#; That Omnic Drongo (Zenyatta).

[wellthebardsdead]

I think the junkerqueen would ultimately side with Overwatch if push came to shove. Ultimately because of talons involvement with null sector. I can definitely see doomfist trying to recruit her for her strength and resilience especially after taking power from the very person who’d caused her 13 years of hardship, but she’d most likely take one look at his idea of a perfect world and laugh in his face, would most likely call him a lot worse than just a drongo (that’s an extremely old Australian word for idiot and it’s pretty much fallen out of use so I fully cackled when she said it in the cinematic).

In junkertown the strong survive and the weak can too, anybody can so long as they don’t cause trouble (looking at you jamie) the queen is honestly a lot more merciful than I was expecting and I can see her not wanting to turn the whole world into a wasteland or fighting pit. She suffered through that for 13 years and I doubt she’d wish that on anybody except the dickhead who fucked over her family.

She’d most likely begrudgingly work along side overwatch’s Omnics but I can see her being charmed over to seeing theyre the good guys too. If zenyatta can’t do it then im certain bastions love of gardening would wow her showing her life she can’t find in the wastes or orisa just being orisa lol. She’s definitely more interested in keeping junkertown safe and keeping the fighting to the underground ring than joining either side but if she had to pick, im certain she’d pick wrecking ball asking for help over doomfist any day ~Bambi

[nyanevil]

//Boop. Movie night. Sorry for taking so long.//

//Possible OOC. @perfectdayforsomemeihem //

Movie night was going to be lonely.

Mei carefully put sweets on a countertop and released a heavy sigh.

There was a cartoon board near Winston's office: good folk of newly born Overwatch pinned there meeting dates, public announcements, gazette articles and even anonimous sketches.

Yesterday, at Halloween's Eve, Mei, overcoming her shyness and social awkwardness, pinned there a little flyer with carefully picked words, announcing

MOVIE NIGHT

30 OF OCTOBER

PICK A BEVERAGE OR BRING YOURS

LOTS OF POPCORN

NO ALCOHOL REQUIRED

See you there! Ling-Zhou M.

But nobody came.

Some agents were on a mission (something-something-Eichenwalde), some were too exhausted to function - Zenyatta, being an omnic-monk, excused both himself and cozy snuggled Genji in his lap, apart from others.

Mei just said it was okay - what else could she say? - and shrugged her crawling sadness off. She wasn't gonna lose her self-confidence over minor incident.

Snowball, beeping in alert, led her out of her thoughts.

"Here she is, ya wretch, quit pestering me!"

Mei greeted Junkrat with wide eyes and her cocked up ice gun.

"Oi, don't shoot!", yelled Rat and threw his lanky hands into the air, looking genuinely scared. "Didn't lay a finger on ya scra-- bot, cross me heart!"

Snowball gently whirred, taking a soothing circle in the air near its owner; Mei looked at it with worry, but lowered her weapon - omnic showed no sign of life-treating injury.

"Why are you here?" asked scientist then, cocking her hips. Rat swallowed, but composed himself and nonchalantly shrugged.

"Heard t'was a movie night, food and drinks and all", he looked around expectantly and furrowed his brows. "Too late?"

She shaked her head, packing ice gun away. Junkrat maybe was, indeed, a no-good bully, but she wasn't gonna kill him over minor incident.

"No, it's just--"

"Oh", he interrupted, knowingly, making a beeline to the bowl of popcorn. "They just sad sons of dinguses for not coming! More food for mr. Fawkes, here we go!"

Despite his motives, Mei found strange comfort in his words. Indeed, sons of dinguses, their lot. She can enjoy a movie in any given company, without pitying her loneliness.

"What's the plan?", inquired Fawkes, carefully picking corn and munching on caramel, strikingly resembling a real rat.

Mei padded over to the holovid and folded hands on her chest. Junkrat with sudden nervousness stopped his chewing.

"If you want to watch the movie with me, you must promise me you will behave", said she, feeling a little awkward; Fawkes stared at her with mixed emotions. "I will not tolerate your... bullying habits!"

Junkrat seriously considered his options.

Something always altered his perception on Mei. Sometimes he wanted to blow her and her stupid bot off the cliff, but sometimes...

They talked. Past were the times, when she outright called him a bully - they discovered a handful of themes to chat in-between missions. Weather and its problems in Outback, boba tea on Busan's colorful streets, engineering and constructing skills in front of a chalkboard at Gibraltar; last one resulted in hot bickering, plastic door pierced by icicle, some ashes and permanent ban of said discussions outside of experimental facilities.

Mei was awfully sweet - and smart, capable, resourceful. Stone cold, capturing Talon in frightening prison of fresh blue ice.

Just like someone he saw in a mirror - reversed to fire.

"Okay!", he cheerfully barked, startling Mei for a fraction of a second."'ll be on me best behavior!"

She smiled, a bit uncertainly, and gestured to the couch.

"Suit yourself. I'll run the movie."

***

"Rat? Are you okay?"

He wasn't.

Intimidating figure on a screen dramatically laughed, revealing himself to his victims - a headless Reaper, "coming for your souls", pumpkin eyes shining in bloodlust.

Junkrat stole a blanket and positioned himself behind the couch, peeking over the edge. Mei must have blinked at the moment of his movement: one second he is with her, the other - hiding from fictional monsters.

She supressed a laugh. How could he be scared? The movie was pretty old, but actors were great in their chilling personalities - even if the amount of (obviously sexual) tension between them was slowly coaxing the film onto romantic road.

"They are not going to eat you", she smiled, as monster behind her ripped someone's arm off. Fawkes' gaze darted between her eyes and the holovid.

"Yeah, they gonna fuel my nightmares alright", he muttered, shyly hiding his stare. Mei pursed her lips in thought.

Junkrat won't be scared by a massacre, his bombs do damage a lot worse - it's this intimidating air, this "dressed to kill" looks, she figured.

"So... 'Our' Reaper scares you too?" she asked innocently; Fawkes rolled his eyes.

"Pf-f, him? Drongo's louder than drumset falling down the stairs!" he waved his hand vaguely. "Even I hear 'em mile away, few mines at the ready, how-do-you-do and all."

Mei snickered.

"So... He sounds a lot like this one!", she pointed at the holovid. Two mortal enemies staring at each other, claws at their throats and hands at their pumpkins. Rat frowned thoughtfully. "Deadly, but loud and not very mobile without his horse. He even fights some kind of soldier, just like in real life."

"Huh."

Mei must have blinked again, because Fawkes was on the couch near her instantly - with a concerned frown.

"You're right!", muttered he under his nose, rapture seeping in his words. Mei smiled to herself. Appreciation feels good. "Just genius! Now I can't fear what I can fight!"

"Not precisely the point, but, well, works too--"

"Thanks, Mei-te!" he threw his hands in the air again, aiming to hug. Some emotion must have flashed on Mei's face - he faltered a little and settled at the handshake instead.

Mei smiled warmly once again, fingers touching fire come alive.

***

"This Soldier guy's kinda strange around Reaps. Look, he's staring again! I betcha, it's these thighs he's checking out, mortal enemies me ass!"

[dabbledrabbleprose]

Would 4 with zenyatta and junkrat be okay? I don't find a lot of works with those two in it, and when I do it always just becomes junkrat being pulled off zen or genji be someone bigger

Great prompt, anon! I had a lot of fun with this one, and it was great getting a chance to write these two! Enjoy!

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“We’re designed to be disposable.”

 It was only for one month, Winston had assuredthe agents currently residing at Watchpoint Gibraltar. Their demolitionsexpertise and familiarity with the Australian Outback would be essential forthe upcoming mission. The alliance was definitely a temporary one. Despite hisreassurances, the majority of the recalled Overwatch agents had been quick toprotest hiring the two wanted criminals Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge and Jamison “Junkrat”Fawkes. They were dangerous, unhinged, and the exact opposite of what the newOverwatch was supposed to be. Desperate times called for desperate measures,Winston had solemnly stated amid the protests. In the meantime, it wasrecommended that the team find a good balance between keeping an eye on theunscrupulous duo and also not upsetting them enough that they would considerbailing on the mission. Or something else even more…unpredictable.

The dynamic pair hadn’t made it two days beforethey had caused an altercation. Zenyatta had been in the communal recreationroom when the pair had made their opinions on the continued existence of omnicsquite clear, with the heavily implication that Zenyatta would look significantlybetter in pieces scattered in a scrapyard. Zenyatta had been quite flatteredwhen all present had sprung to his defense, and had been grateful that theJunkers had decided to retreat instead of escalate the situation further,though they left with a very clear parting threat as to Zenyatta’s wellbeing.

Ever since, a member of the team had been byhis side, day or night, serving as his unspoken, unofficial bodyguard. They haddone their best to make it seem innocuous, of course. Lena begging that Zentell her everything about the monastery in Nepal, Lucio asking him to sit andlisten to his new compositions, Hana insisting that he simply must watch the new video game she wasplaying, all carefully calculated so that Zenyatta was never once left alone.And Genji, bless him, his brightest student and dearest friend was with him sooften he had become a second shadow.

Zenyatta was honored, truly he was, that hisnew and old friends cared so deeply about his safety, but after a solid week ofpersistent companionship, their constant attentions were becoming a bit…much. Itwas when Genji had become stressed enough by the whole situation that hestarted having trouble sleeping that Zenyatta decided enough was finallyenough. Avoiding a problem didn’t solve it, and he had always been willing towelcome some adversity in his life.

Besides, Tekhartha Zenyatta could take care ofhimself, thank you very much.

He was able to slip away from hisself-proclaimed guards when Fareeha had left him alone to change into her gymclothes. Zen would have to apologize to her later, and suggest that perhaps agame of basketball would be more fun with two small teams, instead of one onone with the two of them. Genji was hopefully getting some much needed rest,but Zen took care to avoid their usual meditation spots, just in case. Instead,he passed conspicuously by the garage that the Junkers had claimed as theirown, preferring to camp out by their motorcycle instead of stay inside theWatchpoint’s spare bedrooms with everyone else. He took his time, making itclear that he was alone, then went to meditate by the cliff side, overlookingthe sea.

It was fourteen minutes before Zen’s audiosensors heard the telltale sound of a rat come sniffing at the bait, thoughthere was no sign of his porcine friend. The man seemed to be making an attemptat stealth, but his improvised peg leg and the muffled sound of repressed manicgiggling did little to assist him.

“I dearly hope that you are here to meditatewith me,” Zenyatta stated calmly, turning his head to watch Junkrat from thecorner of his optics. “It would be a most pleasant surprise and I would enjoythe change in company.”

“Only one got one surprise for you, y’piece ofjunk!” he crowed. He clutched some sort of home-made grenade launcher in hishands and cackled as the device lobbed an apple-sized spherical explosive atZenyatta. The sphere appeared to have no fuse, likely designed to explode onimpact, so Zen twisted his metal body to one side, as graceful as a dancer, andlet the bomb sail past him and over the edge of the cliff, a painted smileyface beaming at Zen as it flew past and vanished into the sea far below.

“A well-aimed shot,” Zen commented, watchingthe explosion unfurl beneath the waves, the splash of water still dwarfed bythe vast size and scope of the ocean. “If I had not moved, that likely wouldhave struck my chest.”

“There’s more where that came from!” Withanother manic laugh, Junkrat launched a whole volley of explosives at him, bombafter bomb launching toward him, some aimed impeccably directly at him, othersflung wildly to either side of him, making the entire cliff side dangerous.

Zenyatta flowed like water around the grenades,gracefully avoiding the bombs flung his way until he found three coming at himat once, just far enough apart that he couldn’t dodge all three. Withoutbreaking form, he dodged the first, then reached out and caught the other two,one bomb in each hand, spinning as he did so, redirecting their energy and keepingtheir momentum going so they wouldn’t register the catch as an impact totrigger. After a complete spin, his orbs twirling around his neck with him, hereleased the explosives, sending the last two flying out toward the sea.

Junkrat scowled at him, frag launcher empty. “Oi.Ain’t you supposed to be some kind of monk? Didn’t think you’d put up this muchof a fight.”

Zen settled back into a relaxed position, legstucked up beneath him as he floated idly. “As much as I appreciate youroptimistic opinion of my pacifism, I must admit I am quite proficient in theart of Tai chi, meeting Yin with Yang and redirecting the flow of negativeenergy. Now that you appear to be out of ammunition, would you care to join me?The view is quite lovely.”

The Junker appeared less than inclined toaccept his invitation, giving a snarl instead and lunging for him, metal fistleading. It would have been easy to slide out of the way, but then Junkratwould have been following his bombs over the edge of the cliff, and Zen trulywished no ill upon the agitated man. Instead he deflected the punch with onearm, catching the back of Junkrat’s soot-stained head and helped to guide hismomentum in a direction that sent the man off balance. After that, it was aneasy motion to get him to pivot on his peg leg and make him lose his balanceentirely, sending him sprawling onto his back with a soft thump.

“I would humbly request that we end this beforeone of us does something regrettable.” Zenyatta hummed softly. “If you wouldlike, you may join me for meditation. Otherwise, you are welcome to follow yourown path, provided that it does not involve either of us going over the edge ofthis cliff.”

Junkrat was somewhat less calm.

“You’re junk, you know that?” The man spatvenomously from the ground. “You’re just floating trash, waiting to find yourscrapheap! Garbage! You’re a model of millions, designed to be disposable!”

Zenyatta eased backward, giving the Junker thespace to stand, if he chose.

“An interesting observation,” he remarked,redirecting the words as easily as the punch. “Are we not all designed to bedisposable?”

“Wot are you going on about?” Junkrat grumbled,getting to his feet.

“You are quite correct. I was initially builtas a service drone, to be used and replaced once I became irrelevant, or once Ihad outlived my usefulness.” Zen inclined his head, giving Junkrat a closelook. “Does the same not apply to you, Mr. Fawkes? What happened when theAustralian omnium exploded, destroying your home? Did your government not decideyou were disposable and abandon you?”

“Oi, who needs a government anyway?” Junkrathalf-heartedly brushed the dirt from his already dirty clothes. “A little anarchynever hurt nobody.”

“And what of your safe haven?” Zen pressed. “Didyour queen think you were disposable when she banished you to the wastes?”

Junkrat looked up at him sharply, eyesnarrowing. “Now, how do you know about that?”

“We are all designed to be disposable under thehands of those who wish to control us,” the monk continued, breezing past thequestion. “However, it is the destiny we choose for ourselves that makes us whowe are and who we will become. We are only as disposable as we allow ourselvesto be.”

A look of confusion crossed Junkrat’s face.

“You seem to have found some purpose with yourexpertise in demolitions. As for myself, once I embraced the teachings of theIris-”

Confusion turned to rage as something insideJunkrat snapped.

“You can take your bloody Iris and get stuffed,you drongo!” The Junker turned on his good heel and stormed away withoutanother word, leaving Zenyatta staring after him with surprise.

Alas. It was unfair to try and teach a fish tofly, and it seemed the same held true with rats. Zen watched his retreatingback curiously, wondering what exactly set him off, and if he could still finda way to help the complicated man during his brief stay. With a sigh ofwhirring cybernetics, he turned back to the sea, grateful for the opportunityto get some restful meditation at last.

 Epilogue:

Bloody piece of scrap. Who does he think he is?Trying to act all chummy and confusing before pulling out that load of toshabout the Iris? Junkrat was no fool. He’d been in the ruins of the destroyedomnium before the Junkers looted it to hell and back. He’d looked into theheart of the Iris and seen it for what it really was.

Omnics couldn’t be trusted. The Iris couldn’tbe trusted. Anyone who did was in for a rude awakening. Junkrat would be therewhen it happened.

There was always profit to be made in chaos.