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sheep-and-lykos · 1 year

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Well, Hello Stranger: Soldier 76 x Reader

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You still thought about it, about them, about what you all did together in the past during the fight against rouge omnics. You still thought about your old co-workers, and how some have been trying to contact you for years past the deconstruction of Overwatch. Reinhardt had tried to call you multiple times and horribly tried to play it off, Angela was trying to get you to come in for a visit; even Ana called and told you straight to come back. But you declined every time.

You weren’t ready to go back there. You weren’t dumb, you knew Overwatch rebuilt up somewhere off the coast of the Mediterranean - Greece or Cyprus or Italy, wherever. You saw the reports on media outlets everywhere about Talon infiltrating the museum only to be stopped by Lena and Winston.

You lost too many good friends when the base in Switzerland blew up; It was haunting to know that it was Reyes who is now one of the ringleaders in Talon, one of the halves you saw trying to steal from the museum by force. Amélie was turned as well, Moira had always been a snake. Thankfully Ana showed her face again after so many years, you could only imagine the fight between her and Fareeha.

You glanced at the wall of your bedroom, pictures and old memorabilia from your days in Overwatch still hanging up. Hell, even your old uniform was packed away in a small bin at the back of the closet, ready to be taken out and worn again. You took it out from time to time, still wanting to put it back on and be out on the field with your old crew. You glanced at the pictures on the wall once more; photos from when Overwatch was just starting up to when you all had a proper team. Photos of holiday parties and birthdays.

You were smiling at the good times and all of the happy memories until you landed on one of the smaller frames: It was of you and Jack at a Halloween party, both of you kept to the back of the large room and away from the massive crowd of agents partying. It was Torbjorn who took the photo from the low angle. Jack never looked so angry and embarrassed to be photographed.

Your heart sank in sadness, you had always meant to put the photo down, maybe replace it, but you never gained the courage to let the past go.

Jack is dead. Memories were all you had left of your time together with your lover. There were days you swore you saw him around in the small town you moved to, times you swore you heard him call for you while you were outside or in the store, and moments where you thought he was outside of your windows when it was night.

You sighed as your gut tied itself in knots in worry. You sat on your bed and turned off the small table lamp, casting your bedroom in darkness. You were too anxious to sleep now, you wanted to just curl up in your sheets and sob into your pillows.

Just as you buried your nose into your pillow, you heard a thud come from your living room.

You shot up like a bullet and grabbed at your end table, producing the small hand pistol you kept for emergencies only. It was already loaded with a full magazine but you knew you only needed one to scare off the intruder.

You carefully stepped from the safety of your bedroom out into the hallway. You saw the living room, one window had been thrown open, the latch busted and now on the floor, the long curtains flowing in the cool night breeze. You didn’t hear anything but you didn’t dare to make a noise.

Carefully, you put one foot in front of the other and stepped forward slowly until you got to the end of the hall. The living room emitted no sound, but you knew someone was here, just outside your field of view, lurking in the shadows of what you cannot see. Who dared to move first?

You don’t know how long you stood there, gun cocked and ready to fire, your finger ready on the trigger.

You heard the faintest noise, like cloth of a jacket shifting and you sprung out and aimed. A big hand snatched your wrist and yanked your hand up, squeezing it so hard that you had to drop the pistol. You hissed and pushed back against the intruder, swinging you knees up and pushing back by his abdomen. The man let out a pained grunt and stumbled back, keeping his hands up to protect himself. You balled your fists and swung out, your right hand slamming into the mask that he wore to protect his face, knocking it off. You lunged and tackled the man to the ground, managing to grab your gun off the floor and aimed it right at the man’s head.

Features were finally coming into focus from the rush of adrenaline fading as moonlight slowly crept more into the room.

Short, white hair, scars along his face, a busted lip and a bleeding nose-

And sterling blue eyes you remembered so fondly.

You lowered your gun to get a better look at the man’s pained face, the man wincing as he breathed quickly.

“Jack?” you whispered. He looked you over a bit before nodding, still breathing as if he had run a marathon. Anger started to boil inside of you. “Where have you been?” you shouted. Tears pricked your eyes as you glared down at him. “You’ve been gone for ten years and you don’t say shit to anyone? I thought you were dead!”

Jack winced harder as you shouted.

“I can explain, just please, help me,” he barked back.

“Help…?” You glanced over his figure, finding him battered and bruised from the neck down until you got to his left shoulder which had been cut open, it was still bleeding. “Can you stand?”

Jack sat on your toilet quietly as you patched him up. He had gashes and split (poorly sewn) stitches in a few other places and he was covered in dirt and blood. He had needed almost an entire first aid kit to fix his wounds. You dabbed on more peroxide in the gash on his shoulder, trying your best not to blush like a virgin as you had made Jack strip down to just his underwear to clean all his wounds. Here was the man you never stopped loving even after you thought he had died sitting before you looking defeated and broken.

You opened the last pack of gauze and taped it to his skin. You looked him over once more to confirm he had no more open wounds. You had to scrub him with a washcloth despite Jack insisting he could do it himself.

You looked over the nasty gash he got on his chest, blood was starting to dot on the gauze’s top layer. You would need to go to the pharmacy first thing in the morning.

Jack refused to look at you; Out of guilt or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell.

You sat down at the rim of the bathtub and looked at him.

“How did you find me?”

“Angela,” Jack finally spoke.

“So Overwatch knows you’re alive still?”

“No. Just her. She told me where to find you since you weren’t picking up, just like a lot of the others.” “Who else hasn’t?”

“Shimada picked up but didn’t give a clear answer, Fareeha is still pissed at her mother, Vivian is working with the Canadian government, and McCree-”

“Is getting into trouble?” you smirked.

Jack chuffed with laughter for a second.

“When I heard you were still around, I couldn’t believe it,” Jack started, “and when I heard you’re still visiting my grave after ten years, leaving flowers and cards… I felt so guilty for doing this to you.”

“Why did you hide for so long?”

“I was afraid of what may happen, who might get hurt. Especially now that Reyes is with Talon, if he knew I was alive he would’ve gone after you for sure.”

He finally looked up at you, his steely blue eyes locking with yours. There was so much pain and worry in his eyes.

You stood up from the tub and stood back in front of him, holding out your hand for him to take.

“Let’s get you into some clothes and we’ll call Angela. I think it’s time for us to get back to work.”

Jack smiled up at you, his classic and very charming side smile that always seems to make you melt even after ten years.

“Sounds like a plan, babe.”

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jsnsbsnsnsnsn · 1 year

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#r76 #reaper76 #soldier:76 #reaper

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airafleeza · 1 year

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I bet you didn’t know that I was dangerous...

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nitewrighter · 1 year

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for the niche ask game, i'd like to hear your thoughts on soldier 76 if you're willing! thank you :)

a song that reminds me of them: Fortunate Son

what they smell like: Coffee and regret. Back during his clean cut strike commander days, his go-to every day scent was a clean, fresh-air cologne with watery top notes of freesia and cucumber with a base of pale woods, cotton, and suede.

an otp: R76. Divorced Couple of All Time.

a notp: Genji76. It's like... how do you get there? Where is the chemistry? You can name half the cast that Genji has more chemistry with before you get to Jack.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: I love his ~cool partnership~ that's also very much a sad borderline codependence with Ana, and I really do want more interactions with Tracer. Like... he was definitely preparing her to be fast-tracked to command positions before everything went to shit.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: All the weird 'adopting' D.Va headcanons they had back when the game was first coming out. Like... D.Va still has her own dad, guys.... I'm glad D.Va's been fleshed out as her own character since then and basically edged that headcanon out.

the position they sleep in: Flat on his back, hands folded over stomach. But also does The Dad Thing where he easily falls asleep with his arms crossed in a comfy chair if you just turn a TV on.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: @parker-of-loxley just gifted me an AMAZING fic of Jack and my fankids fighting off Slasher:76 and I'm currently basking in the glow of that. But I also have a fic about him and my spiderbyte fankid Marti in the works.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: Slasher:76 is his hottest skin. I said what I said.

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maybebovinity · 10 months

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RE:INCARNATE [Reaper/Soldier:76] CHAPTER 2

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RE:LATIONSHIP

At first he didn’t understand what he saw, flesh torn apart revealing nothing but an open ribcage and a still heart. His organs didn’t shiver nor move from their place, although they should have – and he thought to himself that it was bad enough; the pain of having his flesh torn apart almost unbearable. His screams deafened him long ago, his vocal cords already broken to the point where he just screamed blood.

The pain should have stopped there, but he felt things inside of him. He didn’t want to look, but he did.

Maggots. Thousands of maggots squirming inside of him, slowly – so slowly - eating him until he was hollowed out and blood only bubbled down his chin and over the worms who greedily sucked the liquid up.

It should have stopped, but the maggots vomited everything back up until he once again tried to understand what he was seeing.

… … …

He didn’t wake up spluttering and heaving, as one would normally from a dream watching your own body being eaten again and again. No, instead his eyes simply opened and he took one deep breath and raised his hands in front of his face to ensure that right now he was not being tortured.

The click of a tongue next to him didn’t bother him that much either anymore, already used to the disapproving tittering of his friend. She shuffled closer to him, signalled by her clothes dragging across the floor from her side of the small room. She barely slept more than he did, and was it was usual for her to be there when he woke up like this.

She had tea in hand, ready for him to drink and fall back asleep, but he could see that this time she wanted to talk.

“Again?”

“Yes, I felt it more too.”

She simply nodded, casting a look at her sleeping child before turning back to him again.

“Are you well to work in the morning.”

“I have no other choice.”

“Yes you do-”

“It’s the only way to gain a lot of money you know this. The shopkeepers will see me as too old to learn by now, it’s alright Amira.”

She only huffed, but he could see the worry in her eyes. He knew his profession wasn’t the best one, but it has been a part of him since he was a small boy – having been sent by his father to keep his old friends company while receiving hefty coin in return. He was good at what he did… and he couldn’t have Amira work too with her new born; husband killed for a crime he never committed. She was alone and he promised to provide for her no matter what.

He could see Amira wanted to say more, but the baby cried and the woman shuffled away again to quiet her. He drank his tea slowly, and sighed as he tried to rest again. Hopefully the dream won’t come back.

… … …

It was never a glorious thing to have a man cum over you for the sake of a coin, but the deed was done and his heavy pocket made his heart feel just a little lighter. Amira and the babe would eat tonight, and maybe well. She never asked if he got something for himself, but she assumed he did before he returned home.

Of course he couldn’t tell her he only ate what he could beg for, wanting to spoil his kind friend more than himself. It wasn’t that hard of a task to do, his body was not well and he knew the bones were sickly looking – yet the men who took him did not complain, because all they simply had to do was close their eyes and indulge in a pleasure their wives would frown upon.

It was when he was in the marketplace, having paid for fresh bread, when he heard the news of newcomers into the city. It was not the people nor the guards who announced this, but the neighing of impatient horses with pale men on their backs.

He heard about them, many times, but never thought they would come here.

Crusaders.

He should have cared that men with such hollow plans to take back what they believed theirs now resided in his city, but he couldn’t because he knew he would not get involved. Don’t look in their eyes, and don’t cross their paths. Apologise and grovel, drop to your hands and knees if you have to.

Don’t let them get near you.

He spared a last glance at the beasts and their men before scurrying back to the place he called home.

… … …

It was just another normal day, everyone out and about while he lurked in the alleys where most of his clients knew where to find him. He didn’t join the women like him in their houses, scared to endanger them if the guards ever found him – but he was still welcome to visit them if his day was slow. Such as today.

Nobody came since the sun was up, and he saw that no one was about to come for a very long time, so instead he headed to the women for some company before maybe begging for some coin to feed Amira.

It was while he was walking when he felt hands yank him back behind a building, foreign words in his ears as rough hands pulled at his clothes. He understood the tone of their voices, it wasn’t lust nor possession, but mockery, and the cry torn from his lips was enough for him to understand that the men who grabbed him thought of him as a vile creature.

He couldn’t understand how they would be aware of such things, but it has been some time since the Crusaders came and it was possible they noticed him and his activities. He knew he could have fought back, but it wouldn’t benefit him in any way – he was weak, only strong enough to handle a grip on his hips without feeling the bruises the next day.

He was shoved into the ground and the fists pounded harshly into his skin, a sword was produced as well and retracing old scars on his back he wished he could forget about. It always happened for some reason, men attracted by the patches of rough skin on his shoulder blades – always wanting to see them bleed again and heal uglier than they were before.

He didn’t know how much time passed since the men grabbed him, but his muffled cries carried on even after they left him. He hurt, and he didn’t want to go home. Amira would yell at him, begging him to stop but he couldn’t… what else was there for him than to give his body for coin?

She once spoke of him starting a family, but how could he force a woman he didn’t love to bear his children? He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t pick himself up from when he fell as a boy. He was satisfied to die poor and used, only because he knew no better.

The sun was about to set, and he had to go home he knew he did – but something held him back.

It was when a hand gently touched at his aching back did he once again cry out in fear and pain. Twisting his body to face his attacker, he was met with another Crusader armed and ready for war. It was this which had the aching man cry again and pled in a tongue he knew the foreigner would not understand but did so for the sake of his life.

Pale grey eyes stared back at him in confusion, mouth opening to question the sobbing man but he was too late; in his hesitation to question him, did he force himself back onto shaking legs and run away as far as he could.

… … …

“You met one of them?”

“He was… strange…”

“They are dangerous you know, I have never seen your back this bad before.”

“I know Amira, but… it was like he forgot about his sword.”

The woman was quiet, but the sadness in her eyes was enough.

“If he finds you again?”

“Maybe I will speak to him, if he understands.”

… … …

It was on the fourth day when he returned back to the streets, a new purpose leading his feet to the alleyway he wished he died in. It was strange for him to willingly seek out a man, but he was curious. The Crusader did not look like he wanted to cause harm, and he might be a fool to think such a ‘Holy Man’ would see him as anything other than the vile creature he is… but he could hope.

Of course he didn’t tell himself he really wanted to meet the man again, panic still set deep inside of him at the thought that the Crusader could kill him without anyone noticing his death until Amira comes looking for him… no, instead he told himself that he would do business as usual but just be aware of any passing Crusaders.

And he thought that perhaps someone out there has cursed him, because just when he found a client did he also find the Crusader. His client was angry when he was shoved away in an attempt to clear a path. The Crusader at first was blind to everything, but spotted the frantic man as he tried to get as far away as possible.

The Crusader was a highly trained man, and such came the end of the chase as he did not trip over a loose stone and almost bashed their head against an opposing wall. But his figure loomed and blocked the sun, casting dreadful shadows which had the running man feel fear once again.

“Leave me please!”

Jibril felt no shame as he pleaded, he was beyond such feelings. He cast his arms over his eyes and waited for forceful hands to start touching him. A hand enclosed around his wrist and he bit his lip hoping some sort of wrath of any God will save him – but he didn’t need it.

The solder replied in his foreign tongue, and although Jibril did not understand it, the concern in the soldier’s eyes surprised him. He yanked his arm away and struggled to his feet, where he tried to run away again.

The soldier called after him, but Jibril counted his blessings and ran home.

… … …

Amira said nothing as she stroked the old scars on Jibril’s back. Her babe was sleeping soundly, as was the whole city, yet the friends could find no comfort in sleep now.

“I ran into the Crusader again…”

“And what happened?”

“Nothing.”

She said nothing and continued to the dress the wounds she was previously tasked with, her eyes willing to find any distractions.

“I think you should humour him, make another friend.”

“You’re enough.”

“I won’t always be here Jibril.”

He sighed and looked back at her, at her beautiful face wrapped up carefully in order to hide her identity. A woman shunned from the city, yet sought at refuge in the house of a man whore.

“When you die, I’ll kill myself.”

She said nothing, but a knowing glint in her eye had his body trembling.

… … …

He didn’t plan on meeting the Crusader again, or at least not again in this situation. Jibril was bleeding and bruised, and he had to lean against a wall to withstand the ache in his back. He carefully thumbed the coin in his hand and watched in the shadows for what he was to buy.

He was simply on his way to get more food for Amira, but an old client quickly took advantage of him. Jibril wanted to cry and complain, but money was money.

He saw a stand with some fruit and was about to step out of the shadows when the Crusader with the pale grey eyes saw him. Sacred, Jibril tried to back away into the shadows but he was too late. Once again the man tripped as the foreigner loomed over him.

Jibril spat and cursed at the man, trying to ignore the fresh trickle of blood running down his crack. The Crusader only knelt down and said something, but Jibril didn’t understand. He tried backing away again, but the pain was deep and he bit his lip as he tried not to cringe away from it. The Crusader grabbed his hand, and inside he placed a few golden coins.

Jibril’s heart stopped. He was asked to do many things in the past, but this… this could be the death of him. He frantically looked up to the Crusader, expecting to see the lust but he only found a caring smile.

Jibril opened his mouth to ask the foreign question of ‘why?’, but the Crusader appeared embarrassed at first before opening his mouth, pointing a finger at it and then using the same finger to point at the stall behind him. Eat the gesture implied.

Jibril closed his eyes for a second too long in surprise, long enough for the man to have vanished yet not long enough for him to realise the man had that he had forgone his uniform, and stalked the marketplace in a hood.

A strange Holy Man indeed.

… … …

It happened again, Jibril was resting by a fountain when two golden coins was pressed into his palm. He was sore and thirsty, and wanted to sleep, but men kept finding him no matter where he went. The cold press of coin against his palm had him jump as he realised he had to suck another cock, but upon opening his eyes he only found the Crusader staring at him.

Jibril was ready to get down on his knees for the man, but he only stepped away and disappeared again.

… … …

It didn’t stop happening, every day when Jibril was battered and bruised the Crusader would magically appear and give him two golden coins. It was on the fifth day when he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed the Crusader and spat in his face.

“Take your fucking money back you goatfucker!”

The Crusader said nothing, only stared down at him in confusion before smiling.

He pressed another gold coin in Jibril’s hand, grabbed his chin and kissed him with a passion the whore never knew.

… … …

“Another gold coin?”

“Yes…”

“Jibril?”

“Mmmm…”

Amira only smiled at her friend, unsure of what to think as he sat the whole night rubbing his lips and smiling.

… … …

The next day Jibril went to his usual place to find the bodies of five men brutally gutted and scattered around. They were naked and had crude phalluses carved into their backsides. At first Jibril had no idea what to think, but when he found two golden coins hidden expertly in a groove in the wall, did he think of those pale grey eyes glistening in delight.

… … …

Jibril wanted to confront the man, but he had no ways of doing it. He didn’t know where he was, and they didn’t speak the same tongue.

As luck would have it, he did manage to find the man again – but he wasn’t alone. With him stood a tall and mighty man, he was almost a giant compared to everyone in the city. When the giant spoke his voice vibrated in Jibril’s chest, although he wasn’t enough close enough to hear what his Crusader was saying.

His Crusader.

Jibril was about to turn around, but pale grey eyes locked him into place. The man had no idea what to do as the Crusader walked towards him. The man’s face was soft, and upon closer inspection did Jibril notice the small wrinkles around his eyes, and the soft silver in his hair. The man must be older than he appears, yet it wasn’t the oldest man Jibril had been in the company of.

Jibril was ready to turn heel and run, but the Crusader held out a hand. The movement confused him and had him still long enough for the man to take his hand in his own and softly squeeze it. The gesture was not an unfamiliar one, having seen it done before, but he never expected to do it himself.

The Crusader smiled gently and spoke again, a single word. At first Jibril had no idea what it meant, and the man realised this as he prodded his chest and repeated the word again, “John.”

John. It was his name. Understanding Jibril repeated the action and his own name. The man seemed pleased and lifted Jibril’s hand to his lips before gently placing them against his knuckles. Blood rushed to his face and his chest ached with unfamiliar feelings.

The Crusader, John, let go of his hand before returning to the man he spoke before.

… … …

“He wants something from me, I know it. He gives me money, he kisses me, but he won’t fuck me.”

“That sounds like a decent husband, if only my man had money to offer.”

Jibril was in no mood for his friend’s antics, and threw a wooden spoon at her.

“This isn’t right! I can’t take his money like this! It’s wrong!”

“Then they don’t you seduce him? Or court him?”

Jibril lost his energy, and sighed into the pillow he bought for Amira with the first gold coin he got. She deserved some luxury.

“No… I can’t do that, I can’t make people love me…”

“Jibril-”

“I was born unloved, I was always unloved. Every time I loved someone they left me or betrayed me, I can’t do that. Not again Amira.”

And Jibril almost flinched at the ancient pity in Amira’s eyes, so strong he wondered sometimes if she was human like him.

… … …

Over the next few weeks Jibril and John would have various encounters. It was always in the dark alleyways, yet it had Jibril being in less pain as the days went by and the bodies piled up. He wanted to pity the women who lost their husbands, but he could feel no such thing as he knew somehow they were better without those vile creatures in their homes.

During these encounters Jibril would find himself cornered against a wall as John would softly kiss his fingers, and sometimes when Jibril was sure he was going to die, his lips. It confused him and made him feel things he only felt when alone under the moonlight. Hands never went to grab and grope at him, instead they stayed away until the end when a golden coin was passed on.

It was during their latest encounter when Jibril felt too guilty about the coin. They were again in the shadows and John was so close, yet Jibril made sure to use all the strength he had to block the man from coming further. He took a coin from his pocket, pointed at it before grabbing John’s crotch.

The Crusader yelped and blushed, and took a step back in shock. His hand protectively covered him as he stared accusingly at the golden coin. Jibril wasn’t sure if he did something wrong, so he tried again.

This time he tucked the coin away and settled on his knees. He beckoned John closer, who did so cautiously, before pointing at his crotch and opening his mouth. John did not appear pleased at the notion, and instead joined Jibril on the floor.

The closed the man’s mouth and gave a sad smile. He said something in his tongue, shook his head, repeated the words and then frowned. Jibril was on the verge of tears, he did not want the man’s money for nothing. He knows how to please a man in all the right ways, and yet here was taking it without giving anything in return. He was disgusting.

John leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then the other, his forehead, and lastly the corner of his mouth. He reached for his pocket, pulled out a coin and placed it on the floor between them. It confused Jibril, but he kept his gaze on the man for any sign of wanting to fuck.

It never came.

John only lifted a finger to his lips, tapped twice before tapping the coin. Vaguely understanding, Jibril briefly kissed the man. After pulling away, John contemplated something before shaking his eyes. He had a twinkle in his eye as he tapped his lips again. Jibril leaned forward to give another kiss, but when he wanted to pull away a hand at the nape of his neck held him in place.

At first he wanted to panic, but the hand was gentle and moved to his shoulder all the while still kissing. Jibril wanted to end it, but he could not. Silently they held still what felt like years, before John sighed and pulled away. He smiled, kissed Jibril’s hand and gave him the coin.

At least he could give something.

… … …

These innocent and confusing touches were all Jibril had to do for coin, and it truly only was that. Somehow the Crusader had scared everyone away until it was only them in the shadows softly kissing. It was enough, yet Jibril knew he could offer so much more.

When he was brave he took a hold of the other man’s cock, who would gently push him away and kiss his hands. It confused him, but he never stopped his attempts. John never got angry because of this, but it must have been one too many times because when Jibril tried again he was pushed away a bit too harshly.

Fearing the worst he began to lift his arms, but John reached for his cock and not for him. At first Jibril was sad to finally have to bend over for coin again, yet at the same time he felt a small victory in his chest at finally having to earn the coin.

He watched as the man opened his pants and pulled out a flaccid cock. Silence followed as Jibril patiently waited for the man to get an erection, but as both stared at it nothing happened. He followed his instincts and reached for it, slowly stroking it to life – yet nothing happened.

Confusion clouded his mind. Without a thought he dropped to his knees and placed the man inside of his mouth in ways which would have the wealthiest of men throw riches at him, and indeed it had John twitch and tremble but the cock in his mouth remained soft.

Jibril separated himself and felt humiliated, insulted. Blood pumped to his face in anger and he was ready to yell at the man, but John simply tucked himself away and tapped at his lips. It was a strange thing to do, but Jibril finally understood.

He softly kissed the man and apologised, but John only pulled him close and hugged him. It was in the warm embrace of the Crusader when the whore came to a sudden and frightening realisation.

… … …

“Amira-”

“I think you should tell him, the man clearly likes you and would be pleased to hear you do too.”

“What if he rejects me?”

“Then cut off his balls.”

The woman was blunt, and it shocked Jibril until he found himself laughing at the sight of a confused John as he tried to understand why he was lacking such precious organs. But the fear still lingered, so he held onto his dirty little secret while John would kiss and hold him with more satisfaction than any man who has ever fucked him.

Sometimes when John was hidden in his hood he would accompany Jibril around the marketplace. He would buy fresh fruit and they would sit in the sun and eat together as they enjoyed each other’s silent company.

It was on one such event when John suddenly stopped eating and gave a grim look to Jibril. His eyes were dark and glistening. Jibril wanted to ask what was wrong, but he would be unable to understand. Instead he took a hold of the other man’s face and gently kissed him in reassurance.

When the kiss ended did John give him a piece of paper. It was folded in two, and when opened revealed words in his tongue – yet it was useless to Jibril. He pointed to the page and shook his head, trying to convey his lack of understanding.

The silent words reached John and he only looked grimmer. Tears began to silently trail down his cheeks, and Jibril was hopeless. He tucked away the note and pulled John into his arms. There the man gave silent and violent sobs until the sun began to set.

He pulled away and gave Jibril a kiss. It was soft yet passionate, tasting of salt and a farewell.

Why did it taste like a farewell?

… … …

“He gave me a letter.”

Amira looked surprised and took the letter in question to inspect it. Neither of them could properly read, but she knew more than he did. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she tried to decipher the words, but she gave up with a sigh and a shake of her head.

“I will take this to scholars tomorrow, perhaps a kind soul will be able to translate this for us.”

He didn’t know if he wanted that to happen.

… … …

John did not appear the next day, nor the day thereafter. Two more days passed without John or a single Crusader in sight. He began to worry, his heart still holding his precious secret he had to tell John.

It was that night when Jibril arrived home to find Amira bearing the ill news:

“He is not coming back my friend. He is off to fight in the war.”

… … …

It’s been months or years, he couldn’t tell. He resumed his old job when John’s coin ran out; Amira’s daughter the only indication of time these days. The little girl was already running around with glee and Jibril knew he needed a lot more coin if she was ever going to be growing up properly.

So he went about his day as usual, but his heart still ached after the one man he truly loved. He could still feel his lips and hear his soft sighs… but the thought of John actually dead, it hurt.

The Crusaders passed by again, but very few, and when no one came to visit him in the middle of the night he knew the truth. He was alone once again.

And the truth struck again when he returned home to find the wailing of a child and the screams of a woman. Jibril did not hesitate to find the source, near the end of the small house was a stranger with a sword.

Amira was slowly dying, her gut slit open and the sword already pointing to her throat, so the man threw himself at the stranger trying to save what little family he had left. Jibril was not trained in any way and was still a weak man, so it was only after a few seconds of struggling that the word reached up and slit his own throat in return.

The broken man died unable to protect the ones he truly loved. He thought he saw the Crusade’s mark on the stranger, and tried to understand what they did to offend the attacker. His last sight was that of the stranger’s hood falling off, revealing long blonde hair held up.

He thought he saw breasts and a blue eyes, perhaps tears.

But the thoughts didn’t last very long, as Jibril was soon released into death.

#fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #overwatch #reaper #soldier76 #soldier 76 #soldier:76 #gabriel reyes #jack morrison #reaper76 #reaper x soldier #reaper x solder76 #reaper/soldier #reaper/soldier76 #re:#re:incarnation #reincarnation au #soulmate au

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w4nderingstarfanfics · 1 year

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The Last Cookie Update

The Final Chapter

Chapter 5: The Last Cookie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36350410/chapters/110298187

The Hallmark Christmas Movie fic finally comes to an end. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year!

#reaper76 #r76 #gabriel reyes #Jack Morrison #Reaper #Soldier:76 #w4nderingstar #w4nderingstarfanfics

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puppys-shitty-au-ideas · 1 year

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Overwatch but Soldier:76 is like 89 years old in a wheelchair with dementia.

#shitty au idea #overwatch #soldier:76 #overwatch soldier 76 #Peepaw:76

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koifish67 · 6 months

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kissing headcanons with the Overwatch boys

Tw:none

Junkrat

Sloppy af, mf doesn’t know how to kiss

Leaves the bottom half of your face wet and he looks so overly proud

When you finally teach him he’s just quick and desperate, still leaves your lips a bit of a mess

Cole Cassidy

Long, loving kisses, very sensual and gentle

Touches your jaw and pulls you in, keeps his hands on you when he does

Doesn’t do little pecs it’s either long kisses or no kisses

Roadhog

Doesn’t usually kiss you, he LOVES you don’t get me wrong but he isn’t a touchy person

Usually quick and simple, a little pec on your forehead

When you do get more sensual its still quick, just on your lips.

Ramattra

Googled how to kiss people only to find out you had to have lips to actually do that.

He doesn’t really kiss but instead puts his face plate against your forehead.

You notice his fan starts to turn on so he doesn’t overheat

Reinhardt

Quick pecs all over your face, usually grabbing your cheeks and squishing them while he does.

He’s very straight forward and kisses you when he feels like later in the relationship

When he kisses you on the lips it’s quick and he still squishes your cheeks

Genji

Gets all giddy and excited, holds your hips and kisses you sweetly and gentle.

Makes you give him a kiss before every mission for good luck.

Also googled how to kiss you and zenyatta caught him, giggled at him for a bit

Zenyatta

Similar to his brother, he pressed his face Oleg against your forehead, or he’ll press his face plate to your jaw, very soft *clinks*

His orbs kinda shake a bit, kinda like his version of blushing

Sometimes pulls you on his lap when your alone and kissing, make sure to warm himself so he isn’t cold

Hanzo

Awkward a first, but over time he takes his time and savories it, taking everything in.

Puts his hands in yours or touches your face with his fingers

Dipped you once to kiss you out of surprised but he dropped you by accident and never forgave himself for it, never does it again

Lúcio

Gets amped up and all excited, kind of sloppy but there loving at the same time. Squishes your cheeks to

Always says he just wants one pec but it turns into a makeout, forgot what he was going to do beforehand

Lifts you up half the time and kisses you as a surprise

Reaper (Gabriel)

Old man knows how to smooch ngl, deep and sensual kisses, pulls you in by your chin and puts his hand on your waist

HES 58???!??

Doesn’t kiss you if there’s anyone around, he wants to put his “cool mysterious guy” look on

Gets kinda grumpy when he can’t kiss you for long

Soilder 76 (Jack)

Much like reaper, it’s deep and sensual, his lips usually wonder. His kisses are usually LONG

He’s 6’1 so he usually leans down, but if you taller he’ll make you sit down so he can kiss you.

Little pecs at most in public, likes to be professional

Sigma

Another old man

His kisses are gentle, romantic, loving, pure sappy tooth rotting fluff. Pulls your chin towards him.

Floats while he kisses you, so he leans down.

Randomly kisses you when he’s deep in thought and it takes you by surprise

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5nightsatteddys · 8 months

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New soldier skin 😫😫😫😫😫

#soldier 76 #overwatch 2 #ow2 #jack morrison #reaper76 #gabriel reyes

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garfield0-o · 9 months

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Headshots and an updated reaper face headcanon o-0

Some random doodle things

And some ar trades I did for @//shaobues on insta and @//moirasbimbo on TikTok :33

#overwatch #reaper #reaper76 #soldier 76 #gabriel reyes #jack morrison #reinhardt #reinhardt wilhelm #ana amari #anahardt #sojourn #moira o'deorain #art trade

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sheep-and-lykos · 1 year

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What Makes A Soldier: Werewolf!Jack Morrison x Reader

Reader and Jack aren’t quite together

Contains: Werewolf transformation

Overwatch.

The big brawn against the vicious bad in the world. The soldiers that would go anywhere in the world to bring peace, even if it meant force. Men and women putting themselves in front of the wars for the citizens.

Such a big and powerful force has it’s secrets, and Overwatch was full of them. From a secretive task force that employed a gang member, a yakuza member and a mad scientist to sweeping mistakes on their part under the rugs of the billionaires that fund their operations. The walls were full of awful secrets that would destroy the agents’ lives should they get out.

And now that you were apart of Overwatch, you could find yourself in hot water should something happen despite not having dirt on yourself. This was a ship that sunk with all of the sailors in it.

What you weren’t expecting was to be assigned to one of said very important and very dangerous secret on your first day in the medical wing. You were one of Morrison’s right hands, working very close to the Strike Commander during the Omnic Crisis. But now here you were, paired with Doctor Zeigler as she slapped a massive file in your hands on your first day labeled in big letters ‘Solider Enhancement Program: #76.’

The enhancement program was controversial itself. It pushed the limits of what people could call humane, hell, they tip-toed on the edge of violating laws across most nations. Sire, it produced soldiers any government could only crave about; Faster than a normal human, stronger than a normal human. But how they get to those results? You couldn't help but shiver as you opened the folder.

To your surprise, it was a file for a special containment in the cells beneath the base you stood in. It wasn’t for an enemy either, it was for one of your own.

As you flipped past a few pages, you were met with the medical file of the soldier with their photo. Your jaw dropped, eyes widened as you were met with the pages of Jack Morrison, your very close friend and fellow soldier. You couldn’t help but admit that you felt something for the man, something all fluffy and warm inside when you were around him, but this was a shock.

You were assigned to make sure he was contained for a condition brought on by his involvement of being in the program. From what you were able to understand, every number of soldier had a different experiment. One experiment had an immunity to radiation but had went blind, another was made terminally ill but could regenerate their dying cells in an odd way.

But Jack’s condition was something else.

They had made him into something awful.

It was almost as if she knew as Doctor Zeigler stood before you, practically waiting for the horrified questions you were about to ask.

In the folder laid documents for human experimentation, turning the once average United States army soldier into a monster. You picked up the one singular photo of when the experiment first paid off: A monster was in the photo. A big, hulking, hairy monster hunched over something you couldn't make out. It looked to be like a werewolf from the snout and the odd legs. Hell, he even had shreds of his remaining clothing. Army-issued came shirt barely clinging on around his neck and chest, his issued pants tore apart and barely hanging on by the belt, combat boots destroyed on the floor.

"Are you serious? My first real assignment after being shoved here is making sure a god damn werewolf is kept silent here? And it's the Morrison!" you grit your teeth. “How the hell has he gotten by without this being made to the public? Why didn’t I know? I’ve been working with him for years!”

Angela tried to calm you down, stating that it was to keep the image alive for Overwatch. Only a few people knew and if the news ever broke, investors would pull out quickly and Overwatch could be seen like Talon. It wasn’t just Morrison either, apparently Reyes was one of the experiments as well and that’s why Moira is always in his business.

You both didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for tonight, but the good doctor was quick to take you to the cells to show you around.

The observation room you stood in was near frigid. The walls were a dark steel and the floors an even darker stone. The overhead lights weren’t on but the room was illuminated by the control panel before you and the small television screens to your right. Before you was a wall of glass thicker than the rest of the specialized containment cells in this corridor. Past that glass was a room, it was expansive, wide enough to fit dozens of soldiers standing shoulder to shoulder. The walls and floors matched the room you stood in with the small ring of Overwatch agents allowed to know; Captain Amari, Lieutenant Windhelm, Commander Reyes and Doctor Ziegler with a few of her medical nurses just in case. There were deep marks in the stone floor, small ravines scratched right in along with many cracks and impact marks. Hell, the glass was even cracked in a few places here and there.

In the room before you sat Jack. He looked miserable. He kept his back turned to you as he sat nearly hunched over on a small metal stool. You could see the goosebumps scattered across his skin, you could also see the sheen of sweat that was now tinting his shirt darker along the spine. He wore a cheap t-shirt and gray sweatpants, he wore no socks or shoes.

You don’t know how long you all had waited here in silence, just watching the glass, staring at him as if he were a zoo animal. Reyes had told you it could happen at random sometime during the night. Once they waited three hours for him to turn, another time they barely got him inside of the room as he had started turning on the way down here.

You could have pinpointed the exact moment it had started. It was like a faint ripple had washed over him as he suddenly choked on his own breath and keened over and off of the stool.

The noises that were coming out of him made you wince, seeing him claw at his throat for air and pull at his clothes for them to come off. The sudden snapping of something inside of him cut clean through the air as Jack shouted in pain.

It all happened fast: His nails had grown long and sharp from his lengthening fingers, shoulders snapping out of place to reform broader, spine crunching up as his muscles tore and reformed themselves. His shirt had ripped at the arms, the sleeves splitting as the rips went down the sides, revealing stretching skin that looked like it could split at any moment. It made you nauseous to see this happening, to see something in real life when it should only be in a horror movie.

The way he moved and jerked around, the way you could see what was happening to him through his skin, the noises he was making, it had your stomach in knots and your throat tense as you tried not to vomit in the observation room.

Jack started to claw at his face and yank at his hair, his shouts becoming deeper and less human. You could see his teeth were sharp, they were too big for his mouth as blood had split from his gums. His face just seemed to melt, pushing out his mouth and nose into a sort of muzzle that finally allowed his teeth to fit.

His feet had started to crackle, toes curling as claws pushed from the nails. He yowled as the balls of his feet snapped loudly, his feet lengthening as they grew long, his heel hiking up and adding more length to his leg. His pants had grown tight, tears and rips splitting into the very cheap materials, exposing more stretched skin.

His skin was starting to look gray as you finally noticed the hairs that had been growing across his body. The blond was so light you couldn’t make it out until there was an abundance all over him. It was growing in thick, various shades of blond all over his gray skin and lanky body.

With a shake of his body, the fur had scattered across him, covering him head to toe with hairs to cover his shame. His ears had crawled to the top of his head like a dog’s, hell, his head was that of a wolf’s.

He was hunched over the floor still, but even as he tried to curl up tightly to try to hide the pain, you could tell he was easily as tall as Reinhardt who was behind you, standing like a strong wall to stop Jack should he get out. His limbs were lanky and oddly muscular, his hands were the size of baseball mitts, and his teeth looked razer sharp.

You watched as he stood to his feet, shaking off the scraps of clothes clinging to his patchy blond fur, what remains barely clung to his shaking body. Clawed fingers flexed, his maw parted as he gasped and panted, and those ears on top of his head swiveled around to try to find anyone near him.

His head snapped in the direction of the expansive glass that protected you all from him. You could practically feel the snarl he emitted as he turned, those haunting blue eyes piercing right through you as the beast gave you all its full attention.

#Jack Morrison #jack morrison x reader #Soldier:76 #soldier 76 x reader #soldier:76 x reader #werewolf!jack morrison #werewolf!soldier 76 #werewolf!soldier:76 #Overwatch #overwatch imagines

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