 5 of Room for three Summary:

When Fareeha is taken by Talon, Gabriel is forced to pick a side.

[thedreadgay]

REAPERANA76 IS NOW SPECIFICALLY ANA AND JACK BEING PLATONIC SOULMATES WHO SHARE A HUSBAND AND THE HUSBAND IS GABRIEL THANK U