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The Archives event Storm Rising - Part 3

The third Archives event took place in 2019, it started on April 16th and finished on May 6th.

May I present to you, all the cinematics for the new brawl that was introduced in this event, Storm Rising:

Not only is this cinematic absolutely amazing, but it also introduces us to two well known characters for the first time, Sojourn and Ramantra.

The brawl itself follows an Overwatch mission, with the agents, Tracer, Winston, Genji and Mercy as the playable cast. The mission is to apprehend a talon executive, Maximillian. They chase him throughout the map of Havana, which was also introduced at the same time as this brawl.

We also got some banger skins during this event:

I religiously use Deadlock McCree, Talon Baptiste and Formal Soldier, like they are my religion. They're just amazing skins. Socialite Ashe and Scientist Moira are also great skins and I use them regularly.

I find it quiet easy to forget the point of the posts I'm writing at the time, so before I forget, let's just compare how many legendries that is when put alongside the last two events. So, in this 2019 event, we got 5 great skins, in the 2018 event we got 7 legendries, and in the 2017 event we got another 7. There's a little bit of a decline, but I don't really think it's dramatic. The skins we got in the 2019 event are a lot better quality than the 2017 skins and some 2018 skins as well. So, so far, they're keeping up on that.

All in all, 2019 was a brilliant Achieves event, with great skins, a new map, new characters introduced and a new brawl. I'd say we were fed pretty great that year.

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Talon Cassidy by 깡철

[ukiyoebirds]

Scarecrow - "Someone's gotta take care of the @#$% birds."

You may need to click on the image for better resolution.

Explanation of some of my thoughts under the cut:

This piece is about change, courage, and danger.

The wheat has changed from green to gold. Similar to how Cole Cassidy has undergone change. From ranch hand, to Deadlock gang member, to Blackwatch operative, and now he's part of a recalled Overwatch. Even his name has changed, from Jesse McCree to Cole Cassidy.

Additionally, the wheat is about to be harvested for the benefit of others. However, carrion birds have come to pillage it for themselves.

Likewise, in the current narrative, the world is moving towards peace but antagonistic forces, like Talon or Null Sector or good ol' corruption, threaten that.

Cassidy has seen these forces burn the world to the ground before. But this time, he's not going to let them win. Like Winston said, "Someone's got to do something."

TLDR - Cole Cassidy is a scarecrow AND a field of wheat.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

The Kids Aren't Alright: Werewolf!Cole Cassidy x Reader

I will never say no to werewolf cassidy/mccree, and if I do, kill me

Contains: Light werewolf transformation, blood, violence, drinking, self-deprecation, gunshot wounds

He had been so careful.

He’s sat at the edge of the base, back braced up against a rock, legs spread wide in front of him, his face settled in a pained scowl. He stared into nothingness, eyes trained somewhere on the waves that crashed onto the rocky shore just beneath him, the cliffside blocking his view of the darkness below.

God, he just wanted to sink into that darkness. He prayed for demonic hands to come up the cliff and drag him down, preferably to a cold chamber in hell.

The winds are chilly for a mid-summer night. Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in his system, sitting in his stomach that was void of any food. His tanned skin was covered in goosebumps, but he made no effort in slugging his serape over his body to protect himself from the winds. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat next to him, having been full when he cracked the seal with his teeth and started drinking from it like that drunkard he is maybe an hour ago. The first sip always burned, but it was becoming less painful as the years went by, now really just drawing a bit of a tingle on the tip of his tongue whenever he drank.

Forgoing a glass, Cole wrapped his fingers around the cheaply designed glass neck, human fingers trembling ever so slightly in a mixture of unstable emotions as he rose the bottle to his lips. Tilting his head back, he allowed nearly half of a mouth full of bitter whiskey before he swallowed, nearly dropping the bottle to the rock beneath him. The glass still made a sharp clinking noise, nearly shattering the glass bottom.

But he didn’t care.

He fucked up. He royally fucked up and now he was paying the price.

He could feel it inside of him, the damn thing never dying no matter how much he tries to drown it with cheap alcohol that could wash paint and rust off of metals. It was like it was pacing inside of him, dragging its horrid claws along a stony wall, its eyes piercing through the dark. He could make out very little of the beast, but he knew it was him right down to the bloodied hands flexing and waiting to dig into something alive. Even now in his drunken state, he could still smell the blood from last night. It was like it had just been spilled right under his nose, the scent of copper stinging his nostrils as the flared when he took deep breaths to calm himself down.

His mind was fucking with him, had been all day, had been all night last night. It kept him up, anytime he would try to close his eyes it would just replay all that happened just hours before like some sick snuff film. It got so bad that every time he blinked his mind would show him stills and images from when he was still lucid.

He can still remember the sight of you; On your back, scrambling away from him, bloodied and bruised, and utterly afraid of him as he towered over you. The love of his life is now terrified of him.

He took another swig from the whiskey bottle, nearly choking as a sob shook his shoulders. Tears stabbed at his eyes, burning at the corners as he forced himself to swallow. His shoulders shook, his back tightened, his ribs felt heavy.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

He had been so careful up until last night.

‘Be careful out there, yeah cowboy?’ your voice echoed in the back of his mind.

‘Always am, darlin’.’

A heavy sob forced its way out of him, dropping the bottle back down to the rocks as he pressed his back closer to the boulder. He felt bile creeping up in the back of his throat as it tightened.

It was a complete shitshow. Everything started off eerie and quiet, your team cautiously entering what was supposed to be an abandoned hotel that Talon had been using as a makeshift hideout after having been drawn out by previous missions. You as well as a few others went ahead of him, having been posted towards the front of the hotel in the trashed and very dilapidated lobby as a lookout.

He had a horrible feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach the entire time he was up front, uneasily rocking back and forth, placing weight on one leg and shifting it to the other as he fiddled with his armor and gun belt. Every noise made him jump a bit, his eyes constantly scanning around for any movement that didn’t belong to Overwatch agents. Straining his ears, he could hear you going deeper and deeper inside the hotel, going up creaking stairs that threatened to give out under the slightest weight. He focused on your heartbeat.

At the slightest hike in its rhythm, he would book it from his position.

He didn’t like this place, didn’t trust it with any fiber of his being. Even the monster inside of him was starting to go nuts, gnawing at the bars of its cage, clawing at his ribs and tearing at his guts inside of him. He could feel icy claws trace along his spine.

The agents around him gave him an odd look out of the corners of their eyes, eyebrows all knit with slight concern at how he was acting. He didn’t care, though, he just wanted to get you and get the hell out of here. His throat burned for a cigarette, his nose crying from the overstimulation this place brought with all of its horrible smells of rot and mold.

Just as he was idly rolling a finger over the carton of cigarettes in his pocket, he heard your heartbeat hike,

And then came the gunfire.

He was the first to peel out of the lobby and into the crowded stairwell, taking the aged steps three at a time. Peacekeep felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds as he pulled the hammer back. He could barely make out the shouting over the gunfire, his voice barely loud enough to call out over it as he climbed the steps toward hell.

He broke through the door like a bat out of hell and shot dead the first Talon agent he saw. He called out for you, dodging bullets and bracing against walls and busted down doors, taking out whatever he could from the flood of Talon agents.

There were so many of them. How did he not smell them? How did he not hear them? If he had just focused hard enough, this all could’ve been avoided.

And then he heard it.

Your shrill scream cut through the chaos like a hot knife through butter. It felt as though he had been shot in the back with a silver round. He barreled through the hallways as though he had been suddenly possessed. He felt himself slipping and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

As he neared the room your scream came from, blood suddenly splattered out from the open doorway as the Talon agent fell backward. Peeling inside with Peacekeeper drawn, he nearly dropped his precious gun at the sight of you collapsed on the dusty floor nursing a nasty looking bullet wound in your side. Your gun clattered to the ground as you clasped both hands on the wound, wincing and crying, applying whatever pressure you could. Cole was at your side, kneeling beside you, encasing your hands with one of his own and applying more pressure as blood leaked between your fingers. You looked up at him with weary eyes, a faint smile ghosting over your lips.

‘Guess I shoulda took my own advice, Cass?’

He shot you a look before calling out behind him for a medic.

‘Yer gonna be just fine darlin’. You took a lot worse than this before. Yer gonna pull right through,’ he crooned.

You nodded, wincing as he applied more pressure. Seconds passed by like hours. His nerves were sparking like he was hopped up on adrenaline. Where was that fucking medic?

As he turned to yell louder, he instead got the same treatment as you did; A bullet, this time getting him right in the lower back, barely missing his spine by a few hairs.

Everything happened so fast. Colors faded together, his body felt like it was doused with icy cold water all while being lit on fire, there was a horrid ringing in his head. He didn’t even feel the pain it all brought on, just the feeling of his clothes suddenly becoming tight before tearing as brawny muscles flexed and covered with fur.

He should’ve known better. He always kept it under control.

The only other thing he remembered was the sight of you, face painted with pure fear, crawling backwards away from him into the dusty corner, blood seeping from in between your fingers.

Cole wiped his face with his metal hand, the plates were cool and strung a bit when he pinched around his eyes to stop the rest of the tears from falling. His body wracked with a harsh hiccup, hunching in on himself slightly. His serape fell forward, hiding his exposed skin from the chilly air.

“Cole?” It was like he had been shot all over again. Fear struck him right in the gut like an icy pike. He could suddenly smell them, he could even taste their worry it was that thick. “Cole?” the small voice repeated.

It was soft, barely audible, almost drowned out by the wind and the waves crashing. He could feel the warmth their body radiated, their smell lingered in his nose. It had started to calm him down without even doing anything. He couldn’t turn his head to face them, instead tucking his head down and allowing the brim of his hat to obscure his eyes.

‘If I don’t see ‘em, they’ll go away,’ he thought painfully.

“I’m not going anywhere, cowboy,” your voice was firm. He could feel your eyes rolling over him, taking in all of the torture he put onto himself. The wrinkled and messy flannel shirt stained with sweat and a bit of bile, the dirty jeans that hadn’t been washed in a while, the boots that had be scuffed with spurs all bent out of shape. Even his arm had lacked care and upkeep, the once shiny metal was dull from not keeping it clean. “Oh, Cass,” you doted, “don’t torture yourself.”

He finally spared you a glance. You were in very loose clothes, the sweatpants you wore barely clung to your waist, dipping a bit. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of the sterile white bandages wrapping around your waist from where the bullet had been dug out of you. Your sweatshirt was unzipped, one of his worn shirts from long ago covered your front under it. You looked exhausted, not a single trace of shame or anger or even fear lingered on your person.

“You shouldn’ be up,” he slurred, turning to look away from you. “Shouldn’ even be ‘round a thing like me.”

He felt you step closer to him before slowly getting on the ground beside him. You didn’t dare sit, fearing the pull of your stitched up wound, instead you kneeled right next to him and kept your hands on your thighs. You both sat in uncomfortable silence for God knows how long before he felt you ever so gently place your hand on his outstretched leg. He stared at your hand, noting the small cuts and odd bruises you had, even staring at the nasty looking bruise in your inner elbow all wrapped up from where they drew blood and let the IV flow. He didn’t look up higher, though.

“I love you,” your words were soft but firm. “Nothing’s ever gonna change that, you know.” He still didn’t spare you a look. He heard you swallow thickly, your hand squeezed his leg a little tighter. “I understand why you never told me about… that. I’m not afraid of you, Cass.”

He broke down, startling you when a dry sob heaved his shoulders. You scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his trembling shoulders, holding him as he sobbed quietly in the mid-summer night. You pressed your lips to his shoulder, holding yourself firm against him as he crumbled with the sounds of the waves crashing beneath you both.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hi!! I saw that your request were open so I wanted to request something!

Imagine reaper had a daughter with his (ex???) wife before he died / disappeared, she knew him as a hero and always admired him etc. so his daughter joined overwatch after a few years now that she was older and wanted to follow her dad’s steps (obviously not knowing the behind scenes of his job) but in a mission reaper sees her and is not capable of doing his job because he recognizes his little girl

I had an oc that was reapers daughter but saw a post about widowmaker with a child and I NEEDED someone to write one for reaper— THANK YOU, take your time and take care <333

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝔹𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

Words: 576

Also wording reader as his child, as I don't do female readers!

“Told you she would grow on you Gabe.”

“What.” He didn’t understand what Ana meant. If anything it was about Pharah, but if anything she grew on him years ago, not that he would admit it. She only sighed and shook her head, pointing behind him.

Finding his wife, Martina. Her hands were cupped around something that she held to her chest, slowly opening them. In her hands sat a pregnancy test. He only stared, so she rightfully got worried.

“Really?” She nodded. Instantly he rushed over to her, lifting her into his arms. He was never good at words, but his actions made up for it.

***

The months passed before you and your brother were born. While he took after her you were a mix of both. He became a mummy's boy, so Gabriel made sure you were a daddy’s kid. And with the amount of overwatch posters and apparel around it would’ve been surprising if you weren’t.

What was even more surprising was that he just didn’t return. None of the family realized until Jack, also known as Soldier 76, alerted you. But that wouldn’t do much when there was no trace of where he went.

So the next few decades you had to grow up without him present, with the closet being all the posters still hanging. Although they were quickly removed and hidden. It didn’t stop you from following his footsteps even as your mother testified.

It would be dangerous, even life risking. But you were willing to take that risk, after all your father did.

***

Arms wrapped around your waist and hauled you into the air, although it wasn’t hard to figure out it was. The massive muscles revealed it as Reinhardt, then came his voice, yelling even though he was right behind you.

“Look at you, finally grown up!” Suddenly his arms were gone but you weren’t on the ground. Instead he had thrown you into the air, making sure you safely land and stay on his shoulder.

“ANA!” There he went, bringing you along to show off that you were back, now to work.

***

Even if you just joined you were much more prepared than other recruits. Likely from the fact you had been training all your life with Ana, Jack and sometimes Reinhardt, who never wanted to hurt you during so.

So that came in handy very quickly. As you were selected for a mission, going with other official overwatch members. Ana, Brigitte, Genji, Cassidy and D.Va. Flown across the world to your location, Busan in South Korea.

It was a simple recon mission. Get in, find the needed information then leave. But you guys were never going to do it alone. Talon hiding in the shadows, keeping track of their own information.

Reaper had made his way around and behind your team, able to follow the familiar voices.

“Genji!”

“McCree!” Of course he would run into those two. Thinking his time with them was long but over, apparently not. Stepping out closer to watch the commotion, not expecting another familiar sight.

“McCree, don’t step any closer.”

“And why is that?”

“You don’t want to piss off Reyes do you?” Following his words you walked into their sights. Ultimately making McCree back off, not before complaining.

“Reyes won't be able to keep you safe forever.”

Even with Gabriel out of your life you were much more similar than you realized. And hopefully you didn’t become too close.

[ramblingsofalunatic]

random overwatch head canons:

Lúcio is really smart and knows multiple languages! He picked some up on his world tour, he learned them to have more ways to communicate with other people better :)He also supports omnic rights- even Null Sector, since he experienced opression and also led a revolution. He's big friends with Zenny (and most of the healers, for that matter) and hesitates fighting Rammatra.

Hana isn't a good person. She's in the MEKA business for the money, and since Overwatch doesn't pay well, she works for Deadlock Gang ocassionally, such as with Talon, being a sort of double agent.

Cassidy changed names in game as well, McCree was his deadname, he was just really butch before the name change.

Reinhardt is a sweetheart-but most important, his suit is powered partially by magic. No one knows, but the Crusader Suits are partially omnic, and conected to the Iris cuz they perfectly understood the conection between omnics and humankind.

Junkrat (my beloved) was really smart. He could have been an engineering genius, but the radiation in the wastelands fucked him up :( also he dates Hog, obviously.

Sigma's only kinda crazy. He figured out Talon was manipulating him, but is still going on missions to learn more about his powers. Also he has alzheimers, and just forgets he's being manipulated sometimes. He will, eventually, switch sides, with Mercy treating him. He has a small crush on her too.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Shooting For Your Old Heart ~ Soldier 76

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot!

You were a brand new gunner for Overwatch. You were recruited by McCree just outside of El Dorado when you came into the battle against Talon and took down Sombra. Jesse asked you to come back and meet the rest of the team.

Since joining Overwatch, you were close with Jesse and Mercy. Mercy always seemed to be asking about your lock on bullets and how they would explode on contact. Junkrat over time wanted to also learn. The rest of the team liked you except for Solider 76 otherwise known as Jack. 

Jack always had something bad to say about your gun or stance. He is the oldest but does he have to be so nit picky? And over time, you began to fall for his assertive nature. You liked that he always seemed to be near you and always protects. You enjoyed his company when he wasn't complaining about you. 

A mission came up in Busan where Talon operatives were trying to steal artifacts. You, Jack, Mercy, Junkrat, Jesse, and Reinhardt were sent on the mission. 

"Y/n? Pack extra bullets for me?" Jamison asked as you laughed. 

"Will do!" You said as you heard someone clear their throat. "Yes Jack?"

"Commander during this L/n and quit acting like this is easy." Jack snapped as you rolled your eyes. 

"I know it wont be but why can't I have a positive attitude, grumpy?" You said as you heard Jesse calling your name. "If you'll excuse me." 

Jack always had this issue with you. This gorgeous woman should not be a gunner whose bullets explode on contact. She's almost as deadly as Widowmaker. But the bigger issue someone like you needs to be safe. 

Jack felt like you kept trying to be in trouble. He hated to see you go on missions without him but you always came back unharmed. Jack had this overwhelming urge to protect you, hold you, kiss you. It was scary to him. Someone his age dating someone young. You were more close to Jesse's age than his. 

Speaking of Jesse, you always seemed to talk to him. Jack knows that Jesse was the first person you became close but the touches on your shoulders or hands is making him jealous. Why is Jesse touching you so much? What if Jack was nicer to you and could do the same? What if he could hold your hand during the plane ride to each mission? The closest thing to a touch he gets from you is a shoulder bump when you want to get away. The reason Jack is so rough with you is he does not want to see you hurt over a minor mistake. He couldn’t bear to see that. 

The plane arrived at Busan and the team began to run off. You went above with Jesse and Jack while Junkrat, Reinhardt, and Mercy stayed below. You could see the Talon operatives loading their weapons from afar. 

“Stay back for now.” Jack commanded as you and Jesse bent down to load your weapons. The rest of the team waited as Reinhardt put up a shield to run in. 

As soon as Reinhardt began to run in, the rest of you began. You saw a Talon operative getting ready to shoot Junkrat so you shot him from above. 

“Thanks Lass!” Junkrat yelled as you saluted and took off to another area. 

Jack and Jesse were across from where you were shooting and you saw a gunner getting up to shoot at Jack. You quickly loaded and shot your bullet causing the Talon operative to blow up.

“You could have warned us L/n.” Jack growled through the comms.

“Figured you didn’t want to die today.” You said as Mercy came up to heal Jack and Jesse. 

While you were helping with the rest of the team, Jesse questioned Jack about you. When Jack acted like you were just a teammate, Jesse laughed at him. Jack glared at Jesse behind the glasses as he heard a yelp. While the two of them were bickering, you were shot in your side. All Jack saw in slow motion was the bullet hitting you and like yours, exploding. The base went out from under you and your limp body fell down a few feet. It was the first time in a while that Jack screamed. 

“MERCY GO CHECK ON HER!” Jack yelled through the comms as Mercy was already flying over. 

You felt dizzy and nauseous but you could tell Mercy was coming over. You also saw white shaggy hair and could make it out as Jack screaming. As the battle went on, Mercy immediately took you back to the plane to begin work in the small med bay on the plane. Meanwhile, Jack’s anger got the best of him and he began shooting like crazy until the operatives fell.

“Are you sure she’s not just a teammate?” Jesse said as Jack fell to his knees.

“If we weren’t arguing about her, I could have saved her.” Jack snapped as Jesse sighed loudly.

“But you heard her. She is dizzy but Mercy believes she’ll recover.” Jesse tried to explain. 

“She should not have gotten hurt.” Jack growled as his fists tightened.

“I know you are angry with yourself. But we need to get back to the plane so we can get home. Y/n cannot stop herself from getting hurt all the time.” Jesse tried to explain before walking back to the plane. 

Jack walked back to the plane still sulking. He could hear the others talking but he had to visit the mini med bay. He saw your pale body laying on the bed. Mercy had to take your shirt off to get to the wound so Jack was also trying to not stare for too long. But his heart clenched hard looking at you.

“She’ll be out for a while. I’m going to try and fix the wound before we get back.” Mercy said as she touched Jack’s shoulder. “She will be fine.”

“It was my fault Mercy. She could have died because I was too transfixed on her saving me.” Jack said as he sighed.

“Do you want to stay here while I fix her wound?” Mercy asked as she saw the slightest nod from Jack. 

As Mercy continued to fix your wound, Jack was still fretting over you. He just wants you to be better so he can actually tell you how he feels before it is too late for either of you. The plane landed back at HQ and Mercy immediately brought you to her hospital. She put IVs in you, gave some medicine for strength, and would check the stitches. Jack stayed by your bed the entire time even when Mercy tried to force him to shower, shave, and check his wounds. 

For about three days, you were out of it. No response but at least the color was coming back to your skin. Jack fell asleep by your bedside multiple times. By the fourth day, your eyes began to open slowly. The hospital lights were blinding but as you turned your head slightly, you could see Jack. His hair was shaggy and all over the place, a five o’clock shadow was showing, and you could see he hadn’t changed since the mission. 

“Jack?” You croaked out as Jack immediately shot up. His eyes were frantic as he saw your soft e/c eyes looking at him. 

“Y/n! You’re awake. Let me go get Mercy.” Jack said as he walked out of the room. You sighed and waited for her to come in. 

She began to check your vitals and ordered some food and water for later. You would have to stay in the bed for a while longer before you go on desk duty. No missions for a couple of weeks. Jack stayed by the door as Mercy checked your vitals and your eyes had not left his. Why did he stay by your side for so long?

“All done. I’ll come back in a few hours and replace the bandage but soon I’ll be able to remove the stitches.” Mercy said as you nodded your head. You watched as she left the room and Jack wasn’t where you last saw him.

After an hour had passed and you ate, Jack came back in some sweatpants and a t- shirt. He did not have his glasses on so you could see his lack of sleep in his eyes. You could see he had shaved and brought a bouquet of daffodils. 

“Do you mind if I come in?” He asked as you patted the seat across from you. He walked in and set the flowers in the vase. 

“I see you showered.” You said softly.

“I figured if we were going to talk that you would prefer me to be cleaned.” Jack said as you chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore but not too bad. You looked like you had been hit by a truck.” You said as Jack scratched his neck.

“How am I not supposed to? You were blown up and I couldn’t save you.” Jack sighed as you took his hand in yours.

“I’m fine Jack. I survived.” You said as he looked at you and you noticed his dark sleepy eyes. “You haven’t slept much have you?”

“I couldn’t. I just wanted you safe.” Jack said as you began to rub his hand.

“Why is that? Is it because I made a mistake?” You said as Jack shook his head.

“I made the mistake. I did not protect the one I love.” Jack said as he realized what he said. “I apologize Y/n.” 

“Do you mean that Jack?” You said softly.

“Always. I know I am a lot older than you and you probably don’t want to date an old guy but I’d love to go out with you.” Jack said softly as he took his other hand to touch your cheek.

“I would l-love to go o-out with you as well.” You stuttered as Jack leaned forward and kissed the corner of your lips. Your face flushed with heat as he backed up. You wiggled away and patted the space you made. “Lay down with me.”

“Are you sure Y/n?” Jack said as you pulled on the hand you were still holding.

“Come on. You need sleep.” You said as Jack climbed into the bed. 

As Jack curled around your body, you caught a whiff of his shampoo and body wash. It was similar to a woody scent mixed with a campfire or gunpowder. You had to lay towards him thanks to the wound but Jack did not mind. He fell asleep rather quickly as soon as your head hit his chest. 

Mercy came in later to check on you and noticed the two of you sleeping. While she would have said something, she knew Jack had not slept since you had been out so she’d rather he get some sleep with you then worry about another person being in a patient’s bed. She smirked to herself and walked away without saying a word.

[theshimadaslovers]

I wasn't planning in make other boys of Overwatch, but...I couldn't resist 👁👄👁

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~CAKES FOR REAPER~

(REAPER X YOU FEM!READER)

Summary: It's Reaper's birthday and...well, only you remembered. Not only a bday but, became a little more tha that for Reaper.

Genre: Very cute and fluffy, a little dramatic, but we love drama, come on.

Warnings: Definitely none. It's cute!

*Talon just went back from a mission, you're a newbie so Reaper prefer to let you out of this one, for safety. Everyone went back to the rooms and Reaper was injured, so he lay down on his bed for rest*

*You knock his door*

Reaper- What?

You- Is me...I came to check on you.

Reaper- I'm fine, go away.

You- *Opens the door* Is unlocked, silly.

Reaper- *sighs in stress*

You- Moira told me...you almost died for real this time.

Reaper- *Chuckles* Good lucky with that.

You- You may be dead and alive at the same time, Gabriel, but you still can die...for real! *sits on the bed checking his bandages* Stop being crazy in some missions.

Reaper- Do you even know what happened, girl?

You- ...You went alone to a room full of omics...big ones.

Reaper- *sighs* I didn't knew...

You- You silly owl...*sighs* Careful next time, yeah?

Reaper- Why do you care so much?

You- Do you really wants to know the answer? *laughs* I guess not.

Reaper- ..... I do.

You- Because you're my friend.

Reaper- *looked away* I'm not your friend.

You- But I see you as a friend *gets up* You had dinner?

Reaper- Not hungry.

You- That was not my question, sunshine.

Reaper- *Sighs in stress again* No....!

You- I'll bring you something. I asked Moira if you still eat normally as a person, so... I'll make for you.

Reaper- *laugh* I'm not a person for you?

You- You're a dead alive person, it's different. *walks out the room*

Reaper- Mm...*heavy breath*

*At the principal room, you were checking out some informations about the last missions*

Widow- *coming back with a coffee*

You- *look at her* You went to a coffee shop?

Widow- Oui.

You- What? How?

Widow- Disguise.

Sombra- Hey! *Suddenly appears* You guys won't believe what I just found!

Widow- Depends.

Sombra- A hilarious Google research from Cole Cassidy!

You- Cole Cassidy?

Widow- Jesse McCree.

You- Oh yeah, he changed his name.

Sombra- "Cactus spines in butt, how get rid off?" HAHAAA! *Everybody laughing*

Widow- So pathetic...*laughs*

You- Where the HELL he get a cactus?! Poor thing.

Doom- Ladies...what is all that noise? *Enters the room*

Sombra- I'll show you later, boss! *still laughing* Overwatch is hilarious!

Doom- Well, you two has to come with me for some business trip and y/n will take care of Reaper. After his almost suicidal plan, he'll stay for rest.

You- Business trip? *laughs* Come on, boss, be honest.

Doom- Ok *laughs* We got some murders to make. Let's go, the plane is taking off in 20 minutes.

Sombra- And our stuff?

Doom- They put everything on the plane. Let's go.

Sombra- Alright, that was a five star service *look at you and smirked* Good lucky, chiquita. *Disappear*

Widow- I need some vacations...*rool eyes and walks out the room closing the door*

*You keep sitting on the chair and looks at Reapers room door, then the calendar*

*At Reapers room, after hours completely impatient and taking naps, his cells regenerated completely his superficial wounds. He sat on the bed and breath heavily feeling the pain on his left rib, taking his hand on the bandage around his body. Stands up almost losing balance and leans himself against the wall*

Reaper- Fucking hell...! *moan and look at the calendar on the wall looking at the date for a couple of minutes. Breath heavily and starts to walk to the door* No one cares, Reyes...

*He went out of his room looking the empty place*

Reaper- Finally alone... *sighs in content*

You- Not for so long *Appers and laughs* I made something for you at the kitchen, I was about to bring it for you.

Reaper- I'm not hungry.

You- I didn't ask... *smiles to him and stand in front of him* Go, you gonna like it.

Reaper-...it is...cookies?

You- Maybe *laughs* You're funny, good thing I like you. *tap his shoulders and went to your room*

Reaper- *sighs and walks towards the kitchen*

*Arriving the kitchen he come across with the most caring situation he could ever cross, a cake on the table, with candles lighted, a plate of cookies and a paper plaque written "Happy Birthday, Dark Knight♡"*

*He stands there for a while trying to process everything. First, how the hell you knew that he was Gabriel Reyes, second, how the hell you knew his birthday date? Well, he only sighs trying not to feel pleased under his mask and walks towards the table. He grab a cookie and chuckle*

Reaper- Cookie~

*He felt your presence behind him and turned around still holding the cookie*

You- *laughs* You like it?

Reaper- How did you know? All about that?

You- I have my secrets. *you smiled going towards him and hugs Reaper making his embarrassed* Happy birthday, Gab.

Reaper- Mmmm...! *Literally paralyzed*

You- *laughs and steps away* Not used to hugs, huh? Oh! I got you a gift too! Be right back! Don't! Run away! *points to him and ran out*

Reaper- A...gift? Birthday gift? *take off the mask revealing a grey skin full of scars* But I have cookie...*eats the cookie and felt a little bit of joy on his body wiggling little* Good cookie...~

You- Gab! *Tuns to the kitchen with a small box* Here! I made it for you! Is a decoration for your guys, I don't have any idea how and from where you pick up the guys, but...Yeah.

Reaper- You made it?

You- Yep. Open up! *excited*

*He grab the box and opens up without hesitation feeling surprised by seeing a little cute Reaper perfectly made by hand, it was a pendent for his shotguns*

Reaper- *Inhales* You...you made it with your own hands?

You- Yes, commander *smiles*

Reaper- For me?

You- *nodded*

Reaper- Mm...*put the mask on and smile inside of it* Ah...thanks...right. I...I like it. *blush and clears his throat*

You- That was the first present, I think you deserve more than one.

Reaper- *Looks at you for a while* One more?

You- Yep.

Reaper- Why? I'm a high functional psychopath and you're giving me gifts.

You- Yeah. *smiles*

Reaper- ....Why?

You- You're my friend, Gab. Talon is not the most supportive group but I am. You know... is good to put a smile in someone so hurted like you.

Reaper- I did not smiled...*blush inside the mask and looked away*

You- I know you did, Reyes, I know. *laughs and stand on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on his mask* Happy birthday, sir and enjoy the cake and cookies, are just for you~ *walks away from the kitchen* I'll be at my room!

Reaper- Mmmm....*look at the pendent and smiles again* Talon don't deserve you.... *look at the door and sighs*

*He sat down on the table and bring the plate of cookies to him, take off the mask again and enjoy every piece of each cookie. About to eat the cake all by himself, he stopped and think, sighs, stands up and grab a big knife cutting two slices*

*He walks through the hallways looking for you room holding to plates with cake. Finding he knock it with his foot and you immediately went to open up*

You- Oh...Hey! *smiles* Did you ate everything?

Reaper- I was thinking if we can enjoy the cake together...on my fucking birthday.

You- *laughs and blush* Sure, it would be a pleasure. Come in! *you gently pull him inside*

*Minutes later both was sitting on your bed talking like two normal people, he put the mask aside but not for too long, since the mask is what helps him breath. He put the mask back and chuckle at the conversation you both were talking*

Reaper- It was funny how Jack Morrison was such a needy guy for attention at the time...

You- Really? I tought that he was a little more mature *both laughed*

Reaper- After became Overwatch commander's, he went a little more mature...

You- Oh man... You pass trought some good shits with Overwatch.

*Reaper looked away and sighs loudly enough to have your attention and you get more worried*

You- You're ok?

Reaper- Why you're in Talon?

You- I...*Felt confused* I'm here because I was saved by you guys in Russia, remember?

Reaper- But why you stay? We're the bad guys...you're not bad. Talon don't deserve someone like you.

You- I know. *smiled making him surprised by your unexpected answer* But you're here, Reaper.

Reaper- *Takes his hand to his chest feeling his heart race*

You- And I believe there's goodness behind this dark owl mask.

Reaper- *chuckles* Goodness? I'm a high functional-

You- A high functional psychopath *roll eyes and laughs* But you're not.

Reaper- *groans*

You- If you were, I wouldn't be here. You wouldn't care. We wouldn't be eating cake and having a nice chat in my bed. This is what a high functional psychopath sounds like?

Reaper- *Speechless*

You- You have feelings and empathy, Reaper...You're Gabriel Reyes...and you're broken. Come on, you loved my cookies! *laughs*

Reaper- I'm not a...psychopath?

You- I'm not a doctor or psychiatrist...but...yeah, you're a not a psychopath, Gab. I don't know who you were, but...Talon is doing so bad shit with your head. This anger inside of you? This depression? You're broken and is so much worse.

*Reaper stand in silent and looked away thinking a about everything that already happened to him those last years. He never really enjoyed killing, he's just... angry*

You- *stand on your knees in front of him and open your arms* Come on.

Reaper-....No.

You- You hugged me earlier, come on, Rey!

Reaper- I don't like hu...!!! *You suddenly falls on him hugging*

You- You're just not used anymore...*Hug him tightly* You need to rest your head somewhere for a while.

Reaper- *Slowly starts to embrace you on his arms* I...I'm not good...with this.

You- *chuckle* You don't need to be good...

*Reaper let his emotions act for a second and hugged you tightly pulling you more close to him. You were surprised that he won't let it go of you anymore...at least, it's seems like not. You had to sit on his lap, because it looks like he wanted to pull you more closer to him, which was impossible... but he enjoyed feel that again. His head rested on your shoulder and both relaxed keeping the hug. You smiled feeling that you finally could try to help him and his poisoned soul*

Continue ....??

[yeehanfrf]

Week 12 Recs: Simple Pleasures

Week 12's theme was "Simple Pleasures," or PWPs. Whether you think it stands for "Plot? What plot?" or "Porn without Plot," the point is these are all short (or short enough) and smutty.

Behind the cut, you'll find the recs gathered from the Yeehan community. These are all rated Explicit this week, so they're organized alphabetically by title.

A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it by doctorziegler [4,843 words]

There are some things that Hanzo wants kept under lock and key.

A Picture In Blue by Hoodedscarlet [4,835 words]

The mission was nothing to write home about on the surface; some casino in Monaco with corrupt Talon agents and blood money on their hands. Jesse knew that they'd have to dress the part to even get in the door; nice clothes, good hair, the regular works to blend in among the rich.

But he hadn't expected this - Hanzo walking out dressed up like he owned the place, hair slicked back and suit immaculately fitted. He looked good enough for McCree to sink to his knees in awe - and with him down there, looking at Hanzo with doe eyes, both of them had some ideas for how they should spend the time before the mission...

all the better to eat you with (my dear) by Hoodedscarlet [12,798 words]

An assassin specialises in disappearing into the shadows, making himself one with the quiet and the unknown. But one can become too good at slipping into the darkness - and when McCree realises that perhaps this time Hanzo hadn't planned for this it's too late to save him. When Overwatch get a note with a location and the words 'Come get him' , they have to go and save their friend - and the man that McCree meets is not entirely the same one he remembers.

Bend Over, I'll Drive by millenial_falcon [4,407 words]

Twenty-four hours ago they had been discretely sniffing around LumériCo’s newest installation, playing the part of road-trippers laying over in town for a couple of days. Now, Cassidy is driving to beat the devil, with Hanzo pressed warm and solid against his side.

Blowing Off Steam by FanficsbyVe [4,654 words]

After a rotten day, McCree finds an unexpected visit by Hanzo makes everything better. One-shot.

Bounty by orphan_account [4,853 words]

“I know a great deal of things about you... A common criminal who gained status on merit of his skill. A former Blackwatch operative. A competent mercenary. You have impressed me, but there remains one thing I have not figured out yet... Do you like men, Jesse McCree?”

McCree and Hanzo have worked together on more than one occasion and Hanzo proposes a mutually beneficial 'arrangement'.

But I Don't Have No Money by dicktrickle [9,676 words] Reccer comment: "hanzo wrecks his car and gets himself wrecked in turn"

Hanzo was stranded in the desert, his car stuck in the only shop for 50 miles. Without his wallet.

He was going to kill Genji. But not before paying the rugged mechanic for his services with the clothes off his back.

Difficult Men by motorghost [10,378 words] Reccer 1 comment: "PLS READ THIS ONE RN (but mind the tags)"

Reccer 2 comment: "Not just a favorite PWP, but one of my fave Yeehan fics overall."

A newer, smaller Overwatch has just had their first victory and Cole's going to celebrate the only way he knows how: with questionable substances, unsavory characters and maybe inadvisable deeds.

Dim City Glow by Interrobang [6,485 words] Reccer comment: "I know we're focusing on the smut, but I truly adore the lived in feeling of the relationships Interrobang writes WITH their great smut."

Hanzo steps away from a party for a breath of fresh air, but McCree is more than distracting enough to keep Hanzo from gathering his thoughts.

Good thing Hanzo doesn't need to think much for this anyway.

Dying Grass Moon by motorghost [7,774 words]

The hunter Cole Cassidy finds a creature in the forest who needs his help. Clearly the giant white wolf isn't from around here, but it's dangerous to pry into a spirit's affairs.

Freebie by robocryptid [2,945 words]

Cole's thoughts are a dull buzz. Foggy, clouded with need. He’s aching inside, hot and softening up, and Shimada… Fuck Shimada.

Probably never had to work to get laid. Just shows up. Claims no presumptions, but why the fuck was he there, then? That’s all it takes. All he has to do. Now he’s in Cole’s head.

Giving a Finger by hunahuna_un [10,487 words] Reccer comment: "I'll also toss in one of mine, bc we all need more cowboy with oral fixation~"

The intel mission about the Null Sector goes sideways so Hanzo and Jesse are forced to retreat into a safe house. Little did they know how Jesse’s nicotine withdrawals would test their patience.

He only gave a finger...

heron by cowboyflesh (cowboymeat), G0REPUP [4,905 words] Reccer comment: "no one knows who's the hunter and who's the hunted"

McCree scavenges, picks up what he can; opportunistic. He’s been around quite a bit and isn’t one to settle down. 

Hanzo hunts. Unassuming, poised as demure and uptight, something to be taken apart and ruined and not the other way around.

Allowing the gunslinger's broad palm to slip into his kimono, Hanzo turns and looks up at him with practiced pleasantry. A soft smile, toothless and submissive, as McCree’s eyes narrow at him. He grins hungrily, the lingering laughter still left on his lips as his attention is taken by the archer’s act.

“Gettin’ to be late, why don’t we take this back to my quarters?” McCree drawls, soft and smooth as can be as he massages Hanzo’s shoulder, sweetening the deal.

I got this fever, fever burning inside by CourtneyCourtney [11,300 words]

Hanzo has heard stories of this 'weapon', the most lurid tales courtesy of McCree, naturally. A libido accelerant Talon injects intravenously, giving its victims the option of mauling a stranger for sexual release, forcing themselves on a teammate and ruining any trust built between the two, or - to quote Jesse's turn of phrase - dying of "blue balls."

In other words, not a way for someone like Jesse McCree to go. Not if Hanzo is determined to help. It would be a shame to lose a colleague as altruistic and reliable as McCree to a weapon so primitive.

If he has to choke out the voice at the back of his mind questioning his own altruism in performing this act, then so be it.

(or, McCree gets sex pollened by Talon, and Hanzo helps him out the way any good friend would (Really. Stop gagging, Genji.))

Imagination Infatuation by Partymeowth [9,117 words] Reccer comment: "steaming hot phone sex"

After many, many years of having crushes he’s forbidden from acting upon, Hanzo's used to relying on his imagination to make up for the absence of anything concrete.

Infatuation by ChillieBean [2,131 words]

Cole was jogging on the treadmill, and ten minutes in he removed his shirt. Hanzo did not think anything of it at the time, it is nothing he had not seen before, but when he stole a glance a few minutes later, he could not tear his eyes away.

While Cole was intently focused on his workout and completely oblivious to Hanzo’s leering, with his gloriously hairy, muscled chest and trim waist on show, Hanzo noticed that his pecs were bouncing with each step.

Bouncing. That is a testament to just how fit he is for someone who drinks, smokes and eats the greasiest food he can get his hands on. He has pecs. They bounce. And Hanzo needs them.

It Will Come Back by CorvidFightClub [3,434 words]

McCree and Hanzo are captured by a gang somewhere in the American Midwest after a mission. The situation becomes more dire when Hanzo finds out the gang isn’t the only thing he has to worry about.

Known by vaguely_concerned [1,217 words] Reccer comment: "slow and sweet sex"

Just some happy sex.

Love and Comfort in Gibraltar by ChillieBean [2,879 words]

Hanzo pulls his hand away from that scar and moves his hand back up to rest his hand in the middle of his chest, skipping the same two scars like he always does. Cole doesn’t mind honestly, Hanzo knows his story, he knows why they’re there. It’s not like they’re not that easy to see these days with the hair that’s covering his chest now, but Hanzo’s always been careful to avoid touching them.

Cole thinks about telling their story, weighing up the option of giving Hanzo the distraction or just comforting him in silence. Hanzo knows the story of every other scar on his body, what they make Cole feel when he looks at them.

He thinks again about the trust Hanzo has in him, and decides it’s time.

“I ever tell you about the other two scars?”

Mile High Noon by motorghost [7,055 words]

Two late-thirties bounty hunters break some minor sky-laws.

Nantaimori by ChillieBean [15,403 words]

It had been months in the making, and it was supposed to be a straightforward night: Be Hanzo Shimada's personal waiter, gather intel on a potential partnership with a neighbouring clan, get out without making any waves.

Cole's plans come to a crashing halt when he is asked instead to be the nantaimori—to lie naked for the duration of the meeting while Hanzo eats sushi off him.

Only You Can Cool My Desire by robocryptid [4,202 words] Reccer comment: "cuddling for warmth, my favorite trope and just for me!"

Tasked with cataloging Overwatch assets, Cole and Hanzo spend the night in one safehouse. This one's supposed to be well-equipped, but it's cold as hell and the tiny space heater just isn't suited to the task.

Pine Woods by coinin [14,659 words] Reccer comment: "'Pine Woods' because cozy cabin! And snow!"

After a mission goes awry, Cassidy and Hanzo are forced to flee into the Finnish wilderness. Will they find shelter before they freeze to death? And more importantly, what are they going to do to stave off boredom if they do find safety?

Poker Face by Cadeykat [28,383 words]

“Shark, my ass. Man cleared out $60,000 at the first table he played at.”

Hanzo shrugs, silently delighting in how Daniel sucks in a bracing breath at his nonchalance. Oh, he loves riling him up. Serves him right for calling him in on his day off. “So? That’s not entirely uncommon. Perhaps he’s just good at poker.”

“He’s won almost $250 grand over the last four days.”

Oh.

This is going to be fun.

Say My Name by ChillieBean [9,448 words] Reccer comment: "spite fucking in the most delicious way possible"

Things have been good. Better than Cole thought when he first reluctantly signed up. There wasn't a problem this new team couldn't solve, they gelled together like they have been working together for years.

And things had been good, right until Genji invited his brother to join them.

Cole hadn’t really factored in just how angry seeing Hanzo’s stupid smug face made him. He’s sure the stick up Hanzo’s ass has a stick up its ass. And the shitty part of it all is that Hanzo hasn’t done anything since joining to warrant his anger. Hanzo’s polite, he keeps to himself most of the time, and in group settings, he gets along with everyone.

Yet, all Cole can see when he lays his eyes on him is the carnage done by his hands; Genji’s bloodied body gasping for air.

Shoot to Kill by robocryptid [2,963 words] Reccer comment: "Cupid Hanzo Cupid Hanzo Cupid Hanzo"

Cole convinces Hanzo that Overwatch's Valentine's Day party is a costume party. It's supposed to be a light hazing, a way to welcome Hanzo into the fold. He doesn't expect it to backfire quite so spectacularly.

Slip of the Tongue by robocryptid [5,840 words] Reccer 1 comment: "some of thee dirtiest dirty talk I've had the pleasure to read"

Reccer 2 comment: "Cassidy's weaponised voice results in accidental phone sex"

This was meant to be Cassidy’s job. He did the research, studied the blueprints, laid out the plan. Two nights before he hoped to depart, he broke his leg from a nasty fall. If Hanzo didn’t take over, Cassidy would lose the opportunity entirely. The compromise was simple: Hanzo would do the work on his behalf, but Cassidy would not have to relinquish full control. Instead he remained connected by a standard Overwatch communicator and a minuscule camera.

Hanzo offered of his own free will. He chose this. His only regret is that Cassidy seems incapable of giving instructions that don’t sound like innuendo.

Soothe the Itch by fishpoets [2,650 words]

Jesse wakes restless and irritated, with an insistent urge to clamp something between his lips. Maybe Hanzo can help.

sparring gone sexy by Dio Almark (dancingassassin) [9,659 words]

Hanzo thought that inviting Jesse McCree to be his sparring and training partner had been a good idea. At least at first. They were both mercenaries, training together would keep them at the top of their game. That was all well and good, but then Hanzo had to go and fall for the cowboy.

Truth or Dare: Loophole by thtzwhatuthink [1,213 words] Reccer comment: "a simple, short, but very dirty truth-or-dare situation"

“I dare you to tell McCree all the dirty things you would do to him if given the chance—right now, and out loud.” Hanzo is unfazed by the dare; he is a man of few words in casual conversation, and of even fewer in work settings. When Hanzo smirks, Genji’s smug grin falters a little. He found a loophole.

Truth or Dare: Piercings by thtzwhatuthink [5,610 words]

Playing Poker while a game of Truth or Dare goes on in the same room will inevitably get a certain Cowboy involved in a rather pleasing predicament. Especially with the help of some good ol' brotherly bickering about... inappropriate piercings.

Truth or Dare: Thongs by thtzwhatuthink [5,446 words]

Leave it to Genji to dare Tracer to get her underwear drawer from her room and set it down in the middle of the truth or dare circle. Resident Cowboy is dared to put a thong on, and he's not the only one. In fact, the thongs are merely a catalyst for what Hanzo gets himself into tonight.

what ails you by motorghost [4,858 words] Reccer 1 comment: "Hanzo gets injured and Cole visits him in the hospital. Very hot, great dirty talk."

Reccer 2 comment: "lives rent-free in my head"

A bad injury puts Hanzo in the medbay for a week. Cole pays him a visit in the night.

Wolf by Phylix [3,946 words]

Hanzo awakens in the night to see Jesse needy and asleep. He takes matters into his own hands.

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And that's a wrap on the Week 12 recs! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a recommendation.

If you happen to find a fic you love using this rec list, be sure to leave the author kudos and a comment! Even "I found this fic because someone recced it" is a lovely thing to say.

Keep an eye out for next week's theme: "It's About the Yearning," or all the pining your heart can stand.

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 11 recs here, or check the full list of past and future themes here.

[chaoticallytiny]

I currently have more Overwatch brain rot so have some more platonic headcanons!

If you pick Junkrat up (the man is so long idk how you do it but you do), he’s kinda just like, “Oh? Where are we going??? Cool, an adventure!!!”

Imagine just like,,, giving Winton Winston an industrial size container of peanut butter and a couple bunches of bananas for his birthday/a holiday/just because. You would have a new best friend! (I love him sm)

Cassidy/McCree would absolutely drag you into line dancing with him. He has no shame and will gladly teach you how, so there is absolutely no getting out of it. Sometimes Hanzo gets dragged into it too and Genji films it. Bob also likes joining in from time to time

Ana will gladly take you to do paintball but she will also absolutely walk out of the session without any paint on her at all. Meanwhile, you’re covered head to toe lol

On a similar note, imagine going axe throwing with Junker Queen! That would be an absolute blast oml She would dominate this activity but she’d also help teach you how to improve. She’d be the best coach but also your biggest cheerleader here.

Genji would loooove joking around with you. He also loves pranking Hanzo with you. This (naturally) turns into an all out prank war with tentative alliances (perhaps Overwatch vs Talon, etc.), lines drawn, and no one going anywhere in the base without watching their backs for like a week lol.

I can see Jack/Soldier giving you advice on how to grill things. He’s happy to teach you and is so proud when you successfully grill your first steak.

Reaper will slide you cookies when you least expect it. Blink and you’ll miss him, but there’s a cookie on your desk or on a table next to you and his cape just barely visible leaving the door frame. I love his cookie emote sm

If you befriend Symmetra, she would love to teach you all the cool stuff about what she does and how she designs all her nifty gadgets. She also loves just sitting in the same room with you while you each do your own thing.

This is all I have for now but plz feel free to add to it/drop an ask/etc.! I love headcanons and getting to imagine our faves doing fun things.

Have a lovely day/night/appropriate time label! 💕💕💕

[b0wie-st4rdust]

Oh???? Another person with an AU and their own versions of the Rogues? Which ones you got because I want to know EVERYTHING about them.

OKAY SO I have a list of Rogues that are gonna be in my AU and the list is a bit Long, some of these character still need to be fully shaped, but Asking Question about them is probably gonna help, so feel free to ask about any of them (Also I'm trying to organise the whole thing)

Characters:

Leader of Crime Organizations and people attached to it:

The Penguin - Oswald Cobblepot

Flamingo - Edouardo Flamingo

Music Meister - Darius (Cobblepot) Chapel

Carmine "The Roman" Falcone (and his family)

Sal "The Boss" Maroni (and his family)

Black Mask

Talon and the Court of Owls

Ra's Al Ghul, Talia Al Ghul and the league of Assassin

Mother - Christian Cain

The Big Ones (Very Important to the General Plot):

Joker - ???

Harley Quinn - Harleen Quinzel

Riddler - Edward Nygma

Two Face - Harvey Dent / Harv'

Poison Ivy - Pamela Isley

The Scarecrow - Jonathan Crane

(AU OC) The Mania - Marlene McCree

(AU OC) The Mourning Dove - Bo Hawkins

Dr. Hugo Strange and Dr. Jeremiah Arkham

The Others (some Still important):

Catwoman - Selina Kyle

Magpie - Margaret Pye

(AU OC) Soda Can - Cheryl Lee (Later Cheryl Chapel Lee)

Punchline - Alexis Kaye

Jester - Duela Jones (Joker Daughter in comics)

Mad Hatter - Jervis Tetch

Victor Zsasz

(AU OC) Madame - Camilla Shelley

Jane Doe - ???

Professor Pyg - Lazlo Valentin

DollMaker+Dollhouse - Barton Mathis and Matilda Mathis

Mister Camera - Alexander Gillian

The Eraser - Leonardo Fiasco

Man-Bat - Dr. Kirk Langstrom

Killer Croc - Waylon Jones

Orca - Dr. Grace Balin

Bane - ???

Firefly - Garfield Lynns

Anarky - Lonnie Machin

Ratcatcher (s) - Otis Flanegan and Cleo Flanegan

Clayface - Basil Karlo

Calendar Girl - Paige Monroe

Roxy Rocket - Roxanne Sutton

Baby Doll - Mary Dahl

Cluemaster - Arthur Brown

Clock King - William Tockman

Calendar King - Julian Day

The Calculator - Noah Kuttler

Bookworm - A.S Scarlet

King Tut - William Yasser

Catman - Thomas Blake

Lord Death Man - Tetsuo Fujiwara

Kite Man - Charles "Chuck" Brown

Mister Bloom - ???

Solomon Grundy - Cyrus Gold

Ventriloquist - Arnold Wesker

Character that I want to add but need to do more research on them:

Professor Achilles Milo

White Rabbit - Jaina Hudson

The Carpenter - Jenna Duffy

Cornelius Stirk

Toymaker - Cosmo Krank

Crime Doctor - Bradform Thorne

D.A.V.E

The Designer - ???

Deadshot - Floyd Lawton

Doctor Phosphorus - Dr. Alexander Sartorius

Ten Eyed Man - Philip Reardon (The Spooky Version)

Spellbinder - Charles Dante

Lady Arkham - Victoria Arkham

Merrymaker - Dr. Byron Meredith 

Onomatopoeia

Polka Dot Man - Abner Krill

Killer Moth - Drury Walker

(and Captain Boomerang if I am peer pressured enough)

[max1u3]

The Archives event Retribution - Part 2

The second Archives event took place in 2018, it started on the 10th April and finished on the 30th of April.

The brand new brawl/mission that was introduced during this event was the Retribution event, which followed the Blackwatch cast (Reaper/Gabriel Reyes, Jesse McCree/Cole Cassidy, Moira and Genji). The aim of their missions was to take the head of Talon, Antonio Bartalotti, in. Instead, Antonio goads Gabriel Reyes and explains that any action they take will be a waste of time since his political connections will have him out of prison by the end of the week. Realising he's right, Gabriel Reyes changes the plan (Drastically) and shoots Antonio instead. The Retribution mission is their hasty escape from Rialto.

Not only was this mission introduced but we were also given a handful of brilliant skins.

Scion Hanzo and Soldier 24 are some of my favourite skins as well, so 2018 achieves skins were ab absolute win.

Here are all the cinematics for the mission as well:

I think, short as it is, that there's some really interesting content in the videos.

To start off with, I find it really funny that the video starts with McCree taking out one guy, then Gabriel takes out one guy as well, then Moira takes out three guys and it's like woah ok. Then Genji says hold my bear and takes out an entire group.

It amuses me.

Also, this interaction between McCree and Gabriel, he addresses him as 'Reyes' respectfully, but you can tell he's toeing the line out of concern because they're not just comrades. They're not just commander and follower. They were friends! They worked together for 20 years and it shows in this interaction here!

He's challenging his commanders decisions because he knows that they're friends and he's concerned for him!

Also, please look at these pictures and say to my face that this is not a man who's reflecting on every choice he made since joining Overwatch, and I dare you to tell me those choices aren't weighing heavily on his shoulders!

This is a man that knows if he keeps doing things the way he was doing them, nothing is ever going to change.

So he does something drastic and he kills a man.

He looks so tired :(

I sort of forgot the purpose of this post because I just got carried away psycho analysing Gabriel Reyes.

So, I guess your welcome <3

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Talon Cassidy by thelonecoywolf

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I didn't read Code Of Violence, and personally, from what I hear, I'm glad I didn't. Honestly, Idk, Gabe being a cop doesn't make much sense to me. Not the mention, the whole disillusioned cop trope is cringeworthy. To me, he seems more like someone who was military from a young age or came from a military family. Or somebody someone who grew up on the streets (maybe similar to McCree, but City gangs in LA instead of gangs like The Deadlock gang; he seems like the school of hard knocks type).

Then there's the wife and kid thing. I don't have a problem with the fact that they made him have a wife and kid, but, like with the Soldier 76 gay reveal thing, it's how they reveal these things, and when they choose to do it. (I don't have a problem with Soldier 76 being gay, I have a problem with the fact that they didn't tell us from the start like they did with Tracer. And that they dropped it with just one little conversation in a short story, that it's never been addressed or mentioned in game or in anything since.) Same with Gabe's family. It was something they should have mentioned/talked about from the start, not mentioned in one line in one short story and one panel in which, at the time, it wasn't even revealed who they were. I even remember one of the writers saying specifically saying at the time that the family pictured was not Reaper's family, but it was a family that was important to him.

To top that off, there's the whole joining Talon because he was so disillusioned and discouraged thing. Retribution was supposed to be the turning point, and the Gabriel Reyes from the Retribution short story HATED Talon with a passion and hated Antonio because of his affiliation with Talon and how he knew that because of his "friends" aka his involvement with Talon, he would be set free. Gabe knows full well that Talon has big corporations backing them. No matter how angry, bitter, or whatever he gets at Overwatch or the people in it, Doomfist is not going to be able to talk him into joining them so easily. He's certainly not going to join an organization he despises so much and suddenly agree with their views and ideas of a new world order.

Since we don't entirely know Reaper's true motives, it's possible that, like Sombra, he is only using Talon's power, reach, and resources to further his own goals and isn't actually loyal to Talon per say. Honestly, that's the only answer I'd accept at this point because it just doesn't make sense any other way. But it's also entirely possible that it's just Overwatch's lore contradicting itself again because, let's face it, we know they have a history of flip-flopping with their lore.😮‍💨

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“You can blame it on the circumstances, the environment, but you made the choices you made, no one else.”

✉ ・ │𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒・ ACCEPTING・@colecassiidy

A  dry  breeze  swept  through  the  narrow  alley  as  Mercy  faced  McCree,  their  paths  intertwining  once  again  after  years  of  separation.  Her  eyebrows  furrowed  slightly  as  she  heard  McCree's  words.  She  had  anticipated  that  this  reunion  would  be  an  uncomfortable  one,  but  his  words  struck  a  nerve  with  her.  Silence  hung  in  the  air  for  a  moment  as  Mercy  processed  his  remark,  feeling  a  mix  of  emotions  stirred  within  her—  from  anger  to  sadness  ❝  You  always  had  a  way  with  words,  Cassidy.❞

She  knew  he  was  right—that  ultimately  it  was  she  who  decided  to  become  a  mercenary  and  shake  hands  with  the  devil  (  —Talon  ) .  Mercy  glanced  over  at  McCree,  her  expression  betraying  a  hint  of  sadness  ❝  Sometimes  circumstances  push  us  into  impossible  corners,  and  I  did  what  I  had  to  do  to  survive.  You  can't  judge  me  for  doing  that.  ❞ 

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Tae-mi & the Rome Incident - Pt 1

They say sometimes you don’t know what’s happening until it’s too late.

Perhaps that was not completely the truth. It had been little over two days since she found the proof – two entire days of PANIC set alight in her heart while she tried to figure out what to do next and this third day desperately trying to speak to Gerard Lacroix. But every time she got within five feet of the man they were separated in some way. Lacroix was called to check the location of some important piece of mechanism; Tae-mi grabbed to move-in more boxes to add to more boxes.

Now was not the time for unloading more boxes, but she didn’t have it in her to say no to the hard-working agents when Lacroix was already busy himself, particularly without some explanation that she cannot give to them. It was simply cartoonish the way they were kept apart for HOURS that day. Arguably laughable if it hadn’t ended the way it did.

Lacroix and her finally cross paths and it was not enough time. Not enough time at all.

“Ms. Jin, if I could have you in the main room to help with coordinating intel that would be—”

“Sir, sorry to interrupt I have something to—”

“Commander Reyes and McCree are here. I’ll be right back.”

Tae-mi couldn’t just ANNOUNCE it across the hallway there, but she was so close to it, fists curling, nails digging into her skin. “Sir!” she snapped.

Lacroix stopped in place to stare back at her. “I heard you, Ms. Jin. We’ll talk after the briefing. Intel. Please.”

She sighed, but it was a step forward. An agreement to meet, an agreement to talk. That was good enough. So, she set up in the intel room with the few other agents NOT working on moving in. But her mind was elsewhere, she barely remembered to acknowledge the Commander and McCree when they entered and even less registered when they left.

Intel hadn’t stopped flooding in left and right and it was their job to sort through what was important and what was just dust. It should have been obvious. They should have seen it coming.

SHE should have seen it coming.

The explosion came from beneath them, rocking the ground below and shattering up the foundations. Tae-mi barely had time to think, barely time to process, barely time to do much of anything.

Later they would tell her that she was lucky. That she was lucky the ground gave way underneath her rather than letting the building completely crush her. That she was lucky the foundation toppled in such a way that the rest of the building somehow didn’t collapse in this specific location.  

Lucky…lucky…lucky.

She didn’t feel very lucky.

“Soon-yi…Soo!”

She woke choking on air, crying for her sister. But her sister wasn’t here. Her sister wasn’t in Rome lying in the rubble of a brand-new building. Her sister was safe at home. Tae clenched her eyes shut and coughed yet again, dust from the building spewing out around her and some part from her lungs themselves.

Debris had rained down on her slightly pinning her in place but none of it was too heavy to lift. If she had the strength, the position – she’d lift it herself. But it pinned her face first into the floor, and she was heaving through lungs that sounded wrong.

She saw someone moving and wondered if it was worth it to call out. There were so many other agents that probably needed help. She wasn’t important, she wasn’t—consciousness drifted from her, and she remembered while she slept. Overwatch needs me. Soon-yi…Soon-yi needs me.

The next time she woke she was being moved and the experience was agonizing. Inhaling sharply, she grabbed out for something, anything and found a wrist. Vision full of tears, dust, and blood – she couldn’t see who she was grabbing onto.

“Lacroix, I need to speak to Lacroix.”

“Later…” A familiar voice comforted, “Later.”

Not later…Now….Has to be now. Talon….will be….  

Tae doesn’t know how much she managed to say out loud and what else just drifted in her head. Consciousness was a fluid thing at this point. But she thought she heard someone whisper, Too late. And she didn’t understand what they meant before she drifted into sleep once more.