#junkrat is in it to get shocked for fun

[brownfrogs]

Had the idea of D.VA hosting unhinged subathon gameshows with members of the ovw cast. Wrong answers means you get electrocuted by her limited edition electric collars! Lineart done by the talented Odyssko!! Colors by me!!!

[fredcasden]

Good morning everyone,

First, update on my mom, the doctors did another biopsy on her, this time on her tongue to see if the cancer spread that far.  There is some consideration of her coming home, but that has not been determined yet. For sure we know she is going to have to go through chemotherapy. We are raising money for my mom in fight against cancer, if you would be kind enough to donate, you can do so at https://gofund.me/6adf8354

As for last night's stream of Overwatch 2 was pretty epic, as we picked up seven plays of the game, 3 as Junkrat, 1 as Orissa and 3 as Junker Queen. It was insane considering that through out the month of December it was pretty rough for me to get POTGs and the first stream of the year sees me get seven. Big thanks to PandaSweet for being apart of the fun, and she even got two POTGs as well! There were a couple of matches that look like they were going to be a clear loss that somehow we turned into victories.

By the way, I put all the POTGs here on Tumblr last night as well

For last night's raid we dropped in on PowerThumbz as they were playing Prey over at twitch.tv/powerthumbz!

Stream Clip Links

Like rancid pea soup.

Well... that happened

All Hail The Queen!

Finished the Mass Effect short story commission request, tried to put a lot of lore and emotional depth into it, which exposed my weaknesses as a fic writer in a major way. Did get the go ahead to write the next installment in this series of commission requests

I'm kind of shocked that I may actually win the championship in one of the Fantasy Football leagues I joined at the start of the season!  

Today's Fitness Boxing 2 daily workout featured Block Combo, Difficulty Challenge Combo #2 and Straight Combo #2 for 31 minutes.

Why did the golfer wear two pairs of pants? Because he always gets a hole in one!

Song of the Day: Disco Inferno by The Trammps

For tonigh's stream we shall be resuming Pokemon Violet with my next destination being the Ice Gym in Glaseado, which would be the final gym. From there it's the final two Team Star bases and then the final Titan, going to have to do quite a bit of leveling up as possible, because I don't want my attempt to get through the Elite Four and the League Champion to be the nonsense that I experienced in Pokemon Shining Pearl!

So on that note, we'll see you later over on twitch.tv/fredcasden!

[brainrot-buffet]

i love your modern arcane with the vander kids !! can i request modern arcane and how the others would react if powder got her first boyfriend (…maybe ekko) or just if she got into a relationship !! thank you and i love your work 💗💗

Oh my god THIS IDEA IS GENIUS JFOJFIOWJFIOWFJ I had so much fun writing these holy shit. This post's gonna be longer than most of my previous headcanons cuz I had so many ideas for this one. Thanks so much for enjoying my work!

Characters: Powder, Mylo, Vi, Claggor, Caitlyn, Ekko

Notes: Fluff, Crack

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Powder gets her First Boyfriend (Modern!AU)

Powder doesn't start dating until she's around her junior or senior year of high school

It's just something that hasn't crossed her mind even though she's a sucker for romance anime

So imagine college boy Mylo visiting Vander's apartment one day, fresh out of the shower with a toothbrush in his mouth as he passes by Powder's room, freezing up when he overhears his sister being all giggly and gushing on the phone with someone

Powder: Yeah dude... HAHAHA awwww you know you love me babe... Yeah date night on Friday sounds good to me... You fucking rascal shut up!!

Mylo's just standing there in absolute shock, eyes wide, toothpaste-slathered jaw dropped as his toothbrush falls to the floor

The sound of his toothbrush alerts Powder as she quickly hangs up, Mylo stuttering while gesturing to her and her phone

Powder: You better not tell everyone.

Mylo: SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET A BOYFRIEND?!?!?!

Powder: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

Mylo: WHO IS HE?!

Powder: *covering her ears* BLAH BLAH BLAH GET OUT OF MY ROOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

Mylo: I'M NOT EVEN IN YOUR ROOM!!!

With the door shut at his face, Mylo cleans up, rushes outside the apartment and gets in the family car, whipping out his phone to text in the Vander Crew Discord server (He, Vi, and Claggor have a private channel so they can talk about "big kid" stuff)

walmart junkrat: GUYS GET TF ON CALL RIGHT NOW

vi stands for violence: what do u want

cLagg: I'm in philosophy lecture I'm almost done though

walmart junkrat: POWDER HAS A BOYFRIEND.

...

cLagg and vi stands for violence are typing...

The chat overflows with messages popping up left and right (mainly from Vi); A few minutes later, they all join their private voice channel

Vi's phone is shaking in her hands as she turns on her camera looking out of breath, sweaty, and still in her workout clothes, pretty clear that she just sprinted out the campus's gym just to join the call

She's too stunned for words as she tries to let it all sink in, just staring blankly ahead as she states to herself, "Powder has a boyfriend. Powder... has a boyfriend."

Mylo's being loud af talking to them inside the car, his camera buffering with crunchy audio as he keeps tumbling from the driver's seat into the backseat and into the passenger seat again (it's his way of pacing around when he can't stand up); People passing by the car think he's an unhinged man

Claggor's the only one trying to get everyone to calm down, but he himself is sweating bullets just from dealing with the other two; Our man had to stop in the hallway, take off his glasses, and rub his temples as Mylo's crunchy audio blasts his ear drums

Now the reason why they're all freaking out is because it's POWDER - Normally they'd be chill if it was any of them getting into a relationship but Powder's the baby of the family

Considering this is also her first relationship, you bet their big sister/brother instincts kicked in immediately

Vi takes a deep breath and calmly swears if this dude EVER hurts Powder, she'll need them all to bail her out of jail; Girl's prepared to commit a double homicide if she has to (I'm not kidding 8/10 she won't hesitate)

Hypothetically, if Claggor were to encounter someone Powder's dating that he doesn't know personally, he'd have dad-like aura like Vander - welcoming and friendly but with underlying intimidation, enough to show the guy if he fucks this up, Claggor will fuck him up

Like imagine him with a wide smile and patting the guy's back but squeezing his shoulder WAY too hard; Yep, THAT kind of intimidating

Mylo may act like he cares more about how all his siblings have been able to date someone at least once (and salty that Powder got a date before he did), but lowkey he's mentally listing all the possible crimes he will commit if Powder comes home crying because of the guy

Once all of them settle down, they agree to visit Vander's on Friday and ask Powder about it (and maybe threaten her boyfriend when he picks her up for their date idk)

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In the days leading up to Friday, Vi talks about the situation with Caitlyn, who then just casually does an extensive background check on every guy following Powder's Instagram account

Caitlyn busts out an extra cork board for the wall, littered with pins, threads, photos, post-its, notes scribbled in marker, and scrap paper listing names and connections tacked all over it

She shows Vi her notes on which guys Powder interacts with the most in terms of likes and comments, who are tagged or featured in her photos, which guys tag and feature HER, reading into the content of what comments she gives and receives, identifying what types of guys she familiarizes herself with (mainly nerds and outcasts), etc.

Caitlyn: *showing Vi a folder with photos and notes* There's Peter Singh...

Vi: Hm... Not bad. Looks like a wuss but he seems nice.

Caitlyn: Kevin Nguyen...

Vi: Robotics club, volleyball... I like his vibes.

Caitlyn: Jake Harrison...

Vi: That guy has no chance.

Caitlyn's able to hone it all down to a handful of names, which Vi sends to Mylo and Claggor (so they can all mentally prepare what to expect; Mylo says he's gonna chug vinegar if it ends up being Jake Harrison)

In her research, Caitlyn's first "lead" was Ekko, based on how frequent his and Powder's interactions are as well as how he talks to her differently compared to other people

Vi shoots it down saying Ekko's a different case cuz he and Powder have been best friends since they were kids, which explains their closeness; Besides, Ekko had lamented that his feelings might be one-sided several times

She doesn't say it, but Caitlyn still has her suspicions

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Friday comes and the college kids straight up ask Powder who she's dating

She's shocked at how upfront they were about it and tries denying it, until they press on and she berates Mylo for not keeping his mouth shut

Chaos ensues: Mylo and Powder are roasting each other, Vi's yelling at Mylo to shut up, and Claggor's in the middle of it all, trying but failing to calm everyone down

The only thing that makes them quiet is the sound of the door buzzer

Powder: ...He's here.

The college crusties are scrambling and pushing each other to get to the door, but Powder quickly maneuvers through all of them and reaches it first

Powder grips the handle, glaring at the three of them as they all stand anxiously in the hallway, Vi kicking Mylo's foot and aggressively muttering, "Be CIVIL."

Powder groans, tired of their shit, and opens the door revealing a very confused but well-dressed boy holding a small bouquet of flowers

The College Crusties: ...

Powder: ...

Ekko: ...

Ekko: Wassup?

Mylo's going apeshit, Vi lets out a HUGE sigh of relief, and Claggor relaxes his shoulders as a smile spreads across his face

Mylo: AYOOOOO LITTLE MAN'S A BIG MAN NOW!!!

Vi: THANK GOD I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL-

Claggor: So you finally asked her out, huh? I'm proud of you man :)

Overall, they're very supportive of Powder and Ekko's relationship :)

BONUS:

Mylo: Man thank GOD it wasn't that Jake Harrison guy. Have you seen that wet uncooked ramen hair??? I just KNOW he blasts trap music in the halls.

Powder: Wait how do you guys know about Jake?

Mylo: ...

Claggor: Hahaha ehem so Powder how was your date?

[nitewrighter]

55. Meihem if you please

55. True Love’s Kiss

I love writing earnest dialogue for these two. It’s such a fun challenge.

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They sat next to each other, Junkrat in an almost child-like cross-legged position, and Mei hugging one knee close to herself, watching as the factory burned in the distance.

“Snow Pea?”

“Mm?”

“You aren’t... mad at me, are you?”

“Um,” Mei adjusted her glasses slightly, “I’m... still processing.”

“I really didn’t mean to blow it up--” Junkrat started and Mei gave him an incredulous look, “I’m serious!”

“Jamison...” Mei started, trailing off.

“I know the mission was just to shut it down! And I tried! believe me, I did! Things just...” his voice dropped a little, “Escalated.”

Mei heard the creak of his prosthetic knuckles tightening with his grip on his ankle as he stared at the flaming factory. 

“You really mean it, don’t you?” she said, quietly.

“‘Course I mean it,” Junkrat said quietly, “...I’m starting to get the feeling people only put me on missions because they need something obliterated.”

“It,” Mei chuckled, “Is sort of your thing.”

“Well yeah but... Jamison Fawkes is more than a one-trick pony, you believe that, right Frostee-Freez?”

“You have--er-- many admirable qualities!” Mei offered, not really sure what to say.

“Like what?” Junkrat said quietly.

Mei hesitated for a few seconds.

“I--I’m not asking you to butter me up or anything! I just---I really did try, this time,” Junkrat glanced off, rubbing the back of his neck, “Tried to be... an Overwatch agent, y’know? Like toaster-face grandpa or Death-From-Above, or the perky arsed can-opener.”

“Jack, Pharah, and Genji?” Mei quirked an eyebrow.

“Right! Them!” said Junkrat, “Everyone takes them all serious, but me...?” he trailed off a little, “I mean, I don’t blame them--things... get foggy for me, and they speed up and they slow down and then by the time I can make sense of anything, at least three things are on fire.” He huffed, “So... I guess they’re right to just... see me as shit-hitting-the-fan blow-it-all-to-hell guy but...it still... I mean I watch you and how much you care and it makes me want to...” he scoffed and shook his head, “You don’t need this. Just forget I said anyth--”

“You’re brilliant,” the words bubbled up out of Mei and Junkrat looked at her with genuine shock and incomprehension for a few seconds before Mei swallowed hard and looked up into his eyes. “You see things no one else sees, you--you take things in and you spin them around and you spit them out in a way that can turn any situation around--and when.. when nothing makes sense, when everything’s falling apart, the one person who seems to be able to push through it is you. You can just... “ she made a pressing together motion with her hands, her fingers crooked and clawing, “Condense everything and barrel forward.”

“Well.. yeah but... that’s all just instinct,” said Junkrat, looking back at the factory fire, “Like, any of the... agents who actually had their shit together in my situation... they’d do better shit! They’d like... create clean water with like... the-the hyperpornics!”

“Hydroponics.”

“Yeah, that! Y’know, something! They’re all that Overwatchy ‘better world’ shit.”

“But you know the world at its worst,” said Mei, “You grew up in the world at its worst. And you know how to survive it.”

“Well obviously,” said Junkrat, “We wouldn’t be talking, otherwise.”

Mei gave a short snort.

“But y’know you...” Junkrat looked at her and then trailed off, “You survived too. Except it wasn’t people blowing themselves to shit like with me... it was people being forgotten.... everything ending in the cold and the nothingness because people didn’t give a shit. And... and you pulled out. You built things and you pulled out! And... I want that. I want to be like that. The idea of being more than a scorch mark on this world--that--that I lived, and I struggled, and I tried, and I gave a shit.” He huffed. “That’s what terrifies me about you, Snowpuff! I didn’t give a shit about so much shit! And now I give so many shits about different shits and it drives me crazier than I was before!” his arm flung out in the direction of the burning factory, “Do you know how many chemical particulates that fire is throwing up into the air right now!? Do you know how many penguins that shit is probably killing!? I’m asking because I don’t, but I assume it’s at least several!”

“You... you read that paper I sent around about the aerial chemical particulates?” Mei said quietly.

“‘Course I did! I mean, I had to read like... five other stupid things to understand it, and I needed a dictionary for a bunch of stuff, and I fell asleep three times--But look, you’re not listening. The penguins--”

Mei tackled him in a kiss. She wasn’t sure if it was the shock of the gesture that made Junkrat more or less go limp or her own enthusiasm that made him smack against the ground with her force, but she didn’t care. 

“Mm--!” his lanky leg and peg leg scrambled against the ground as she caught herself and broke away, inches from his face, her breath huffing against his mouth. He propped himself up on the elbow of his prosthetic arm, her weight still bearing on him, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were staring at her, staring into her, searching, and at the same time there was a heartbreaking confusion in his expression.

“Uh...inhale too much smoke, there?” Junkrat said, a little dazed. 

“M-maybe,” Mei said. She nearly moved to get off of him, but paused as she felt his organic hand tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“...I... have also inhaled a lot of smoke,” Junkrat said slowly, “Probably.”

“...probably,” said Mei before letting herself collapse onto him, his head jerked up to meet her, his lips closing on hers and his body flinching tight in an embrace around her. Tight, and loving, and terrified and sweet. The white-knuckled instinct and affection of survivors who had just found supplies caches and would be damned before they let them go.

 And all the while the factory burned in the distance.

[mono-dot-jpeg]

invite to group? - k. kenma

Summary: Now usually in top 500 games, you guys kill each other, not flirt.

Word Count: 763

Genre: Fluff, Comedy (probably), Kuroo is a teasing bitch but it’s okay i love him, Pro Gamer! Reader, Open Ended

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Reader

a/n: aa ofc you can get a fucking kenma x pro gamer! reader. I GOTCHU @mangobangi​ mf keeps giving me requests to do ksjdskjfd go spam them with love and support rn- there’s no ending to this only bc idk how to end it and i think if i go further it will get worse tbh ksjdfkgj

Kenma wasn’t sure when he found your twitch account but he was grateful that he did. He liked watching your streams (even though you often streamed late at night where he lived). He could stay up for hours watching your videos and streams but with volleyball (and Kuroo bothering him), he wasn’t able to do that often.

But on his off days, it was always a good time for him. He would get on Overwatch and play comp for a while in the American servers. He was in Grandmaster, so he would often encounter other twitch streamers.

He finally gets in a game after waiting for 10 minutes in DPS queue. He looks at his team and notices two streamers in his team and then he looks on the enemy team. You’re in the enemy team and you’re playing DPS. Kenma is shocked to have finally gotten you in a game and he has to go against you. So he decides to pick your main, Junkrat. 

So far, it’s a pretty intense fight. It was more like a 1v1 against you. You always seemed to find him wherever he hid to try and riptire. You often typed in match chat. ‘applepi, let’s 1v1. :)’ You had typed in match chat. He had wondered why you wanted to 1v1 him but nonetheless, he looked for you. 

He said his hi emote and you said your hi emote along with a voice line. It was a very joking 1v1. You had been jumping around and spinning your character more than 50 times. It put a small smile on Kenma’s face because he could almost imagine what might be going on your side. He won the 1v1 though. ‘:(’ was the only thing you typed in chat after that.

The game continued on as normal and the enemy team had won. But then he had gotten an invite. ‘Join u/n’s group?’ Oh fuck. He just got an invite from a pro gamer and not only that it was you who invited him. His cursor quickly accepts the invite before it could go away.

He joins the group voice chat. "Hi applepi!" Your voice rings in his headphones. He was speechless for a moment. Holy shit this was happening.

"H-hi.." He stuttered. At the worst time, Kuroo had barged into his room.

"Oi! Kenma! What are you doing?" Unfortunately, Kenma was open mic and he didn’t mute himself in time. “Playing Overwatch again? You’re lucky we don’t have practice today!”

“Kuroo...” He muttered. “Please get out of my room. Did my mom let you in?” He asked the older male.

“Not the point. Oya? Who are you playing with?”

“Is that a friend of yours?” You asked and for a moment, Kuroo can see your username pop up as you speak.

“u/n? Don’t you watch her streams? You like her a lot, huh?” He teased. Kenma can feel his face heat up as Kuroo teases him. He knew full well that you were hearing everything and it was too late to mute.

“It’s nice to meet a fan that isn’t crazy at least! But anyways, wanna play some games together?” You ask Kenma. 

“Don’t have too much fun, Kenma!” Kuroo teased. Kenma accepted your offer before he gets Kuroo out of his room.

You and Kenma got very well acquainted with each other as you both continue to climb the ladder that was Competitive. The day after Kenma was not spared from any teasing from Kuroo and his team.

“Kenma-san has a gamer girlfriend?!” Lev had yelled loudly.

“Kenma is finally growing up!” Yaku joked while the mentioned male seemed to want to sink into the floor and never come back out with all the teasing he was getting.

“He got a pretty girl to be with!” Yamamoto sighed in defeat, oh how he wished he could get a girl. “Who’s the pretty girl?”

“She’s a famous twitch streamer, u/n!” Kuroo answered.

“She’s like a pro gamer too! She’s cool! Kenma-san, I wanna meet her!”

“No.” He answers bluntly. “She can’t even come to Japan.” You had to stay in your team’s base as you were training to be in the line up, so you couldn’t stay in Japan unfortunately.

Luckily, they had to practice so the attention would finally get off of him. After school had finally arrived, Kenma waited for Kuroo like usual as he played on his PSP.

“Are you gonna talk with u/n again?” Kuroo asked.

“That’s none of your business, Kuroo.” Both of them knew the answer to the question either way.

[blackwatch-gwyn-active]

Please, Come Back To Me (Lucio x Reader /Zarya x Reader / Zenyatta X Reader)

Lucio:

It started out as a lullaby he was singing to them but soon, he realized that they were not waking up. He tried everything from loud music to begging but nothing woke them up.

"Lucio, maybe you should rest, love." Tracer said as he shook his head and held their hand. 

"I don't want to leave their side." He said in a small voice that resulted in her looking at him with a glance of hurt in her eyes. She felt sorry because he was blaming himself but it wasn't something he had done. 

"They will wake up soon, besides you gotta eat too, love." She said as the Brazilian refused to move and held a tighter grip on their hand.

"Thanks but no thanks...I want to be here when they wake up." He whispers as tears form in his eyes and Winston comes in to check on them and is shocked. 

"Lucio, have you been talking to them?" he asks as he shakes his head some. 

"Not in the last few minutes...I have been with Lena, why?" He asks as Winston shows him the patterns of their brainwaves. 

"They are either in a comatose state or...they are trapped in their own dream." he says with amazement and looks at Mercy.

"Do you think it is time to test the newest bit of technology?" Winston says as she looks at their still body and nods. 

"No time like the present." She says as he nods and helps her get the earphones. 

"Lucio, we have this new bit of technology that we are wanting to test, it will allow someone to go into the subconscious of anyone who is connected to the system and allows them to enter their own conscious." He says as it confuses Lucio and Mercy has to explain it to the man in simple terms. 

"You will be able to enter their dreams through the music you hear." She says as he nods and lets Mercy put them on him and his muse before closing his eyes.

He opens them and discovers that he is at some kind of rave like concert but the music that is playing reminds him of the day that they first said hello to him. "(Y/N), Where are you?" He tries to yell over the speakers and finally sees them up at the DJ booth with glow sticks round their neck and his headphones on their ears. 

'At least they are safe.' He thinks as they are dancing to music that he created for them. He finally realizes that this entire rave was dedicated to him and his music.

"Hey gorgeous!" He yells over the speakers at them and they turn around. 

"Hey yourself, I was wondering when you would show up to the fun!" They yell back with the biggest smile on their face. 

"It's all fun but do you know how long you have been in here?" He questions as they lead him to a quieter area to talk. 

"I don't know, about 6 or 7 hours, why?" They ask as he realizes that they have no idea how long they have been in their own dreams. 

"(Y/N), you have been out for about a week." He says as surprise takes over their face.

"Then how are we talking and what is going on?" they gasp as he chuckles some at their surprised face. 

"But it doesn't feel like I was gone for that long." They say in a sad small voice as he smiles and hold their hand. 

"But it's time to go, besides, we can make music anytime you like and besides, out there is more fun than in here." He smiles as he kisses them but it didn't have the right feeling, like something was missing from a song.

"Wake up sweetie and come back to us...I will be waiting to give you a real kiss." He smiles as they nod and he opens his eyes in reality, looking at Winston and Angela. 

"Did it work?" They ask as he hears a coughing from the bed and he rushes over, handing them to the doctors before rushing to the now coughing person on the bed. 

"Welcome back." He whispers before kissing them on the cheek and finally, all the notes seem to be right.

Zarya:

Training was supposed to be a time of relaxing to the great Russian woman but it was nothing without her dearest by her. They were hurt in battle just 2 days before and they have not yet woken up. Mercy said that they would wake up eventually but to her, even a moment away from them was like a story without adventure...meaningless.

She was holding their hand and speaking soft words into their hands, hoping that it could wake them up when Mercy comes in and starts to say something about how there seems to be a lot of brain activity but no physical activity.

"Zarya, we have something that we could try if you like, it could help." Mercy says as she looks at the short angel like woman before her and nods in silent agreement.

"Let me just put the helmet on your head and when you go to sleep yourself, it will seem like you are dreaming but you will be entering their mind." Mercy says as Zarya nods and closes her eyes before she feels something shift around her and when she opens her eyes, she is surprised by her surroundings.

One minute, she was in the clinic with their love but when she opened her eyes, she was back at the battlefield, seeing that they were trying to keep fighting even though they were bleeding.

"(Y/N), hold on, I am coming!" She screams as she rushes over with her weapons and starts to defend them as they heal themselves with a found health pack. 

"Zarya, what are you doing here?" They ask as they reload their gun and pull the trigger, hitting the omnics that were attacking. 

"(Y/N), this isn't real...this is a dream!" She yells as she starts to shoot before using her ult and they look at her with a confused look.

"A dream...but I woke up and started fighting again so I thought it was a continuation of the battle." They say as a bullet whips past them. 

"That was close!" They yell as she looks at them and they nod. 

"Hold tightly, I am going to try something and let's hope it work." They say as she nods and braces for impact before causing a massive explosion to a few barrels of oil, causing them both to go flying backwards.

Zarya awakens with a jolt along with them as Mercy checks their vitals, shocked by the sudden move me. "Are you both alright?" She asks as they nod and look at each other. 

"Next time, we try that in battle, that was fun!" they say as Zarya smiles and laugh with them. It's good to have that laugh back.

Zenyatta:

It was meditation, nothing like clearing their minds but it seemed like no matter how much they cleared their minds, they would be brought back into the nightmare filled memories of the past. They seemed to be in such a deep meditation, not even the explosion from Junkrat's RIPTire could wake them, causing Zenyatta to worry about his now silent lover.

"Teacher, I worry for (Y/N) after being in a state for this long. Even I must awaken after nearly 25 hours of meditation at that posture, I would have to move." Genji informed his mentor as Zenyatta nods before brushing some hair from their face but not before being able to glimpse into their mind for just a split second thanks to their abilities. He saw the darkness and how lost they were that he became worried.

"Leave us to conclude meditation, my faithful student. I believe I know why they have not yet awaken." He says with a hint of sadness in his own voice as Genji bows and goes to leave as Zenyatta gently touches their hand. '

Show me what keeps you from joining us on this realm and you rather stay in the realm of spirituality.' He thinks to himself before closing his eyes and he can feel himself connecting with their mental state.

He "opens" his eyes in that realm only to be brought to some emotions he is used to feeling since the world has seen his kind as dangerous; fear and sadness. He sees that they are having memories and flashbacks of when they were together yet could never hold hands due to the risk of him being harmed, both verbally and physically. He sees the horror that they have seen among his own kind as he saw them defend innocent people among the fires and bullets.

'This is what they have trouble letting go, but why I should ask.' He thinks as he keeps looking around and sees one memory in particular that caught his attention. There was a young adult, holding the hands of a child as the child begged them to not leave, to not go and fight against omnics because then they not live. But it is the words that shocked him. 

"I have to leave...I have someone I want to protect so he can protect you...please don't forget; not all Omnics are dangerous because I fell in love with one as he taught me peace and he...He has something that could spark a change." They said as he felt something swell in him...was it...love?

"I see that you saw my most private memory." A voice sounds behind him as he turns and sees them with fresh tears in their eyes as he rushes and wipes them away. 

"I am sorry to pry but I was nervous because you had not moved from your meditation spot in over a day so I was worried that you were harmed." He explains as then sees them looking at him with a gentle smile. 

"I'm sorry...the child that you saw...they were my cousin and they were afraid that I would not come home." They explained as they looked at the mirror and he touches their shoulder.

"And what you told them...about falling in love with someone in Overwatch?" He questions as they smile and hold his hand gently and has a blush. 

"It's true...someone has taught me great peace and taught me how to love and it was..." was all that was said as they are both pulled from the mental state to see a worried Reinhardt and an even more worried Mei. 

"Are you both ok?" Mei asks as they nod and look at the sunset only to realize that it was now even later in the day than they realize. 

"Yes Mr. Reinhardt." Zenyatta says as he nods and watches as the wandering soul he was just sharing time with starts to stand.

"You never answered my question." He says as they smile and stretch.

"Allow me to answer at our next meditation, I am quite hungry but I shall say this, it's because of him, I was able to find my way home again." They say with a smile and we can say this successfully, Zenyatta has a newfound peace and that is in knowing that his feelings for them are mutual.

[tuff-and-fluff-archives]

Hey Junkrat!! When did you know you loved Ruby?

💣 Well what a question that is! I've always been fond a' my Ruby, but we weren't exactly in love at first sight or nothin'... 💣

💣 I can't lie to ya, mate, for the longest time after I met Roobs, I didn't think a' her as much more than a cute spunk who was real fun ta flirt with. But there was one time when I got meself into a blue with some coppers on the way ta her place, and I ended up gettin' knicked by a bullet on me side. It weren't even that bad a wound, but when Ruby caught sight of it, she nearly passed out right then and even if she didn't know the first thing about patchin' blokes up, she acted like me own little nurse and made sure that my injury didn't get any worse. She really went all-out too, cleaning off all the blood and puttin' on some clean bandages f'me, and she even let me lay down in her own bed so I could take some time ta recover. 💣

💣 Even though it hurt like a bastard, I remember that I just couldn't stop thinking about why she was even botherin' ta help me in the first place. I kept wonderin' what she had to gain, like maybe she was doin' it so I'd owe her a favor back, and frankly I weren't lookin' forward to that. So when she helped me inta her bed and was about to walk off, I finally asked her why she cared so much about wantin' to help me, and strewth, memory ain't my strongest suit, but I'll never forget how she looked back at me like I'd asked the stupidest question ever, and she told me in her sweet little voice, that she only helped me... cuz she cares about me. Now I'm not the sentimental type, but that was really a shock ta my system. I'd never heard anyone say somethin' like that ta me. I was supposed ta be layin' down to rest, but instead I was starin' up at the ceiling and just thinkin' about what she said over and over...💣

💣 Well I think I've gotten soft enough for the day, so long story short, I figured that since she cares about me, I should care about her roight back! I'd never been in love before that moment, so even if I had no idea what the fluttery feeling in me chest was, I knew it was somethin' real special, just as special as Ruby is ta me, and I decided roight then and there that I wasn't gonna let go of that feeling or that sheila for as long as I'm up and kickin'.💣

[littlekatleaf]

Buried in a burning flame is love and its decisive flame (part 6)

Part One    Part Two     Part Three      Part Four    Part Five

Something was buzzing right in his ear. Almost like a chainsaw but not quite. On the other side, hair tickled his cheek. What dragged him back to full awareness, though, was the flayed feeling of being watched. Junkrat shifted and opened his eyes. The room was empty, but a door clicked shut down the hall. Waking up sandwiched between two people was odd. More so that neither was Roadhog. Most odd, though, was how comfortable he felt. Despite the congestion and headache, his body was relaxed, warm. Sleep had been dreamless and deep. Untangled himself from the blanket, from Hana and Lucio’s arms, carefully so he didn’t wake them. 

Least the floor felt solid under him again. Maybe getting better. Step-tapped down the hall, listening to see who might be awake in the not-yet dawn. Nothing from Mei and Satya’s room or Lena and Emily. Also silence from his own room, which could only mean Roadhog was awake. Otherwise the snoring’d be enough to deafen. He stood in front of the closed door for a long minute. Knock? Just go in? That idea felt weird. Wished it didn’t - didn’t used to. What had changed? Maybe should go back to the couch and pretend like everything was fine. Would be easiest - he considered it with longing. Now that he’d been up a minute realized was still a little dizzy. Unfortunately, though Hana and Lucio were cozy he didn’t want to give them whatever plague he had. 

Raised a hand to knock. Hesitated. Maybe Roadie’d just got up for the bathroom. No reason to interrupt him, demanding an explanation for something he hadn’t done. Dropped his hand. Stepped back. 

He turned and detoured to the kitchen - maybe another drink’d knock him out. Give Roadhog enough time to fall asleep too; then he could crash in the cot with no one the wiser. He’d just put the kettle on to boil when the house sat comm beeped. 

Jumped to reach it before the sound woke someone. “Yeah?”

“Fawkes - it’s Morrison.” As if it’d be anyone else on the other end of the comm at the ass crack of dawn on Christmas. 

“Hey old man.” Serve him right, callin’ him Fawkes. Ain’t no one called him that.

The disapproval practically radiated from the link through the silence, then “Where’s Lena?”

“Still sleepin’, her ‘n everyone else. Ain’t even daybreak here, mate.”

Another heavy silence. Wondered whether Morrison’d call him out for insubordination. Or at least being annoying. Grinned as Morrison contented himself with a deep sigh. “There’s been further intel. Null Sector was sent to retrieve a device that was supposed to be under guard in the settlement attacked yesterday morning. Our source says they weren’t successful. It’s unclear whether the device was left behind or taken when the settlement was vacated. We need to send in a recon team to ascertain whether the device is still in play.” 

Junkrat considered asking whether he remembered it was a holiday, but figured he did. Maybe it was just another day for Morrison, too. “Suppose this needs to happen asap, yeah?”

“If we don’t get in there, they will. I hope I don’t need to explain how problematic that would be.”

“Nah. Got it.”

“I’m sending schematics. Have Lena look them over before she goes, then delete. Can’t have anyone else getting hold of them. And tell her to report immediately upon her return.”

“Always does, don’t she?” For all her tendency to lighthearted fun, Lena was conscientious and responsible and it grated to think Morrison didn’t recognize that.

Course Morrison didn’t bother to respond, just cut the connection.

“Dipstick,” Junkrat muttered. The question was, what to do now? Not a question, really. Wake Tracer, interrupt her holiday, and give her Morrison’s assignment. After all, who else could do it? The whispered tone was sly. Had a point though - why did Lena need to have her holiday morning interrupted for a simple recon mission? Seemed like something one person could do alone. Why drag anyone else out into the cold. Oh Jamison. You think you could be trusted with this? Laughter scraped his thoughts. He scowled. Course - why else would Morrison tell me. A small, considering hum. Perhaps… a chance to prove yourself somewhat useful. Yes; exactly. He’d take care of it - be back before anyone else got up. Prove it wasn’t just Roadhog they needed. 

The kettle whistled shrill and he startled, yanked it off the burner. Fortunately still heard Hana snoring from the living room. Dumped boiling water over two teabags, Roadie’s opinion be damned. No time for ‘real’ tea. Needed to get moving before someone caught him. He checked the files Morrison had sent - straightforward enough. A small case, with something inside that looked very much like a bomb - one big enough to take out several city blocks. He memorized the look of the case, the details of the bomb - tried not to imagine what the explosion would look like… would feel like. Then deleted the files. Gonna do what he was supposed to this time. Gonna follow orders. Not gonna take the device for himself and disappear. Not this time.

Are you quite certain you are capable? The illness, the fever… you are likely not up to it. Perhaps you should wake Tracer. He clenched his jaw. ‘M fine. Can do this on me own; told the voice. Told himself. Not weak. Not pathetic. Almost like his own body rebelled his decision, a sudden urge to sneeze had him scrambling to keep from spilling his tea as he stifled the fit. Just a cold. She’ll be right.

In case, though… in case he wasn’t capable…and maybe to see… see whether it was the money, the treasure…  Junkrat found a piece of paper and scribbled a handful of words and a set of coordinates. Not the words he really needed to say, but the question he needed answered. In case, and to see. He slipped the paper under Roadhog’s door - usual snoring now - and headed out. Be back before anyone realized he was gone - but if not, the note would tell Roadhog what he’d need to know.

Night was cold - though supposed that went without sayin’. Always cold, here. Not sure he was gonna ever get warm. Be a bit of a hike, without the ute… but didn’t want to risk disturbing Lena to get the keys. Didn’t mind a walk now and then. The tea was still warm, the caffeine lending him a measure of energy. Somehow, his body felt a little floaty. Make the walk easier, maybe. The snow had stopped, sky gone clear and dotted with stars that shimmered like diamonds scattered on deep indigo velvet. The moon was high and full, reflecting light over the snow covered fire road.

Junkrat walked, following the tire tracks from earlier in the day, just barely visible. Good thing, too - not sure he’d remember the way otherwise. His breath puffed clouds. The depth of the quiet was unexpected - birds still sleeping, too cold for crickets. Snow creaked under his steps, ice-covered tree branches snapped. Then, somewhere in the mountains above the high, mournful cry of a coyote. Raised the hair at his nape, a chill of goose flesh over his arms. An answering yip, off to his right. Another farther ahead. Hunting. Wondered who was prey? Another howl, then a high scream, and more barking howls. The pack had caught something, likely a rabbit,  and the sounds made him shiver. Rubbed a hand over his forehead, kept walking as the sun rose over the mountains.

As he drew closer to the settlement even through the congestion, he caught the lingering scent of explosives, of charred metal and burned wood. Fortunately, still seemed just as deserted as it had before. Bots no more than twists of metal and scrap. Listened carefully for any signs of life, of movement but there was nothing. A breeze kicked up, rustling tree branches and sending skirls of snow swirling around his foot. He shivered suddenly, coughed. Right. Check the cabins fast, in and out and no meandering. 

Former inhabitants must’ve cleared out in a hurry - one of the cabins had the remnants of an unfinished meal scattered over the table. A spilled mug, puddle of coffee frozen. Stove unlit, the place was no warmer than outside. Clothes, books, toiletries all left behind. First cabin clear - no case. Second and third cabins much the same. Was downright eerie. 

Junkrat was entering the last cabin when he caught the unmistakable crunch of footsteps from somewhere behind the building. His heart tripped, double-timed. Fuck. No chance it was any of the Overwatch crew - they’d have taken the ute and hadn’t heard it. Not bots, either, steps too light and quick for a mech. Looked around the cabin - hide or fight? Hadn’t brought much in the way of weapons. Couple of grenades and that was it. Perhaps you didn’t think this one through, yes? What will you do now, with no bodyguard to protect you?

Junkrat pushed the thoughts away. Fuck that. He’d lived most of his life on his own. Didn’t need Roadie. Exactly. He’d figure this out. The cabin was all one room, not offering much in the way of hiding places. Under the bed would only be a trap. Maybe if he closed the door quick and quiet the lock would hold… Was just about to do so when a small black case caught his eye. Someone had shoved it under the bed, but not far enough. The case or the door? 

Kicked the case farther into the darkness under the bed and lurched for the door as a shadow fell across the entrance. Click of bootheel on the threshold. A sense of foreboding washed over him like nausea. Junkrat squinted in the dim light of dawn and the figure lifted her head, revealing a shock of red hair and suddenly his entire body went numb.

“Well, well, well. Jamison Fawkes.” Her face was still in shadows but he knew that voice, the Irish lilt. Hearing it outside his head made the world tilt and he almost staggered. “There were rumors that Overwatch had taken in a Hog and its pet Rat.” She glanced around the room, as though Roadhog might be hiding somewhere. “You’ve come alone?” Her tone was one of delight. 

“Ain’t alone. Me body guard’s just in the other cabin.” Lies came easily, and though his voice was hoarse, it was steady. He lifted his chin. “An’ I ain’t a kid no more, neither.”

“It has been some time. Indeed, you are no longer a child.” Felt her gaze taking in every inch of his body. A shiver he couldn’t suppress climbed up the back of his neck. She stepped toward him and he resisted the urge to move back. She reached out and placed her right hand on his chest. Her fingers were like white spider legs, and her nails were dagger sharp and still painted purple. His heart stuttered under her palm. “You feel hot - are you ill?” 

“Just your hands are cold,” he tried, but even as he said it, he knew he was going to sneeze. Fucking always. He ducked away from her as his body convulsed.  “AhRissshah!  Issh! HaRiiissh-uh!”

As he tried to catch his breath, she backed away from him. Didn’t realize she was moving toward the bed until it was too late. She leaned down and with one swift motion pulled the case free. “Overwatch should have sent someone else. Not a boy...weak…  ill.” Her teeth flashed in a grin. “I would love to stay, to see how you have been after all this time, but I must deliver this. Perhaps I will return, and perhaps you will still be here.” 

Knew he should run, but he had no energy left. Reached into his pocket for a grenade instead- maybe it’d take him out, but she wouldn’t have the bomb. Could see exactly how a real explosion felt. He yanked free the explosive, she raised her right hand and a stream of purple and gold energy flew from her palm. Everything went white, then black.  

[exothermic-filth]

Drinks On Me

 Uni and research has kicked up a FUCK ton for me, so I apologize for going AWOL on everyone, especially to those I’ve promised stories/updates on. But thank you for sticking through and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing it! (I had the utter, horrified realization I basically was gone for roughly a year. I am... so sorry OTL....)

Junker-Adventurer!Reader x Junkrat mini-fic. NB reader, SFW (except for a bit of swearing). To celebrate having 45+ followers <3 Never thought I’d make it this far, so cheers!

It’s been a long day. 

The sun is beginning to set above the horizon and you thank the heavens for small mercies. The heat dissipates from the air as fast as the scorching sun rays fade. You see a scraggy outcrop of rocks ahead in the distance: perfect place for a break. With a bit of encouragement, you urge your battered motorbike onward. 

By the time you reach the rocks, the air is cool and downright delicious. With a flick of your foot, the stand pops out and you’re letting your bike lean and rest. A quick circling reassures you that you’re alone and you finally relax, stretching out the stiff joints from sitting and riding all day. 

You unpack and settle down. A bit of foraging yields just enough twisted branches and bone-dry sticks for a nice small fire. You double-check the crate you’ve got strapped onto the back of your motorcycle: nice and tight, not going anywhere. Visions of gold dance in your head as you think about the profit these babies are gonna’ bring you. Junkers will pay coin for booze, but rumor has it the Queen herself would paid handsomely for specialty liquor imported (stolen) from the outside. 

Usually, you’d never risk building a fire but you’re feeling confident. There’s something about tonight that feels different: the air is (marginally) crisper and the stars feel brighter. Despite being a ragtag outsider, you’ve always enjoyed Junkertown. The Junkers made for vivacious, if not interesting company. And the thought of refreshing your rations and supplies definitely put an extra pep in your step. 

You rustle through your pack and produce a battered tin pot and a depressingly light sack. Normally, this would warrant a “tsk” but tonight, you’ll feast. Within minutes, you’ve got a nice little gruel going. Some precise rigging and you’ve got a few lizards to roast as an entree. 

You stare out into the distance, listening to the gentle snap and crackle of the fire, the sweet corn meal gruel bubbling away softly. Life is good.

Before your muscles could truly relax, you feel the skin on the back of your neck tingle. Before your mind could even register, you’ve got your shot gun in your hands, pumped and ready to shoot at the intruder. 

“Evenin’?” Came a nervous giggle. 

You blink, “Do I... do I know you?”

A tall man stands before you, looking a bit worst for wear. Despite the impressive amount of bombs and ammo strapped to his chest, he’s bruised and cut up all over. His left eye bulged out in a black and blue mess. 

Despite all this, the man puffs his chest out and looks insulted, “Do you... Do you know me? How do you NOT know me?”

You scowl, “Because I’ve never met you before?”

“Darl’,” he says, rather condescendingly, “I am a man whose reputation proceeds him. I am THE-”

You stand up aggressively, “I don’t care WHO you are or who you THINK you are. What do you want?”

He scowls back, “How the FUCK do you NOT know who I am?”

You feel a sharp pang of fear in your chest; this man isn’t fucking around. The bandoliers on his chest glint dangerously in the fire light. 

You raise the gun but take a step back, “Alright... who are you then?”

The man looks like he’s been waiting for this question his entire life. He throws his arms out in a grand, theatrical gesture and declares, “I am the INFAMOUS JUNKRAT!” 

“...who?” You raise a brow. 

He drops his arms to his side and balls his fist, “Oh come on! I didn’t get fuckin’ kicked outta’ Junkertown for nothin’!”

You struggle to keep the chuckle down, “You got kicked out of Junkertown?”

“Oh? You think that’s funny do you?” He snarls. 

“Well.... yeah, you got kicked out of the most lax city on earth,” you laugh, incredulously. “You can literally do almost anything there.”

“Lax?” He sputters, “LAX?! I couldn’t get a bomb in edgewise anywhere with ol’ Queenie up my arse about it!” 

You lower your gun, giving him your most disarming smile, “She’s got a point there... Junkrat? You said?”

“The one and only,” he grins back, matching your charm with his. 

You take the time to look at him: underneath the soot and dirt, and despite the nasty shiner he’s sporting, he’s not bad to look at. Even though he’s a few meters from you, you can smell the smoke on him, that burnt charred smell... of... lizards?

You jump, “SHIT!”

He starts back, shocked, then realizes why you freaked out. 

You toss the gun aside and rescue the lizards from the fire and throw them on your pack to save them from completely scorching. 

You stand back up, dusting your hands, “Alright. So. We can stand around all day and you can be insulted with me not knowing who you are...” 

He crosses his arms, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, “Or?”

“We can sit down and enjoy some charred lizard and corn gruel,” you gesture openly. 

The tall man slouches a bit and smiles sheepishly, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

You plop down onto the dirt and offer him a blackened lizard on a stick.

He takes it and plops down by you, “Thanks, mate.”

You watch him tackle the meat with ferocity, “You always do this? Stumble into people’s camps and get insulted when they don’t know who you are?”

He pauses mid-bite, “Only when I’m particularly hungry.”

You give him a friendly kick, “You could’ve just fucking asked!”  

He laughs and goes back to ripping another mouthful off the lizard. You observe him and his injuries: all the mottled bruises, the nicks and scratches all over his body. They’re fresh. 

“Got yourself in a fight recently?” You ask casually, but quietly your ears are perked. A knot of regret begins forming in the lower pits of your stomach: what kind of trouble could this one potentially bring?

He makes an awkward gasping noise, trying to talk and swallow lizard at the same time, “Sure did. Showed those drongos what for!”

You smile, eyes casually flitting around and behind his hunched figure, “What was the fight about?”

“Oh the usual,” he straightens up and takes a deep breath, “‘Oh Junkrat you can’t mod the mech with that!’ or ‘Junkrat you can’t throw that at the Queen!’”

You blink, “You’re a mech fighter?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “As if I’d be any of those hot-headed ego maniacs!”

You scoff back and raise a brow, leaning towards the fire to grab the bubbling corn gruel off the embers, “Alright, then what is it that you do, Junkrat?”

“I’m a mech mechanic,” he puffs out his chest and crosses his arms. “I’m trying to work me way up through the ranks right now.”

“There’s ranks?” You give a bemused smile. 

“Oh sure,” he nods emphatically, “You start off as a complete bottom of the bucket mechanic, doing stupid shit like polishing the weapons then you work your way up before they trust you enough to start unscrewing shit and putting shit back together.”

“And where are you right now?” You blow on the corn gruel and tuck in. 

Junkrat looks particularly proud of himself, hooking his two grenade straps with his thumbs, “I craft the explosives.” 

“Impressive,” you rummage through your coat’s inner pockets, before finally finding your flask.

He flicks his eyes up, interested, “Now, what do you have there, mate?”

You pause, meeting his eyes. You didn’t want to admit it. But the way he said it was slow, and low, like he was asking a dangerous question. And it made you...feel. 

You clear your throat and unscrew the flask’s top, continuing to give your best disarming smile, “I never told you what I do for a living, did I?”

“You certainly didn’t,” he finished his lizard and tossed it behind him with a laugh. “So, who do I owe the pleasure of meeting this evenin’?”

“Well,” you gently shake the flask, gauging how much is left, “My name is *Y/N* and I am you local, friendly booze supplier to Junkertown.” 

“Oh my,” he grins, leaning forward, “So I can thank many a wild nights and shitty mornings to you, huh love?”

You find yourself chuckling, almost missing the fact that he just slipped a pet name into that interaction.

“Partially,” you take a sip, “Lord knows Junkertown must use more than just me considering how much you Junkers drink like it’s your lifeblood.”

He holds a hand out. It’s a familiar gesture for you, a bonding ritual really with any stranger you’ve met. And honestly, it’s just good manners out here. You pass the flask to him, your fingers grazing his during the hand-off and you find yourself lingering a bit longer than you wanted.

You clear your throat again but he doesn’t seem to notice. He takes an appreciative sip and smacks his lips, a confused expression forming. 

Taking advantage of the situation, you lean in and whisper conspiratorially, “Not what you expect?”

“It’s... light, and uhm, what’s the word,” he’s scrunching his face in thought. “Delectable? No... delicate! It’s delicate tasting.”

Keeping the hushed tone, you grin, “Between you and me, I hate the way most liquor tastes. This is just my own personal brew.”

“I’ve... I’ve never tasted anything like this,” he’s taking another swig, trying to parse out the flavors and notes. 

“Yeah, you get bored on the road, you start mixing and blending your own brews,” you jerk a thumb towards your bike. 

“You travel alone or is this a group venture?” he gestures generally. 

“I work alone,” you shrug, turning your gaze towards the fire. You feel yourself drifting a bit. 

“Do you like it?” 

“I do,” you murmur.

“Wasn’t a very enthusiastic ‘I do,’“ he elbows you in the ribs gently and you’re suddenly pulled back, very aware of how close he is to you. 

You blink for a moment and put on another amiable grin, “Haha, I do, I really do! It’s quite fun and it’s a decent adventure most of the times.”

“And the other times?” He asks, softly, in that same dangerous, low tone from before.

“It’s... quiet. You’re by yourself a lot on the road. So it’s... quiet,” you reply, a bit more morose than you intended. 

“Well then,” he stretches his arms above his head, “Good thing I inconvenienced you and stumbled onto your camp, huh?”

You laugh, “Yeah, I didn’t think I’d have any dinner guests but this was a nice change of pace.”

He smiles then his frame shifts a bit awkwardly and his voice lowers, “Uhm, truth be told *Y/N* I wasn’t feelin’ too great when I did run into you. But this was fun. I needed it.”

“I think I needed this too.”

He takes a deeper swig from the flask before handing it back to you, “I’ll confess, I’m on my second strike with the Queen. One more mess-up and I’m not allowed back into Junkertown.”

“Ah,” your eyes flick once again to his bruises and cuts, “She can be a real hardass, huh?”

“And then some,” he scoffs mirthlessly, “But thanks, I mean it.”

“Of course,” you don’t really know what to do so you give him a gentle pat on his knee.

He flinches at first but relaxes under your touch. 

He clears his throat, a clear flush growing on his cheeks under all that dirt and grime, “So, uhm, *Y/N*?”

“Yes, Junkrat?” You smile. And it’s your real smile. You don’t feel the need to put up disarming pretenses. 

“Call me Jamie,” he grins sheepishly, “My real name’s Jamison but no one calls me that.” 

“Alright,” you nod, “Yes, Jamie?”

“Were you just going to camp out here until tomorrow then head into Junkertown?”

“Yeah, that is the plan. Why?”

“Well, uhm, not that I’m shittin’ on your choice of accommodations but there are better places than outside at night in the Outback. It gets freezin’ cold,” he says seriously. 

You hold back a snort and solemnly nod back, “Ah yes, I hadn’t considered that. In all my years of camping and trekking through here, the freezing cold!” 

“So, I have a proposition for you,” Jamie opens his palms outwards like a salesman getting ready for his pitch. 

“Alright, I’m listening.”

“You should come into Junkertown tonight. Stay at my place, and come tomorrow morning you’ll be right there in town, ready to do business,” he says with a final, dramatic flourish of his fingers. 

“You’ll be alright with that? A stranger crashing at your place?” You raise a brow, still smiling ear to ear.

“Least I could do to pay you back for dinner and drinks,” he stands up and dusts himself off, before offering a hand to hoist you up. 

You take it, bringing yourself up to your feet, “Oh, my pleasure, really.”

He starts kicking sand into the fire and turns to you with a glint in his eyes, “Oh, I should warn you there’s only one bed back at my place.”

A shiver runs from the nape of your neck down your spine, “Well. You did say it gets freezin’ cold out here. We should make the most use of it.”

He stops, your matched boldness surprising him. He laughs a bit and says, “After a long work day tomorrow, will you have dinner with me again?”

“Of course,” you start packing up some of your gear. You flick your eyes towards him and with a leisurely softness in your voice, you reply, “Drinks’ on me.” 

[kinsbin]

Explosive Meetings

Title: Explosive Meetings Ship: Lou/Junkrat [Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 1823 Summary: On a mission to investigate a string of robberies for Talon, Lou finds himself getting in the middle of a heist he didn’t see coming. Junkrat takes a liking to him, and decides he’s part of the crew now. He’s...not sure how to feel about all of it. A/N: A commission for @snagg-ships and their ship with Junkrat! It was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it ;u;

“And you’re positive this is the next location that’ll be hit?”

Lou narrowed his eyes down at the watch on his wrist, the undeterred gaze of Reaper’s mask matching his look as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. To bite back the slight sarcasm that wanted to echo from his lips towards his commander as that question reached his ears for what felt like the twentieth time that day. Was he sure? Were his calculations correct? There was near offence in the base of his soul for all of these doubts.

“Lou.”

“Sir, if you have time to doubt me,” He spoke with a twist of a smirk on his face, “You have time to think of a contingency plan should I fail. Which I won’t. I’ve told you and Sombra the same thing: My calculations are nothing short of perfect.”

“That confidence will be your downfall, agent.”

“Appreciate the pep-talk,” Lou rolled his eyes, “Now I have a job to do.”

Through the speaker, the crackled sound of Reaper’s heavy sigh echoed before he logged off, leaving Lou standing in the darkest alleyway just off of the busy London streets alone. A wind whipped around him, chilling him under his coat as he gazed around the area with a sharp look to his eyes.

The bank heists that had been occuring around the city had not gone unnoticed by the London-based Talon operative. They struck with a chaotic methodology across the area in a way that both disturbed and intrigued him all at once. Even before his higher ups had given him the order to investigate the occurences, Lou had begun to research them on his own. His home was nothing but a wall of research now, papers taped to various locations with highlights marked through them in hopes of connecting the strings. Of making puzzle pieces match and figuring out the motive of the unknown robbers, the game of cat and mouse between them all practically tantalizing to him as he observed his connections.

The chaos went in a circle. The center of it? London’s largest national bank.

Lou stepped from the alley, watching the bank across the street with narrowed eyes. It was growing late. The passersbys were becoming less and less, fading away with the closing of bars and the end of the nightlife times. Fog had begun to creep between buildings, holding onto the concrete like a snake whose prey had fallen into its jaws. Hands in his pockets, Lou frowned at the building as its lights slowly flickered out of existence with the last of the security guards ending his shifts, a night proportionally uneventful.

Were they stupid? To think that their bank was safe so underguarded? Perhaps they wanted the thieves to come, a trap being already set to catch them...The reasoning and methodologies construed themselves aimlessly in Lou’s mind as he tilted his head, leaning against the wall of the pawn shop at this side.

“TIME TO BLOW THIS PLACE, ROADIE!”

Lou jumped off of the building, whirling around with wide eyes at the shop before him. Seemingly lackluster in the front, the shop did hold a small variety of knick knacks and golden trinkets sparkling in the underlights. He squinted in through the window, trying to see past the gadgets in favor of the muffled echo of words he was almost sure he could pinpoint to this location. Figures inched within it, faster and slower and faster again as they moved forward...forward....forward-

Oh fuck-

Glass shattered around him as the indiscernible beings broke from the shop, sending Lou stumbling backwards. He landed on his ass, tailbone throbbing with pain as he looked up in shock at the bodies before him, soon passing him as they ran. No sooner had he seen them and opened his mouth to shout for their immediate halt that the building behind him seemed to grow warm. Too warm.

BOOM!

Lou was thrown forward, the impact of the explosion radiating against his back as rubble rained from the destruction the apparent bomb had caused. The sudden flames around the area sent the world around him into panic, dissipating the fog and echoing the screams of those who were close enough to see the event. The world warped in his head, echoing dizzily as it swirled into a cacophony of laughter and blackness, fading finally into the void.

Junkrat paused mid-run, watching behind him with wide eyes and an even wider interest in the being amidst the rubble.

“Oi, Roadie, hold up now-” Junkrat practically tossed his parcel over to his friend, who caught it in one large hand with a confused tilt of his head. As Junkrat scrambled backwards into the rubble, Roadhog peered around the roads with an annoyed sight through his mask. “We don’t have time for this,” He snapped impatiently, “We need to get out of hear, Jamison.”

“We will, mate, we will-!” Junkrat waved his friend off as he got to work digging the body out of the rubble, tilting his head, “This fella may have some extra goodies on him ‘s all, c’mon, let me have my corpse looting fun. I haven’t gotten to loot a corpse since I was last in the Queen’s city!”

Mako rolled his eyes under his mask, but said nothing else as Junkrat heaved the body of the man out, looking him over with an acute raise of his eyebrow. Though his face was covered in soot, multiple cuts bleeding across his cheeks and forehead due to the impact of the explosion, there was still something...chaotic about it. Something intriguing...A sort of style that made Junkrat feel halfway drawn to him for almsot no other reason than the way his nose wrinkled and his chest heaved as a cough and moan slipped past his lips.

“Holy FUCK, Roadie! Look-” Junkrat gasped and gripped the man, lifting him out of the rubble and holding him with ease to show off at his friend, “-He’s still breathing! Straight up survived my bombs that close range...this is one cockroach of a bugger that’s for sure….” Junkrat’s grin grew as he held the man out towards Roadhog so his larger friend could examine the form with skepticism, “Can we keep him?”

“He’s not a pet, Rat.” Roadhog disagreed with a huff, the mask he was wearing covering his eyes as they made their way down towards the watch the knocked out stranger was wearing, noting its expensive style...and the Talon sigil etched in its screensaver. He said nothing of it out loud as Junkrat pouted up at him, his eyes half watering with the effort of acting and half with the soot that filled the air. “C’mon, don’t be such a STICK. Who knows what this fella can do and-”

Sirens cut him off, loud and reeling in the back of his mind. Junkrat startled, clutching the body close to him like a pillow as he looked around, swallowing comedically. Roadhog’s head snapped up with him, eyeing the reds and blues of the police cars coming at an all-too uncomfortable speed in the distance. With no time to truly decide or give Junkrat a proper explanation, the hulking junker sighed in defeat and gripped at both his employer and the knocked out stranger’s body, heaving them into his arms and running as fast as his legs could manage to send him. Junkrat’s laugh faded through the fog as they made their escape.

---

Lou’s eyes fluttered open, the pain in his head obvious as his ears rung in the back of his mind. His bones ached with the effort of consciousness, though the material under his form was far softer than the concrete he had thought he passed out on.  A fear rumbled its way into his consciousness as he awoke fully, bolting upright with a sharp gasp of air. His eyes caught the sight of a motel room, dingy in its upkeep but bright in its lighting. The face that held itself in front of him as well, all burnt skin and dilated eyes grinning sheepishly at his form, startled him enough to yelp.

“What the fuck!”

“Ohoho! He’s awake!” The stranger cackled with a grin on his lips, rocking on his cross-legged position at the very end of the bed. His angular build was both familiar and unfamiliar all at once, the state of confusion out weighting Lou’s craving for knowledge on just where he recognized the stranger.

“Who the fuck are you!? Where-Where the fuck-” Junkrat stood, striking a pose as he grinned at the stranger.

“Me? Why, just your personal saviour, darl! Pulled you right outta that rubble I did. Granted, I CAUSED the rubble too but-ah-whatever the past is in the past ain’t it? Names Jamison Fawkes, but, me mates just call me Junkrat. I can tell we’re gonna be GREAT mates, so, you can call me that too how’s about it?”

The world spun with all of the information being presented to him. Lou felt himself pale at the realization of just where he saw this stranger before. The news. Headlines. Suspected of robberies and armed crimes across the globe. Junkrat and...that meant Roadhog as well. Lou’s head whipped around suspiciously, frowning as he searched for the well known man’s partner in crime.

“What’cha lookin for?”

“You have a partner with you.”

“Oh Roadie?” Junkrat snorted loudly and threw his hand back in incredulity, “Lug’s out gettin’ us some grub! You must be starvin’ after three days of sleeping.”

“Well, I guess I am pretty-FOUR DAYS?”

Lou scrambled up, but the pain in his side caused him to crumble, slipping out of the side of the bed. He expected to hit the floor, crumbling beneath himself, but was instead greeted with a gentle touch and a firm grip holding him up. Junkrat hovered near the other’s face, his grin toothy as he shook with amusement.

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere yet, darl,” Junkrat cackled, “You can barely think let alone walk! What’s your name, you can have some of my wontons when Roadie gets back!”

The offer was genuine. Lou’s stomach growled. The smile was equal parts terrifying and kind at the same time, intriguing the other enough to relax his shoulders and sigh in defeat, the ghost of an amused look pressing onto his face before fading back into nothingness.

“It’s….Lou.”

“Well, Lou,” Junkrat cheered and shoved him back into bed, “Welcome to the Junker Squad! You’ll have a blast here, trust me! Ain’t never a dull moment with us-”

Lou, despite himself, chuckled. Perhaps it was true enough. Until he could heal...maybe it would be okay to watch them. See their movements. Get close to them.

Perhaps it would change his life for the better.

[sweetbyte]

While playing overwatch one night after a strenuous day, I got my inner reaper on and while I used his ult, I just couldn’t help but thing of bakugou…thus this was born …Sorry

Bakugou is a pro Reaper god, Mr. DIEDIEDIIIIE is a flex though, mainly dps and tanks. He wouldn’t be caught dead playing support. (which he has and is good at, and even played battle mercy, don’t ask.)

Shouto is a Hanzo main, also a flex, but does better with the Shimada brothers. Though he is not into the lore, he does appreciate the backstory of the brothers and the cinematic did make him cry. Is more open to supports, and quite often likes to pick Brigitte.

Midoriya was picked on at first for only playing Soldier76, in honor of his favorite pro-gamer, who is the number one player in the world, because of Soldier being an easy hero to play. He practiced hard and now gives the prior two a run for their money as dps pros/. Midoriya didn’t always main dps though, when he first started he found he was only good at supports, not having an aggressive playing style. He shocked everyone with his change in playing style(thanks to a certain someone taking him under his wing). He is the most stable flex and can play every hero- minus Hammond because hasn’t had time to practice with him.

Iida is such a tracer main and is so corny about it. His signature move is a pulse bomb dive and it’s never failed. If he plays support, Lucio is his man. When it comes to tanks, he prefers Hammond because the little buddy moves pretty darn quick.

Ochako is a killer Mercy. Literally. She keeps the team up and running, and you best your ass when she gets her ult, she not only heals her hoes, but she hunts down the enemy from the air as well. On the occasion she doesn’t play mercy, she leans towards the tanks. She’s particularly fond of Orisa and is a master at gravitational pulls. She’s also a mean ass Soldier, so don’t piss her off.

Momo is a female flex no one expected or ever even knew they needed. Like Ochako, people usually assume she’s a healer. They would be correct because she’s a support god, but aside from that, she has stellar aim, allowing her to be super proficient as Widow, McCree and Ashe, etc.

 Bonus:

The BakuSquad used to fight over who the best Tracer was, excluding baku because hes just so good at everything. That ended real quick when Mina proved to be the best of the crew. Kirishima moved on and connected with Doomfist’s raw power combos and Rein’s fighting spirit. Kaminari rekindled his soft spot for Winston and loves D.VA. Sero ended up wanting to protecc Torb and his turret buddy.

Tsuyu connected to Symmetra and was worried that she wouldn’t be able to play her with the update. Jokes on them, she’s unstoppable even without the autolock. She does miss her shield generator though.

Shoji is honestly the embodiment of Zenyatta and can always keep his composure. His composure and clam energy does wonders in turning a losing match around.

Aoyama first decided to play Mei as a joke. Word around the web is that Mei players were the ultimate trolls. He ended up liking blocking people into spawn way to much to find a new main.

Toru, for as sweet and lovely as she is, is a sneak bamf and will hit you out of nowhere as Sombra and then disappear after booping over your corpse.

Jiro loves dropping the beat as Lucio, and she loves all of the little details he has. She also really likes playing tanks like Zarya…and Winston. Fun Fact; Jiro first bumped into Kami on a match when he got on the call and begged her to change so he could play Winston. She’ll never let him forget that.

Tokoyami is amazingly steady with Pharah in the air, and always hits his targets. He’s also a pretty good reaper as well as Moira.

Ojiro mains Genji and is really, really good. Most often than not he finds himself having to play other heroes, with Genji being already taken. Once he was annoyed and kept pulling everyone into the well in Ilios as Roadhog.

Koda and Sato are always on a team. Koda is always an Ana and Sato either Rein or Winston.

Mineta doesn’t like loosing so he tends to go Bastion and Junkrat

[tacticalvisor76]

Mei, Zarya, Mercy, and the Junkers with fem! Reader who was cold urticaria and almost has an anaphylactic shock because of swimming in cold water for too long? Happened to me once, whenever I stood I'd see black, but my vision returned when I sat down.

a/n: here you go anon! we have a limit of four characters per ask, so i decided to write one up for mei, mercy and the junkers. 

also my first time writing for cold urticaria so sorry if it isn’t very good. 

Mei: 

Is the first one in the water to test it out, it’s cold, so she will have to watch you while the two of you are having fun, so she is usually holding your hand. 

When the two of you get out and you just stand still, not moving and looking confused Mei worries, holding your hand to bring you back to where your stuff was sitting never letting your hand go the entire time. Mei is very happy when you are alright. 

Mercy: 

Angela keeps a watchful eye on you, it’s hard to separate the doctor part of her from your relationship, but you are her girlfriend who has a good idea of when too much is too much. But she still watches. 

Is quick to get you somewhere to sit down when your vision goes for a moment, Angela lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when your vision returns. 

Junkrat: 

The water is way too cold for him to enjoy it, so he’s not really sure how you're having so much fun in it since he’s freezing. 

Is a little bit concerned, can’t miss the tremble in his voice while he tries to calm down and not freak out, Jamison sucks it up and just holds you close because of how cold you are, and need to be warmed up right? The happiest man in the world when you can see again. 

Roadhog: 

Mako usually will let you hitch a ride on his shoulders when the water becomes too much for you to handle. 

When your vision goes, Mako is quick to get you somewhere to sit, asking you what’s wrong and what he can do to help. He ends up just sitting with you, communicator in hand while your vision returns to you. 

[overwatch-does-stuff]

Hey, I really love this blog! I think your characterisation of everyone is spot-on. I was thinking about this a while ago, and I think you would have a pretty cool take on it so- what does everyone think of Hanzo and Genji's dragons? like, do they trust them, think they're cool or just think "eff them, they don't science"?

Thank you so much for the request, anon! However, I'm going to use this to bring up some of my ideas and headcanons regarding the Shimada Dragons before I get into the character list.I have some very different headcanons than most of the fandom regarding the Dragons. I personally don't see the Dragons as animals, as cute as some of the fanon interpretations are. Rather, I think the Dragons are very representative of both the brothers' souls.First and foremost, in the short "Dragons", Hanzo is heard telling the story of the two dragons of the north and south winds. However, it is revealed later on that the story is a metaphor for his relationship with Genji. Hanzo is personifying himself as the dragon, which makes it hard for me to believe that the Dragons are some sort of separate, animal-like entity from the brothers.Plus, their dragons and how the brothers use them are very representative of their current emotional states. Hanzo, when using his ult., says "Let the dragon consume you", then expels the dragons from his body through the tattoo. Anyone who plays Overwatch knows that walking into the dragons is incredibly harmful to your health. This implies a negative connotation around the dragon, and this reflects Hanzo's view of himself. When visiting Illios, Hanzo says "Such beauty. . . wasted on the soul of a killer". This is Hanzo still regretting killing Genji, and being unable to forgive himself. Hanzo has a very negative view of himself. Contrast this with Genji's dragon. Instead of it exiting his body and causing harm, Genji's dragon stays near him, encircles him, and makes him more powerful. When activating this power, Genji says "The dragon becomes me". This gives the dragon a very positive connotation, in direct contrast with Hanzo's. This reflects Genji's newfound inner peace and acceptance of himself.To summarize:- Hanzo's dragon kills you with the power of self-loathing and depression.- Genji's dragon kills you with the power of confidence. This doesn't mean that the character interactions for this list won't interesting! These boys are still summoning some weird magic-type stuff. This is going to be fun.On to the list! What Overwatch thinks of the Shimada Dragons:    Tank:D.va just wants to know how it works! She's asking Genji all sorts of questions (as she's still a little intimidated by Hanzo,) and she's determined to get answers. When Genji starts getting annoyed though, she backs off. She'd just like to see it more often. It's so cool!Orisa is wracking her databases, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. At first she thought the dragons were some sort of technological illusion put on by Genji's armor, but when she found out Hanzo could do it to the idea was a bust. She's still deep in thought about it. She'll probably go ask Zenyatta about it later.Reinhardt is in awe of it, but he's not too surprised. He's always believed in a little bit of magic and the supernatural; he just didn't expect to be proven right. He's a little hesitant to ask Genji about it now, as the ninja was not up to talk about it during Blackwatch.Roadhog tries to avoid working on a team with them. He's half convinced he's seeing things, and half convinced that the brothers are conning the whole thing. Nothing like a big spirit dragon to intimidate your enemies. He's seen just about everything in his life, and he's not about to add something like magic to the list.Winston is intensely curious, but tries to avoid asking questions, as Hanzo is, and Genji used to be, very stand-offish about talking about them. Instead, Winston tries to gather data whenever the dragons come out. Whether it be by measuring the air when a dragon passes by, or making observations of Hanzo's tattoo, he'll find out some amount of truth one way or another.Wrecking Ball thinks the entire thing is some very impressive pyrotechnics. He asks Hanzo how to "make dragons". Hanzo now refuses to speak to him. Hammond is now coming up with a plan to break into Genji's room and find out what their secret is.Zarya at first dismissed the dragons as fake, mocking Genji endlessly about it and making snide remarks to Hanzo once in a while. That is, until she saw them in combat. She then apologized to Hanzo, at least. She's been rather quiet to Genji lately. She doesn't seem to ask any questions about them, perhaps out of respect.    Damage:Bastion in fascinated with the Dragons, and tends to get distracted when either of the brothers summon theirs. This can cause problems during battle whenever Bastion is expected to provide covering fire. Outside of battle though, it has asked Genji about the dragons. Genji explained them as best as he could.Doomfist is baffled on how such powerful a force could exist, yet have no records or evidence. He's seen the dragons first hand in battle, in an encounter with Hanzo, but he has yet to come up with a rational explanation for them. Moira couldn't provide answers, and Sombra was unable to come up with any prior history of spirit dragons. He hopes to recruit Hanzo, not just as an asset, but to get an answer on the Dragons as well.Genji isn't quite sure how he and his family have access to the Dragons. All he knows is that it is some sort of ancient power. It thrums constantly within him, and only in moments of true feeling can it be summoned. He used to summon it out of anger, in an almost uncontrollable force. Now he is able to summon it when he needs it most, and it greatly aids him in battle. He has Zenyatta to thank for that.Hanzo isn't nearly so trusting of his Dragons. They are linked to his negative emotions, and he can only summon them when he is overwhelmed by anger, fear, or sadness. He is shocked that Genji can summon his so easily. However, Hanzo also uses his dragon much more as a tool; he purposely brings up bad emotions (especially over Genji's death) during battle and sometimes even hurts himself in order to summon them. This horrifies Genji.Junkrat totally thinks that the Dragons are fireworks. He keeps asking the brothers where they buy them. When he finds out they can't be bought, he spends days experimenting with his own explosives. He can't quite get the same results.McCree knows better than to ask about the Dragons. He's been on a team with Genji before, and back then, he was not in a place to talk about it. Because the Dragons aren't quite so surprising to him anymore, McCree is rather casual when it comes to talking about them, though. He'll explain them to the newbies if questions are asked.Mei is absolutely fascinated with the Dragons! She wants to know what they are- animals? Spirits? Magic? Either way, she's come up with cute names for them (Genji's is Wasabi, Hanzo's are Soba and Ginsing). She sometimes helps Winston try and study them, but she usually lets the brothers know if they're taking readings. Hanzo hates it. Genji doesn't mind.Pharah didn't believe her mother's tales of Genji, and thought the whole "Dragons" thing might just be a metaphor for a battle stance or something like that. When she actually saw the Dragons for the first time, she couldn't believe her eyes. She asks McCree about it later, but doesn't bring it up to anyone else.Reaper knows a lot more than he lets on. During Blackwatch, he had Moira gather information on Genji's Dragon. He took this information and used it to plan tactics to utilize it. Nowadays, he uses what he knows to avoid it. He knows what a powerful weapon it is. He has yet to tell anyone else in Talon the extent of what he knows.Soldier 76 doesn't know nearly as much about the Dragons. Though also a strategist, he hasn't asked Genji or Hanzo about it. He figures that the brothers know when and where to use their abilities. Genji usually communicates and coordinates with his team before using it. Hanzo does not. This can lead to some mishaps during battle, which annoys Soldier to no end.Sombra has searched the web inside and out, but has found no information on anything like the Dragons. Heck, she can barely find records of the Shimada clan. She figures that the family has a closed internet system. She would love to get into it sometime, but that would require an on-site hack, and as of current plans involving the heir, Talon does not want to make the clan mad.Symmetra thinks that the Dragons are nothing more than hard-light structures. She can create similar illusions, but not on the scale of either of the brothers. She wonders if they secretly are masters of hard light, or if they have some sort of technology that allows them to create such constructions on the fly. However, she sees that the Dragons are of spiritual importance to the brothers, so she does not ask. Torbjorn hates, hates, hates even acknowledging the Dragons' existence. He pretends that they don't exist most of the time. However, back in the day, he helped to build Genji's cyborg armor, and he had to build an entirely separate cooling system to deal with the energy surge that the Dragon creates, so he knows that it's real; the logical part of his brain just refuses to admit it. (Basically, "eff them, they don't science", lol.)Tracer thinks that the Dragons are wicked cool. She asks a lot of harmless questions, mostly to Hanzo (for some reason), such as "What makes them go through walls?" or "Why do you have two, but your brother only has one?". Hanzo usually refuses to respond, but she has gotten an answer or two. She usually tells the answers to Winston, as to help him with his study.Widowmaker doesn't have time to dwell on the nature of the Dragons. All she cares about is that they're inconvenient to deal with, often forcing her to move positions and interrupting her usual sniper dual with Hanzo.    Support:Ana doesn't ask many questions, as she sees it as a breach of privacy. She only knows what information the brothers openly say and what she has seen in battle. She does, however, ask the brothers if they would like to be nanoboosted when they summon their Dragons. Genji accepts. Hanzo refuses.Brigitte didn't believe Reinhardt's tales of Genji's Dragon, chalking it up to her mentor's active imagination. All that changed when she saw them in battle for the first time. She's especially fascinated with how Genji's cyborg parts handle the energy surge. She tried to ask her father about it, but all he would give her is the blueprints. Since then, she's come up with several upgrades for the system. Genji, however, politely declines them every time she brings them up.Lucio thinks they're super cool, but he doesn't ask questions, and often is the one to stop others (read: Tracer and D.va) from asking them as well. He understand that the spirit dragons may be a personal thing, so he only knows what information is volunteered. However, this doesn't stop him from creating sick remixes inspired by the Dragons. Mercy knew about the Dragons from the very beginning- it was a medical miracle that Genji survived, and she attributes a small part of that to the dragon spirit inside of him. She's always been intensely curious about it, but she can never bring herself to ask questions. Instead, she focuses on getting to know Genji as a person more. Perhaps with time she may learn more.Moira is also intensely curious. Back in Blackwatch, she was able to study Genji in her laboratory whenever he was injured. She had many theories about the Dragons, but none of them turned out to be true. Regardless, she was able to get many useful data readings as to how they function. Nowadays, she would love to get her hands on Hanzo to further her study, and that is one of the driving forces in the plan of recruiting him to Talon.Zenyatta sees the Dragons as spiritual entities that reflect the brother's relationships with their inner selves. He knows more about the Dragons than anyone else, as he is Genji's closest confidant when it comes to such things. He was able to see how the Dragon changed throughout Genji's spiritual enlightenment. Zenyatta wishes he could help Hanzo with his troubles, but the bowman always refuses.

[imaginesofoverwatch]

Can I get Headcanons for Reaper, Junkrat and Handsoa- I mean Hanzo finding out their s/o can shapeshift into one other form (think kitsune, werewolf, etc.) Thank you you're amazing hope you have fun

AHH THANKS FOR THINKING IM AMAZING HHHH

Reaper:

When you told him it, he was kind of, confused

But after a while of convincing and showing him how it works he was kind of, happy

I mean, you were kind of like him, he has the whole reap thing going on and you have your lil werewolf thingy.

Tbh, I imagine having someone who understands the stress of having another form was kind of what brought you guys closer together

Gabriel actually likes petting you in that form, the fur is so soft how could he not?

Junkrat:

You first let it slip that you had a secret and from then he kept buging you about it

“Come on! I come from a fucking wasteland, it can`t be any weirder than the messed up shit i`ve seen there!”

You finally gave up and showed him yOUR FINAL FORM your shapeshifting

“what the fuck is that?” “ITS A KITSUNE JAMISON” “Katsami whatever the hell, that`s fucking awesome!!”

He keeps trying to make you turn into that form just to see it

He`s really intruiged by it and is really jealous that he was the one exposed to radiation you get to be able to do that!

Hanzo:

You accidentally triggered a transformation somehow in front of him

He was so fucking confused how his s/o turned into a fucking small dragon

Once you explained everything, he was kind of mad but not really that you hid it from him

HE FUCKING LOVES DRAGONS OK, AND HAVING A S/O WHO CAN TURN INTO ONE IS FUCKING AMAZING

He had never seen a real one until then so he was pretty shocked that the first real dragon he every and probably would ever see was his fucking s/o

[blackwatch-gwyn-active]

An Unforgettable Honeymoon (Junkrat x Reader)

What was supposed to be a fun and relaxing time for us turns out to be the time of our lives and it all started today with some miscommunication and a few well placed bombs.

Let me start from the beginning. My name is (Y/N) Fawkes, the newest junker the outback has ever seen and that is because of my husband, Jamieson but you all know him as Junkrat. Allow me to explain, we were both drunk when we first met about 6 months ago and yes, I have a thing for bad boys that I just enjoyed tagging along with him and Roadhog until about 2 weeks ago when Junkie decided to ask me to marry him. I knew that life is short and if I wanted to keep this pyromaniac in my life, I had no other choice but to say yes.

We have just got hitched and finally got a few days off from working with Overwatch as a means to keep from 'Jail Time' the old man said. I ain't scared of jail but I was sure as hell scared of being away from my junker husband and our bodyguard. I was shorter than the two so I would be seen as a weakling but that doesn't mean I don't have any fight in me. Now back to the problem at hand.

"Oh, let's go! We ain't got all day!" I hear him yell as I smirk and grab the last of my supplies as we head to the dropship. All he told me was that we were heading somewhere familiar and that it was ripe for the fun he has planned. If it involves explosions or bombs, then it must be a Junkrat plan. 

"Keep ya dam' leg on! Imma comin!" I yelled as I get on the ship but not before he kisses my face, smelling like soot and C4...damn, this is something even I can't get used too. 

"Tell me this, Jamie...am I going to need keys to get us out if we get in trouble?" I ask as he shakes his head and holds my hand. 

"Just take a nap, I will wake you up when we get there."

*Slight Time Skip Brought To You By: Roadhogs Hook...Because once you are caught, nice try on any attempts to get out!*

I woke up to us being dropped in Hollywood and for once, it was not for a mission. Jamie even held my hand as he lead me to a nice looking hotel and got us to the top floor without any problems. This is new to us...I suspect that he did it under Jack's name because we were both wanted but who cares, I got my husband and he has something planned but so do I. 

"Oi, ya ok darl'?" He asks as I nod and follow him to a new looking restaurant as he seems to scare the waiter into bringing us dinner.

Right as we were just enjoying dinner, we hear the sirens and we rush off to the kitchens, throwing everyone out but he seems upset. 

"Jamie, what's wrong hun?" I ask as he looks at me before loading up his own weapon. 

"I wanted to treat ya like royalty and it seems like all these arseholes are wanting is our heads for the rewards...sorry it was ruined." He says as he launches one of his grenades but I could not feel any sadness towards him, only love.

"Jamie, we are wanted in all the countries and besides, just a day with ya is more than a dream come true." I say as I threw more things to launch before I manage to prepare his tire. 

"Ya mean tha'?" He asks as I nod and remember my little surprise. 

"Here, press the button then we can go enjoy some well deserved fun." I wink as he looks shocked before pressing the button and a series of explosions go off. 

"Wha the bloody hell was tha?" He yells as I hold up some undetonated C4. 

"I guess old habits die hard." I shrug as he kisses me deeply and smiles. 

"Gawd I love ya!" He yells as I smile.

"Love ya too now do me a favor and lets light up the night sky with our weapons and go rob some unsuspecting blokes before the dropship comes back tomorrow." I wink as I hand him his tire. 

"Luv, we were done 'ere. Imma takin ya to the nicest restaurant in the outback and then makin' an honest criminal outta ya!" he yells as he prepares to launch the tire. 

"It's a date!" I yell as I kiss him, hearing the screams and explosions behind me.

Yup, best honeymoon ever!!!

[wodensskadi]

Is That Journey?

Muchos gracias to those of you that sent kofis recently! Your generosity helped a bunch and made me feel all sorts of loved and spoiled. Plus, supporting the trans community that day was an amazing experience.

Here’s the first of the drabbles I owe.

@one-irradiated-muppet pour vous! Tried my hand at a more serious Rat, and silly Hog, and spent way too long looking up top karaoke songs and the most popular in Australia. Plus, I mean, Hog probably is an ABBA fan and a Timon and Pumba reference? I didn’t think I could ignore it when I saw it on the top songs list. 

“Is that Journey?” Roadhog panted out.

“Wut!” Junkrat almost tripped on a pile of garbage as he and Roadhog tore through an alleyway on foot. The heist had been a bust and they were on the run again.

“There!” Roadhog pointed out the glow of an establishment across the street and the two of them made a mad dash to its entrance.

A few heads turned their way as they exploded inside gulping for air. Junkrat peered out the dingy window of the dive bar they had “slipped” into and viewed the flashing lights of a police vehicle speeding by. Just the local bluies, they weren’t as serious as the federal police or border force. He visibly relaxed a bit and reached to pat Roadhog’s form beside him. “Long as we sit tight, we should be fine. Just gotta blend in all subtle like, Hog. ...Hog?” His hand landed on empty air and he turned around to discover his partner was gone. Pretty impressive for a man of his stature and girth.

He glanced around until he spotted his bodyguard near the stage located across the room. Roadhog was thumbing through a binder with laminated pages. Goddamnit. The big oaf loved karaoke. Normally he’d be right up front cheering him on, but they were supposed to be keeping under the radar. He hobbled over and tapped Roadhog’s side. “Roadie, we gotta be subtle.”

Roadhog snorted and glanced at him, his dark lenses staring down at him in heavy judgment. “You’re one to talk.”

Junkrat’s face scrunched up in annoyance, before trying a different approach. “Ya can croon for me later tonight, instead? I’ll make it worth yer while.”

Junkrat used lecherous smirk. It’s not very effective...

“You’ll do that regardless,” Roadhog said dismissively and handed the binder back to the stage attendant. “Number five.”

“C’mon, mate! Yer always on me to shut me gob, but here ya are planning on serenading a room full of civies!”

“Jacks ain’t expecting us to be out having fun,” Roadhog reasoned and climbed up on stage.

Junkrat reached over to the closest table and swiped a bottle of beer that had been left alone on before chugging it and slamming it back down in frustration. His prosthetic hand was thankfully too finely calibrated to accidentally break it. He almost wished he had, but inconspicuous was the name of the game. With a high pitched noise of frustrated distress, he flopped onto the vacant chair at the table. Whoever was sitting there before would have to find somewhere else. If his big pig was singing, he wanted front row - didn’t need some tosser ogling his Hoggy. T’were his job.

Roadhog smiled at him. Well, Junkrat didn’t see the smile, but he could tell the man was pleased with him and that was the same as getting a smile from Roadie.

“Got three songs. I’ll save the last. Could do ‘Hakuna Matata’ together?” Roadhog offered.

Fucker knew he was a sucker for that song ever since he’d seen an animated clip featuring a wiry, smart-ass meerkat and his fat pig friend singing about being free of cares and responsibilities. “Bet yer ass we’re doing ‘Hakuna Matata!’” he sulked and raised another half-drunk bottle in cheers.

And so Junkrat cheered Roadhog on through his cover of Sinatra’s “I Did it My Way” and ABBA’s “Waterloo” which he was pretty sure was about the man giving in to his impressive charms. Halfway through “Hakuna Matata” though, the police had wandered in and stared in shock. It was a mad dash out the back door as Junkrat cackled gleefully along with Roadhog’s deep, hacking laughter.

In hindsight, bursting into a bar in an obvious attempt to hide as the police sped by outside, stealing drinks, and enthusiastically covering ABBA and Disney songs was a bad idea, but damn if it hadn’t been fun.