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sirsparklepants · 4 years ago

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I've been staring at my WIPs a lot recently, as you do, and I think it's time to release everything I've got of my favorite story I will never write. I kind of fell out of Overwatch before I had the spoons for longfic, and now there's so much lore to catch up on (this dates from before Doomfist was released) that I'm just not going to be able to incorporate, but it's still a really great idea that I really love, so I'm going to put my story notes and snippets out into the wild.

The Darkness In Our Hands

Jesse McCree wasn't expecting to get a message when the Recall went out. He'd been Blackwatch, after all - he'd written half their playbook. But he'd lived five years with the death and slander of Gabriel Reyes burning in his chest, not knowing who to blame, and this new Overwatch was the best way to find out who had killed him so he could kill them right back. But the deeper he looks, the more mysteries he finds - and he'll need some help if he's ever going to get his justice.

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Crime and conspiracy fic

Opening: McCree, in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico - give insight into the state of the world and how territorial governments are, him thinking on Reyes and what he owes to him, the recall message, decides to respond but have his own agenda.

He travels thinking about how different from the rest of Overwatch Blackwatch was, and how he hopes at least one Blackwatch agent has made it back, thinking about past with Genji - flashbacks to unsavory missions maybe? Arrival - he sees new faces and is not particularly prepared because he didn't feel it was secure enough to ask on a comm line who was there. Not as familiar with this base, paranoia rising, but then a familiar face! Sort of. (when he arrives Reinhardt and Brigitte are fighting about Brigitte calling Torb on him, Reinhardt doesn't want to pull Torb away from his wife) ← might combine these two into one chapter?

Genji puts him off when he initially tries to talk though, and when McCree pulls him aside to speak about his own personal mission Genji talks first about Hanzo and Genji's changes, and McCree realizes that Genji is so utterly different as to be unrelatable, so he never does tell Genji the whole story of why he's there. Genji asks him to give Hanzo a chance instead of acting on his loyalties to Genji and providing retribution. End of section, Hanzo arrives

McCree and Hanzo spend some time scoping each other out but they can both tell they're very different from the people around them. A particular do-gooder incident happens and they bond over looking at each other like “r u srs rn”. Meanwhile, Winston is creating profiles for everyone and trying to find a fit for like… intelligence gathering, brute force, explosives, etc - team roles I guess? In the interests of that are exhaustive interviews and training. First kinky sex somewhere in here

McCree is getting antsy at this point and I need to move along from character development to actual plot, so time to send out trial field intel squad for a rootin tootin hopefully not shootin time! They go - somewhere with a large Asian population where someone McCree’s size won't stand out. Uh. This is a note to do more research into where Omniums are. Hong Kong maybe? Hong Kong is a good city for crime. Maybe Singapore if I want to make things difficult for them what with all the weapons laws. Anyway. Somewhere with an omnic population that's not great with outsiders but Genji knows enough about their culture to be respectful and he's metal enough he won't stand out. They're not actually researching Talon but McCree is! Hanzo catches him and then they're wary partners. The omnic culture thing is a breadcrumb, be sure to emphasize it.

They leave and Genji finds out Jesse and Hanzo are screwing and starts laughing and taunting them both and being a fucker, he gets slightly let in on the Reyes plot, Intel Squad tentatively a success, they've all bonded and everyone is confused about it

Meanwhile while they were gone a stomach bug swept the base and Mercy throws a fit about not being a GP. McCree shares a cigar with her to calm her down and starts making a plan to try and get information sneakily out of everyone by reminiscing - I think??? No one knows who Reaper actually is at this point??? Anyway everyone talks shit about the UN and there's more worldbuilding dumps because this feels like the right place to put it. McCree and Hanzo and Genji are kept basically quarantined until the base isn't contagious and in that time they devise A Plan. Also enter Zenyatta because Mercy really needs a backup doctor

Lúcio isn't vetted yet so McCree gets sent out alone to send him an offer, there's a Talon base in Brazil he investigates on the way maybe? I feel like this is enough outline to be getting on with atm tho. Yeah, talon base in Brazil where there's a mention of Talon trying to infiltrate Vishkar

Meanwhile, Ana and 76 have shown up at Gibraltar because they figured out someone was tracking their movements and wanted to go to ground in the general area but spotted the activity there and they're both not best pleased that Overwatch has started back up. When McCree comes back with Lúcio there's another fight he walks into - a running joke? Every time he returns to base there's someone yelling. Second kinky sex, very dominance and pain flavored because McCree needs to shut his brain up. Or maybe not, that’s a long time to go without porn??? Maybe they have coitus interruptus with Genji and that’s how he finds out

Ana and 76 hang around for a while but can't stomach the idea of being there too long because they have their own mission but they drop the bomb that Reaper is Reyes and he's Teh Evulz now because they know too much and i need to get rid of them so we don’t have experienced field operatives for mccree to work around. Also some Widowmaker info dump here. McCree pretends to be shocked but he has a different definition of evil than most people so he doubles down on his investigation and wants Hanzo to give up some contacts. Metal arm fisting here maybe???

what. the fuck. has reaper been doing all this time. has he just been swanning around in the background ruining investigations? maybe he’s laying low because the winston raid thing made him so visible? talon needs to work underground so yeah this sounds right. in the meantime VISKHAR because lucio is here now so we can talk more about the evils of corporations and have corporate espionage going on. Lucio says they should look more into vishkar and they make contact with symmetra who is a whistleblower, ideological clash because that’s what i’m about. lucio and symmetra are both trans with prosthetics btw, that’s happening now because i said so and because hormones are a horrible way to control someone and so it makes sense that vishkar controls sym’s access to them along with her arm. because they’re fuckers. A N Y W A Y vishkar knows things about the old omnica corporation.

sombra makes contact with them here because she’s been keeping an eye on the new overwatch and talon thinks that maybe mccree could be an ally, not that he knows that at the time but they test him out with a dead drop with omnic-related code shit on a TEAM MISSION which happens to, idk, build goodwill or something. winston got info from someone for something and i have to have at least one team mission happen in the foreground, it can’t be all background shit and Intel Group. the mission goes. okay-ish. someone gets fairly seriously injured? tracer, maybe, or reinhardt, either way i can write their significant others fussing over them. it’s a member of old overwatch so winston can be conflicted and take people off field missions for a bit so mccree can tinker around and end up having to ask zenyatta for help. a much longer sex scene than normal here somewhere? OHYES this is where i’m gonna stick the scene where Hanzo makes McCree take off his prosthetic legs and makes McCree leave on his prosthetic arm (because pain kink and metal arm kink and he has to have both arms to handle him) and basically makes McCree fuck him in exactly the way he likes, up to and including making McCree bounce him up and down on his lap. AND THEN ACTUAL AFTERCARE HAPPENS FOR ONCE, A TURNING POINT. perhaps there’s a scene where one of them lays their head on the other’s sweaty heaving chest and doesn’t even mind the sweat in fine romance novel tradition

something has to happen here for pacing reasons but i’m fucked if i know exactly what. uhhhh for Reasons they have to go to an omnic city? more omnic culture and worldbuilding dump here.

aaaaand then the Reveal Chapter: reyes knows something about this mystery mccree stumbled into when he was investigating the death, and he’s willing to talk. hanzo and mccree make plans to meet with him. and then we find out that the reason reyes blew switzerland was because he was working for talon ALL ALONG. the chapter ends with a ridiculous dramatic sequence where mccree puts together all the evidence and goes “so talon was created to fight the god programs”

okay this is the chapter when i get down to the nitty-gritty and break down the structure of talon and have like. a nice artsy chapter explaining how the omnics came to be and how the government created wars to be fucks and all that. i will get to the details of this LATER but the important part is that at the end of it hanzo and mccree are secret talon moles and they have actually pretty kink-free sex while staring into each other’s eyes and kind of freak each other out with how they like and trust each other and that doesn’t happen in their world but it’s overshadowed by the freakout of them agreeing to work for a shadow organization that wants to destabilize all the world’s governments, the fuck were we thinking??? the fuck was i thinking this isn’t even the proper climax, i die

okay for pacing reasons i have to have at least two chapters of them doing double agent things and getting more deeply involved in overwatch, fuck. some public missions should be mentioned where they like. intervene in humanitarian crisises and shit. crises. whatever. maybe hanzo and mccree have to split up and feel sad that they miss each other? one chapter for hanzo to make contact with his shady criminal underworld people to get verifiable info - maybe like. idk. plastic surgery clinic records - and mccree to re-emerge and rehabilitate his image?

and after that one chapter where like. winston gets suspicious about shit. and maybe??? they have to bring EVERYONE in on this huge conspiracy? they have enough evidence to convince other people? yeah i like this, i want to emphasize how ragtag and vigilante-like and underground the new overwatch is. probably an actual defining the relationship talk and possessive sex here.

story ends with like. a giant news story break i think. as i get closer to the end i’ll know more about what threads need resolving. BUT that is the end of my outline. I DID IT HOORAY

Notes

So McCree responds to the recall not because he believes in the cause like Winston does - he probably still sees most of Overwatch as outsiders, although he's at least surface friendly with most of them by the time he leaves based on in-game interactions - but because something in Overwatch killed Reyes, who he doesn't yet know is Reaper, and joining back up with Overwatch is his best chance to find out what it was and hit them back for killing someone who had his loyalty. He's friendly still because that's the best way to get what he wants, i.e. information and access to records, but this isn't like Blackwatch. He's not surrounded by people who came from the same type of lawless loyalty structure he did, who think the way he thinks - they all believe in restorative justice, and his whole life, justice has been nothing but punitive. The only person he was counting on to understand him, Genji, has changed, and it's probably better for him, but he's become different. He doesn't lash out the way he used to. He believes in second chances, where in the places they both came from, you paid for a second chance in blood. He's done with revenge. He's well and truly gotten out of the life, and McCree has never changed his mindset and never will, because it's kept him alive this long. But Genji has brought along someone he does understand - his brother. McCree gets Hanzo, he gets why he did what he did, even though he regrets it. McCree isn't happy about it, but when he was fifteen he came along to meet the cartels with Deadlock, and when he was sixteen he saw what they did to turncoats. You pay for treachery with blood in their world, and Genji betrayed the Shimadas by passing along information. Hanzo paid when he lost his place, and he made his clan pay for what they made him do. Him, McCree understands, and McCree starts testing him out, because he could use an ally in finding out what was under the surface of squeaky clean Overwatch.

And Hanzo understands him. Hanzo is here because he owes a debt to his brother, still, and because he wants to understand Genji. But everyone in Overwatch is alien to him. They take him working for them as a given, as if of course he would want to make up for what he's done. But there's a difference between owing a debt and regretting his whole life. Hanzo was an assassin after he left the Shimadas, and he feels no need to atone for that. It was what he was skilled in, and he also became skilled in finding things out his clients did not wish him to, because being manipulated by his clan taught him to be canny, to find out people's real motivations. So he knows McCree wants his skills for something, but he's willing to make an alliance for the sake of mutual understanding.

So they ally together, with the understanding that any betrayal will be paid in blood, that they both know different tricks of the trade. McCree wants information on Overwatch, and Hanzo wants protection and information on Genji. McCree works on the old guard to find things out, and Hanzo gets in touch with his criminal contacts in every place he's deployed on a mission. And they start to find things out about Talon...

I don't actually know what the resolution to that story would be. The talon-is-hydra-overwatch-is-shield thing has been done. Maybe I'd go a route of "talon was actually founded by Reaper to fight corruption in the UN and that's how he has all those Blackwatch members" and there would be a worldwide conspiracy where the God programs and therefore the omnic crisis were created by top tiers of government and weapons corporations to create a threat that would keep governments separate, give them more power, and give the companies more profit.

...y'know what I actually really like that idea. The world was getting closer and closer to more human rights and one large global government, and corporations and world powers really didn't like that. So what's the best way for humans to give power to government? When they want to be protected from a threat, of course. And they won't be thinking rationally. They'll want to stay apart, because of course the whole thing is *insert other country*'s fault. So Hanzo and McCree run into Reaper and discover this conspiracy and are from then on Reaper's agents inside Overwatch, both to get information and to get enough media exposure they're familiar faces and trusted by the public. So when they blow this thing wide open, it can't be swept under the rug.

Bonus things in this story:

-they have to bring Genji in because he has the most connections to the omnic community through Zenyatta and Omnics have some key evidence to the conspiracy

-bastion provides an essential clue.

-omnic culture and worldbuilding

-underground cities

-Sombra is key, both as a contact that knows what's going on in Mexico (where Important Things should happen just because I mentioned the cartels so they should play at leat a minor part) and in helping them to get into Blackwatch data undetected

-symmetra helps them spy on Vishkar, which was one of the corporations to profit the most from the crisis because they got the most contracts for rebuilding

-Hanzo, McCree, and Genji sit around and exchange stories about things they had to do for deadlock/the Shimadas; it's all horrifically violent and gory but they all three get drunk and laugh about it because it's their life and they won't let it break them and it kept them alive

-it ends with Genji being happy that he's not forced to do lots of violence any more and McCree and Hanzo being perfectly happy with their very violent lives

So Talon has a ruling council which both Reaper and Doomfist are a part of and factions are #confirmed (ty for info people who are up on overwatch lore I Cannot watch a video rn), and Talon is all involved in a global conspiracy. That's canon. So what if Talon is several disparate movements that allied themselves? They need to fight this war on all the fronts they can, given the potential power of their opponents.

Irl, the UN is not a super powerful body - people put much more faith in individual governments of countries. So what makes the UN able to create a peacekeeping force? Well, what if before the crisis, some large thing happened that made the world move towards one earth government and the UN being powerful is remnants of that?

Kind of tempted to channel my frustration with the world falling apart and all the political conflicts into saying that in like... 2022 or sth, something bad enough happened that humanity decided that the only solution was to come together - perhaps we came close to nuclear annihilation? Just writing about it as a small bit of backstory and making the Scary Potential a side note in history seems like it could be really reassuring. Thoughts? (2020 note: I wrote this in 2017 and all I have to say today is OOF)

With this cooperation between nations, corporations couldn't take advantage of cheap labor in developing countries any more, and there was more of a focus on education. That could account for the leaps and bounds in science in sixty years. But that lack of cheap labor meant that robotics was developed more and more, until automation became artificial intelligences. Omnics.

The game takes place in 2076 and the Crisis took place anywhere from 20 to 30 years before that. I'll say it didn't officially start until 2050, but for several years there were developing tensions and small-scale attacks. Historians disagree about the exact cause of the crisis.

It was in the best interest of the Omnica Corporation to not let on how intelligent and sentient Omnics were - with the new focus on human rights, it was only a matter of time before an omnic rights movement erupted.

But the information started to leak. Sometime in the late 2040s, people who worked closely with Omnics started to talk to other people, tell them about how they really were intelligent and person like. And if it came out that the corporation had been deliberately hiding that, things would be bad.

So they had to do damage control.

Meanwhile, the governments of nations that used to be world powers, that used to do as they pleased, aren't that pleased with the fact that they have a lot of eyes on them and they can't meddle the way they used to in the world.

So they get together, and they throw money at the problem, and they come up the the God Programs.

Scientists worked in cells, and when they were done, they often disappeared. There could be no evidence.

And then it didn't matter how intelligent Omnics were. They were the enemy, and everyone hated them. The top executives of the Omnica corporation knew they would be hated, so they had a backup plan. They disappeared. They had surgeries. Their money went somewhere else under a different name. And they resurfaced in areas very far from any of the fighting.

Here is the secret that the Omnics and Sombra help uncover: Omnics were not meant to evolve, to change, beyond basic learning. Originally, they couldn't modify themselves. They had to come to a licensed technician, who was human. Quality control. Planned obsolescence. What the God programs did was take that cap off, distribute a patch that meant that Omnics could fix themselves - but there was a worm in the code that allowed them to be taken over. And the information that would allow that to happen? Before the crisis, it was proprietary corporate information. That shit had the highest security levels in the modern world. Corporations are very protective of their secrets. So either they were infiltrated or the crisis was an inside job. Either way, it was orchestrated by humans.

There's an implication that no humans worked in the Omniums at all, that they were completely automated, and I'm just... Gonna ignore that because it boggles the mind. The people who worked there did have to wear constant radiation shielding because apparently if Omniums are destroyed they leak radiation (or is it that the Australian one was destroyed with a nuclear device? Can anyone help me find a straight answer on this because it makes no sense) but they did work there because automation and seeing things indirectly through cameras and things means the Omniums were networked, and if they were networked they were less secure. So people worked there.

The plan to make the god programs was started off by the fraud accusations and was what caused the executives to bail the fuck out. Several plastic surgery clinics got entirely new wings just before the omnic crisis and I think this should be a weird clue that someone - probably Sombra through her hacking or Symmetra through her knowledge of corporate ins and outs - digs up.

The God programs and the militarized omnics that were pumped out allowed omnics to modify themselves and to develop things like their own independent communication methods and languages. Omnic language is a combination of binary and different computer code languages. There are different regional "dialects" depending what code language was easiest for the omnics in the area to learn and adapt to when modifying their own programming. It's also most often encrypted with... Probably some method I'll have to do research on.

Oops well I think I just ran myself into a big fuckin' wall here, and that wall is Widowmaker. She is canonically brainwashed by Talon into an assassin, and I don't want to make her husband Awful Abusive Forever and erase what was done to her.

Maybe Widowmaker is the face of Talon's moral ambiguity - she was created by a now-defunct Mad Science branch because while her husband wasn't awful for her, he was in a key position, and killing him would destabilize the power structure, and because Talon as a group's motto is probably "the end justifies the means", they still use her. This is probably a major sticking point for any omnics that want to join Talon's cause, and I could use that to highlight how desperate people can get when they're facing someone who has massive power over them.

Actually, have a couple of crime and conspiracy fic tidbits related to that: when he first went on the run, Hanzo got a nasty infection because he was so used to biotics that he didn't glove up or properly sterilize his tools before treating his own wounds. After a ten day course of penicillin derivative and a bad stomach reaction to them, he learned. Conversely, Deadlock probably had one or two fairly low-power biotic emitters, probably military surplus, and use of them was a privilege if you were high-ranking or a reward if you'd done particularly well but got kind of fucked up in the meantime. McCree has one or two big scars on his torso, and they're pretty visible because he got them young, but they don't inhibit his movements because he got treatment for them during his Blackwatch days. Hanzo, on the other hand, has a nasty hypertrophic scar on his upper thigh from the infection he got, and it occasionally restricts his movements.

Snippets

The stomach virus one

They hadn't been directed to medbay after the debriefing. This new Overwatch hadn't exactly established much standard operating procedure - hard to when you were a bunch of vigilantes and more or less all wanted under international law - but it still struck Jesse wrong, whatever Winston said. He'd known Angela longer than he'd known anyone here but Genji. They didn't run in the same circles, but they'd both been recruited before they were really supposed to be, and that gave them a bit of camaraderie Jesse wasn't afraid to lean on. He left the Shimadas to their not quite good-natured bickering and headed for the office just off the infirmary.

Angela's face, when he opened the door, made him glad he'd stopped by. Even her legendary (and probably nanite-enhanced, given the direction of her research) youthful looks were flagging under some kind of strain. Her undereyes were dark and her mouth was drawn, which in a trauma surgeon used to work in the field meant she'd been working for days on four hours or less. Jesse didn't have to do much beyond waving the nice cigars he'd picked up in (location) at her before she was out of her chair and headed towards the nearest balcony with him, monitor clipped to the lapel of her white coat. They hadn't smoked together since the recall, but the old tradition they shared seemed to be as clear in her mind as it was in his.

He was quiet for a few moments, just passing her the lighter, until they'd both blown out slow mouthfuls of fragrant smoke. Then Angela sighed, and some of the tension slipped away from her shoulders as she stared off at the waves. "You probably shouldn't be even this close to me, Jesse."

Jesse laughed at her, a low quiet chuckle. Anything truly serious and Athena wouldn't have let him anywhere near medical. "And why's that?" he asked her, slowly pulling in the rich smoke and rolling it around his mouth.

"The whole base has come down with a nasty stomach virus," she told him. "I have most of them in cots, hooked up to IVs. It's horrible! A certain amount of bodily fluids is to be expected in this job, of course, but the cleaning drones simply can't keep up. It's as much as I can do to keep everyone hydrated and mostly clean. Comfortable is out of the question. It's very contagious, and I haven't done work like this since my residency! I'm not a generalist. I don't prescribe birth control or deal with routine ailments!" Her accent grew sharper as she spoke, and when she'd finished, she took a deep breath before taking her own smooth pull of cigar smoke.

Jesse winced. He was glad any lingering sour smell was covered up by their cigars. He'd take blood and guts over vomit any day. "The whole base?" he asked. No wonder the corridors had been so quiet.

Angela nodded emphatically. "Everyone present, except for Winston, of course. I'm simply thankful it isn't zoonotic."

Jesse whistled. The infirmary had to be filled to capacity. "And nothing you've given 'em makes the nausea any better? That does sound nasty."

Angela froze with her cigar halfway to her mouth, and then began to curse emphatically. (German curses here.) She pulled her bangs with her free hand. "I can't believe I've been so stupid! I never give patients an antiemetic, it's dangerous when they could have been drinking poisoned water, but that doesn't apply here! (More German curses.)" Eventually, she subsided and took a particularly vicious pull off of her cigar.

"Easy with that," Jesse told her. "That's the good stuff - don't waste it."

"Oh, I'm not wasting it, believe me," she told him. "It's keeping me from storming Winston's office and demanding he add a generalist to the staff. Doctors have specializations, and this one isn't mine!"

"I could talk to him, if you like," Jesse told her. His voice was even, though inside he was triumphant. He'd wanted a reason to bring Zenyatta on, and the universe had just dumped it in his lap. "Might even have someone in mind."

"Would you?" Angela asked him, staring wistfully at the half a cigar she had left. "It's only - I have to dose everyone now, and wait half an hour to see how they respond, and I haven't slept since - too long."

"Wouldn't mind a bit," Jesse told her. "You worry about clearing out the infirmary. I'll work on our fearless leader."

Angela looked, briefly, as if she was about to cry. Instead, she breathed in deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, her expression had settled. "Thank you, Jesse," she told him, and smiled. The expression was no less lovely for being surrounded by signs of her exhaustion. "These really are quite nice," she added, puffing again on her cigar.

Jesse laughed. "You come find me whenever you need another one," he told her. They smoked the rest of their cigars in silence.

The twelve o'clock high one

76 - Morrison - sighed. There came the sounds of him pacing around the room, his ridiculous boots heavy against the grating. "Winston," he said finally, "you like movies. You ever watch any old war movies - from the 20th century, I mean?"

"Well, no," Winston said, sounding honestly puzzled. "Most of them are well over a century old. I didn't think they'd have much cultural relevance."

Morrison snorted. "Not much cultural relevance," he repeated. "Maybe not out in the world, but here in Overwatch - in any place you've got to take command and order people into the line of fire - they still matter. Put one on your list. Twelve O'Clock High. The original, from 1949, not the remake they made right after the crisis." His gruff voice didn't make it a suggestion. Still used to ordering people around, McCree guessed.

"I will, but why would you pull me aside just to say that?" Winston sounded baffled and slightly irritated.

Morrison sighed again, a heavy put-upon sound. "This would be easier if you'd seen the damn thing. Used to have all the command track recruits watch it." The pacing sounds started up again for several moments.

"It's a movie about leadership," Morrison said finally. "And about what happens when you get too close to the people under your command. It's bad for you and it's bad for the mission, and it gets people killed. You can't be their commander and their friend at the same time."

"I fail to see how any of this is your business," Winston said, voice firm and starting to get frosty. You tell 'em, bud, McCree thought.

"I watched this organization fall once because of its commanders," Morrison said. "I can't watch you make the same mistakes. I bowed too far to the UN, but Reyes was too close to his men. Some of them came in young, but they'd done things that made sure they would never be kids again. Reyes couldn't see that. They were all loyal to him in their own way, as much as they could be, but he thought it meant he owed them some loyalty too, and he couldn't do that and send them into danger like we had back then for special ops. They got into his head, made him too much like them, and he snapped."

Winston was saying something else, and McCree forced himself to pay attention to that instead of the rush of blood in his ears, his clenched hands, his pounding heart.

"I believe that will be all, 76," Winston said. The frost in his tone had thickened up into a full ice sheet. McCree took that as his cue to slink out before the super soldier sniffed out his hiding spot - literally, maybe.

Morrison thought his loyalty put Reyes in a bad spot? It sure had - but it was his lingering loyalty to Jack Morrison that had gotten him killed, McCree was sure. Morrison really was blind if he thought Reyes had been doing anything in Zurich besides trying to pull Morrison's blond ass out of there before it blew.

what I have of chapter one

Jesse McCree had disappeared. Oh, he surfaced every now and then in some attention-grabbing way, but it wasn't healthy for a man with a bounty as high as his to go around under his own name. He'd taken a handful of false identities with him when he'd left Blackwatch, and he did enough flashy stunts with his familiar getup from the bounty posters to keep anyone from digging deeper and finding them. Most people figured he spent the rest of his time lurking around all the lonely, uncivilized places of the Southwest, like he had before he joined up - it was closer to the twenty-second century than the twenty-first, but urban sprawl hadn't conquered all the emptiness of his home state yet. So he was very surprised to receive any communication addressed to Jesse McCree at all, much less on the secure comm he carried more for sentiment than practicalities these days. And yet there was still a quiet, persistent chirp indicating a message for him.

Jesse wasn't stupid, of course. He didn't open the message that day. He'd spent too much time in a covert ops unit to trust anything that could send an active signal. He let it stay in the hard-sided guitar case that held his weapons and anything else he didn't want connected to the soft-spoken insurance adjuster who rented his Albuquerque apartment. Instead, he used his legitimate phone to reserve Chris Stevenson a campsite at a national park and rent a car for the weekend. No one had yet managed to bring enough signal towers out there that phones worked, and the campers liked it that way. Chris liked it too - it gave him a good excuse for not being available if his boss called with a last minute assignment, he told the park ranger.

Jesse, on the other hand, wasn't much for camping - he'd spent more than enough time out under the stars, first in Deadlock and then in Blackwatch, and his back wasn't as young as it used to be. But needs must - the signal could be a trap, or it could be someone from the old days needing his help. You could say a lot of bad things about Jesse McCree - most did, these days. But he knew what he owed Reyes and Blackwatch both, and he paid back his debts.

The canyon he'd chosen had several isolated hiking trails, and he set off for one just after dawn the day after he'd arrived. The other tents, few as they were, were quiet. He still waited until he'd reached the peak of his chosen trail, where he could see anyone coming, before he played the message.

Of all the faces he'd expected to project in front of him, Winston's wasn't among them. He was too recognizable, and Jesse stifled the urge to curse. The audio was routed through the wireless headset he'd brought, of course, but five years on, Winston's face still screamed Overwatch to anyone who cared to see. A talking gorilla was hard to forget. Still, Jesse let the message finish - it was very early - and dropped the comm into a pocket of the backpack he'd brought with him. Then he sat down right where he was.

Anyone passing by might have thought he'd be watching the sunrise, but he'd seen too many from the wrong end when he was with Deadlock to be stunned by nature's beauty any more. Chris was watching the sunrise, of course - a natural early riser, he saw sunrises from as many places as he could get away with. But Jesse McCree just happened to be staring at the horizon while he contemplated his options.

He didn't doubt the comm had sent some sort of locational ping out, so he'd need to burn Chris no matter what he decided. A pity - he'd liked being somewhere familiar, a place where he knew the lay of the land, how to find the best restaurant in a little highway town, which outcroppings kept you out of view of the satellites passing by, which streets nice people avoided at night. Couldn't be helped, though. Most of the Southwest was dangerous for him now. He couldn’t be sure someone hadn’t piggybacked whatever ping Winston’s call had sent out. He was inclined to curse his luck, hop a train, and move out - somewhere east, maybe - except. There was something he owed, and a debt to a ghost didn't make it any less real. He didn't have anything in common with the old Overwatch staff he guessed that idealistic message had been aimed at, but they had resources and records. Maybe he could use them to track down what really happened to Reyes.

Jesse’d been halfway to disappearing on a deep-cover mission - all they did in Blackwatch those days - when the news about Zurich broke. He could smell bullshit on a cover story from a mile away, and this one reeked. Reyes wasn’t jealous of Morrison - that asshole had to deal with the paperwork and politics while Reyes got to intervene in the real hot spots. If he’d been in Zurich, it was out of a sense of loyalty to his old army buddy. That loyalty had gotten him killed, and no one in Overwatch seemed interested in doing anything but slandering him after the fact.

Just because they didn't do much of an investigation didn't mean that they didn't still have records up in Gibraltar, though. The Watchpoints had all been networked at one point. Athena had had limits put on her when the Petras Act passed, but Winston had made her devious, under all the fussing. She had to be if she was going to fight Overwatch’s enemies. McCree's access had been stripped when the UN had recalled Blackwatch’s authorization, but that meant jack shit if Athena decided he needed to know something. And he knew how to ingratiate himself with her.

It’d mean the end of his relatively peaceful existence, but hell, he'd already known he'd have to get rid of Chris and go on the run. Might as well run a little farther than usual. He could check out the lay of the land, see who all was there and what they were up to. It wouldn't be fun - he was Reyes’ man to the bone, still, and none of the proper Overwatch agents would understand that - but this was the closest he'd come to being able to pay back the man who'd changed his life in years. He couldn't let it slip through his fingertips.

International travel was, according to those who could remember, a bit more difficult to manage now than it was before the Crisis. The United States especially had buckled down on the jingoism, blaming most of Europe for letting the Omnica Corporation run wild. It wasn't as bad as it has been in the 20s, of course, but if Overwatch hadn't provided the encryption on his passport themselves, McCree would have found himself paying a pretty penny for a good fake. As it was, he wasn't exactly flush with cash right now, so he was glad Chris’s papers were still good.

Chris Stevenson, despite his whitebread name, had family in Spain: a sister who'd recently taken ill. So he - and Jesse McCree, under his skin - was flying to Madrid. Teleporters were still new and expensive, and Chris couldn't afford one. The days of the ancient, cramped airliners were long over, though. Chris had a ticket on an overnight flight, with his own little cot and plastic privacy wall and two credits to use in the onboard cafeteria.

The flight attendant directed them all through the ship’s amenities, pointing out the cafeteria and the bathrooms as well as the small rec area, on the way to direct them all to their berths. They had to go through the first class lounge first thing, of course - probably to make them all regret they hadn’t coughed up enough to spend half the trip on leather furniture drinking premium cocktails. Jesse couldn’t care less about it. He planned to eat, sleep, and then eat on this trip; airline food wasn’t that great, but he’d eaten plenty of bad shit in his life, and he’d need the rest and the calories to find the best ways to ditch Chris’s identity and make his way across the border into Gibraltar.

The berths were more private than the ones on most of the Overwatch transports he’d been on in his time, but that wasn’t saying much; military didn’t think anything of communal bunkrooms for everyone but officers, and Overwatch had always been true to its military roots. The ship wasn’t ritzy enough to have sound cancelling tech in any cabin but first class, so he could hear the contained but emphatic ruckus happening two berths over. Politeness would have dictated Chris did his best to ignore it, but Jesse had always been an incurable snoop, and years of covert ops hadn’t exactly curbed that. He tucked his bags under the plastic frame of his ship’s cot and leaned against the thin barrier under the guise of working his boots off.

“I don’t see why we’re kept out of the lounge,” a voice Jesse pegged as belonging to someone around Reinhardt’s age said crossly. “We paid our fare just like everyone else!”

“I’m afraid the lounge is for first class passengers only,” said their flight attendant, in the calming tones universal to customer service employees who weren’t allowed to tell customers to fuck off but who really wished they could. “However, if you would like to upgrade -”

“Don’t you upgrade me!” the older voice said again. “I went on these transports when they were first made, twenty years ago, and they didn’t have any sort of restrictions! This is just - it’s a cash grab, is what it is, by unscrupulous -”

“Pop! He can’t do anything about that. I’m sure it’s corporate policy,” interrupted a younger voice, audibly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry about this.”

“It’s quite all right - I understand change is difficult. Can I offer you -”

“We’re not interested in little placating gifts, like drink tickets, you corporate shill!” the older voice yelled again.

Jesse felt a twinge of sympathy for the flight attendant having to deal with all that, but he felt it was safe to tune out at that point. His boots - sturdy hiking boots, not the attention-getting cowboy boots of his wanted poster getup, good for grip on all sorts of surfaces - were unlaced and under the bunk and they weren’t quite underway, so he decided he’d be hitting the cafeteria early. And maybe he’d shell out for a drink for the old man’s traveling companion, he thought, shuffling quietly past the squabble. He was sure the flight attendant couldn’t drink on duty, or else he’d send him one first.

It was a ten-hour flight, and mission discipline should have sent him right to sleep for seven of them after his mediocre cafeteria meal. But he hadn’t had anyone hanging over his shoulder to enforce that discipline in five years, and sleep didn’t come easy. After an hour of trying to force himself into something deeper than a doze, he gave up and summoned the flight attendant for a drink. Jesse would have preferred to work out his troubles in a gym or at the range, but the transport had neither, and this was a good enough substitute to quiet the buzzing of his brain enough for a few hours’ rest.

He just couldn’t work it out, was the thing. Why had Winston called him, of all people, back? It didn’t fit with the do-gooder message he’d sent out. Jesse didn’t recall running with him much on the very few occasions he’d been sent to liaise with the main Overwatch forces, so it wasn’t out of some misplaced nostalgia. Winston’d been close with Tracer, though, and she’d seen him in action enough to know that he didn’t hold with tugging on heartstrings as a way to run things. None of Blackwatch had. Why did Winston bother sending the message out to them at all?

Jesse doubted many of the Blackwatch members - those still out of jail after the Petras Act stripped them of their pardons, anyway - would be at Gibraltar when he showed, with a message like that. Maybe Genji would. He’d been pretty tight with Reyes. Not as tight as Jesse, but the man needed some guidance on letting anger fuel you instead of rule you when he first joined up, and Reyes had that in spades. Jesse hoped he’d be there, or else he’d be running a covert mission in enemy territory solo, with no extraction plan and no end point. He could do it, but it’d be tricky. He hadn’t used anything more than basic infiltration skills in years, since his neighbors rarely required the effort. Overwatch was all trained operatives, though, and he’d be kept on his toes even with reliable backup.

Wasn’t worth borrowing trouble about, though. Jesse had more immediate concerns, like the best way to ditch Chris without raising too many suspicions, and how long he’d have to wait in Madrid before Peacekeeper made her own way across the Atlantic. And before all that, he needed to sleep. He knocked back the last swallow of his liquor and laid down, determined to get a little rest while he was secure.

It turned out that Peacekeeper wouldn’t be in Madrid after all. His smuggler contact had left him a coded message that told him to meet her for dinner in Malaga. Jesse’d had to hustle to get to the train, but he’d made it - and he was riding on the inside this time. Europe had more satellite cameras fixed on it than the deserts of the US did, and there was no reason to draw the attention of their flagging algorithms. Besides, the wireless connection inside the train was better.

One of Overwatch’s support staff had cooked up a program that disengaged an identity from public records gradually, in case anyone needed to use them again or the activity was being monitored. Jesse wasn’t supposed to have it still, but it’d been useful enough he transferred it from phone to phone. Over the next couple of weeks, Chris’s landlord and acquaintances would receive messages that his sister was sicker than he thought and he’d need to stay in Spain to manage her affairs. His bank account would make purchases to back that up. And with no close friends in the area, he’d quietly disappear unless Jesse needed him again. The program needed a stable connection to work, though, so it could learn from the communications he’d sent as Chris. The connection on the train was nicely anonymous, so it couldn’t be traced back to him.

Twenty minutes out from Malaga, Jesse took his bag into the bathroom. Instead of Chris’s baggy sweatshirt and wind pants, he put on tight jeans and a flannel button-up and pulled out a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. When he came out, he begged a hair tie off of a woman on the train, waggling his prosthetic fingers in explanation (they did get tangled in his hair if he wasn’t careful). When he was done, he looked like a tourist of a different type - a hipster American with a backpack and a guitar. The two days of stubble on his face made most natives peg him for an aging graduate student and give him a wide berth.

Carla, his contact, had left him a note at the Malaga information desk, and he followed her instructions to a worn-down bar that had probably been popular before the Crisis. It was looking a little worse for wear, though, and even before sundown had plenty of quiet, dark corners. Jesse spotted her iron-gray braid at a corner table and sat down, though not before getting a glass of wine at the bar.

“Auntie,” he said in Spanish as he settled in. He was sure Carla had heard his boots and spotted him well before he’d reached her table, but no use not being polite to someone who had your prize possession. “I hope you’ve been taking good care of my girl.”

Carla looked up at him and rolled her eyes. “Don’t I always?” she said in her crisp Iberian accent.

“You do, but the way you left Madrid, I’d almost think you wanted to keep her,” Jesse said, smiling in a way that didn’t hide the watchful glint in his eye.

Carla shook her head, but Jesse noticed she didn’t outright deny it. “Madrid gets so crowded this time of year,” she said. “It’s a little quieter here.”

“La Linea is even more peaceful, I hear,” Jesse said, leaning back as he sipped his wine. “That’s where I want to take her next.”

“Ah, going to take her to see the Rock?” Carla asked. “It’s quite the sight.”

“I am,” Jesse told her. “In fact, you could call it the reason we even came to Spain. There’s a little problem, though.”

“Oh?” Carla asked. “Nothing to spoil your holiday, I hope.”

Jesse put the fingers of his flesh hand to his mouth and then put it back on the table, like a man fighting the urge to bite his nails. “I hope not either. See, I want to cross the border, but I don’t have all her papers - her mother, you know how she is. But I really want her to be able to see the sights. Are the guards there understanding?” Meaning, of course, could they be bribed.

Carla shifted in her chair and leaned in on one elbow. “Most of them are family men and women, not career military the way it was a few years ago,” she said, meaning mob. “They should be able to work something out with you - they understand how it is for men in your position. After all, it’s not like there’s anything really dangerous she could get into these days.”

“That’s true,” Jesse agreed. “And I’ll keep a close eye on her, of course.” Meaning that he’d make sure Peacekeeper didn’t cause any trouble that brought too much attention to their operations.

Carla nodded. “I might just know a young man down there who could help you,” she said. “I’ll send him a message once I see you both get on the bus, and he’ll look out for you both.”

“I appreciate it,” Jesse told her, with an expression of relief. Carla’s reputation would make it a lot easier to get past the border guards while he was carrying. “How much did she cost you? I know how my girl can eat.”

“No, no,” Carla said, waving her hands in a way that was all show. “She was a pleasure. It wasn’t any trouble.”

“I insist,” Jesse said firmly. “Let me pay for the train tickets, at least. You couldn’t have been expecting Madrid to be so busy.”

“Well, that’s true,” Carla said. “But I’d watch your girl for you any time, you know that.”

“I do,” Jesse agreed. “Now, c’mon, tell me how much the tickets were, and I’ll pay you back.”

Carla named a sum with a show of reluctance, and Jesse added it to the already agreed-upon price before transferring it to her account. If she’d had to leave Madrid in such a hurry, it was probably because the law was getting too close for comfort, and Jesse was sure she’d had to bribe her way out. It was just good business to pay her back for that, and he’d been trusting Carla with Peacekeeper for a long time. His burner phone beeped, and after a moment, so did hers. She nodded, satisfied, and pushed away from the table.

“Come, let’s go get your girl,” she said. “I’m sure you missed her. She’s waiting at the bus station.”

Carla had been as good as her word. Even with Peacekeeper sewn into the lining of a laptop bag, Jesse hadn’t had any trouble getting past the border into Gibraltar, and even if she wasn’t at his hip, he felt better holding her steadying weight. He’d transferred all his belongings into a hiking backpack when he’d gotten there, and only as he started up the Rock did he send the signal from the communicator that would tell Athena and Winston he was on his way - and exactly how close he was. There were plenty of hidden protections that he was sure were still active on the base, and he’d need the signal to get in.

It only took a few moments to connect, and Winston’s voice was cautious as he answered. “McCree?”

“In the flesh,” Jesse answered. “Know I didn’t call ahead, but I was hopin’ my invitation still stood.”

#overwatch #mchanzo

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kakusu-shipping · 5 years ago

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Halloween plans (OW addition)

What me and my F/Os did for Halloween, because my irl Halloween plans were minimal and lacking Halloween spirit.

Zenyatta

Zen, Genji, and I all planned to do matching costumes ahead of time

Originally we were going to do characters from a game or show we all knew, but anything Genji and I suggested, Zen didn’t know

He was willing to dress up so we could have fun, but we’d rather all be something we understand

Eventually we decided to be a basic Halloween monster trio

Skullyatta, Zomji, and Vampile

We spent the most time finding Omnic safe and washable paints to decorate Zen and Genji

I already had most of a vampire costume together. Genji called me a dork

We didn’t really do anything aside from dressing up

McCree and Hanzo showed up some time late into the evening with a big bowl of candy dressed as eachother

We all watch horror movies until we passed out together on the couch

BOB

Deadlocke Pumpkin carving contest

It use to just be fun and games until McCree made one that looked like Ashe

Now she takes it very seriously, and if Ashe takes something seriously, all of Deadlocke takes it seriously

I hold knives very incorrectly and it makes BOB anxious every time

Ashe wins the contest

After that it’s basically a county fair of Autumn activities

Locals of Route 66 and the surrounding town attend as well

We set up food stalls and games

BOB, Ashe, McCree, and I set up a very elaborate haunted house

McCree is the tour guide that makes you feel safe

I’m the unsettling, just kind of there scare

BOB’s the big guy with a big weapon stands just out of your view silently scare

Ashe is the loud chases you with a chainsaw scare

We have a blast

Maximilian

A few of his associates are throwing Halloween parties

So we party hop throughout the night, for business reasons

Despite them being Halloween costume parties, Max does wear a real costume

It’s his usual black suit, with Orange accents instead of red and a mascaraed mask he spends most the time holding rather than wearing

I am in a simailar situation because I made the unwise choice of suggesting we wear matching costumes

Black and Orange waistcoat and dress clothes, plus a feathered tiny hat

I’m not a fan of parties but there’s expensive sweets at the tables and Max is making business talk so all’s well

The Talon Halloween party near the end of the night is a little better

Reaper and Sombra go all out on their costumes, and hold everyone else up to their standards

Neither are exactly pleased to see Max and I in Halloween themed suits rather than costumes, but what are you gonna do

It’s basically the same as Max’s business parties, with less expensive drinks and food and more causal discussions I can actually follow and be apart of

Lynx17

Hot tip: Lynx is a bit of a horror coward

They’ll deny it, but they are

So when the Overwatch youngster crew decided to go and check out local Haunted Houses, they weren’t excited

But I was, so they went anyway

Lucio, Lena, and Lynx are the jumpiest and scream at every little scare

Emily and I do our best to keep them calm

Hana and Jamie are in the back critiquing everything

Three houses in and Lucio wants to tap out

Hana and Jamie try to convince him to keep going, that those weren’t even the highest rated ones on the list tonight

But as we started on the fourth place, Brig punched an actor and broke his nose so.. yeah it was time to tap

We go grab some fast food and try to think of what to do with the rest of the night

Hana suggest we try Trick or Treating for a while

Lucio and Lynx say we’re all too old for that, and we all agree

Until Jamison asks what “Trick or Treating” is

We book it to the nearest Halloween Express, get our asses some cheesy costumes, and run around the highest grade neighborhood we can find

There are a few kids running around dressed as Overwatch active agents, which we of course took pictures of

Iggy

Costume DIY

Decoration DIY

Really everything is a Do It Yourself kind of thing

We don’t have anywhere to go Trick or Treating

And Iggy can’t eat candy anyway

So we just decide on some harmless Tricks to set up around the Underground

We follow the rule of pranks; Confuse, don’t Abuse

Emily and Lena invite us over for a Horror Movie marathon, and of course we go

Emily and I are the fans of horror, Lena and Iggy are here because they love us

Iggy and Lena are both easily surprise frightened, so jumpscares really mess them up

Emily and I are both immune to those kinds of scares, and spend most the movie calming Iggy and Lena back down

We spend the night piled up on Lena and Emily’s couch, eventually going from real horror to kid’s horror

The Nightmare Before Christmas, Paranorman, Halloween Town

We also watch Coraline and that was a mistake

#Overwatch #Self ship #Self Insert #Zenyatta #BOB #Max #Lynx17 #Iggy #Omnic Halloweens for my sad Halloween lacking heart #Didn't get to do much actual Halloween-ing this year #Tommorrow I'm gonna head to Kroger and buy some half off Halloween goods #So that'll be nice at least #Sorry to Lynx that most of their's is Overwatch younster's friendship #I just really want friends to do classic Halloween stuff with #Zen is the same way but with an older crew #Mostly Genji because my friendship with Genji means the world to me

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headspacedad · 5 years ago

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so the kind of funny thing here is that, back (blows dust off old meta) waaaay back during season one, when I used to roleplay Shiro over on Dreamwidth, he really hit it off with and eventually started dating D.Va. Lots of bonding over not admitting to battle trauma, love of flying and knowing what its like to wear an act because you’re representing something that’s bigger than you are to a lot of people. It was fun and the D.Va writer was amazing. I scrounged up a lot of Overwatch lore thanks to her.

So heck yeah - the Shiroganes are cousins with the Shimadas and grew up with them as kids! And Ryou loved Torbjorn and Brigitte and often retreated to their work shop/s when he needed to hide from the world and just create things for a while. The idea of McCree being the Big brother/uncle and of Reaper picking glitter out of his shotguns is incredible and golden and I love everything about it. The other paladins being awed by Shiro’s ‘famous’ friends is so cute and I am here for that! As well as Ryou and Sombra having a cautious ‘owe you one’ kind of thing going on. But mostly - yes, explosions. Junkrat and Ryou and ALLLLL the explosions.

@spacedvas

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ow was an old OLD hyperfix (like, 2016-2017 old) so its fun 2 talk about it again :) hmmmm what about... reaper?

OH!!!! i didn’t know u used to like ow but lowkey it makes sense

edgy dad!! i’m gonna be honest i don’t... play him a lot but i want to start

1. blackwatch reyes :))))

2. solider 24 bc i’m... gay....

3. i just have the default but i love his halloween intro because of how extra he is

4. the shrug!!!! love the shrug

5. is it cheating to say https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6A4Ogb7ltik&t=161s

6. i don’t!! shfjhdjfhdj

7. ok so someone somewhere said mccree would recognize reyes as reaper if he saw him which means he hasn’t seen him yet and doesn’t know he’s alive and i want. that canon interaction. also i want talon to do more like ok they tried and failed to steal doomfist’s gauntlet and broke doomfist out of jail and killed mondatta. now what? in overwatch 2 the main threat seems to be nullsector and talon aren’t really mentioned. lowkey i want more villainy stuff from a group i actually know the motivations of.

#(thank u uwu)#answered #overwatch

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yunasightx · 5 years ago

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So, I recently saw @rondoel was interested in hearing about Mcmercy Headcannons if Mccree and Mercy if were to have a happy ending , even if that’s not exactly how they picture their story themselves.

So, well , if anyone is interested in some Cowboy and Angel fluff (after a healthy amount of angst)) .. let me dust off the headcannons that have been collection dust for the last few years. Hope you enjoy !

Warning LONG Post / info dump incoming

Disclaimer: I headcannon Mcmercy as a slow burn couple who go from teenaged orphans who find a home in overwatch,to reluctant teammates , to friends who develop crushes , to lovers over the events of the story of Overwatch. ( there also might be a bit of fiddeling with the time line here, since Blizzard cant seem to make up their mind on how old Angela was when she was approached by Overwatch to join vs when Gabe gave Jesse his ultimatum)

Headcannon time!!

When Retribution happens Angela and Jesse (who are about 29-30 at this point) have been low-key daiting for about 7-8 years , (Because of their high profiles and responsibilities within Overwatch and Blackwatch, and because neither of them likes making a fuss about it, only the higher ranking memembers they are close to know they are together. When they are on the field, their jobs come first and they remain professional... with a few teases , flirts ,and hand holding snuck in here and there. But ultimately , getting the job done and keeping the team safe are their primary goals. ).

Before everything went to hell in a hand basket with Overwatch and Blackwatch, they started tentatively talking about next steps in their relationship. It’s no question that they wanted to stay together at this point ,but they were not in a rush for something like a wedding or kids at that moment. Jesse likes the idea to ultimenly have that one day if they can , and Angela.. doesn’t exactly hate it. It’s never been her thing before, but being with Jesse does it make her consider it .

Between the fall of the Swiss base/ disbanding of the Orignal OW and the Recall:

Jesse keeps track of when Dr Ziegler’s name is mentioned in the news , espically when Reaper starts going after former Overwatch members. He uses his contacts in the trafficking rings to get supplies to whatever relief camp or distaster she is helping with. And he’s still in contact with Genji , who he asks to make sure Angela is safe... even though the ninja is like “you know, she’s in Central America right now. You can go see her. She’s not mad at you. Well... not that mad anymore. And you know as well as I do that Angela can handel herself, you don’t have to worry about the bounty all the time. Why not set up a vacation in Fiji?”

(Ana joins in on this after Angela finds out she and jack are both alive. Jack doesn’t care because he’s never really liked the punk Gabe brought back from Route 66 and always though Angela deserved better. )

Meanwhile, Angela keeps track of every news article on Jesse being spotted and the bounty on is head for his arrest. She has a little map with marks following his sightings, and complains to Genji that he needs to be more careful. Since she moves around so often for when she is needed , she doesn’t keep many belongings — the acception beating a certain Deadlock belt buckle that was left to her and a shelf full of wooden figureines that Jesse would widdle during his downtime on missions and leave on her desk over the years. She’s the one who actually finds out about the location of Echo and through Genji and Baptise tracks down Sombra to pass the info to Jesse (in return she offers the information she knows about Moria and the basis of why she wanted her research , and possibly being able to reverse Ameile’s condition. )

Echo then gets in on this , because when Jesse told her “ They want me, but they need you.” She realizes he was talking about Angela after the others filled her in on everything that’s happened since while she was asleep. That Jesse didn’t want Angela to blame herself for what happened at the Swiss base, and the world did need Mercy again.

Post Recall:

Cue to Genji , Zen, and Ana tracking down Jesse and then pretty much dragging him and Hanzo back to the Gibraltar base — because he needs to stop being stubborn. Also cue Pharah, mei and echo telling Angela that she needs to stop being stubborn and stop avoiding him on base like an akward teen.

Eventually, they slowly start to pick up where they left off. It’s akward at first because they are still working through their own regrets and fears of letting people they cared about down, and wondering if they are on the same page while they try to figure out how to run the new Overwatch. They never stopped loving each other, but it takes time for them to find their footing again outside the battle field, espically since Jesse still has his bounty and can rarely leave the base.

Over time , Jesse naturally starts becoming the one that trains the new faces of Overwatch and eventually has his bounty lifted to where he can help lead missions , and Jack even recommends him as the new Striketeam leader ( that role he eventually passes on to Tracer in a few years ) Meanwhile, Angela works on establishing the infermary for Overwatch and working with the new supports and medics to get everything back inform to help people and fight talon.

As far as marriage or even a wedding, Angela is fine with just them understanding who they are to each other , and they don’t need a piece of paper to prove that. Jesse’s a little bit more a romanti —-nothing big and fussy , but he at least wants to exchange rings. They agree on a small ceremony on base with Reinhardt witnessing.... but, pharah, genji, Ana, echo , torb, Lena , and Brigitte go to town and end up decorating the whole base.

As far as kids .... They have their own reservations and fears about being able to be parents , but they ultimently just come to the decision to try, and if it happens it happens.

..........first try and they get landed with twins XD.

Jesse is banned from picking the names of American outlaws, so he goes with famous ones from other countries. Angela keeps going with names from one from Norse mythology ( ie: Tyr, Eri, Freya,Odin...but ABSOLUTELY no Loki.)

(Then , another little girl about two and a half years later . They also have a ranch in Montanta where they spend their downtime and have winter holidays with the overwatch crew. It’s been jesse’s project he been working on once he got off probation after joint Blackwatch)

Thanks for checking out this installment of “ when a writer who is a nerd has too much time on their hands”.

#mcmercy #ow headcanons #i got angst for leading up to the fall of overwatch too #rare pairs

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nitewrighter · 6 years ago

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Villains Want A Valkyrie Pt. 3

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

Read it on AO3 Here.

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The heart monitor beeped steadily as Gabriel Reyes stared at Mercy in the Talon medical wing. She stared right back, frozen in the doorway. Mercy felt Moira looming close behind, those heterochromatic eyes flicking over Gabriel’s figure, trying to parse what was the latest thing going wrong. Mauga had dropped off a while back to attend to some enforcers, but honestly the threat of another biotic grip from Moira was enough to keep Mercy relatively compliant. Still running any possible escape scenario she could through her head, but compliant.

Reaper was seated on an examination table, not looking very much like Reaper at all, hunched in a well-worn black hoodie and dark gray elastic cuff sweatpants with pristinely well-kept red and white sneakers. Mercy remembered Volskaya--shooting the bone-white mask off of his face, and the chilling shock that pulsed through her body at seeing the man she thought was dead for the past 5 years. He seemed smaller now--which was no easy feat considering the bulk of his figure thanks to the SEP serum. Little ashen bits were flaking off of the skin of his face and falling upward in a stream of black smoke. It seemed so terrifying when she had first seen it in that dark factory, but looking at it now under the bright lights of the medical lab, she felt like she was looking at him as a doctor and not an opponent. He was sick. He was clearly sick. In pain, even, but doing his best to remain composed in the midst of that.

The eyes were still unnerving. Black sclera, red irises, but the expression on his face seemed to disarm them, slightly. He had aged enough in his years of Overwatch for the scars and laughlines to shift and betray his own fear that he was tamping down. Maybe that was why he embraced the mask so easily . Years ago he had respected her, depended on her, then after Zurich she was another name on his list: the woman who condemned him to a living death just by trying to keep him alive.

“You can come in,” said Reaper, “I won’t bite.”

Mercy took a hesitant step into the room.

“You’re looking well,” said Reaper.

Mercy kept up a steady glare.

“This is awkward,” said Reaper.

“Last time we met you nearly killed me,” said Mercy, “And now you threatened innocent civilians to drag me here and ask me to save your life so you can keep killing. That’s well past awkward.”

Reaper gave a glance to Moira past Mercy’s shoulder, who gave him a slight ‘I told you so’ head tilt with an ‘It’s not too late to shoot her’ eyebrow raise.

“I know,” said Reaper, “I don’t have to tell you we’re in a war, Doc. I know you want to stay alive. You have to do everything you can to keep your work from falling into the wrong hands--and obviously your team would suffer from your absence. At this point, you’re free falling. Hoping your team can pull off another one of their crazy stunts to swoop in and catch you and save the day, because god knows you’ve had to do that over and over again for them. So you keep a cool head. You buy time. That’s fair.”

“Is this the ‘you have no hope of escaping’ speech? Because I don’t think anyone here has time for that,” said Mercy.

“I don’t like that you’re here, Doc. I really wish we didn’t have to bring you in, but I think we can help each other with this,” Reaper pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Gabriel--” Moira started in warning, but it was too late. Mercy winced back at the sight of visible bone and necrotizing flesh falling up and off his arm.

“I know you want to fix this,” said Reaper, slipping the sleeve back over his arm, “If not for my sake, then at least for fixing what’s been done to your tech’s sake. At least for the sake of knowing it can be undone.”

Reaper made brief eye contact with Moira and Moira’s face pinched slightly, but she seemed to remember what Reaper had said earlier about Mercy not being able to walk away from this. Mercy’s own expression was tense, her arms folded tight across herself, looking at Reaper’s arm with a combination of revulsion, regret, and curiosity.

“Just need you to patch me up one last time, Doc,” said Reaper.

“I’ve heard that before,” said Mercy, her brow furrowing.

“Yeah except you’re not bleeding out this time,” said Reaper, “Let’s keep it that way, right?”

-----

“Huh... I was wondering how all your comms data managed not to be split wide open by Talon cyber attacks,” said Lynx Seventeen in a vidcom window as a dizzing amount of data streamed down Athena’s screens, “I must say, your encryption algorithms are poetry--”

“Oh--” Athena made a noise that sounded like a tittering chuckle, “Well thank you. I do my best.”

“Can we please stay focused?” said Genji, pacing back and forth.

“Hey, this stuff’s just as much an art as a science, and doing it remotely like this takes time,” said Lynx.

“We should be going now, and figuring out which building in Venice she’s being held in is on the way.”

“This is educated guesswork at best!” said Lynx, their metal ears twitching with irritation, “I’m just compiling data gathered from Antonio’s complex combined with the logistical data of Talon’s movements during the Venice Incident. Even if I cross reference blueprints and building restoration records to compile a rough estimate of the most likely site Doctor Ziegler might be held in, you’d still be flying in blind with no knowledge of the building’s interior.”

“I’ve gone in with less,” said Genji.

“And missions where you’ve gone in with less have ended like Venice,” said Winston, frowning over a holographic map of agent locations, “Like McCree said, we’re spread thin.”

“I can go alone then--” said Genji, “Fewer variables, I’m harder to detect than a team---”

“Genji, we’re all as worried about her as you are--” McCree started.

“Are you!?” said Genji.

“But we can’t afford to be emotional about this. We’ve barely had the resources to keep Talon in check. Taking the fight to them is a whole other ball game.”

“Her medical knowledge has to be the primary explanation as to why Talon would snatch her up while still keeping her conscious,” said Jack, “She has time. And she’s smart, she can probably buy even more for herself.”

“You’ve seen what Reaper has done to her before,” said Genji, folding his arms tight across himself, “I can’t--I can’t go through that again. We can’t let that happen to her again. She’s been keeping us alive. We owe this to her. And every second we spend deliberating here--”

“We aren’t deliberating--we’re planning as best we can how to get her back,” said Jack, “And you are going to be on the rescue team. I promise you that. You and McCree have had experience in Venice before. But I’m going to need you to keep calm and let Lynx and Athena work.”

Genji’s shoulders bunched up. “I’m calm.”

“You’re really not,” said McCree.

“Take a walk,” said Jack.

“We’ll page you when we’ve drawn up an itinerary for the rescue mission,” said Winston.

“Come on,” said McCree, putting a hand on his shoulder and leading him out of the room.

They walked down the hallway a ways.

“Y’know you still gotta debrief from that last mission,” suggested McCree.

“Ana and Tracer should cover it sufficiently,” said Genji.

“Genji, I don’t need to be able to see your face to tell when you’re going down a black hole. I’m scared for the doc, too! Terrified! But if we fuck this up she could end up dead.”

Genji visibly winced at McCree’s words.

“Your hacker said you were flying blind,” a voice spoke up from just up the hal and Genji and McCree both stopped and looked to see Hanzo leaning against the wall.

“I don’t recall you being invited to that meeting,” said McCree, folding his arms.

Hanzo held up what appeared to be a semi-deconstructed tip of a sonar arrow. “I don’t like being kept out of the loop,” he said, pocketing the tip.

“How much of the watchpoint have you bugged?” said McCree.

“That’s not important right now.”

“Oh I think it’s pretty imp---” McCree started.

“What are your thoughts, Hanzo?” said Genji.

“I... “ Hanzo straightened himself up slightly, “I have a contact who might be able to help us.”

“...you have contacts in Talon,” said McCree.

“Former Talon,” said Hanzo, “And he’s a medic as well. With Angela in Talon’s custody, I believe he’s the best person we can bring in.”

McCree gave a wary glance to Genji. “I don’t know how I feel about going behind Winston and Jack’s back about this...”

“Can you get in contact with him?” asked Genji.

Hanzo gave a single nod.

---

Just being in Moira’s lab made Mercy’s skin crawl. It had virtually no natural light and the entire room was cast in a sickly yellow glow that rippled with watery shadows from the massive biotic tank at the center of the room. She kept it clean, as any scientist worth their salt would,

“It’s a threefold problem,” said Moira as she brought up a projection of Reaper’s cells on a large holographic screen.

“The primary problem being your modifications to Reaper’s cellular structure,” said Mercy, leaning forward at the projection.

“There is nothing wrong with my modifications,” said Moira, “The variables presented by the SEP program and your little Lazarus stunt back in Zurich on the other hand...”

“Nothing wrong with your modifications?” said Mercy, glancing at Moira’s withered hand.

“This is trial and error,” said Moira, running a thumb over one of the silvery veins on her hand, “I took the first risks with rabbits and myself to make sure I got it right,” she turned her attention back to the screen. “As I was saying. Threefold.”

“The nanites, the SEP serum, and the resurrection,” said Mercy.

“Indeed.”

“Moira--” Mercy folded her arms across herself, “If Gabriel is going to survive this, I’m going to need to understand more about your nanites.”

“Because of course only you can save him,” said Moira with an eye roll, “Our guardian angel.”

“I’m more than happy to get out of this lab and leave Reaper in your capable hands,” Mercy said tensely.

“And I wish we could kill you, plastinate your brain, use it as a paperweight, and be done with it but I’m afraid we’re both stuck here and unhappy until Gabriel starts dying less,” said Moira, not even looking away from the screen.

“The nanites,” said Mercy,

“They’re modified from the nanobots of biotics to assimilate into human tissue and then allow that tissue to re-assimilate itself to their own abilities. What about them?”

“There’s more to it than that. I doubt you just woke up one morning and said, ‘Oh you know what will help the world? Turning people into energy-sapping smoke monsters.’”

Moira scoffed. “Your first error is assuming science is about altruism. The point of science is understanding. We must find out everything we can about ourselves and the universe we live in. Whether that’s to our benefit is irrelevant.”

“I’m sure anyone under your care as a medic is thrilled to hear that,” said Mercy.

Moira just scoffed. “The greatest leaps in evolution were shifts on a cellular level and massive expansions in biodiversity. I saw the world within an evolutionary funnel... in the midst of our own anthropocentric mass extinction event, and a severe reduction in human biodiversity from the severe population drop from the Omnic crisis. We needed an edge. A cellular edge. I thought, what if our form as multicellular organisms wasn’t static? What if we could move beyond the movements of our bodies as dictated by our own somatotopy? What might we be able to do with the neuro-cellular capabilities of a cephalopod while still maintaining our highly advanced abstract reasoning capabilities? What if we could push that cellular control even further than that?”

“Cephalo--You wanted us to be like octopuses?” Mercy’s voice pitched up.

“Well in terms of balancing abstract problem solving and extremely refined control of the physical body...” said Moira. She made eye contact with Mercy. “Oh don’t give me that look.”

“I highly doubt Reyes would agree to a trial of your treatments because he wanted to be more like an octopus,” said Mercy, flatly.

“He wouldn’t,” said Moira, “He turned to me because other members of the SEP program--surviving members of the SEP program-- were dying.”

Mercy blinked several times, “No, the US government--”

“Had blacked out all history of the SEP program for fear of other country’s replicating it... but that couldn’t stop its effects,” said Moira, “The adaptability of nanites would mean Gabriel would be capable of producing NK cells at will to fight any cancerous incursions---he’s not just a ‘Smoke monster’ Angela. The nanites function close to stem cells--in fact they’re even more adaptable. They were going to be his best defense against any potential cancers or organ failure from the SEP serum.”

“...so the current state of necrosis in his body--” Mercy started.

“Has essentially metastasized throughout his body because of the nanites and more and more organic components of his body are being destroyed by nanites because the sick cells are recognized as threats to the whole, yes, I know,” said Moira, “You’re all caught up. Happy?”

“I--well... that’s a start,” said Mercy.

A long pause passed between them.

“He got it for Jack’s sake, too, didn’t he?” said Mercy, watching a nanite cell attack a sickly organic cell on the screen, “He’d test it out on himself first so that if the SEP serum ever started negatively affecting Jack...”

“That goes without saying,” said Moira, stiffly.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” said Mercy, “Watching people you care about... collapse despite everything you--”

“I don’t give a damn about your bedside manner or your pathetic attempts to build a rapport,” said Moira, “I’ve heard all your cute little speeches at the UN long enough to know that you’re a parking boot on the wheels of progress, so stop wasting Gabriel’s time and just do what you were brought here to do.”

“This is really upsetting you, isn’t it?” said Mercy.

“If it is, we had bloody well better fix it, shouldn’t we?” said Moira, her withered hand flexing at her side.

Mercy bit the inside of her lip, realizing she wouldn’t be able to buy herself too much time deliberating with Moira. And pushing Moira would probably just end up with her in another biotic grip or worse.

“I’ll need samples,” said Mercy, “Blood, urine, spinal fluid if you have it--” she perked up, “Marrow! His-”

“His bone wasn’t decomposing as fast as the rest of him,” said Moira, her head lifting up,” she furrowed her brow slightly, “An unpleasant procedure, but he should be stable enough for it. I have his blood and spinal fluid on ice and it shouldn’t take too long to get the urine but.. a marrow sample might provide new data.”

“Good,” said Mercy, looking back at the screen, “That’s good.” Another long silence passed between them as Moira stooped over her lab terminal and typed in a few commands to begin preparations for the marrow extraction procedure. “I--Just so you know, despite... despite all the horrible things he’s done, all the horrible things he’s letting you do, I do want to help him,” said Mercy.

“Oh I know you do. You always did. See where that got him,” said Moira.

#gency

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elfiesink · 5 years ago

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Here’s the next chapter of And Get Burned posted to tumblr first surprise

There are a lot of different kinds of love. Romantic. Familial. Platonic. There’s love that makes you want to go cliff diving and plunge into the cold ocean and love that makes the world feel steady. You didn’t know if you loved Reaper. You could, someday. Or maybe you loved him now and just didn’t want to admit it. Life seemed to love pulling the rug out from under your feet whenever you found any kind of comfort and stability. Wouldn’t it be the way of things if you decided that you loved him only for everything to come crashing down on you, the way it always did? It was easier to say that you didn’t know. That you appreciated him, that you liked his attention, that you liked his time, that you liked the way he found you only to pull you into his arms and stand like that for a few brief moments before letting you go on with your day. Maybe it was fear, then, that kept you from saying that you wanted him at your side at all times. Not just when you desperately needed it. But always. Even when things were okay.

Part of you was afraid to love him, afraid of that every interaction with him was the sea receding from the shore and preparing to drown you in a wave of whatever secrets he kept. The other part of you wanted to just love without fear consequences be damned. But you were scared. A lot of the time. All the time. You hadn’t been completely free from worry since… Well. Overwatch.

It was easier to double down on your hunt for overwatch’s traitors than it was to look at who you’d become, wasn’t it? Easier to take Sombra’s call and get onto another Talon jet and lean back with a glass of wine in one hand and a tablet in the other. The manor was a couple thousand square feet of unnecessary, all imported wood floors and hand laid mosaics. Situated just close enough to loom over their neighbors but with a tall brick fence trimmed in painfully sharp looking iron decorations. Cameras everywhere, a private security force, with a plentitude of incredibly nosy neighbors looking to get over on whoever they could. It was a challenge. Not the sort of job you would regularly take for the sake of your reputation. But the woman in question was throwing a party, and you weren’t one to pass up the opportunity to spice up the parties of the rich and boring.

Getting in wasn’t a problem. Talon could provide false identities at the drop of a hat. Another new name on top of the thousand others you had put on and thrown away. Maybe you would throw away Wrath too. Be nothing more than a face and the lingering smell of charcoal. For now you were a bright smile, expensive clothes, and a glass of the most expensive chardonnay available. It was awfully nice of your host to provide you with good snacks before you murdered them and ruined their big social event. There’d been plenty of people who hadn’t even put out a bottle of water before you scorched them into the ground. The most you’d ever gotten is a half-stale bag of forgotten pita chips, and those just made good kindling.

You were relaxed. Comfortable. Confident. You were in her house. You knew where her car was, where her helicopter pad was, where her panic room was. You knew how long it would take you to disable all three if you were so inclined. A shame the back up generator was so very exposed. It would have been smart to tuck it away in the panic room but then it wouldn’t look like such a luxurious little lounge now would it? Can’t ruin the aesthetic.

A shame you were just here to murder and destroy. You somewhat craved the game of creeping right in front of someone’s face, stealing all of their little secrets. Craved the pleasure of smiling at someone while you walked right out the front door with an armful of everything they wanted to keep hidden. Maybe you could find something anyway. If you were just going to destroy it all there couldn’t be much harm in taking your pick of whatever made it through the fire. There was really a shortage of pretty things that could withstand being caught up in a raging inferno and that was a crime against you, specifically.

You wandered down the hallways, smiling at passersby who were also passing judgement on the decor. It was sterile, bordering on artificial. Perfect modern walls in the lightest shade of blue they could get away with while still claiming the walls weren’t white. They were blue, of course, trimmed in white molding and dotted with paintings that bordered on monochrome themselves for a ‘splash of color’. Lots of vocal points with nothing to say. There was one piece that you liked, a glass sculpture in shades of red, orange, and yellow. Bittersweet and full of regrettable memories. But you liked it nonetheless. Lingered in front of it while you barely touched the still full glass that was starting to go a little warm. You sighed and took it down in a single drink, leaving the glass empty next to the little sculpture.

As you left a hand clasped around your mouth, and a much stronger hand gripped one of your arms, dragging you into a small storage closet. Which was bad for them. You calmly raised your hand to theirs, scorching them for just a second before they tore away from you with a muffled curse. You spun and slammed your hand into their throat. A ball of fire burst to life in your other had, revealing an unimpressed looking McCree pointing to his throat.

“Do we have to do this.”

“I dunno McCree. Did you have to drag me into a dark room?”

“I didn’t want to risk making a scene. What are you doing here?”

Oh yeah. Dragging someone into a room definitely wasn’t making a scene. He was lucky the hallway was empty and that you weren’t ready to spring your trap on the target just yet. You wanted to make sure she was caught in a corner when everything went up. You slowly released McCree’s neck and took a step back. He didn’t need to know that.

“Can’t I have a social life?”

“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re here for Talon, why?”

“What I do and why couldn’t be less your business. Why don’t you tell me why the fuck you’re here. This isn’t your scene.” You kept the fire dancing in your hand, staring more at the flames than him. You were curious. He was never a player who enjoyed dressing up and stealing with a smile. So if he was here than there was something interesting. Unless he was here to save this woman’s life, but why would he. She betrayed him as much as you. She sold out all of Overwatch for the sake of a life in the fast lane. There was nothing to gain in protecting a traitor.

“I need something. A key, looks like a flash drive. For Echo.”

“Echo… the omnic?” Needed a key? You’d never met her yourself. But the way McCree was looking, she was important.

“It’s… Can you help.”

“What? Like. How.”

McCree gave you a withering look, leaning against the wall of the closet with one arm crossed over the other. You immediately put up your hands to stop him. You knew what you said. You also knew what you meant by it. You didn’t need any of his sass.

“I mean. What do you need done.”

A smile. “I need to find out where it’s being kept, might need help getting it if it’s in a safe. You can burn through metal right.”

“I didn’t say I was going to help you!” You snapped. But he just grinned and you flicked a harmless spark his way. You were going to help him. Why not? You were going to burn this place down and kill a woman anyway, might as well get your fix of subterfuge by stealing from her first. But you really didn’t want your face tied to McCree. If you were going to end up on police watchlists it was going to be for your own selfish gain, not for another spontaneous outburst of charity.

“Thanks, I owe you one Smokes-”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll meet you in the office. Don’t want to ruin your reputation right?” He winked and opened the door to the closet, motioning you out. You fought to wipe the snarl from your face as you walked out into the hallway. Anger was just as good as wearing a spotlight at parties like this. You put on your calmest, most pleasant smile, found a glass of champagne, and began to wander your way towards the stairs.

There were guards everywhere. Just enough to make getting up the stairs in any kind of subtle fashion impossible. If you tried just burning them all to death you risked your actual target getting spooked and running away. You wanted her to run to the panic room if she was going to run anywhere and that was unlikely if her guards were piles of ash in her hallway. You knew from your prep work that climbing up the outside windows would get you unwanted attention from the guests in the gardens and the neighbors next door with their faces plastered to their bedroom windows, pretending to sneer at their neighbors frivolity while they desperately want to be invited.

A smile slowly spread over your face. You knew of a very easy way to lure the guards from the stairs. It would put McCree’s business on a time limit but he deserved that sort of stress. You could get an easy out, falling into the chaos.

Your target was in a large, open living area. She stood next to a fireplace, silly thing, a bottle of wine in her hand. Her dress close to the thin glass that sheltered her from the fire.

Was it subtle? No. Was it a brilliant flash of fire that swarmed over her and then down over the carpet? Yes. Could you, an innocent bystander, who screamed and ran for a fire extinguisher, be blamed? Well that would just be silly. The fire extinguisher was quickly ripped from your hands and you were sent out of the room with the rest of the guests as the screams died down and the fire began to spread. It was enough of a distraction to clear your way to the stairs and keep all eyes from you.

“That’s a lot of screaming.” McCree eyed you as you slipped into the office, content with yourself.

“I got my job done, now time for yours.” You shrugged, “Where’s the safe? Oh also I set the house on fire.”

“Oh? Really? That’s new.” McCree pushed a button beneath the desk, causing one of the bookshelves to swing wide. She couldn’t even hide it somewhere interesting. Like underneath the floor, or disguised in plain sight. You weren’t really one to talk though you wouldn’t pass up the chance for a hidden bookshelf safe. You slowly dragged your hand down along the keypad panel, a small line of white hot flame cutting into the metal. Luckily it wasn’t one of the trapped safes. You would’ve needed to call Sombra in if you saw the tell tale branding and the last thing you wanted was her smug face when you tried to pretend you weren’t helping Jesse Fucking McCree.

“You know… Winston put out a recall.”

You raised your eyebrow and glanced his way while you dragged your flame to complete the circle, popping the keypad out of place. “Did he? Isn’t that illegal.”

“You work for Talon.”

“Figured Winston was above breaking the law.” You shrugged, tossing the metal piece aside and holding a barely warm flame towards the opening. The safe was filled to the brim. McCree moved to your side and searched for just a second before immediately grabbing a small white box.

“That’s what we’re for, right?” McCree opened it, smiling warmly at the contents, “That’s why I’m rescuing Echo; Winston needs help.”

You frowned, “What, are you going to tell me he needs some firepower?”

“I figured I’d leave the puns to you. Talon aint you. This is you, doing the right thing, even if it’s the wrong way.”

“Like you ever knew me.” You were distracted. Part of you wanted to get angry and start throwing sparks his way. The other of you was aware of the way your other fire was growing, how easily it fed on the art and tapestries that filled the house. There wasn’t time for arguing, not really. The both of you should be moving. You shoved him towards the door, pointing to the smoke already slipping through the cracks.

“I always thought we were friends. The only thing we ever argued about was her.” McCree said it with venom. He raised his serape to cover his face and lead the way out of the office.

“Friends? You thought I was the mole!” You snapped, tunneling heat to give yourself some sort of protection from the smoke. You were fireproof, not airborn chemical proof. Moira would take care of it one day.

McCree paused on the stairs, giving you the first angry look you’d seen on his face since, since Overwatch really. But he said nothing. Instead he just lead the way outside, leading you through a small hole in the backyard fence that led out into the tiniest alleyway, right onto the street. You covered your face now. Smoke inhalation could be fixed but cameras seeing you would be a problem. The two of you slipped out of the neighborhood without a trace. Just like old times. You ended up in a small darkened park watching the night sky lit up by the rising flames of an uncontrolled fire. The houses being so close together was a poor decision in the end.

“I never thought it was you, that was bullshit and I argued against it.” McCree snarled, angry not at you but at… at your bosses. Old, bosses.

“It didn’t make sense. You never lied, ever. About anything, except maybe your feelings about Reyes but even then your lies were weak. Your only contacts were internal. I tried Arson. I tried so damn hard and you know what, I left. There were a lot of reasons that I wrote down that day, and there’s stuff I can’t tell ya. But I know it wasn’t you.”

He had you speechless for a moment. All these years you were angry at your friends for not sticking up for you, but the one man you didn’t consider a friend was the one who did.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” You leaned on a tree. Stared at your feet for a bit. For someone who worked in intelligence you were real damn wrong. At least being an asshole wasn’t a surprise to you; you were quite familiar with the role. McCree snorted and ruffled your hair.

“Don’t be, you were screwed over. But things are different now. The world’s on the brink and it needs us to do something about it. You could be a tide turner.”

“... What if Winston doesn’t agree with you though. What if he doesn’t want me involved. I mean. I’ve spent over a year working for Talon, if you don’t count everything I’ve done for Vishkar.” Not that you were considering it. You were comfortable where you were, not being the good guy. And even if Overwatch was reforming it would be Overwatch, not Blackwatch. There wouldn’t be a place for you unless they met to have you on barbeque duty. Sure they could put you in combat but, you weren’t an angel or a flash of blue light. You were roaring flame. And how long would it take to connect your powers with the underworld?

“He wants you there, trust me. I’ve got things to do but, I’ll meet up with you back at Gibraltar. We’ll see things fixed.”

“I didn’t say I was going.”

A smug smirk, a tip of his hat, and McCree started walking away. You built up a quick fireball that fizzled out as a thought hit you. One that was far more important than fucking with the people you knew contributed to Overwatch’s fall. One that was personal.

“McCree. Who do you think it was then.”

“Partner… You know who I think it was.” He kept walking, didn’t look back. He was wrong of course. Just the same old feelings coming back. There wasn’t evidence there… and you didn’t want to look. Because if you did you would be completely alone. Left to consume yourself to cinders with no one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. Or, rather, without anyone to shake her head calmly and make you drink water until you calmed down. To let you lay about in a lab while you whined about things that, to her, meant nothing. You needed your best friend.

McCree had to be wrong. He had to be.

#Reaper x Reader #McCree holding up a soot covered reader like 'this is my friend they are very angry but they are a good friend'

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thoughtfulfangirling · 5 years ago

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I was grinding for some wins in Overwatch for the Mercy skin and just not having luck. Lost five straight games in a row. One started with someone spamming a slur in chat so I told them that's gross, wouldn't play with them, and left (QP). Another loss ended with a tank calling the whole team trash and should uninstall. As you can imagine, I was feeling pretty discouraged.

I then got into a match with someone on mic, who I acknowledged. They, masculine sounding, asked if I/we were grinding for the event to which I said I was but that it wasn't going well. They announced we were going to win the game, and then promptly did lead us to a win on Reaper. At the end, I thanked them for the callouts and wins, and they invited me to play with them and the other dps on the team. I was wary ofc. Two dps, the only talker sounding male, and most importantly, completely randos. But it had been fun for the first time that night so I joined.

Next game, that person played McCree, and I think that's their Main. Which, @rosepetalrevolution, I think you can appreciate. Hahaha. Tho the third and final game I played with them they played Widow (to counter the enemy Widow which they did beautifully). I kept waiting for them to do something cringe or to make me regret the teamup but I never did. I had a lot of fun and we won all three games I played with them! It was just really wholesome and really heartening. I'm sad I had to drop out to get ready for bed. It was great. Rare occasion on OW 🧡

#tf plays video games #tfgoc

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cyberrat · 6 years ago

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22nd Batch Masterpost

Here they are! they’re all pretty much jumbo sized (1200 words)

1. Hanzo + McCree and/or Genji and/or Reinhardt – Alpha!Hanzo loves the forbidden Alpha dick...

2. Reinhardt/Doomfist – younger bois; Doomfist domming young crusader Reinhardt

3. Lúcio/Reaper (+Lúcio/Rein) – continuation B21F2 – Gabriel keeps showing off and dirty talking sweet Lúcio and is very possessive over his fellow Omega.

4. Mauga/somebody – Mauga joins OW and everybody goes crazy thirsty over him.

5. Mauga/Baptiste – ABO; secret Omega Baptiste goes into heat. Mauga saves him from Talon Alphas. Mmmmhhhh good boi Mauga

6. Hanzo/somebody – housewife Hanzo “”””””””””””accidentally””””””””””” locks himself out of his apartment and has to go to the neighbors because he also doesn’t has his cell on him... the neighbors of my choosing take advantage

7. (and 8) Gabriel/Soldier; but really Gabriel/Raikou – Pokewatch; Gabriel gets fucked for reasons by Jack’s Raikou. Raikou stimulates his prostate with sparks of electricity.

8. (soft sequel to 7) Gabriel/Soldier; but really Soldier/Entei – Pokewatch; Jack gets fucked for reasons by Gabriel’s Entei. Gabriel pumps him full with a magma hot load (glowing belly bulge)

9. R76 – Jack has a fucking machine and attached the bad dragon dildo Flared Chance to it. Gabriel is fascinated but shy to try it out. Belly bulge, gaping, fucked sloppy and all the good shit

10. Crowley/Aziraphale – Snake Crowley having his fun with Aziraphale... giving him a snake BJ and wriggling his tail into him

11. Gavin900 – Gavin has long been fucked dry and the orgasms are more painful than anything but he has yet to use his safeword. Gavin crying... as per usual öfdlajdöflkjasö he’s a lil bitch

12. Reaper76 + Rein76 – TALON AU; Reaper needs a favor of Rein. Rein borrows 76 as a consequence. 76 thinks its only for maid duties and humiliation but Rein wants him on his dick too :) (only 1000 word one)

Thank you as always! will start writing later and hopefully begin posting today as well

#masterpost #masterlist

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overwatch-inserts-iguess · 6 years ago

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Ok you don’t appear to have a character limit so I’d like to request jealousy headcanons for all the OW boys please (but let me know if this is too much idk?) 🌈

Because we didn’t have a character limit set up, I will still do this one. It took a while, and they are kinda short, but I will add to the rules that the new character limit is 6 characters!

Doomfist (Akande):

- Would brood silently

- Staring down at the person who was getting a bit too friendly with you

- It wouldn’t take long for the person to feel the hostility radiating off of him

- If they continue to get slightly physical with you, he will walk up and grab the person by the neck, and drag them away, giving a less than friendly warning to never talk to you again

- If they look him dead in the eye and kiss your cheek or something

- ha

- death

Genji (gengu):

- Would be slightly insecure

- He is still getting used to his cyborg body, and is self conscious of his looks

- He would be rather quiet for the rest of the day until you ask what’s wrong

- In a quiet apprehensive voice: “Y/N, Do… Do you love me…?”

- He wouldn’t confront the person who is making him jealous unless you get visibly uncomfortable

- Then, all the rage he had in him when he was in Blackwatch starts to bubble up

- But he calmly would walk over, resting his hand on your shoulder, and ask the person to kindly go away

- If they don’t, he will try and drag you away, not wanting to fight

- If they try to pick a fight, well, Genji won’t mind

Hanzo (handsoap):

- Like Genji, he is slightly insecure

- But he hides it well with is ‘I was the heir to the Shimada Clan, I am royalty, so bow before me peasant!’

- Ok maybe not exactly like that

- But he would hold his head up high and gracefully storm (is there a word for that??) over to you, grabbing your hand in his

- He would give the person a look of distaste and slight anger before kissing your head and dragging you off

- No one is worthy enough to even be in your presence

- (He often thinks this to himself, and you have to remind him that you are ordinary, and love him)

Junkrat (Jamison/Jamie):

- No subtlety

- Like always

- Storms up to the person

- And really lets them have it

- “And who the fuck ah yah? Thies lovely lady roigh’ heah is moine, sao tyke yoah feelthy hahnds, shove thaem up yah ahrse, and layve us alone!” (I’m sorry)

- His accent gets really thick when he’s angry

- The person ‘bothering you’ will get scared off

- You have to remind him that not every person who talks to you is hitting on you

Lucio (frogboi):

- Lowkey would not understand he was feeling jealous

- Would walk up to you smiling, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a kiss

- “How’s my girlfriend/boyfriend doing?”

- He would be wary of the person who was getting close to you

- If/When he figures it out that he got jealous, he’d be slightly worried

- He trusts you, so why does he feel like this?

- When He brings it up to you, he looks so sad and disappointed in himself

- Like it was his fault

- But you reassure him it’s natural, and you get jealous too sometimes

- And he gets back to his bubbly self in no time

McCree (Jesse):

- Subtle

- He would wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you close

- Smiling at the person who seems to be bothering you, but his eyes are like steel

- “Howdy darlin’, how ya been?”

- He’d kiss your forehead, and listen politely to whoever is talking

- But his arm would never leave your waist

- If it is the same person over and over again however

- He will walk up to you, and pull you into a passionate kiss, flipping off the person who was flirting with you

Reaper (Gabriel Reyes):

-heheheheh

- Death comessssssss

- He would stalk over to them, his eyes boring through theirs

- Grab your waist and pull you into an aggressive kiss

- Like, your lips will be slightly swollen and you will be woozy from lack of oxygen

- He would hold your hand in his, and growl at whoever is bothering you

- “Leave them alone, or I will make sure you won’t be able to come near them again…”

- He would pick you up bridal style, and stalk away

- He’s peanut butter and jealous

Reinhardt (Rein):

- He very rarely gets jealous

- Like, he assumes that you just have a lot of friends

- But once he does get jealous

- whoooooboyyyy

- It’s a sight to see

- Reinhardt is 7’4’’ (2.23m)

- He is a large lad

- So when he gets jealous, he is really heckin intimidating

- He will just lean down real low, so his face is right in front of whoever is bothering you

- “And what do we have here…?”

- They usually stop harassing you after Reinhardt has had his little chit chat with them

Roadhog (Mako):

- You can feel the hostility radiating off of him

- He is a pretty quiet guy, he talks to you a lot, but even then it isn’t more than a couple sentences.

- So when he gets jealous, he gets creepily quiet

- He will stand behind you while you talk to the person who is making him jealous

- And everyone will be able to feel the glare Mako is giving this person

- Talk about if looks could kill

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saltytothecore · 6 years ago

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@eledhiel13

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youraveragejoke caught me lying about wips this...

wait wait i want another, what is change for the boatman because that sounds like it’s leading somewhere excellent and possibly angsty

lol okay. That’s my pretty deadly(ish) au. Jesse is the son of Death (which is how he has Deadeye) and is basically rouge in the sense that he’s still living out his mortal life and refuses to be a proper reaper like Death’s other children.

It starts with Genji cajoling him into joining the Recall after he’s sort of blown it off, but he agrees to go. When he meets Hanzo, Hanzo has already been at Gibraltar for a couple of months, but he’s mostly just keeping to himself and not really integrating with the rest of the team in any meaningful fashion. Jesse senses one of the other reapers close by, and realizes that she, Despair, is circling Hanzo.

So Jesse has a choice--Jesse has claim to collect Hanzo’s life, because he’s Jesse McCree but he’s also Vengeance, and if he wanted he could confront the other reaper and demand that he be the one to collect Hanzo. He might not like Hanzo and hates what he did, but his best friend is sick with worry and really, truly want to reconcile with his brother.

Despair is a slow knife but Jesse’s never had that kind of patience.

Jesse turns left and steps into the Veil.

Despair looks the same as she always has—petite, with wide, rounded features. Her white hair billows out around her head, the tight curls cloudlike. She stands just behind Hanzo like a shadow. Something is clasped in her hands, something Jesse knows instinctively.

“Sister,” he says, tipping his hat. It’s only polite, after all.

“Hello, little brother,” she replies. Her smile is soft and sad. She looks young, younger than Jesse at any rate, but she is old. Ancient, even. He has very few siblings older than her. “It has been too long, Ve—”

“Jesse,” he interrupts through gritted teeth. “My name is Jesse. That’s the name Mama gave me, and I’d take it as a kindness if you used it.”

“And the name Father gave you?”

“Fuck him, and fuck the horse he rode in on.”

Despair sighs. It’s a heavy sound, deeper than her frame would suggest. Jesse refuses to shudder.

“Well then, Jesse, to what do I owe your attention?”

Jesse jerks his head at Hanzo.

“He’s mine.”

Despair cocks her head, confused.

“You’ve got his life, and you might have claim, but he tried to kill my best friend, and that means I have as much claim to him as you. And I want him.”

“What are you up to?” Despair asks, narrowing her eyes.

“Maybe I’m comin’ round to doin’ my job.”

Despair shakes her head.

“No, that’s not it.”

She stares at him, stares into him. Jesse sticks his chin out and crosses his arms. She hasn’t got anything on Reyes on a tear. Let her look.

“Oh, little brother, you are far too clever for your own good,” Despair says, her slim shoulders slumping.

She hands him a red thread. He takes it without looking at how much has unraveled. He truly doesn’t want to know. He hides it in his pocket, and turns back.

#wip meme

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great-master-airplane · 7 years ago

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OH SHIT 4 AND 14 FOR REAPER76

OH SHIT YOU GOT IT!

4. “I can’t lose you. I couldn’t even fathom it.”

14. “Don’t call me that.”

Gabriel Reyes was in deepshit.

He walked toward his room,bones weary, shoulders sagging from the night’s stress. At the moment, all hewanted to do was crawl in his room and pretend Rialto never happened. That thewhole fucking Blackwatch mission had never happened. Then maybe he could getJack’s face out of his head—that stunned look of disbelief, of frustration, of anger.

Betrayal. Gabe had made apretty big mess of things, and he still wasn’t sure if he was sorry or not. Heshould be feeling a little guilty, right? It should bother him that he starteda literal shitstorm that they would all suffer from for—for—for how long?

It didn’t matter. Antoniowas dead. Somebody would step up to take his place, but at least that was oneless Talon son of a bitch in the world.

When Gabriel entered hisroom, he was surprised to find Jack there. The blond was sitting on the bed,shoes off, dressed down in a pair of sweatpants and one of Gabriel’s oldOverwatch shirts. The logo, though faded into nothing but a splotchy design againstgrey cotton, still looked inspiring from its place on Jack’s chest.

Jack could inspireanybody, even dressed casually. Hell, Gabewas pretty sure he would follow Jack into battle with that on. He wasprobably a little biased, but Jack—Jack was the golden boy. The one with thestatue, and it was well-deserved. He was the light in the darkness after along, long day, even when the prospect of night looked even longer.

Belatedly, once he’dstopped and stared his fill of the Strike Commander, Gabe hoped that Jackwasn’t there to yell at him some more. He’d heard enough of it in thedebriefing room, and he just wasn’t in the mood. Everybody was mad at him.McCree wouldn’t talk to him. Moira kept wearing that disconcerting smile ofhers that made Gabriel’s skin crawl. Genji… well, he wasn’t quite sure what wasgoing through the quiet ninja’s mind.

And Jack was justdisappointed. He hadn’t said as much, but Gabe could real him like an openbook. There had been disappointment in the hard, almost detached narrow of hisblue eyes, in the tight press of his mouth as he tried not to tell Gabriel whathe really thought of the mission. Inthe hunch of his shoulders, his perfect posture bending at last under theweight of what Gabe had done.

And that had just been atthe meeting. Now, Jack just looked tired. He kept his head down, not looking atGabriel. Not even flinching as Gabe began the tedious task of removing hisarmor. His gear went next, and he winced at the sight of his wild, greasy hairwhen he removed his beanie. He ran his fingers through it, giving up after thefirst try, and then ambled over to the dresser to find something morecomfortable to wear. He almost went commando, but Jack didn’t look like he wasin the mood.

Hell, Gabriel wasn’t evenin the mood. He just felt too bone-weary, his limbs growing too heavy to do muchmore than tug on a pair of sweatpants. These must’ve been Jack’s; they felt alittle tight in the thighs and they were covered in American flags. Gabe didn’tcare; if Jack was allowed to wear his shirt, then Gabe was allowed to wear hispants. They’d arrived at that point in their relationship a long time ago.

Unless Gabriel had fuckedthat up, too. He could almost feel it—a canyon-sized rift forming between them,tugging and pulling them apart. Gabe had to wonder how much longer until one ofthem gave up and let go. If Jack wasn’t so damn stubborn, Gabe would’ve put hismoney on him, but Jack never letanything go. Not without a fight. Gabe could only hope that meant theirrelationship as well.

Finally, Gabe couldn’ttake it anymore. He broke the silence, stuck between putting on a shirt andjust forgoing one for the night. It wasn’t like he ever got cold. And if Jackwas in the mood to cuddle, Gabriel would get to feel those strong, callousedhands mapping familiar locations on his chest, his arms, his back—

This was, of course, inthe event Jack wasn’t there to break up with him for risking everything they’dworked so hard to achieve. Wearing Gabriel’sshirt to do it was an interesting choice. Probably a power move or somesht.

“So, Strike Commander Morrison,to what do I owe this pleasure? Here to yell at me some more?” Gabe asked,trying his best to sound nonchalant. Gabe thought he just sounded pathetic.

Jack turned his head awayand inhaled a short, sharp breath of air through his nose. “Don’t call me that. Not here.”

Gabriel sighed himself,walking over to sit beside Jack on the bed. He left ample room between them,giving Jack the option to close the distance if he wanted. “Sorry, Jackie. It’sbeen a long—” Gabe cut himself off and never finished. Life was just long right now. “Anyway, if you are hereto yell at me more, can it wait until morning? I’m fucking tired.”

“I’m not here to yell atyou,” Jack murmured, still staring off at some unknown object in the far cornerof the room.

Gabriel nodded a little.“Well if you’re here to break up with me—”

“What?” Jack turned tolook at him now, his brow furrowed in surprise.

Gabe shrugged and rubbedat the back of his neck. “You heard me, Jackie. If you wanna break up, waituntil tomorrow morning for that, too. I’m at my limit for tonight.”

Jack was silent for a longtime, blue eyes incredulous when Gabriel risked a glance. He didn’t want toknow what was going through Jack’s head. Whatever it was, it was probably goingto ruin his night. What he didn’t expect was Jack to angrily grumble, “Gabriel,you’re a fucking idiot.”

He couldn’t help a smallchuckle. “So you’ve told me. At least fifteen times earlier.”

“Yeah, but this tops everythingyou’ve done in the past twenty-four hours.”

“Now, hold on a minute—”

“I could’ve lost you, Gabriel.” Jack’s voicechanged, hardened into that of Strike Commander Morrison. This conversation wasinching closer to either another lecture or a speech by the golden boy.Usually, Gabriel liked hearing his speeches. Usually, they weren’t directed at him.

“I told you, I had thesituation—”

“If you tell me you hadthe situation under control one more time,”Jack all but growled, grabbing Gabe by the shoulders and forcing him to facehim at last. Jack looked completely distraught,his eyes shining and his jaw clenched tight to keep his lips from trembling.Guilt pooled in the pit of Gabriel’s stomach.

Finally. Guilt. But notguilt for killing Antonio. Guilt for hurting Jack, for filling him with suchanguish that Gabriel could feel it in the shake of his fingertips. He reached ahand out, wondering if he was allowed to touch, to comfort, to pull Jack close andlet him know that it would all be okay. He just didn’t want to piss Jack offmore.

But Jack was eager, accepting,still infuriated but desperate enough to feel Gabriel’s touch that he grabbedhis wrist and placed his hand on Jack’s cheek. Gabriel raised his other hand tomirror the first, cradling Jack’s perfect jawline in his hands and watching asJack melted against him.

“Do you have any idea whatit was like for me? I had to listen to Fio report everything that was happening,and I couldn’t do a damn thing to help you,” Jack whispered, his voice stillharsh and cutting but softening. He was losing his stride, his anger ebbingaway bit by bit.

“I’m sorry,” Gabrielmurmured, and he was. Still not sorry for what had happened, but more than forwhat it was doing to them.

“You could have died.”

Gabriel scoffed, watchingthe spark of fury reignite in Jack’s eyes. He chose his next words carefully. “I’vebeen through worse. Hell, we both have.”

“But I was always with youthen. Through the training, through the war, through everything—I was with you, watching your back, makingsure you were covered when you did something stupid and reckless.”

“Are you saying you don’ttrust my team?” Gabriel felt a little affronted by that. He thought they workedpretty well together, even in the shitstorm that was Rialto. Even if they wereangry at him (McCree, especially), they still watched out for him.

Jack heaved a sigh andturned his face to press a kiss first to one of Gabriel’s palms and then theother. “You don’t get it. Your team’s fine. Great, even. Impressive. Some ofthe best led by the best. But theyaren’t me. They might care about you, but they don’t—” He cut himself off witha deep breath.

He didn’t need to say anymore; Gabriel understood very well. He’d felt much the same, watching Jack runoff into battle against omnics with only a handful of people that could betrusted to take care of the commander. He knew Ana would watch out for Jack.And Angela, Reinhardt—but none of them were as invested as Gabriel was. None ofthem made Jack their sole focus, let their world revolve around him in the heatof battle the way that Gabe did, and that alone drove him up the fucking wallsometimes.

They did better together.They always had, even before their relationship developed into something more. Gabetrusted Jack implicitly. Jack… he wasn’t so sure anymore. Not after Rialto. Notafter Gabriel exposed everything they’d worked so hard to achieve.

Not after Gabe put himselfin such danger like that.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Gabesaid again.

Jack shook his head. Hereached up to cup Gabriel’s face, holding him tightly as if to make sure he wasstill real, still solid, still Jack’s. Gabriel would always be Jack’s, certainthat nothing could ever happen between them that would make Gabriel turn hisback on him.

Later, when everything wentto shit and the Reaper walking in Gabriel’s place had been sure that he’d been wrong, he stillbelonged to Jack Morrison. That would never change.

“I can’t lose you,” said Jack, his words a heavy shroud weighing onGabriel’s shoulders. “I couldn’t evenfathom it.”

“Hey, you won’t lose me. I’mright here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Gabriel pulled him closer topepper soft kisses along his cheeks and nose.

“No more stupid stunts,” Jackinsisted, closing his eyes against the affection as if it might weaken his resolve.“No more killing people.”

“Even if they deserve it?”Gabe meant it as a joke, but then Jack fixed him with a bland look.

“Especially if they deserve it. Givejustice a chance to work its miracles.”

Jackwas a fool if he thought justicewould win out in the end. That honorable men like them could go forth and keeptheir hands clean of blame, of the stains of blood, so long as they followedthe rules and didn’t step out of line. A fool’s dream and one that Gabe hadstopped indulging in long ago.

ButJack was his fool, and so Gabe pulledhim in at last for a kiss, all slow and sweet and everything Jack needed rightthen. Everything they both needed. Akiss to remind themselves that they were alive, together, and still in love. Akiss to ground Gabe and a kiss to give Jack peace of mind.

Thatkiss was a promise.

Apromise Gabriel wouldn’t keep.

Ifonly he’d known then that their kisses were numbered.

#reaper76 #r76 #overwatch #writing prompt #retribution aftermath #angst #sorry this took so long #iceblurg

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wrong--lever · 7 years ago

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Your Thoughts for OW’s Lore At Blizzcon

**Edit - would help to tag you hurr durr @freckledmccree

I like how you will indulge in detailed speculation and interpretation of OW lore and don’t center all ideas around one specific (noncanon) idea but will admit occasional personal bias. I also really appreciate that you steer relatively clear from fanon and when people respond to your writings you don’t have an attitude or seemingly disregard them. Sooo, that’s why I wrote this disgustingly long thing even tho I’m paranoid about being annoying.

(Apology beforehand if you have answered any of these before, I have not properly stalked your blog yet. Also, excuse my rambling I did my best to be coherent. Lastly, I only have one friend who is kinda into OW and I feel bad to bother them 24/7 so I talk a lot in this.)

McCree Speculation

The following assumes that the new cinematic will be McCree’s.

If there is another known character in the short along with McCree, excluding flashbacks, who do you think it would be?

I have 3-4 ideas even though I would not say they are likely. And with any of these I don't imagine a role any larger than Brig's in Honor and Glory or even Zarya in Infiltration.

A.) Genji. I don't think it's likely but I wouldn't be surprised. It also might be risky on Blizzard's part because many are salty about Genji's abundance of lore compared to others. (Which is dumb and I would gladly rant on it but it's not the point) Reasons:

Notable increase of McCree's interactions w/him.

McCree might've left OW in a less professional fashion than others. Which would mean he may not have anything to be alerted by for the recall. Especially since he went underground for a while. Winston’s contact info? Long since changed.

From how I interpret “Dragons” it seems that Genji has received the call as well as offered Hanzo a choice to go w/him “The world is changing once again, Hanzo. And it's time to pick a side.” So why not others?

Genji has also been canonically in touch w/at least one other ex OW member. So why not try to get in touch with another member that we know he directly worked with?

My logic - Why would their interactions matter?

McCree's asking about how Genji dealt with the loss of his body emotionally/physically as well as Genji's response leaves room for the implication that Genji knows how he lost his arm.

Why would Genji go in person?

Well, I mean you probably don't wanna broadcast that your getting the highly illegal band back together. In which said band also is also hated by the UN and every other terrorist organization on the planet.

How will Genji know how to find him?

Cause he's a ninja, duh. But seriously McCree most likely said something before he quit OW and if not Genji would just have to look at the news and he'd be there.

B.) Sombra. If anything I wouldn't be surprised by a small reference to her rather than actually seeing her.

Reflections comic (duh)

My logic - I expect Sombra to get involved with a little bit of everything. She likes making people question their beliefs on who is “right” or “wrong”.

She would most likely know about the recall so if she wants to manipulate that at all she could be the one to tell McCree about it. Idk, she’s a wildcard with anything.

C.) Fio. The Blackwatch Pilot in Retribution. (I used “known” characters loosely) I'm not sure on my certainty with her, tbh. But I do find it rather intriguing. (I said no flashbacks but maybe with this one)

Fio's only lines that are not directly related towards the mission are all directed towards McCree.

The tone of them is clearly on the teasing/banter side of things.

My logic - Why have this side character show any interest in conversation outside of the task at hand?

If she was just being used for the game mode and as lore filler it would make more sense to have only lines relating to the mission. Or have generalized ones for the team. But she has multiple focusing on the one and only Jesse McCree.

Reasons for that could be that they ran out of time to add other interactions. Which would explain why McCree does not acknowledge her comments. (The only time he was quiet during the mission is when she talked to him, rip you got denied girl) Or it could be that they knew each other previously or trained together in some of the early days of Blackwatch.

D.) Mercy. This one I would be surprised to see but it would have some logic to it.

Losing his arm, depending on the how/when/where.

She is not one of the characters who speak to him about his arm.

My logic - Who fixed his arm up for him?

Depending on how/when/where he lost his arm he may have shyed away from public hospitals. Especially with Talon seemingly controlling so much of the press. So he may of wanted someone he personally trusted as well as doctor patient confidentiality.

Why does Mercy of all people not ask about the prosthetic?

Out of the people who question McCree Mercy isn't one of them. Which may seem odd since she has known him for so long and her being a doctor. However, she does call out his smoking. So this proves she does pay attention to his over all health. (Which I am aware is a much older interaction) But it would have been a good opportunity to have her inquire about the arm there if she doesn't already know.

Do you think McCree will directly receive the recall or from some other source?

What do you think of the fact that McCree lost his left arm specifically?

If the loss of McCree's arm is related to the Deadlock Gang do you speculate that it was intentionally the arm that had his tattoo on it? With how far McCree got in his career/life with OW and potentially spilling info on the gang when caught some people might want him to hurt. Not just die. To me forcefully sawing off the branding of the gang he betrayed would fit the bill. As well as be a good warning for others. (Not that blizzard would show that)

How do you imagine the camaraderie within Deadlock to be?

I ask this since in “Hero” right before the Los Muertos member throws the grenade it shows him actively choosing to help the other gang members (very broken gang members thanks to Soldier 76)onto the back of the truck instead of getting out ASAP.

I just found that to be notable in how their social structure works. It makes more sense for Los Muertos specifically since they originally wanted to stand up against the politics and speak out for the people still suffering from the Omnic Crisis. They are not formed from the shady work they do.

Deadlock, however, doesn't seem to represent a core ideology. So I wouldn't be surprised if when OW caught some of them the others ran. Especially since McCree would probably still be pretty low in the pecking order at the time.

Can you imagine a shoot out in the warehouse tho, that'd be so risky people could be anywhere and there's no good line of sight except for where the truck drives through. Sneaky teen McCree climbing around and ish

Do you expect/hope for the origin on any mementos to be revealed?

My only idea is his iconic BAMF belt buckle. We know he's had it for quite a while since he wears it here:

Just thought Blizzard could do something cute with it if they wanted.

Do you have any thoughts on the Deadlock Torb skin?

Idk, this is kinda silly but people have talked about it. People do have a good point that it’s odd for him to have that skin.

Lastly, do you have any little head canons that you hope to see confirmed?

Nothing serious just simple personal hopes from the cinematic which may or may not set you up for disappointment cause fun

(When I first started writing this I had two questions, rip. I'm pretty sure I forgot one of the original questions too)

Other Blizzcon Lore Speculation

Do you have any ideas for the new hero?

Personally, I do not have any super strong theories but I do have a few loose ideas. Tbh, I can’t especially convince myself of any these besides the likelihood of said character being a tank.

A.) Talon Tank

Reasons:

Moira’s origin story contains two possible indicators towards this, or another Talon member in general.

We need another main tank added to the roster (opinion)

Talon has a character for every role except tanking (weak)

Popular request (weak)

My Logic lacking- Majority of this idea comes from Moira’s origin story which shows this relatively well known photo with a person or armored suit of some kind on the back panel here:

I used to think of this to be much harder evidence than I do now since it looks like it could be a uncolored design used for the Talon members in Retribution. However, there’s another detail in the photo (including the version with the different back panel that I believe could point to another member. Each character, excluding Moira, has their line of sight going to the same spot. My doodles for emphasis:

(Reaper is kind of hard to tell but that’s basically his entire role in Talon at this point, lol) Who are they all looking at? This could just be an artistic choice for viewer immersion but it also could be rather purposeful. To me, it looks like a proposition to someone, with the panel in the back for emphasis. If not a proposition, perhaps the workings of a plan or setting clear expectations for said person. (either version works for this context) This someone must be rather important to have them all there. Moira is looking back at the rest of them, seemingly reading their expressions/body language. She seems pleased but then again she’s a tad bit odd.

B.) Mystery Characters

Idek, I added this cause I could. This is not likely at all but will remain on the list of possibilities as long as Overwatch shall live.

Have been shown or spoken of very early on but nothing since

Recently mentioned names but no physical hints of who/what they are

Tying up some long held questions (weak)

Popular demand (weak)

My logic (or lack there of) - I have exactly one tiny speck of logic for this. Mystery characters shown and/or spoken of before the cancellation of the First Strike comic are still occasionally brought up to the OW team. Yet they have conveniently not retconned them. Why not say they are no longer a significant part of the story when there has been no updates on them for 2ish years? Maybe they are just keeping the possibility open. Liao and the two from Ana’s origin story are the best (only?) examples:

There is also more recently mentioned characters such as Ray and Fio. Ray was discussed mostly early this year and all we know about them is the following:

We do not know anything else about who or what Ray is. I do not 100% believe Ray is an actual person but you never know. The comment on the beard and his response to has Ray’s combat experience could be some teasing on Michael Chu’s part. To me, Ray is either a person, an omnic, or some sort of computer system used in the Orca. I should note that another AI other than Athena would seem odd especially with the whole reason OW formed and all.

(Fio I have already discussed but at least we know she’s an actual person, hopefully...OW is weird man)

What do you think of the common theory of Sanjay Korpal being the next hero?

Personally, I think he lacks the look of an OW character. He looks rather plain to me, almost like a background character used to fill up comic space. I do believe his role is going to grow substantially in the lore but as an in game hero? Eh, I don’t know. Another thing I struggle with imagining is him being a tank like a lot of people presume. It would be interesting with what Vishkar can do with hard light technology to have a tank based on that, I will admit. Just don’t see him filling the role of that, he doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to get his hands dirty. I will admit, that this is very strictly my opinion and read of his character and by no means is anything to go off of speculation wise.

But, if I’m wrong, then next years first cinematic should definitely be a Symmetra/Lucio one and it should definitely have Symmetra kiCKING HIS ASS FOR MANIPUlATING HER foR GOD KNOWs hOW LONG..ahem.

Do you think a comic will be released soon?

They usually put out comics on Wednesdays but they have been odd this year when it comes to them. Idk, if they’ll announce one at Blizzcon. I kinda doubt it. Personally, I’m hoping for a really kick ass Christmas comic since in Reflections it ended with Winston saying he has a good feeling for “next year” (OW’s next year cause timeline) plus last year’s was cute but underwhelming.

I think that’s all I have to ask/discuss for now? I had ideas keep popping up but I kept going back over what I already wrote and my attention span is all or nothing soooo there goes my ideas into the void.

***Random ass question cause you like RDR2. I keep getting a gamestop ad for it and it’s bugging me cause I can’t make out what this guy is saying. It sounds like “I don’t want to kill all you smooth dutch. Just you.” Idk where the exact video is rip, but I feel like I’m really mishearing the guy, lmao.

Non Sequiturs and Stupid Fangirl Squealing

(possibly completely incoherent warning idk how to wenglish when im excited pls ignore mw)

I saw a comic aart thing once and it had young jesse punch Jack in the face and Reyes thought it was the funniest thing and I feel like that’s in character

What if Reyes had a few choices on who to recruit and he was like I want the cowboy chose the instead of the trained older guys. Ana would be like Reyes no and Reyes would be like I want the damn cowboy

I never realised how much I appreciate McCree’s character until the hints of him having a short started popping up. Before I liked him sure, I just never thought too deep into how they could expand on his character. Originally I was just like, “so Reyes picked this kid out of a big ass gang and had him trained among the world’s most renowned soldiers and he still is perfectly content being a cowboy?” Good for you my dudely man, good for you,

wanna see skinny (lean) young McCree but everyone will want the skin but it wont look the same with his in game model so blegh

I agree with you on how you think reyes recruited him, so many people think he just yeeted jesse at a bunch of angry omnics and was like lol have a cowboy

Imagine McCree being so confused by the weird ass original OW team like y there captain america, my new found father, a dwarf (swede) and an 8 ft german happy meal

He’d be so intimidated by Ana I bench lift Reinhardt for fun Amari being his coach like asdfsdf

But I think with her training it’d be the first real time he let his guard down without him realizing it because he was so in awe of her sniping skills and being able to get taught by her, bonding over shooting people half a continent away yAY

What if we see lil pharah??? I’ll die???

Okay I’ve said this to another blog but even tho McCree is not my “type” I’m still gonna need to strap my ovaries in place for this short, cause booooooooyyyyyyyyy (I dont even have a type but I guess I mean a lil scruffy?)

#overwatch #jesse mccree #lore speculation #blizzcon #long ass post #i started this in your ask box on thursday afternoon and now it's 1:40 am on saturday #sorry if there are mistakes i tried to clean this up as best i could #freckled mccree

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