A coffee-related Reaper76 fanfiction collection

Some set in canon, some AU

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Not so bitter

It's not that Gabriel Reyes only took his coffee as black as his soul, but it was the only way he was patient enough to make it.

Drabble – Canon setting – Slightly AU

It's not that Gabriel Reyes only took his coffee as black as his soul, but it was the only way he was patient enough to make it.

And besides, once you got a taste of Jack's way of making a moca, you couldn't go back. Gabriel certainly couldn't, no matter how hard he tried to replicate the flavor, so he just drank it as bitter as he felt without him.

Even after their downfall, he could almost remember the taste. Almost.

Lately, things had been getting somewhat better. Sombra helped him get a better control of his nanites, which helped things he tried to eat taste like that wasn't ash. He had to bribe Olivia Colomar with her own name to keep her mouth shut, as no one needed to know the expressions or sounds he certainly didn't have while eating his first pizza in years.

Pineapple was still a no-go, just saying.

Amélie managed to drag him to a frech café days later, but it wasn't the same. He was thankful for being able to share some quality time with her anyways, and to listen to her current whereabouts after Sombra and he ruined Talon from the inside and pretty much kidnaped Widowmaker in the process.

She was still staying with Ziegler, to Gabriel's chagrin, knowing he would have to face the doctor sooner or later.

Then, McCree and three bottles of whisky happened.

Or were there three dozens of bottles?

He couldn't quite remember. He knew there was a picture of himself wearing McCree's serape and nothing else, but Ana promised she'd only taken it to show him later. So of course Sombra got her hands on it.

He certainly didn't miss getting drunk, but he had to admire Jesse's dedication to get a super soldier completely shit faced.

"You know", Jack said, days two weeks after that and six days after they started sharing a place. Because of course they would do that. "Your girl showed me something interesting yesterday".

"Which one of my girls?", Gabriel asked. It could have been Olivia, Amélie or even Fareeha. Amélie was, surprisingly enough, the most likely to speak to Jack for some reason. Maybe. He would know, someday, or maybe he wouldn't.

"Sombra, she's-"

"If it's that picture of me wearing only you know what, I'm going to scream".

"It's not a bad picture, Gabe, you could consider adding more red to your wardrobe".

"Do I need to remind you of your Halloween costume from two years ago? Yes, I saw those photos and I can't believe how could you survive without me making them for you".

"The same way you lived without me making your coffee for you, you lazy ass".

"Jack, I-"

"If you say 'I died', I'm going to scream. Now, get your ass up from the bed".

"Thought you loved it being here".

"Oh you can be sure of that, but the coffee's getting cold".

Even years later, Jack's coffee was as sweet and warm as he loved it. Almost as much as he loved the man that made it just for him. Almost.