#orisa fic

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Yes of course my first reblog is my besties fanfic! It's thanks to him I even got into overwatch so it's only fitting. <3

Rubble (Genji x Reader)

Hey guys! This is my first ever oneshot on Tumblr so I'm nervous and excited lol. I'm used to Wattpad and Ao3(for people who know I actually started on Wit LOL) so I apologize if the formatting is a bit weird/off. I hope you enjoy! (Also I wrote this a long time ago before McCree's name was changed) This was first uploaded on my Ao3, so if you enjoy consider checking me out here

As the aircraft was slowly making its approach to the ground, you grew more and more nervous. Biting your fingernails, you glanced around at the heroes who you happened to befriend. There was Zenyatta, you and him didn't talk much but he seemed very calm and collected in battle. Then Mercy, or Angela as she was most commonly called, was always a wonderful person to talk to however whenever she was treating a patient you knew to never disturb her. Next there was McCree, he had a much more "rough n' tough" exterior but whenever you guys were off duty he was a bit of a charmer, though you never fell for it. Orisa followed you around a lot, mostly because she was programmed to protect others but she also genuinely enjoyed your company, or at least, you thought it was genuine. It's hard to tell with robots.

Now there was Sigma, a bit of a newer addition to the crew but he was a strong fighter and an interesting person to be around. Despite his seemingly split personalities, you two have managed to have very pleasant conversations when everyone else is asleep. Finally..Genji. Genji was the hero everyone strived to be, or that's how you saw him. He was fun and goofy whenever you guys were off the job yet calculated and passionate when in the midst of a fight, but one trait persisted on and off the battlefield: his flirty-ness. McCree was a charmer, more "old fashioned" in his wits but Genji was a lot more audacious and up-front in his advances. Unfortunately, time doesn't stop for your daydreams so by the time you got to thinking about Genji the aircraft came to a particularly rough landing, jostling you around where you so happen to fall onto none other than: the cyborg ninja himself. It took you a second to fully realize what happened, as you were so busy in thought you disconnected from the outside world. That was, until you heard Genji's robotic yet endearing voice emit from behind the mask.

"Y/N, I know you're falling for me but you don't have to be so literal about it~" He teased, holding you up so you wouldn't hit the floor. Your face went hot, you still haven't quite gotten used to his banter yet. You quickly stood up properly, removing your arms from his hands. He chuckled spotting your reaction, he had a habit of doing that. "Relax Y/N, you know I'm just teasing."

That was true, but you still couldn't help but wonder..'No, now is not the time Y/N, you're about to go into battle for f×cks sake.' You put on a smile, shaking your head lightly in a playful manner. "Really Genji? Do you ever stop?"

"No Y/N, no he does not." The cowboy spoke up, chuckling lightly as he flicked his cigar, sending light sparks on the floor. "He won't stop talking 'bout ya eithe-"

"Jesse! What did I tell you about the smoking?!" Angela spoke up, quite literally a guardian angel in this moment as she distracted McCree from spilling all of Genji's secrets. The two went on to bicker, however the aircraft broke out in silence when the doors started to open slowly. You took a deep breath, knowing that this could possibly be your last mission. Though this was the case with every mission. Hanamura…Where Genji grew up. It was truly beautiful. Y'know..despite the smoke and fire from a battle that seemingly had already begun. After another deep breath, you and your team jumped off the aircraft. As you jumped, you looked over and made eye contact with Genji. He seemed to smile, giving you a thumbs up for good luck.

You were grateful your team was victorious. You were terrified of what could go wrong, of the people they could harm. Luckily, everybody was safe. Well, everybody but you. Currently, you were buried underneath the rubble, a wound on your head and you were 90% sure you broke your foot or perhaps your whole leg. You had tried calling out for your teammates, but the oxygen was getting thin. You weren't even panicking, because you knew your team had won the battle. That's all that mattered. That everyone else was safe. You closed your eyes, blood dripping down from the wound in your head. You let out a sigh, and everything stopped. Things went black, you felt numb. You were sure this was it. Until you heard a voice that was all too familiar.

"Y/N!!" The cyborg ran towards you in full distress. Fighting the calming blackness that over took you, you opened your eyes.

After coughing, you called out. "Genji…I-I'm here.." It was soft, and you weren't even sure if he could hear you. Hearing how panicked Genji was, was enough reason for you to keep fighting. He ran over to you, his enhanced robot hearing helping him greatly.

"Y/N!" He called out once more. "Y/N I'm here." He kept muttering random words, thanking the heavens you were alive, saying how stupid you were to go on your own, and then scolding himself because he was just so happy you were still here. He did all that as he moved the rubble off of you with ease. Genji relaxed greatly when he finally saw your face. Gently, he picked you up. You shuddered a bit against the cold metallic suit but quickly relaxed, your strength being all gone. "You're safe, Y/N. I promise, nothing bad will happen to you again." You nodded your head gently before closing your eyes once more, grateful for your savior.

When you finally awoke, the hiss of metal disconnecting was the first thing you heard. You stirred a little as you slowly gained back all your senses. You were laying on some kind of bed, and you were holding someone's hand. You could immediately tell who's it was though, the metallic fingers gently caressing your knuckles. You couldn't help the smile that etched on your face. You also felt some tubes run through your arm. 'Must be an IV..' Regarding your leg, it already had a cast on it and was elevated. Angela must have cared for you. After a moment, slowly, you opened your eyes while turning to look at Genji. You were a bit surprised though, when you saw he had taken his mask off. His face was scar ridden, but that never made him less attractive to you. Really you only saw him like this when he was injured, or sleeping. He was looking down, tears in his eyes. You tried reaching your other hand out to cup his face but he was a bit too far away. "Genji..C'mere.." You said softly. He immediately shot up, looking at you. The tears finally fell and he squeezed your hand.

"Y/N!! You're okay!" He smiled, tears still coming down. He leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss to your hand that he was holding. The action made you flush, yet you continued to look at the ninja in front of you. You gently cupped his face in your other hand. You couldn't tell if it was because you were weak or if you had just grown more confident, but you weren't as shy as normal. "Y/N, I am so so so sorry for letting anything bad happen to you. I promise I'll protect you now, with all my being." You smiled sadly, you didn't like the fact that Genji blamed himself and yet you were grateful for his future protection.

"Genji, none of this is your fault. I wandered off on my own, it's alright. I'm safe now with you." You rubbed your thumb softly against his rough cheek. He kissed the side of your hand that was cupping his face, and yet again you flushed. He's never done anything like that; he's never kissed any part of you before. So, a part of you couldn't help but wonder why he did it. Was it just from a place of protectiveness? Or did he truly have feelings for you? "What's important is that everyone else is safe, we saved the city." You spoke up after a moment.

The cyborg merely chuckled weakly, giving your hand yet another kiss. "Y/N, I would let a thousand cities burn to the ground as long as you were safe." He smiled softly, looking at your flustered face. "Sure it's great that we saved everyone…But if you weren't okay, I couldn't live with myself." He explained, but it seemed like he was holding himself back from…what? His cold knuckles rubbed against yours, giving you butterflies.

You smiled as well, and squeezed Genji's hand softly. "Hey..Don't worry about that." You coughed, your torso raising from the bed with the movement. The cyborg's face immediately filled with worry. "I'm safe, you're safe..the people are safe." You reassured him, laying back against the slightly elevated hospital bed.

"Yes but-" He started, but then sooner than he had started, gave up. He shook his head, and with his free hand grabbed the missing part to his helmet. "Get some rest, Y/N. I'll be back, I have some paperwork Jack needs me to fill."

I roll my eyes at the mention, but understand regardless. "Go ahead, I know how strict he can be." You gave a weak chuckle and the ninja before you slowly let go of your hand, as if it pained him to do so. You closed your eyes, falling asleep to the soft hiss of Genji's metallic helmet connecting.

After an hour or so, you woke up to the sound of the door opening. "Genji? Is that you?" You called out quietly, head still feeling groggy from your nap. You heard a feminine laugh, and immediately recognized it as Angela's. You slowly opened your eyes and watched as she put her rubber gloves on.

"Sorry to disappoint, but no, it's not Genji. Just your resident doctor." She smiled, walking over the to monitor you were connected to, looking it over.

You blushed lightly and shook your head. "I didn't mean to look disappointed, he just…said he'll be back." You said, feeling a bit stupid for expecting him to be back this soon. "He's probably busy still.." You mumbled, trying to make yourself feel better.

Angela looked down on you and checked your head wound, smiling softly. "Don't worry Y/N, he'll be back. Jack is..upset that he ran off to find you." You tilted your head a bit. "No- No don't do that please, I need to make sure your wound isn't infected." You moved your head back, but still had many questions.

"I don't understand, why would Jack be upset at that? Doesn't he always want to save as many people as possible?" You asked, confused. You saw Angela take a deep breath out of the corner of your eye before she seemingly made up her mind.

"When we couldn't find you, we all assumed you were dead. We were given direct orders to report straight back, as there was word that there was an emergency somewhere else. Luckily some other agents were free so they got there in time, but Genji insisted on staying and looking for you. We were all heartbroken, really, but Genji…He really didn't seem like he'd live without you." She confessed, turning back to her counter with medical supplies. "Young love, right?" She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

You were stunned, and didn't say a word. 'Young love?' You thought. 'Does he..really care about me like that?' You asked yourself, thinking it was way too good to be true. But how could you ignore the obvious signs any longer? As you were overthinking your crush on the cyborg, Angela had some good news.

"You should be able to leave tomorrow. Of course you won't be able to walk, and you can't go on any missions with us, but you won't be confined to this 'hospital' for long." She smiled. "Genji has already volunteered to be your personal nurse, seems to think he can do a better job than me, but I'm sure you'll be fine on your own. We all know you're a fighter, Y/N."

You thanked her and appreciated the compliments, but you were obviously preoccupied. By mere coincidence, someone knocked on the door about five minutes after Angela knocked. "Come in!" You called, flicking through the channels of the T.V in the room. Genji emerged from the door, holding a small bouquet of flowers. You smiled seeing him, along with the nice gift. "Aww Genji, you didn't have to." You said.

His robotic chuckle emerged from the mask, and he closed the door behind him. "I've wanted to give them to you for a while, actually. So yes, it was very necessary." You couldn't see him, but from his tone of voice you can tell that he smiled. He sat back down on the chair next to your bed, putting the flowers on a nearby table. You two sat in silence for a bit before you spoke up.

"Genji..You've been really sweet to me today. First with saving me-" You started.

"Technically that was yesterday." He chimed in.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Oh hush, you know what I mean. What I'm trying to say- Or ask, rather is…Do you..have feelings for me? Maybe I'm reading this all wrong but you kept kissing my hands and got me flowers and-" You started going on a nervous ramble, hoping that something made sense and if you were wrong Genji didn't hate you. You were so nervous, in fact, that you didn't hear his helmet disconnect. In a moment's notice, Genji was mere inches from your face.

He smiled, and nodded his head. One of his hands grabbed your own, while the other tucked your hair behind your ear. "Of course I do, Y/N. How could I not? I really do care for you, and want to have a relationship with you." He kissed your forehead softly. "I'm sorry I waited this long to tell you, I just didn't want to ruin things. I thought maybe you had someone else.."

At that you chuckled, and shook your head. "No, Genji, nobody else. Nobody else but you." You leaned your face closer to the other, neither of you connecting your lips yet.

"May I kiss you?" Genji asked, voice a whisper as if he's scared that he'll ruin the mood.

"Of course you may." You answered, and just melted feeling Genji's lips on yours. There were a few scars around his mouth, but you knew that and it felt surprisingly nice. It was like a perfect moment, one that the two of you were dreaming about forever. After a moment you pulled away, wrapping your arms around Genji. "I love you, so much Genji." You admitted with the biggest smile on your face.

"I love you too, Y/N." He said, with an equally big smile on his face.

[tonberry-yoda]

Helpful Human - Ramattra

notes: here it is!! the very anticipated ramattra fic from this poll!!! I really love doing these polls, so expect another one today LMFAOOOOOO. but seriously though, thank you all for your patience. I really like this one. it's based off of a voice line that Rama and Baptiste have together that makes me so soft omg. this is a very fluffy fic that makes me very very happy. and jesus, i love making y/n a little omnic doctor, it makes me smile every time! please enjoy this fic and stay hydrated folks! love you all have a killer day <33333

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No one looked at you the way he did. He looked at you as though instead of him being the predator, you were. He looked at you as if you could hurt him. As if you hated him. His eyes watched your every move and he even jumped when you would made any short, sudden movements.

You didn't want to hurt Ramattra. Hell, you never once thought about harming an omnic. Even during the war, when you were told you had to fight. All you wished was for a way that Ramattra could trust you. Trust anyone in Overwatch.

He wouldn't let anyone near him except any of the omnics/robots of Overwatch, spending most of his time with Zenyatta and questioning Bastion. If he was in the common rooms of the Overwatch headquarters, his eyes would linger on every human with hatred. He would watch as Bastion and Torbjorn would spend time together and Orisa would make jokes with Hanzo. He watched with what you couldn't tell was sadness, jealousy, anger or a mixture of all three.

He refused your help, even though you were the only one in Overwatch that could repair omnics like a doctor, only letting Zenyatta fix his wounds as best he could. Even though Zen knew what he was doing, it wasn't enough. He begged for you to help Ramattra, but you could only do so much.

"I want Ramattra to trust me," you had told Zen as you were cleaning up your studio. "More than anything. But I also know that he has been through hell and back. I can't force him to like me, let alone trust his lift in my hands."

"I understand my brother," Zen said to you. "But if he wants this terrible burden the world has given to him, he needs to allow humans to help. Especially humans like you." Zenyatta gave your chest a little poke and you smiled.

"I can't convince him to trust me..." You started.

"But I can try." You couldn't see it, but you knew Zen was giving you a warm smile.

After that, you didn't think much of the conversation. There was only so much that the two of you could do. You spent your time doing what you were used to doing, fixing up other robots and omnics alike who have seen more than one should.

Echo would come into your office with a smile and a crack in her arm and tell you stories, which always left you with a smile; Orisa would tell you about her past, and what she sees for her future; and Bastion would beep at you with pleasure, showing you what he had found for Ganymede.

You liked what you had, and if Ramattra wasn't a part of it, that was his choice. And that was the way you thought it was going to be for a while.

Until you heard the door to your studio open, the sound of sparking wires enter.

You smiled and turned around in your spinning chair, nearly gasping at what you found.

Ramattra's giant figure stood in front of you, his entire arm torn off with fiery sparks flying off of him, his artificial breaths uneven.

You jumped out of your seat and pointed to a medical bed large enough to fit him in the corner of the room. You didn't panic or rush, you just did your job.

Without a word, you fixed his arm and cleaned up burn marks and mud dusting his mechanical body. And he watched in silence as you mended his body back together, making it feel good as new.

You looked up at him with a smile and asked him to move his arm. "Better?" You asked, looking into his dark eyes.

He nodded at you, moving his elbow and fingers at the same time, seeing not only that they were fixed, but flowed perfectly, like a river.

"Need anything else done? Anything bothering you?" You documented your work on your computer and turned to Ramattra, who cleared his throat.

"No. Everything seems to be fine." You realized that this was the first time he had ever spoken to you and the first time you had ever heard his voice this close to you. It was deep and comforting with what sounded like gravel behind it.

"Well, I'm sorry that happened to you, but you should be good as new."

After a bit of hesitation, Ramattra sucked in a breath. "Thank you." His voice was soft and he looked down at his hands.

"You're welcome." You thought he would leave after that, but he didn't.

You paused and looked at Ramattra, who's eyes were still not on you. "You don't mind that I did that, right?" You asked, your voice kind and curious. "I know it must bother you that I'm a human and all."

Ramattra chuckled softly and looked up at you. "Well, actually, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. A helpful human is a nice change of pace. I feel," he looked up at the florescent lights in the room. "Better."

You smiled at him, but didn't know what to say.

"You know," Ramattra said, looking back down at his hands. "My brother convinced me to come here several times, but I never listened. He was on my butt about coming her now because there was no way he was going to fix a torn off arm."

You smiled. "Zenyatta's a great healer, but I don't think he knows how to weld back pieces of his own body."

Ramattra laughed at you, the roughness of his voice now soft and light.

"I don't trust him with fire at all to be honest," you said, laughing yourself.

That made Ramattra laugh harder and he looked at you with what seemed like a smile as he tilted his head.

"This took me a while," he admitted, sitting in a chair next to yours. He was a giant next to you. "But I'm really glad I came here. I don't know how often I'll be coming in though. I'm still... getting used to things."

"I understand," you told him, giving him the space he needs. "But if anything like this happens, know that I'm here to help. I promise."

Ramattra hums in approval and grabs your hand, placing what would be his lips to it, almost like he just pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You feel your face heat up as his cold fingers glide over your warm ones. He drops your hand and bows at you.

"I'll be on my way then," he says, getting up and walking to the door. "Thank you... for being so patient with me."

"Of course." You watch him walk out of the room, your voice trailing off.

You knew you were blushing, but how could you not. You hoped he would be back, but buried that thought. You don't want him to be hurt again, dummy. So you just sat and thought about what Ramattra had told you. A helpful human is a nice change of pace. You smiled at the thought. You hoped you could be the one to help.

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ONE PIECE HEADCANONS #2

Overwatch Mains!

❝ giving each strawhat + more an overwatch hero they'd play. comment on suggestions i should do! :3 ❞

MONKEY D. LUFFY - Tracer

╰┈➤ I feel like Luffy is so simple enough to play the icon of Overwatch. Luffy was so baffled to see that she was able to teleport and immediately fell in love with the kit. Considering Tracer is also a flanking character, he'd be in the middle of the enemy team causing havoc. Will NOT touch support

Luffy: WOAH SHE CAN TELEPORT???? THATS SO COOL

Other Choices: Reinhardt as Tank, Junkrat as second Damage

RORONOA ZORO - Genji

╰┈➤ This is such an obvious choice, there's no need to explain. He rocks the Sentai skin on Genji or just his regular no-skin outfit just for the green. He's the only hero he has with gold weapons and the highest ranked. He insta-locks this man whenever he's playing.

Sanji: Do you play anyone else Mosshead???

Zoro: Just shut up and heal me if you want to win, cook

Other Choices: Doomfist as Tank

VINSMOKE SANJI - Cole Cassidy

╰┈➤ I feel like Sanji connects with Cassidy's charm and smoking habits so he plays him often. He knows Cassidy is the lover boy of the Overwatch community and everyone obsesses over him so he took that as an opportunity to main him. Sanji's second-best class is support but only really pays attention to Nami's health. Won't heal anyone else (especially Zoro) unless they're shouting at him.

Zoro: SWIRLY BROWS, CAN YOU HEAL ME? IM AT 20 IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT

Sanji: WELL MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED JUMPING SO MUCH ID HEAL YOU. LET ME HEAL MY SWEET NAMI FIRST

Zoro: I DIED ANYWAYS I HOPE THEY KILL YOU

Other Choices: Mercy and Ana as Support

GOD USOPP - Widowmaker

╰┈➤ This choice is so obvious. Widow is a sniping character, and so is Usopp. He is a menace to Widow and doesn't even know it. He likes how Widow isn't meant to be on the actual battlefield but more on the sidelines picking off the enemy teams. He screams like a bitch when someone flanks behind him though.

Usopp: Okay, I killed their supports we should be good- *A Tracer comes up from behind* LUFFYYYYYYYY THERES SOMEONE ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Luffy: Oh sorry Im in spawn :p

Other Choices: Lucio as Support, Hanzo as second Damage

NAMI - Kiriko

╰┈➤ Nami definitely loves Kiriko for her more angsty personality that no one likes. She'd rather help in the backlines than deal with fighting up front, but she puts the kunais to WORK. Sanji is always on her tail and targets anyone who tries to or manages to kill her.

Nami: Dang it, I died. Try to hold out a little longer guys-

Sanji: WHO DID IT NAMI????? ILL KILL THEM FOR YOU MY SWEET

Other Choices: Brigette as second Support, Ashe as Damage, D.va as Tank

TONY TONY CHOPPER - Mercy

╰┈➤ Chopper will mainly play any support but Mercy is his top choice. He tries to revive anyone he can even in the tightest of situations. He is the best healer you can get, but he can also be a great tank. But our lil baby gets stressed...

Chopper: IM COMING LUFFY DONT WORRY

Zoro: Chopper, can you damage boost me?

Chopper: YEAH IN A SEC-

Sanji: Chopper revive! That Zenyatta is so low!

Chopper: IM TRYINGGGGGGGG

Other Choices: Orisa and Wrecking Ball as Tank

NICO ROBIN - Moira

╰┈➤ There is no possible way Nico doesn't play Moira. I feel like she's more DPS Moira than anything but still upholds good support for her team.

Other Choices: Sombra as Damage, Lifeweaver as Support

FRANKY - Reinhardt

╰┈➤ Franky is 100% the crew's Tank main. He knows every tank playstyle from top to the very bottom but his favorite is of course the loudest one there. Franky is the most reliable tank you can get. He insta-locks Rein and adores him to the very end.

Sanji: I think you should switch, Franky they have a few counters-

Franky: Ill still kick their asses, I dont care Im playing Reinhardt

Other Choices: Bastion as Damage

SOUL KING BROOK - Junkrat

╰┈➤ Brook finds ruining people's day by playing the most annoying character on the roster the funniest thing ever. He laughs when Junkrat laughs manically. It's such a fitting choice for his personality

Other Choices: Reaper as second Damage

PORTGAS D. ACE - Solider: 76

╰┈➤ He is such a straightforward person enough to play Solider but be dope good at it. Ace would be the type of person to get ahead of themselves and over-extend though.

Sabo: ACE ACE YOURE OVER EXTENDING I CANT HEAL YOU-

Ace: Huh? *dies* Oh my bad

Sabo: Ill get off right now.

Luffy: BAHSKAKAHAIAHA WHY HE DIE LIKE THATAHSAA-

Other Choices: Torbjorn for second Damage

SABO - Baptiste

╰┈➤ Sabo is definitely a good damage support hero. He loves Bap for his sweet personality yet dark backstory similar to his own. He can't stand playing with 2 reckless damages every time though (Luffy and Ace)

Luffy: Saboooooo why didn't you heal meeeeeee :(

Sabo: YOURE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MAP IM SORRY???

Other Choices: Zenyatta as second Support, Echo as Damage

TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW - Ramattra

╰┈➤ I see Law playing the most complex Tank in the game but Law can play almost anyone on the roster if he feels like it. He barely gives out any callouts unless he is raging like crazy

Luffy: Imma go in and kill everyone

Law: ...

Zoro: I need help over here not gonna lie

Law: ...

Sanji: I think Im gonna switch-

Law: CAN THIS SYMMETRA STOP PLACING TURRETS ON OUR SPAWN OH MY FUCKING-

Other Choices: Reaper as Damage, Mercy as Support

EUSTASS KIDD - Roadhog

╰┈➤ Kidd is definitely a one-trick and only for the most annoying tank in the game. Killer is definitely his pocket healer and will yell at anyone who comes after his skills in the slightest

Law: Kid please pick another tank, you're doing terrible

Kid: WHAT??? FUCK YOU SAY

Luffy: YOU SUCK

Kid: I COULD BEAT BOTH OF YOU IN A 1V1 RIGHT NOW-

thats all! i hoped you enjoyed the little dialogues hehe

[nitewrighter]

I Got Thyme

I saw on twitter that it's currently Yeehan Week! And one of the prompts for this year is plants! It made me think back to my whole "Watchpoint Garden" headcanon, and I realized it would be a really fun thing to explore for pre-relationship YeeHan. Did you know contact with dirt can raise serotonin levels?

Oh, also this is part of my fic continuity, so if you're new here, you'll want to check out Family Reunions and First Impressions for context.

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"Do you attempt to break all new recruits with hard labor?" Hanzo asked as they walked.

"Look," Cassidy was rubbing his eyebrows with his thumb and forefinger, "If you stay here, you gotta help, and you're not exactly in a position to go on missions yet."

"I assure you, I would be more competent against Talon than at least half this Watchpoint."

"No one's sayin' you ain't good at killin'. But part of keeping this whole watchpoint moving means having food, and man does not live on shitty RTE's and shelf-stable dry goods alone."

"I am not a farmhand," said Hanzo.

"And what's wrong with bein' a farmhand?" Cassidy was giving him a raised-eyebrow, half-lidded look that told Hanzo to choose his next words very carefully.

Hanzo narrowed his own eyes at Cassidy. "I simply do not believe this is the best use of my time, or the best use of me as an asset,"

"You know 'probationary period' means we're still figuring out if we want you as an asset," said Cassidy.

"Somehow I doubt your organization can afford such exclusivity."

"Well, we certainly can't be picky when it comes to farmhands, I can tell you that much," Cassidy adjusted his belt as they walked.

A growling 'hmm' rumbled deep in Hanzo's throat as they approached the orange trees bordering the watchpoint garden.

Hanzo soon quickly regretted the ‘hard labor’ and ‘farmhand’ comments as it became immediately clear that whoever was available and not on a mission or working on some other immediately technically demanding task around the Watchpoint was working in the garden. He recognized a few faces from the night of his arrival. Satya was over near one of the few spaces of wall not covered by an orange tree, setting up a lattice. Ana was pruning back some ornamental perennials they were presumably using for pollination and pest control. Orisa was rearing back on her hind legs with some large shears, trimming away dead branches on the orange trees. Hanzo watched as her head swiveled at him and her optical sensors narrowed. A part of him knew he would have to apologize to her, if he was going to start getting any respect and traction from the rest of this group (but did he really want it?) and yet at the same time he was still so frustrated by this ridiculous 'probationary program' that they had clearly cooked up because of his presence and had not had as an established longstanding policy, that he didn't want to dignify the concept of having to earn this Watchpoint's respect.

An almost equally large, blocky robot was tilling up a new patch of soil. Hanzo's brow crinkled at the sight of the bastion unit. He knew it was on the watchpoint from his preliminary recons on the watchpoint--in truth, its presence had only made him more suspicious of Genji's organization. What kind of people would keep something that had caused such horrific devastation? But seeing it now threw him off. It was making chirruping beeping noises as it worked, in some eerie imitation of humming, as a yellow bird dizzily circled its head and tweeted tunelessly along.

"Yeah, Bastion gets that reaction a lot," said Cassidy, and Hanzo snapped out of his focus.

"Why would you keep something like that around?" asked Hanzo on reflex.

"Bastion's Torbjorn's..." Cassidy hesitated.

"Pet?"

"...buddy," It was clear Cassidy had some skepticism himself on the matter, but was far more used to Bastion's presence.

"Does it go on missions as well?"

"Not that often. We've brought it along on some missions outreaching with omnic communities, some non-combat ecology missions. I can think of like, maybe two missions where there was actual combat but that wasn't really planned. Other than that, it's a bit of a homebody."

"Non-combat missions?" Hanzo arched an eyebrow.

"Yup."

"That is a gun with legs," said Hanzo.

"Well, it doesn't want to be a gun with legs. It wants to be a gardener, and we're more than happy to help it with that."

"So happy you could join us, Cole," Ana stepped up to both of them and Hanzo felt himself tense at the words 'Join us.'

"Well, I figured y'all could use a little extra muscle," Cassidy demonstratively put a hand on his own shoulder and circled his arm with a grin.

Ana's gaze shifted Hanzo with a deliberate slowness. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "So you're really going along with Winston and Jack's plan, then?" she said, her eyes flicking back to Cole.

Hanzo hated being referred to as a 'plan.'

"Just helpin' where I can," said Cassidy with an easy shrug. He bumped his shoulder into Hanzo's, "And he's here to help, too."

"You all... seem to have the. matter well in hand--" Hanzo started, glancing around awkwardly.

"Trust me, we're playing catch-up. I'm sure you'll find something," said Ana, before looking over at Cassidy, "In fact, Cole, we were hoping you could take a look at the irrigation Satya and Torbjörn have planned for the new plot, seeing as technically you have more experience with those systems than a lot of people here."

"Ah hell, I was just a teenager," Cassidy itched at the hair poking out under the brim of his hat.

"That experience is still worth something," said Ana.

A prickle of realization went up the back of Hanzo's neck.

What's wrong with bein' a farmhand?

Of course... Hanzo thought grimly, watching as Cassidy pushed up the sleeves of his shirt and followed Ana over to the area that Bastion was digging up. Hanzo moved to follow over, though he wasn't exactly sure what he would do, when he heard a polite, "Excuse me?"

"Hanzo, right?" a voice piped up next to him and Hanzo glanced sharply over and down at a round, pleasant face, with sunlight catching in glasses.

"We haven't met yet. I'm Mei, would you like to help me in the greenhouse?"

Hanzo's brow crinkled.

----

It really wasn't enough of a 'house' to be called a greenhouse. More of a green 'shed,' or a green 'shanty.' Hanzo frowned over the seedlings in the egg carton before glancing up at Mei, who was carefully cutting out her selections from their egg carton with some shears. He glanced over at several seedlings growing out of cut up cardboard tubes. For one of the leading scientists of her time, Mei wasn't picky when it came to seed containers, and apparently neither were the plants.

"Just separate out the bigger sprouts from the littler ones," said Mei, "We want the most viable plants for the new plot. If you see an extra sprout in the cell, you can just clip that one short. We don't want to risk damaging the roots this early. we want about 6 plants each of tomatoes and peppers."

"I... see..." said Hanzo, who was still helplessly watching her hands as she worked and feeling even more foolish to be afraid of using gardening shears after decades of skillfully handling deadly weapons.

"We've been wanting to expand the growing area for a while," Mei was talking, "It's just, we knew that would mean re-doing the irrigation, which isn't that hard, and honestly it really is now or never with these seedlings looking the way they are. It's just one of those things people easily forget about with all the missions and with their own things..."

She had, as she had explained for most of their time in the greenhouse, been back in China researching aquifers in Shanxi when he first arrived on the Watchpoint. Hanzo wasn't sure if she had been briefed on all of the events of his arrival, and was stuck in the annoying limbo of, 'Does she not know or is she actively choosing to ignore all of that?' as Mei spoke. There was a pause and Hanzo realized Mei was waiting for him to respond.

"And... Shanxi was... your business?" Hanzo said slowly, feeling like an idiot. The more time he spent here, the more he heard people talk to each other, the more he realized how few and far between his interactions with people over the years since leaving the Shimada clan had been.

"Honestly, I think water tables are everyone's business already, or at least they should be," there was a giggle in Mei's voice, "But, some work you do with Overwatch, and other stuff... well, you can't."

"Because Overwatch is operating illegally," Hanzo said flatly, cutting away at a cell which seemed to have a strong seedling.

"Er... yes," said Mei, tucking some hair back, sheepishly, "But, even when I'm on my own, I like to think I'm doing the same work I was doing with them 9 years ago, even if a lot of things are different now."

"And... you are not a soldier, but a scientist."

"The amount of times I've heard that!" said Mei with an eye roll.

"So... you are a non-combatant as well? Like... the Bastion unit?" Hanzo clipped a stray sprout in its cell, and felt oddly guilty in doing so.

"It's not 'the bastion unit' it's just 'Bastion,'" said Mei, easily clipping away at her own seedlings, "But... no, I fight."

"You fight?" Hanzo repeated incredulously.

"Well it's not usually that direct, it's more like the cryo-gun has a lot of applications that can help my team. Raising barriers, creating platforms to get us to higher levels, sometimes creating temporary fixes to unstable structures... it's not all guns blazing all the time!"

"...clearly," said Hanzo, looking at his own seedlings.

"Well, I think we're all set for the tomatoes and peppers!" said Mei, with their selected seedlings all lined up.

"What about this one?" Hanzo held up one of his own seedlings, not wanting to admit that he was a little hurt that she seemed to favor her own selections over his.

"Well, we only have limited space in the garden and these guys are going to get a lot bigger--but you can just keep that one for yourself, if you like? I'm sure we have a spare pot lying around..."

Hanzo glanced at the seedling, and then looked at Mei. "...why?"

"Plants are good for you! I honestly think the Watchpoint could use more green outside the garden. Think of it like... a welcome gift!"

"I am only here on probation," Hanzo said flatly.

"Oh..." Mei said quietly.

"But... I do not know when I will be leaving so... I will see that it is taken care of until then."

"Oh--um, good," said Mei.

A long pause passed between them. Mei was awkwardly sweeping spare bits of dirt off of their worktable.

"Hey, so... you weren't trying to hurt anyone when you came onto the Watchpoint, right?"

So she does know, Hanzo thought sourly.

"No," said Hanzo, "But... I apologize for damaging your security drone."

"What security drone?" Mei tilted her head and a half-sphere-shaped robot suddenly hovered to her side, making a quizzical whirring sound. Okay, so she hadn't heard everything, apparently.

"Eh--" Hanzo stammered at the robot. How many pet robots do they have? he thought, bewilderedly.

"Oh, sorry! This is Snowball! Snowball, Hanzo." Mei gestured at Hanzo to her robot, "But sorry, you were saying about a security drone?"

Hanzo remembered, at this point, how he had managed to make everyone who had confronted him that night hate him by referring to Orisa as a security drone, and he had simply referred to her as a security drone in that moment because he was too frustrated with the concept of apologizing to someone whom he was just meeting now for something she hadn't even been here for to remember Orisa had a name.

"There was--" Hanzo started, but then there was a creak of the greenhouse door opening and Ana leaned in.

"Mei, do you mind if I borrow him for a bit? We're shelling the last of the broad bean harvest."

"Do you mind?" Mei looked at Hanzo.

Hanzo minded a lot of things about the current situation, but now was in a position where he wasn't sure if he was more annoyed at Ana talking as if he didn't have a choice in the matter, and Mei talking to him as if he did. Where was the damned discipline in this place? But instead, all that came out of his mouth was, "...beans?"

---

Both Hanzo and Ana sat at a temporary hard-light table with hard-light chairs in the shade of one of the orange trees. Each of them had a small bowl in their lap to catch the beans as they shelled them. A large bowl, slowly being filled with shelled beans was between them, and a slowly growing pile of empty bean pods was at their feet. Hanzo hated to admit that he liked this work far more than working with the seedlings. In a way it reminded him of crafting his own arrows, in a more menial, mindless way.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot," said Ana, tossing down a

"You shot me with a sleeping dart."

"You broke onto the watchpoint and attacked both Orisa and Cole."

"They attacked me--"

"Did they attack you, or did they talk to you first?"

"...they... told me to lower my weapon."

"The weapon you had at the ready while breaking onto our Watchpoint."

"...yes."

Ana was giving him a steady, tired-but-patient look. "You're very used to doing things on your own terms, aren't you?"

Hanzo returned her gaze with a mild glower.

Hanzo wasn't exactly sure how long he would keep up the glare, but the moment of tension was abruptly ended when Bastion clunked up to them and gestured at the bean pods at their feet with a questioning chirrup.

"Yes, dear, thank you," said Ana as Bastion scooped up the bean pods and clunked off again towards the compost pile.

"...you fought in the crisis, didn't you?" Hanzo asked.

"I did," said Ana.

"And you have no issue living with a Bastion unit?"

"You seem a bit hung up on that."

"I have no issues with omnics, I've worked with many in my travels, but that is clearly not a typical laborer unit, and I am trying to understand why it is here."

"Why 'it' is here..." Ana repeated musingly and Hanzo felt the back of his neck burning.

"If it does not fight..." Hanzo trailed off.

"Not everything is about combat," said Ana.

Hanzo gave Ana a skeptical look.

"Overwatch was initially formed to combat the omnic crisis, this is true, but many believe that our greater contributions were in our relief efforts, in our scientific research and advancements," Ana looked over at Bastion, turning over the compost pile with a rake, "It's taken some getting used to, but I think I like what Bastion's presence represents to me."

"And that is...?"

"That we are more than the battles we fought. That we can shape ourselves beyond the circumstances we were made in."

"To be... gardeners," said Hanzo, watching as Bastion took up a shovel-ful of more broken down compost and clunked over to where Cassidy was hoeing up an extra square foot onto the end of their new intended plot. Hanzo's eyes lingered over Cassidy and the way the plaid of his shirt stretched taut over his back muscles, the way his belt stood stubborn over the movement of his hips. Cassidy pushed himself up to his full height, tilted his hat back with his thumb, and wiped the sweat from his brow, his gardening gloves leaving a smudge of dirt amidst the salt and shine, the topmost buttons of his shirt straining with his breath.

"Among other things," said Ana. Hanzo instantly gauged that she could tell where he was looking and shoved his eyes down to the bean pods in his lap.

"It would be more efficient to just attach a hard-light plow to the OR-15 unit," Hanzo muttered, shelling beans faster than usual.

"There's not really enough space for that. Although, you're welcome to try and put a plow on Orisa," Ana said with amusement.

Hanzo's lips just thinned and he shelled in silence. Eventually, though, his eyes did trail back to Cassidy.

"...I should have asked you, how are you two getting along?"

"He... worked on farms prior to this?" said Hanzo, watching as Cassidy guzzled from a water bottle to the point where it was running down his neck. Not realizing he wasn't really answering Ana's question.

"We were able to find some temporary working documentation with a few agro-corps in his records when we first recruited him. He doesn't like talking about it much, but he does have some skills in that area," said Ana. She paused. "He's not a thug, by the way."

"What?" said Hanzo.

"That's what you called him your first night here. A 'thug serving the word of whomever's most convenient to him.'"

Hanzo's shoulders shrank a little.

"He didn't have a lot of say in the matter when he first joined us either," Ana went on, "But he's been one of our most loyal agents over the years, even knowing us at our worst. He knew when we were doing wrong, he knew when things were going rotten, but we were all he had so..." she trailed off, "I don't think he's ever done anything out of 'convenience.'"

Hanzo watched as Cassidy struck down with the hoe once more, jamming a booted foot on top of it, apparently working with a particularly rooty, hard chunk of earth.

"I... spoke more out of emotion than recognition of my environment that night," said Hanzo, "It will not happen again."

"It always happens again," said Ana, "To everyone."

Hanzo gave her a sidelong glance and turned his attention down to his beans. "I can't afford that sort of misstep. And I can't see how you all can sit around gardening and shelling beans when, if Genji is to be believed, you stand on the brink of annihilation from Null Sector and Talon."

"What do you think Genji and the others are doing right now?" said Ana, dumping her own bowl of shelled beans into the larger bowl between them, "There is always the fight, but there's also the garrison. There's making sure there's a place to regroup, to recover, to strategize, to assess the threats present to us" she demonstratively shook a bean pod at him, "To eat."

Hanzo snorted softly.

"You have been alone for a long time," Ana said quietly, casting an empty bean pod to the ground.

"I have," Hanzo admitted, "And... I am not sure if I am capable of helping build what you are describing."

"According to your dossier, you're, in theory, a highly proficient strategist and organizer."

"That was for criminals. This is..." Hanzo trailed off.

Ana just shrugged and continued shelling. "You know," she said, "In the military, there's two kinds of people--well, it's more of two ends of a spectrum, really. You have the people who joined because they like the concept of order, both having discipline put in their lives, and being able to have order over others--the ability to say something, and then see others put your words into action. Then there are others--they join for their own reasons, they don't take to the authority as well, but they prove themselves highly adaptable in combat. No one is 100% of either, and you need people who have a well-balanced mix of all those attributes, or a good mix of people who lean more towards one or the other, to have a successful team. A team that's too dependent on falling in line can't adapt when things change, and things will change, and a team that's full of self-declared mavericks can't pull together as a unit."

"Why are you telling me this?" said Hanzo.

"I don't think I've ever met someone who is such a thorough mix of both those aspects in a way that completely bites them in the ass before you," she paused, "Well, except maybe Jack."

"And you can make this judgment when I've only been on the Watchpoint several days?" Hanzo didn't look up from his own bean pods.

"I've been doing this a long time," Ana said easily.

Hanzo glanced back at Cassidy. "And which type was he?"

"I'll give you one guess," said Ana, and Hanzo gave an amused huff.

----

The shadows were long on the watchpoint by the time they had the irrigation completely set up and all the little seedlings planted at their respective plots. Bastion tweeted as it spread out mulch and raked up stray dirt and clippings. Most of the gardeners dispersed to put away equipment or prep for dinner in the mess hall.

"Whatcha got there?" Cassidy asked as they both walked away from the garden.

"It's...nothing," said Hanzo, holding the small seedling at his side away from Cassidy.

"Doesn't look like nothing," said Cassidy, craning over Hanzo's shoulder to get a better look. He smelled like sweat and crushed leaves and orange rinds and sweet earth.

"It's a plant," Hanzo said flatly, "It was a gift."

"Look at you, makin' friends already," said Cassidy, pocketing his hands, "So what do you think? Now that we all ain't in pajamas and pointing guns and bows at each other?"

Hanzo kept his eyes fixed forward. "I am still trying to understand how you organize yourselves. I came here under the impression that this was a mercenary group, but actually observing you..." he trailed off.

"It's not all gardening, obviously," said Cassidy, "There's maintenance, inventorying, surveying watchpoint security 'n where we need equipment, whether we can whip something up on-site, other means of acquisitions and what-have-you, Winston keep sending out these 'team morale evaluations,'" Cassidy used finger quotes at this, "Yup. I think this was a pretty lucky day to see the Watchpoint like this, t'be honest. And you can bet the old Overwatch wasn't exactly keeping itself fed with a victory garden either—I mean aside from what they'd have for Ecowatch photo-ops. We do what we can to teach each other different jobs. 'Course everyone has different areas of expertise, but you figure out ways to carry each others' loads. Somehow shit pulls together. The wheels haven't fallen off yet." 

"Fewer resources and personnel means a more fluid hierarchy," Hanzo murmured to himself.

"I guess," Cassidy shrugged, "You think about what you want out of all this?"

"What do you mean?" said Hanzo, managing to suppress the question of 'What is there to get out of all this?'

"I mean like... You talk about wanting to fight alongside us---"

"I want to fight because I won't have the only family I have left dying for you."

"And that's great! It is! I mean, I want to think it's great. Again--you're still on probation--"

"You don't have to keep telling me."

"But I'm asking about you. Your plans. We all make it through this, what are you going to do? Are you just going to keep following Genji around? Go back to Japan and try and take that big ol' palace back? Ride off into the sunset?"

Hanzo's jaw set grimly and he didn't answer. Cassidy watched him for a few seconds in silence. Hanzo's eyes met his only briefly, expecting contempt but not finding it. Instead, Cassidy's face had softened. Pity?

"...You don't have to answer that," said Cassidy, a bit too late.

"What about you?" asked Hanzo.

Cassidy just pocketed his hands and fixed his eyes forward. "Ride off into the sunset?" he said again, shrugging, then after a beat he said, "...maybe turn myself in. Get a lawyer. Say my piece. Do my time if I have to. Hell, maybe the system'll be working then."

"...You don't know if you're going to make it out of this alive," Hanzo said quietly.

"I'm just more worried about getting everyone else through this alive," said Cassidy, "You included, believe it or not."

Another long silence passed between them as they walked.

"Don't tell the Captain that, though," said Cassidy, "She fusses over me enough as it is."

"I can tell," said Hanzo. For once the corners of his mouth were pulled in something that was not a frown.

[angelsandarsenic]

Lifeweaver battle whump oneshot

I'm abandoning OW cannon, if they can interact in the game, they can interact in the fic

---In which the team learns not to abandon their healers, and Lifeweaver is overworked---

This wasn't the first time Niran had been targeted on the battlefield, and it wouldn't be the last. (Frankly, it hadn't come close to the first time he'd been targeted in life either). 

        He wanted to say he didn't care--on the battlefield it was because he was the healer, it was a testament to his dreams coming to life, he had always faced pushback for his ideals--but when it was this persistent, he couldn't help but get very tired of it very quickly. It was definitely partially the enemy's fault, they were ruthless, this battle had gone on far too long. 

        However, his own team left some to be desired in this endeavor. As Lifeweaver, Niran had recently started going on missions with the newly reformed Overwatch. Technically, he was more of an outsourced vigilante than one of their agents, but he had learned their strategies and members well by now, and was more than used to working with them. Most often, it went incredibly well. It was times like this that scared him.

        A pained gasp directed Niran's attention from Orisa, currently locked in battle with a massive omnic, over to his right, where a human Overwatch agent stumbled, clutching her side, gun sagging in her hand, hat ready to fall off her head. Another omnic loomed over her. 

        Without needing to think, Lifeweaver grabbed her, yanking her back the thirty or so yards between them, and away from the omnic. The pink light surrounding her shielded them both from the bullet spray aimed their way and he quickly set to work with his healing blossom. "I have you," he reassured her. Was it Ashe? He had already forgotten her name, this was their first time working together. "Stay close, will you?" The last thing he needed was people running off where he couldn't reach them, especially in such a cluttered area as this. The buildings in Survasa were close, with too many walls and corners. Although, with the rampaging omnics destroying everything, that might not be an issue in the near future. 

        With the omnic uprising, Lifeweaver had become familiar with fighting all types of enemies, from humans, to peaceful omnic models turned warriors for their freedom, and even R-7000 Ravagers, like the leader of the Null Sector. But...there was something bugging him about these omnics. They weren't acting like the beings he usually fought. They didn't have a leader, or any kind of attack patterns. They didn't even seem to be-

        Lifeweaver hissed as a bullet grazed his side. He whirled around, healing blossom already shifting on his arm to become a weapon. Another bullet whizzed past his head, close enough to hear, and Niran's heart jumped in his chest. He took a step back into a more steady stance and opened fire on the advancing machines. Aim between the chinks in their armor, just make them fall apart. He hated when he could think during battles. It always made his heart ache. I wish violence never solved anything. It would make peace so much easier. 

        They didn't even flinch as his thorns embedded themselves deep. One even got its arm torn off without so much as a stumble. What is going on?! Omnics were sentient, they felt pain and distress, joy and hope just like any other creature, why weren't they reacting?

        His mind flashed back to the distress call they had been organized to respond to. Supposedly the monks from the Shambali Temple in the village had gone mad, laying siege to Survasa. He remembered the other Overwatch members' murmurs of disbelief, their distrust in the call, as well as his own. None of it made any sense!

        Now, facing the omnics' blank stares, their thoughtless behavior, it was all starting to form a picture Niran didn't like. "Orisa!" As the longest standing and most accomplished Overwatch agent of the team, the tank was their mission leader. Surely, they would listen to him and they could investigate this. 

        There was no response. The omnics that had been attacking him, still in their monk garb, finally stopped, destroyed. With a regretful grimace, he turned away. Where did the team go?! Panic flashed through him. How did they all manage to disappear so quickly?! Why didn't anyone make sure he was coming?! It was dangerous to split up like this! 

        "Orisa!" Niran sprinted through the village, stumbling over debris. This place was like a maze, how was he supposed to find them?! The clamor of battle came from every direction. Surely they hadn't all dispersed. But then again, if it wasn't his teammates he was hearing, then it was omnics attacking civilians, who should have been evacuated by now. 

        Lifeweaver huffed. He was exhausted. The temporary lull in the battle let weariness seep into his bones and sent an ache through his lungs. The wound in his side was shallow, but at this point his healing abilities were wearing out as well, and it wasn't fixing itself as quickly as it could be. With the adrenaline wearing off, it burned like mad when he stepped, or climbed through the rubble. Still, he needed to keep going. This was what he was here for, to help people. He needed to find his team fast, or they could all be done for. So, gritting his teeth, he broke into a run once more. Best bet was to head to the dim flashes and the most noise. 

When he arrived, Niran's heart dropped. 

        On the plus side, he thought, he had found his team. Most of them. He could still save this. He had to still save this, there wasn't anyone left. On his way here he had seen the body of his support partner in an alley, clearly already dead. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened; it had been a surprise attack, targeted, the moment they were even somewhat on their own. Fighting back bile in his throat at the bloody mess that had once been his teammate, Niran forced himself to continue onward. I hope their soul finds peace. 

        The team itself wasn't looking too good. Immediately, Lifeweaver leapt into action, sending as many healing bursts as he could. They were all together now, in the heart of the village. In the back of his mind, he took note of the huge statue casting its long shadow over the grounds, but too easily got distracted by the heat of battle once more. 

        Orisa had the most armor and experience, their health was low, but not as bad as it could be and they could take care of themself. Lifeweaver sent a large healing burst their way and reached out with his life grip to grab their second attack agent, and not a moment too late. The omnic stabbed, just missing the man as he was yanked away. The blade in its arm bounded harmlessly off the light shield. He didn't watch them fly towards him, instead pulling them both onto a petal platform as soon as he could take a split second with his left hand and shooting healing light at the female agent from before. The man collapsed at his feet, dangerously low on health. Luckily, the platform could do a large portion of the healing for him. He slammed a couple short bursts directly through the man's exposed back, just enough to make sure he wouldn't die from blood loss and split his attention again between the remaining two agents on the ground. 

        There were so many omnics, how were they going to stop them?! His mind had gone blank, working on rapid autopilot just to keep his teammates alive. Luckily, it wasn't long before the man he had pulled to the platform readied his weapon again and leapt off, right into a small crowd of enemies. He'd have to keep an eye out for him, but he seemed to be doing alright at the moment. 

        Orisa slammed their fist into the face of the last omnic next to them, making a motion of a sigh of relief, and suddenly Lifeweaver remembered. Maybe we can stop them--turn them off somehow, or figure out what's controlling them! "O-"

        He dropped. The petal platform disappeared out from underneath him, and Niran's heart leapt into his throat. He was usually so good at timing it so he could be prepared! Before he knew it, his feet hit the ground with a jolt that rocked his whole body, one ankle twisting painfully, and he crumpled. His hands scraped against the hard ground and he hissed, tasting blood from where he had bitten his own tongue. Cursing, he forced himself to look up. 

        Already, his team needed his help again. Orisa was charging to aid the attack agents, but they were both being swarmed, covered in blood and Niran could see one's broken arm from here. Without bothering to stand, he aimed the full might of his healing blossom at the group. At one point, he tossed another petal platform, throwing away omnics who got caught on the edges and temporarily removing his team from the battle. Only now, when the recovering omnics spotted him instead of their original prey, did he remember his position. Not being on one's feet was vulnerable, it was slow and was all an enemy needed in a split second to fuck you up. 

        Luckily, they were still a ways away, he could stand and run in plenty of time. Theoretically. As soon as Niran put weight on his right leg, his ankle sent another jolt of pain, and he stumbled, this time falling on his ass. Oh no. His eyes widened. No, no, he needed to get up! They weren't that far, he needed to run! 

        None of his teammates noticed the beings abandoning them and advancing on him. Why would they? They still had their own battle to fight and they weren't support, they weren't supposed to be on the lookout for their teammates like he was. But he was scared. No, no, he could deal with this on his own. He was always meant for great things, he was always so smart, so capable--even his parents knew despite not liking the way he did things--he could handle this on his own, he just needed to get up!

        Lifeweaver's breaths were coming fast. He tried again, turning over to scramble to his feet. This time he was prepared for the pain, limping in the other direction as fast as he could. The bullet wound from before was healed by now, thank goodness. But all too soon, another ripped through his side. this time deeper, between his bottom ribs, and Niran choked on a scream. The ratatattat of ammunition fanned out around him. It was sheer luck he hadn't been struck down already. He needed help, he- he could life grip someone to him...but at what cost? Would that doom them both? If he pulled someone away from where they were fighting, would the other two die without them? 

        Blood dampened his clothes and stained sticky on his skin. He already knew he wouldn't do it. It was his job to protect the others, he wouldn't put them in more danger just to save himself if it wasn't a near guarantee that they could make it. This time he did cry out as another bullet tore into his shoulder. 

Prove to us that you're worth our time and money Niran! 

You're brilliant, we know you are, you just have to do it right!

Casualties happen, it's regrettable, but it's part of war we can't avoid. 

        There were other healers. He was going to die eventually, he knew what he had signed up for. Surely they could go on without him. Surely they would call a retreat any minute. If this was the way it was meant to end...

        No one noticed his predicament. Even when he screamed, no one turned their heads or their weapons, no one called out to him. 

        No! He limped further back, though the pace was slow. He didn't want to die! He couldn't, there was still so much he had left to do! What could he do, what could he do?! He had used his tree not too long ago, it didn't have enough power yet. 

        The shadows of the omnics were only inches from he feet now. It didn't matter any more if their aim was atrocious, point blank was point blank. At almost the same moment, a dreadful, metallic screech cut through the air. Lifeweaver aimed his thorn gun at one omnic's face, quickly dismantling it. Behind it, he watched as the statue tipped. The second omnic didn't look away from its target, slowly marching closer and re-aiming it's gun at his chest. The statue was about to fall on Orisa. They hadn't noticed, they were going to be crushed. 

        Ignoring the pain shooting like lightning across his body, Niran leapt to the side, haphazardly shooting at the omnic, while his real focus was the tank. If his aim was off at all-

        The instant the glowing bubble enveloped Orisa, he relaxed. Its front half shattered under the weight of the statue, just barely moving them out of the way in time. Agony erupted in Niran's skin, bones and muscle as he was riddled with bullets and his world went black. 

----------------------------

        Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...

-----(is he alive? maybe. that depends on if we want a sequel)--------

[itshiiiiiiiiightide]

Overwatch Plays Pathfinder

Looking for an Overwatch plays a tabletop AU? Look no further! First chapter of my Questwatch inspored fic is up with more to come! Featuring DMs Emily and Cassidy and 10 players from the Overwatch cast!

Relationships: Lifeweaver | Niran Pruksamanee/Satya "Symmetra" Vaswani, Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta, Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Genji Shimada, Orisa/Hana "D.Va" Song, Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova/Mei-Ling Zhou, Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada, Kiriko Kamori/Brigitte Lindholm, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Ana Amari/Reinhardt Wilhelm

[joshpathfinder]

I posted a new tickle fic on Ao3. Hanzo/Cole after the antics of the previous fic come to Hanzo’s attention via Orisa questioning Cassidy in front of him.

[ilsanslut]

ABOUT VAMPIIE!

𖥻 info: vampiie aka sukunas cumslut and ryusei's aspiring b/himbo g/bf. 22. pan. gender-fluid. she/he/they. virgo. est. adhd.

𖥻 fandoms: blue lock. jujutsu kaisen. tokyo revengers. dragon ball. attack on titan. demon slayer. haikyuu. spy x family. my hero academia. hunter x hunter. genshin impact. pokemon. apex legends. overwatch. dead by daylight. my hero academia. honkai star rail. kpop. resident evil.

𖥻 socisls: c.ai. tiktok. (coming soon)

credit to @.cafekitsune for 'support' banners used in fics.

𖥻 my hunnies:

𖥻 blue lock: SHIDOU RYUSEI. bachira meguru. kunigami rensuke. michael kaiser. nagi seishiro. 𖥻 jujutsu kaisen: SUKUNA. FUSHIGURO TOJI. itadori yuji. okkotsu yuta. 𖥻 tokyo revengers: BAJI KEISUKE. RINDOU HAITANI. sanzu haruchiyo. KAWATA NAHOYA. imaushi wakasa. 𖥻 dragon ball: zamasu/black goku. BROLY. future trunks. goku. 𖥻 attack on titan: eren jaeger. reiner braun. erwin smith. connie springer. 𖥻 demon slayer: akaza. DOUMA. muzan. GYUTARO. kamado nezuko. rengoku kyojuro. KANROJI MISTURI. uzui suma. uzui tengen. 𖥻 haikyuu: MIYA OSAMU. TSUKISHIMA KEI. kozume kenma. KYOUTANI KENTAROU. IWAIZUMI HAJIME. BOKUTOU KENTAROU. TENDOU SATORI. ushijima wakatoshi. sakusa kiyoomi. rintarou suna. 𖥻 spy x family: YOR FORGER. LOID FORGER. 𖥻 my hero academia: VLAD KING. ENDEAVOR. ASHIDO MINA. BAKUGOU KATSUKI. KUROIRO SHIHAI. HADOU NEJIRE. TOMURA SHIGARAKI. dabi. shindo yo. shinsou hitoshi. utsushimi camie. MIRUKO. lady nagant. TOGA HIMIKO. hawks. 𖥻 hunter x hunter: PORTOR FEITAN. LUCILFER CHROLLO. zoldyck killua. murasaki shizuku. UVOGIN. 𖥻 genshin impact: ARATAKI ITTO. CHILDE. ZHONGLI. DILUC RAGNVINDR. KAEYA ALBERICH. wanderer. RAIDEN EI. yae miko. NEUVILLETTE. WRIOTHESLEY. xinyan. KLEE. YAOYAO. xiao. SHENHE. 𖥻 pokemon: MIMIKYU. SYLVEON. INCINEROAR. palkia. giratina. TINKATON. HATTERENE. arven. grusha. professor toro. professor kukui. leon. milo. RAIHAN. NESSA. 𖥻 apex legends: LOBA. WATTSON. LIFELINE. REVENANT. octane. MIRAGE. BLOODHOUND. fuse. maggie. catalyst. 𖥻 overwatch: RAMATTRA. GENJI SHIMADA. COLE CASSIDY. dva. zarya. reinhardt. ORISA. JUNKER QUEEN. WIDOWMAKER. REAPER. lifeweaver. baptiste. mercy. DOOMFIST. moira. ana. echo. SOJOURN. 𖥻 dead by daylight: GHOSTFACE. FENG MIN. michael myers. huntress. doctorr. THE LEGION. SPIRIT. ONI. TRICKSTER. nea karlsson. vittorio toscano. 𖥻 resident evil: LEON KENNEDY. CARLOS OLIVEIRA. NEMESIS. ADA WONG. albert wesker. jill valentine. ALCINA DIMITRESCU. tyrant. SHEVA ALOMAR. 𖥻 honkai star rail: HOOK. DAN HENG. BLADE. JING YUAN. BAILU. tingyun. kafka. SVAROG. clara. NATASHA. SERVAL. SAMPO. gepard. PELA. 𖥻 kpop: BTS. ATEEZ. TWICE. GIDLE. SEO SOOJIN. blackpink. itzy. STRAY KIDS. red velvet. aespa. LES SSERAFIM. newjeans.

[that-60s-jazz-song]

requests are open!!! rules:

full on fics? no

oneshots? sure!

fandoms: overwatch, psychonauts

who will i write for? (overwatch): everyone! i will only write wrecking ball, winston, bastion and orisa platonically. (psychonauts): I WILL NOT WRITE FOR THE CHILDREN UNLESS IT'S HEADCANONS. other than that, everyone!

nsfw? (overwatch): to my discretion. if i feel like i can't write it, or im not comfortable with it, i will let you know. (psychonauts): no, sorry

sfw? absolutely for both fandoms!

headcanon page? yes! (both fandoms)

things i will always say no to:

pedophilia, zoophilia, proship, waterworks, alpha/omega stuff, incest, etc.

WARNING: i am not very good at writing. i will write to the best of my ability, but if you don't like it then move on :] be nice

[d1strxct]

hmm... hii!!

just wanted to say you got SUPER good writing and fics!! (currently biased for that genji and zenyatta fic you made) i really like your fics, even though x y/n aint much of my thing,, but im lured in with overwatch 🙏

anyways, tldr: you got super awesome writing and im here for it,, keep continuing to improve your writing and other stuff everyday hehe! <3

thank you so much!! i’m so glad you like them! same goes to you 🥹

i think your orisa tk headcanons were great 🤝 (i was the one that asked for them :3) if you have any more headcanons, i would love to hear them!

[citrinefaun]

Headcanons and A bit of Fic Writing?

So to start this off,I’ll be going through headcanons ,ideas then the fic writing (it’ll be my first time fic writing so be gentle <3)

These are overwatch based ^^

Headcanons:

1.This one is based on i spray I found in Zens sprays x

He was definitely terrible at sparring and fighting like down bad terrible,but was good with dodging

2.Maximilian (however u spell it?)is one of the most snobbiest assholes (after gerad ofc)

3.Mondatta is a violinist idec

4.Wrecking ball is the master at manipulating people,deeming to his ‘cute’ appearance-

Ideas:

These are mostly AU ideas

1.All ‘ important’ omnics who are part of Shambali,are part of somewhat the Iris(An au i literally thought up when daydreaming-)So this would be , Mondatta, Ramattra(he kinda counts? It’s complicated to explain),and Zenyatta

2.SWAP AU!!! I thought out a few?

Zenyatta >Ramattra

Ashe>Cassidy

Roadhog> Junkrat

Mercy>Moira

Jack>Gabe

Hanzo>Genji

Efi >Orisa(efi= lil omnic,orisa=human with some mech parts!)

That’s all so far 😿

And Lastly,My horrific Fic Writing ❤️

Like I said,I’m new to it so plz be gentle,gimmie some criticism so i can do and be better at this!!

There’s only gonna be one so sorry 😭👋

“Sparring”

A Zenyatta and Ramattra Small fic❤️

Zenyatta:”Brother,I don’t really see the need to..you know,fight when we literally live in the mountains..”

Ramattra:”Heh,you never know Zenyatta,one day people could come and try to hurt us,so tis good we practice,you’re just lucky mondatta hasn’t got the pleasure of teaching you,he’s hard on new followers..

Zenyatta:Righttt,so! When do we begin?? Now o-

-Ramattra Swiftly goes in for a punch,Zenyatta Dodges just as swift-

Zenyatta:Okay then brother,let’s do this !

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That’s It for today! Thank you for listening!❤️

Tags:

#overwatch #overwatch2 #firstfic #rambles

#headcanons #ideas #mondatta #zenyatta #ramattra #wrecking ball

[overwatch-xoxo]

Idk if you're only an X reader blog but I was wondering if you could do a genie AU with Orisa and Genji being that there both genies and becuz neither of them has seen another magic genie when they hump into each other they sort of get all giddy and teary eyed. They cultures are deiffenrnt but there both genies so the ly both have similar experiences with masters and magic XD

This idea is so sweet!  I hope you enjoy the fic, my friend (:

unbreakable chains

genji & orisa platonic relationship | genie au | efi cameo | 1500 words

Genji could feel when he was being passed from one set of hands to another. It was a rough scraping of the sides, the feel of calloused fingers cradling the outside of his vessel, that made his figurative gums ache and his fingers tingle. He hated the shackles that bound him, the form which he had been forced to take. It had all been part of the pact he’d made all those years ago, when he’d been on the brink of death, to save his life. He’d agreed to this, to serve, yet he hated it.

In all these years, these decades, he had never met someone who genuinely wanted to be his friend, who wanted to speak to him as an equal.

He had the power of the world at his fingertips - the power to grant any wish, save a few minor rules. Some masters had been kindly but needy, their three wishes typically simple and basic and fast - food in their bellies, roofs over their heads. These were the ones who rubbed every lamp-shaped object they saw simply because they were desperate for anything, even magic, to help them. Some were greedy, who had usually bought the vessel from its previous owner, and they bided their time with him, only calling upon him when they needed some political sway or another favor that could wreck worlds if he wasn’t careful.

During the journey between hands, he was often in a half-awake form of consciousness. There was no living space inside the vessel, no miniature studio apartment - just him, sleepy and uncaring, drifting along and feeling the stroke of fingers that were usually gentle and sparse.

His home often smelled of tea - that much he was aware of. His vessel was a steel-cast teapot adorned with dragons, and he felt full and at peace when someone brewed a hot pot of tea within it, gingerly touching only the handle and the spout, sometimes with a cloth over their fingers to avoid burns. It might have been his favorite part of the imprisonment.

And then he was awoken, with a rumbling and the jolt of adrenaline that typically came with being pulled from his slumber. He had used to maintain a spiel, a string over words that rolled out of his mouth every time he was awoken. But by now, he assumed the newest master knew the drill, at least from general mythological knowledge, because the rubbing of the lamp with one’s bare hands was a very deliberate act. He’d only explain, these days, if they were completely clueless.

This one was not.

A small, dark-skinned girl was jumping around in near-hysterical joy at his arrival, chanting something along the lines of, “I found a genie! I found a genie!” Genji smirked in approval - he’d never had this enthusiastic of a response before, but he could certainly get used to it.

His legs materialized, and he landed on the floor of what appeared to be a rather well-used workshop, littered in various metal scraps and greasy cloths, technological parts that he could probably never understand. It smelled of soldering and gasoline, and a little bit of curry. Was this all hers? “What is your name, little one?” he asked.

“I’m Efi,” she said, instantly focused, although the smile did not drop off her face. “And I have a task for you.”

“Ah, yes, the wishes,” Genji said, inspecting his nails. How could he ever forget? How could anyone?

“No, not the wishes.” She gestured at a little hunk of brassy metal beside his teapot. “I just need you to talk to her. She’s a genie, too, but her lamp broke so I made her a new one, and I think she could use someone like her to help her through it.”

Genji wasn’t sure which was most implausible - that this thing could be a genie’s lamp, or that this girl had another actual genie in the same room as him. He supposed it wasn’t impossible for him to have been in such close proximity to one in the past - he’d been stored in royal vaults, for example, to be bargained for when the time was right or to be passed down for generations. And he might not have been the only one in that vault. But he had never come face-to-face with another, and the thought of it it made him frown with nervousness.

“I-I’m duty bound to grant you wishes,” he stammered, coming up blank with something better to say.

Efi rolled her eyes. “Well, then, I wish you would talk to this other genie for me.”

He felt the familiar pull of magic, binding him to the act he was asked to do. This wish… it would be so easy to grant. But he tried, as he always did, to strain against the magic that bound him, just to see if he could.

The girl was already hovering over the other “lamp,” whispering to it inaudibly, as if it could hear her. Then, she briskly rubbed it three times with her hand, and stepped away as a golden mist poured from the makeshift spout. “I’ll leave you to it,” said Efi, winking at Genji, before leaving the room.

The mist consolidated in the center of the room, making a figure that was larger than Genji had expected, and he gasped as her face materialized, then the rest of her. A beast of a creature - multi-legged like a centaur, colorful and patterned, glittering and metallic, with a round masked face framed by bestial horns, glowing eyes. He fell to his knees, tears springing to his eyes. Was this a god, come to test him?

She quietly looked around for a moment, her energy buzzing so heavily she made a whirring sound. “Greetings,” she said to him, her voice gently surprised. “Where is Efi?”

Genji rubbed his eyes hard before the magic forced him to stand. It willed his mouth to move. “She thought it would be best if we spoke alone,” he said, staring at the floor. “She said you’d want to talk with another genie.”

Appraisingly, the creature looked over him. “You are a genie?” Her voice was reverent, awed. “You are a genie, just like me?” Her eyes narrowed in surprise and pleasure, and she approached him with the strange movement of all her legs, grasping his face in her hands. Then, if her eyes could express a wide grin, they did so. “I am so excited to meet you! I have never met someone like me. Are you very old? Have you served for kings and queens? You must tell me everything!”

Genji was quiet for a moment, then he heaved a heavy laugh of relief, wiping the tears away that pooled at his eyes. “Only if you tell me everything, as well.”

The two spoke for what must have been hours, and at some point Genji felt the magic that was forcing him to talk ebb away, and he was speaking of his own accord, granting a wish with no compulsion for the first time he could remember. He and the other genie - her name was Orisa - had traveled across vastly different regions, once or twice they had almost nearly crossed paths. They exchanged stories of a man they had both served, who seemed to be the same person, as he made three wishes with Orisa, and then immediately undid the same three wishes with Genji.

They spoke of what it was like to be between masters. Orisa’s old vessel had been an intricately sculpted clay oil lamp, and to her, the between had smelled like frankincense in comparison to Genji’s oolong. When her vessel had broken, she had not been freed, but instead floated along for who knows how long as a spirit without direction or form, sometimes causing chaos unintentionally, until she was found by Efi who found a way, through technology, to communicate with her and find what she needed. Since, Efi had not used a single wish on her, but would do anything to ensure that Orisa was of a stable mental condition, including bringing a third party in to evaluate her. This is where Genji had come in.

While Genji could remember being human, Orisa had never remembered being anything other than what she was. He thought it might explain her strange, near-divine form, but she merely laughed off the sentiment, saying that there was nothing unusual about her.

After a great deal of time, Efi returned, eager to see how her wards were getting along. Famously, it seemed. So she sat with them and went over what they had learned about each other, the strange coincidences, the stranger similarities in their personalities despite their differences. The human girl was beyond pleased. She had something important to show them. So she pulled out bundles of blueprints, of machines that were protectors and attackers, machines that could be companions and caretakers.

“I want to make heroes,” she explained. “We need to make the world a better place, for everyone, and we can start with these. But I need your magic to do it. Will you help me?”

And for the first time, Genji saw the beauty in his imprisonment. For the first time, he would do something productive with it - completely of his own will.

[endthisfool]

Hello! Sorry if this is a bit odd but I found myself rereading once again your story Benign Corruption after the Transformers mood has struck again and I really do love it years later. The whole concept still really peeks my interest and I'm curious if you had notes on maybe specific scenes you had planned out or just concepts, would love to see em. Love the story and I hope you're doing well this year!

Oh thank you! What a sweet message- I haven’t written anything in a long time unfortunately but yes when I was writing Benign Corruption I had tons of notes! Your message actually made me start to look over them again lol. My notes seem to be pretty messy but here’s something I wrote on how the characters would interact with Orisa (Mainly Soundwave):

A draft for the start of a chapter titled COMPROMISED:

And this is probably the first scene I actually wrote for the fic, it’s actually supposed to be a lot further in so it hasn’t been seen yet- enjoy!:

Large metal fingers curl around her right arm, encasing it in a cold growing pressure and then pull.

She’s not expecting it.

There’s a loud grating of metal. Near guttural in its intensity.

She’s never heard anything quite like it, and it takes a moment for her to register that it’s originating from her.

Wires spark and sputter as if surprised to be exposed to open air, connection inputs severed from their sockets hiss, pain receptors flare wildly in protest.

The fusion driver is roughly torn from its primary port before she can engage any of its disconnection protocols. But the weapon’s main stabilization strut holds fast, still locked in place deep within the remnants of her arm.

Another sharp twist and pull.

Like anything Efi builds it performs its function perfectly, its grip on its link is relentless as the gleeful fingers marring dents into her metal. Something must give. So in face of the mounting pressure upon it, the strut acts like a vice on the innards of the limb, rending them out instead of releasing the link.

Something spills from the mangled connection, bubbling up thickly between simmering circuits.

A sharp invent of air follows, an imitation of a human gasping in pain. Numbing shock sends the omnic stumbling back automatically, the last of her fusion driver’s connectors straining uselessly before they too snap against the pull, finally freeing the weapon from her frame.

Vision alight in red, HUD swimming with unfamiliar errors vying for her attention, an alarm frizzing from her speakers, it’s all easily ignored by the unfamiliar heat of pain searing her systems. It lances through the remaining stump of her weeping limb, shorting out her ability to focus on the mech regarding her fusion driver in his hands.

Her body had never betrayed her like this, it hurts. Why would her creator allow her to feel such awful things? The question rises vapidity to the forefront of her mind, with it a spark of anger toward her creator, toward Efi. It brings about a hitch and stutter of her systems. Her tanks churn uncomfortably and she feels the overwhelming desire to cry despite being incapable of it. She wants to go home, to be safe and whole again, to wake up in the comfort of her family, she wants her creator, she wants-

“Soundwave!”

But there’s no response.

Those cruel fingers are grasping at her again, drunk on power, they yank her by her horns like she’s a feral beast.

She’s plunged into darkness as her optics offline, her systems fumbling it their attempts to figure out what was priority amidst the horrific new sensations. Spitting static her vocalizer reminds her of its existence as she’s wrenched about much too roughly. Something in her neck gives a loud pop, and suddenly it’s a lot more quiet than before, revealing a layer of sound she couldn’t hear over her own cries of pain.

An argument.

“What have you done!?” New hands ghost over her frame fretfully, she flinches back.

“Oh dear Ratchet, what makes you think I didn’t find it like this?” The condescending voice of her assailant fills the air with a carefully constructed tone of admonishment. “You Autobots did leave it in the servos of the Decepticons for...five days?”

There’s a long pause, she can just barely feel the sensation of a hand resting on her remaining arm.

“....three weeks.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear what you said, Doctor.”

“I said three weeks.”

“Oh Doctor that long? I guess it isn’t that important to you after all.” There’s a gleeful lilt to the cold words, and the hand on her arm twitches. “I’m sure it was treated very well by the Decepticons while you wondered if it deserved to get rescued or not. In fact, I think Soundwave deals with drones like this one, guess it didn’t meet his standards.”

The other voice, the Doctor, remains silent.

“So quick to blame me,” The voice lowers itself into a sneer. “This is your fault, Ratchet.”

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Though it’s been a long time since I saw that from what I remember Orisa had been living with the decepticons for about a month- Starscream had gone rouge awhile ago and the Autobots were trying to “rescue” Orisa who they assumed was a youngling taken by the cons. Getting kinda desperate they made a deal with Starscream to enlist his help in getting her and well when he did get his hands on her he wasn’t exactly kind about it. Then he blames the damage he did on the cons, particularly Soundwave.

The notes after just say:

In the medbay Dreadwing expresses his failure to SW who is stiff, out of the corner of his optic he catches Megatron watching his TIC too. SW leaves, appearing to return to his duties.

This follows the COMPROMISED chapter Im probably gonna run out of pics I can post:

[nitewrighter]

Lucio for the niche ask game? (totally not because I main him by a wide margin)

a song that reminds me of them: Push It by Salt-n-Pepa

what they smell like: Oh man you KNOW on a mission the dude can have that intoxicating club funk on him that's weirdly paired with a kind of 'new car smell' with all his hard-light skates and leg armor. But in a more casual, cleaned up atmosphere, he likes clean, sporty, citrusy colognes. Citrus, lemon balm, fresh cut grass.

an otp: Bunnyribbit is the pairing I use in my fic continuities but I'm getting a growing fondness for Boombox.

a notp: Like, on the one hand I GET that Reincio is a pairing born mostly out of their being a good combo in game and also having the biggest size difference in Overwatch--and y'all know I love size differences, don't get me wrong--and to be honest given both of their personalities, it could be very wholesome, but I've seen shippers for it be SO WEIRD about blackness that it puts me off.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: This is the part where I realize that apart from being featured pretty prominently in the previews of the PvE and his cameo in Hero of Numbani, Lúcio has shockingly little lore outside of voicelines. But speaking of Hero of Numbani, he was actually so fun with Orisa and Efi in that book. I love the idea of him being like a cool older cousin to Efi even if she's completely starstruck by him, and I love the way he and Orisa talk about Efi and her friends, and I love that he wants Orisa to be the best hero she can be.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: Tough call because he's a fan favorite, so headcanons of him have a lot of variation and honestly Lúcio stans tend to have pretty solid taste from what I've seen. I don't like it when people make him too childish and make his entire personality "Frogs." LIke, yeah he likes frogs, but you get tired of that stuff after a while.

the position they sleep in: he sleeps in THE WORST positions. He's a frequent stomach sleeper, has definitely slept in the damn Family Guy Death Pose. "Freefall" sleeper for sure. Sure he moves all fluidly on those skates but he wakes up in the morning and his neck and shoulders cracks and pops 47 times. Creatives, man.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: Again, really hyped on StarWatch and SUPER hyped that he's going to be a space prince.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: I know it's not accurate to actual capoeira artists, but I really love the organic look and all the pretty details of his capoeira skin.

[acradelius]

OVERWATCH - "ORISA" MASTERLIST

Amongst this masterlist you’ll be able to find the links to any content that features “Orisa”. If you’re looking for specific rated content, then please refer to the “Citrus System” below. (The banner(s) were created by me, though I had some assistance from a friend who prefers to remain anonymous. If you see anyone else using these banners, please let me know. Thank you.)

Content for the character is categorized by what’s known as the “Citrus System”. There are three different categories that I use from the system: Orange, Lime, and then Lemon. Below are more detailed meanings of each category.  Orange [🟠] - The content’s rating is considered “PG/G”.  Lime [🟢] - The content’s rating is considered “PG-13”.  Lemon [🟡] - The content’s rating is considered “R/NC-17”.

「ORANGE [🟠] CONTENT」

➺ Nothing at the moment.

「LIME [🟢] CONTENT」

➺ "Be My EVE, I'll Be Your WALL-E" - Orisa x Female! Omnic! Reader

「LEMON [🟡] CONTENT」

➺ Nothing at the moment.

[lemon-sage]

Comes Peonies and a Friend in Need by Cibeeeee. The rocket landed, Bastion just barely got out of his tank mode, but not fast enough. Satya's chest seized as he shattered.

It’s just short and sweet and great and we love all the small friendships!!