Alien Virgil and Remus and their "service human" Janus, who was assigned to them for reasons but only ends up making them panic a bit more because humans are so squishy- STOP GETTING HURT! What are you doing! GET DOWN FROM THERE! You don't have any exterior plating you could get hurt!
While Janus is just like What? I'm not even doing anything bad? It's just a minor cut from making dinner. Well excuse me for being short and having to climb the counters! Not all of us are 7 feet tall!
But if you even DARE insinuate they need a better human and that Janus isn't doing a good enough job for them. They will fight you.
I like CRAVE more content on pre-contract!era with radiohusk and them being friends/partners(in crime) and all the shenanigans it could have had. and ngl I just wanna see them chill and friendly with each other 😭
overlord!husk and early-overlord!alastor just lives in my head rent free
To this day I'm still the embodiment of the surprised pikachu face whenever a person I've not known too well say they like me. Ah yes, the trauma runs deep.
[I really rushed this one, so I apologize. I just really wanted to get this one out of my head. I may go back later and give it more details, but not at this moment, lol.
This is a little one-shot head cannon I had, where Junkrat is afraid of large bodies of water, but gets saved by a mermaid.
So I hope you enjoy this drabble, I'm super tired and I really shouldn't have stayed up this late, BUT TOO LATE NOW!]
He always hated the water. The ocean, the deep end of the swimming pool, lakes, etc. All of it scared him. Why? He almost drowned.
As far back as Junkrat could remember, he knew that deep water was trouble. What was supposed to be a fun day at the beach, turned into a nightmare. He had somehow got pulled by the undertow and was pulled far. Something passed by his legs and fear settled in. All he remembers is water, panicking, being pulled down, not being able to breath, splashing, and the cold, blue silence, with the darkness rushing in. He remembered seeing someone in the water. Someone who was all blue. Dark blue hair, lighter blue skin...and a fish tail. He was rescued by a life guard, but the blue person was nowhere in site. It was a miracle that he survived, especially since he was in the water or so long. He was taken to the hospital, just to be safe. Later that night, still frightened, he had a nightmare. An octopus had him by the leg, pulling him and drowning him slowly, until, something came to rescue him. Cutting off the tentacle of the octopus, a pair of arms pulled young Jamie away. A blue pair of arms. He looked up to see the face of his rescuer. In most dreams, it's a foreign face, but for some reason, very familiar. It was a gentle and kind face of a beautiful mermaid. She carried him far away from danger and gently let him go. She faced him, held his hand, and led him to a beautiful reef, alive with all different kinds of fish. Jamison assumed this to be her home and never thought there could be beauty in the ocean. She then led him back to the surface. Once above water, he ran towards the beach, a lovely sunset to a thrilling adventure. He looked back to see the mermaid, sitting in the tide and smiling. She smiled, her face almost blurred, and he heard her call his name. "Jamie!" He awoke to find it was his mother calling him from sleep, for he was tossing and turning.
He spat at the ground. He hated remembering that day. And it was even worse, because today was the day that the Overwatch team was going to the beach for a well deserved day off. Tracer sat in the pilot seat of the carrier, a smile from ear to ear, "This is so exciting! I can't wait to catch some waves!" In the co-pilot's seat sat the medic, Mercy, who was looking over the map in her hands, "You know how to surf, Tracer?" With confidence, Tracer replied, "Well, not very well, but it still is fun!" They both shared a laugh. In the seats of the carrier, the rest of the team sat, carrying small conversations with each other, over what they were going to do. Talks of volleyball, shaved ice, sun bathing and more filtered throughout the ship with high spirits. All except for Junkrat, who looked less than pleased. Sure, he had brought explosives to keep himself entertained, and he also managed to bring some fireworks as per request from D. Va, but just the thought of being near the ocean bothered him. Of course there were missions where there was water, but he did his best to avoid it. And if he did fall in somehow, it was never a pretty picture.
Junkrat could feel eyes on him. He looked up to see D. Va grinning playfully, "What's wrong oppa? You look like you want to throw up!" He rolled his eyes, but smiled wanly, "Ah, just not a fan of the big blue, y'see. Pretty enough, but not for me." She gazed at him curiously and tilted her head. Her mischievous grin returned and she giggled, "Oh, you don't like the water, is that it?" He put his hands to his knees and let out a sigh. Pointing at her and giving her his signature smile, he replied, "You got it sheila!" She gave a little cheer and Junkrat laughed. She was always excited when she figured out what he was saying to her. Lucio called over, a chuckle in his tone, "Hey you two, don't tear up the beach too much! Leave some of the sand for the rest of us!" D. Va shot his an annoyed look, "I'm not going to destroy it! How am I going to do an ocean side live stream without a beach?" A few laughs were heard throughout the cabin, easing Junkrat's worries, ever so slightly. But it was short lived when Winston announced that they'd be arriving shortly. His stomach turned in ways it never knew that it could.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was out and they had the beach all to themselves. The carrier nestled inbetween the beach and the small cove that they claimed for their get together. They got to setting up immediately. Zarya and Reinhardt set up a volleyball net, inviting many to play with them. Soldier 76, Mercy and Winston set up umbrellas, blankets, and towels for those who wanted to cool off or sun bathe. Mei and Symmetra made sure the food and drinks were kept sand free and cool. A small tent was set up for changing, so many who came in their regular clothes could get dressed in their swim suits. Everything was ready to go, with D. Va, Tracer, and Lucio running towards the water.
Junkrat sat with Roadhog under an umbrella, with Junkrat sitting with his arms around his knees, chin resting on his forearm, and Roadhog lounging by his side with a drink in his hand. He watched as Tracer splashed D. Va, and Lucio with a water gun, almost sliding on the sand. It looked like fun, but he didn't want to risk it. He lowered his head and groaned.
"I am surprised that you are not out there with them," said an all too familiar voice. He looked up to see Symmetra, now changed into her swimsuit. A beautiful turquoise one piece, almost the same color as her battle dress. "Yeah well, me and the water ain't mates, if that's what you're askin'," he replied, doing his best not to stare. She chuckled to herself, "Well, enjoy yourself, even if you can't get your feet wet." She walked off to join Pharah, who was thinking of playing volleyball with the others. He slumped back down, "At least I get to see some eye candy," he said to himself, with a muttered agreement from Roadhog.
Zarya, Pharah, Symmetra, and Reinhardt were ready for volleyball. However, Mercy and Soldier were cooking, Winston was helping Mei shave ice, 'the kids' were playing in the water, so it left the duos of the Junkers and Genji and Zenyatta left. Zarya noticed that Junkrat didn't look to be in a great mood and trying to talk to Roadhog was always a challenge, so it left the latter option. She approached the two, who were currently meditating together. Tossing the ball up and down in one hand, she placed a hand on her hip and looked them both over. "Excuse me, comrade Genji. Would you and your Omnic care to play with us a little Volleyball?" Her pink swimsuit matched her hair and nails and glinted in the sunlight, catching Genji's attention. Looking up at her, he relaxed his pose, "Ah, Zarya, I would be delighted too." He knew Zarya wasn't fond of Omnics, especially after her saying Zenyatta was 'his', but he was impressed that she wanted to include his sensei into a team activity. He turned to Zenyatta at his left, "Sensei, would you care to play?" Breaking his concentration as well, Zenyatta replied, "Hmmm...I have yet to play this game, but it does sound like an excellent idea." Standing proudly, Zarya smiled, "Good! I look forward to kicking your butts with my skills!" Standing to his feet, Genji laughed, "Do not think so lightly of our abilities, Zarya. For you will be surprised." She winked at him, "I look forward to it." Zarya turned to wave at Pharah and Reinhardt, and began walking towards the net, with the two following behind. Zarya passed the ball to Pharah. Catching it and smiling, she raised an eyebrow to her friend, "So, you got them to join? Ready to show these boys how to play for real?" Zarya flexed and laughed boisterously, "I was born ready!" Symmetra folded her arms and gave a small smile. It was boys versus girls, and it looked like all but two of them were out for blood.
Junkrat was growing bored. He had pulled out some cherry bombs and had been rotating them in his hands to keep himself from thinking about the great body of water. Luckily the game of volleyball was proving to be another good source of entertainment, since Zarya and Pharah were very competitive, as was Reinhardt and Genji. But it look as though Zenyatta and Symmetra were not catching on that this was a 'matter of pride' match. Junkrat became engrossed in their game, especially when Pharah would spike the ball hard or when Reinhardt would accidentally send the ball flying, once hitting Lucio in the head giving the Junker a good laugh. Even though she wasn't playing as rough as the other girls, Junkrat noticed Symmetra playing fairly well, even saying, "Thatta girl," when she dove to save the ball a few times.
Symmetra and Junkrat always had an interesting relationship. Mostly civil since they were on the team, but there were times when they would argue about methods of action. However, they got along best when it was time for the two of them to work together. They would always get excited when they came up with a perfect trap room for the enemy. When she would compliment him on anything, no matter how big or small it was, it would always make him feel on top of the world. He didn't really understand why, but there was just something about her that made him feel like her attention and praise was the only thing that mattered. He tried asking Roadhog why he'd feel sick or like his brain wouldn't work around her, only to get grunts of, "You know why," or "figure it out," from his guardian. If there ever was an answer, he would learn it in time.
Food was ready, giving the volleyball players a needed break. It had been a tie up to this point, with Genji finally catching on to Pharah and Zarya's thirst for winning, and Symmetra and Reinhardt sitting out a few games from being tired. Tracer, D. Va, and Lucio came running in from the water, all of them holding some shells they had found. Lunch was a relief for Junkrat, giving him the chance to get further away from the water. Mercy and Soldier served everyone, Winston letting everyone know that if they'd like a shaved ice, they could help themselves. Junkrat bite down on a rib and almost had tears in his eyes, relieved to have something else take his mind off of the water. "I am surprised you haven't blown anything up yet, Junkrat! I thought for sure you would have by now!" Mei said, as she paused from her meal. With a much more concerned tone, Soldier chimed in, "Yeah, I'm surprised too. Everything okay?" With the meat hanging half way out of his mouth and a sour expression written on his face, he was about to pull at the bone, throw it and answer, when Symmetra interjected. "I believe he said he wasn't feeling well earlier, so I do not blame him," she said as she ate her food in a very delicate fashion. D. Va piped up, "Oh yeah! He said something about it on the way here!" Mercy turned to Junkrat, "Oh no, is it something I should look into? You should have told me earlier!" Junkrat waved his free hand in dismissal, grateful for the cover, "Nah, Doc. Just a bit of a bug is all. No worries!" Junkrat felt himself sigh in relief. Normally he would have blown half of the beach up by now, but being so close to the water, even his greatest passion was no match for his greatest fear.
Suddenly, a whistling sound was heard. Everyone jumped up from the table. With a loud blast and sand flying everywhere, the area where the volleyball net was now a sandy crater. "To the carrier! Get your weapons! Move!" Ordered Soldier, running towards the cooking supplies, where he had his rifle case waiting. Everyone, but he, Junkrat, and Winston ran for the carrier to grab their things. "Finally!" Junkrat said, laughing and lighting some bombs for the ready. A small platoon of Talon agents stormed the beach, meeting a volley of bombs and gunfire. Slowly but surely, everyone had grabbed their weapons, and joined the battle. No one had time to change, so it was even more dangerous and challenging. Running on sand, fighting close quarters, and even the sound from the cove echoing the fight, was getting to everyone. However, even at a disadvantage, they were able to drive some agents away and defeat many on site. Junkrat laid a mine down, trying to lure some agents his way to send them flying. Laying his hand on the detonator and mocking the oncoming attackers, he squeezed the trigger with gusto, sending them flying and himself as well. Little did he know, his positioning was off.
Right as the mine went off, only a few saw who went flying. Roadhog noticed Junkrat had misinterpreted his trajectory, and was too far away to use his hook to reach for him. D. Va also saw, but was being swarmed by agents. He was falling the opposite direction of the beach and he knew all too late.
He clawed at the air, tried using other explosives to push his direction, but he was still too far out. With a loud splash, Junkrat crashed into the water, back first. He struggled, hoping that maybe someone like Pharah or Mercy could fly over and save him. They weren't there. He called out and frantically hoped that maybe Roadhog could reach him, but he was still too far. He thrashed about, trying to stay afloat, but then the water became too much. Waves beat over his head and he was losing air. Panic settled in in the worst way and he fought till finally the water pulled him under. He tried pulling himself upward, but he was being pulled with too much force. This was it. He knew that there would be a day that he was going to die, but not like this. He was hoping it would be in one of the greatest explosions ever, in the midst of battle, like a real hero and not some phony pretender that he felt like he was at times. He was going to die from drowning. He guessed since he wasn't done in the first time, this was it. He was losing air fast. His thoughts finally rested on the only other thing that made him feel at ease. At least if he died, he could look back at the girl whose smile made him feel like he could rest in peace. As the last bubble of air escaped, the darkness closing in, he could swear, that fate was once again being cruel to him and he thought he saw the blue mermaid, one last time. He thought to himself, she must be here to take me to the reef again, one last time. He closed his eyes.
Voices. Distant murmuring that sounded so far away, yet so nearby. Junkrat coughed violently. Tons of water escaped his lungs as he desperately gasped for air. His chest heaved and his eyes burned. Coughing, wheezing, and finally being able to breath air with such vigor brought Junkrat back into reality. The light was so bright and his body felt like a great weight was crushing every part of him. He was cold, wet, and was utterly confused. Was he dead? No, at least he thought not. But, how? He couldn't wrap any puzzles together. His mind was wracked and he was far too tired to care. Suddenly, a warmth spread throughout his body. He gasped for air as his heart rate settled. His body no longer heavy, but still rather weary, he was sat upright. "Junkrat! Can you hear me?" called a voice. He could finally hear, even though he still couldn't see straight, but at least he didn't feel like a truck had hit him at full force. Feeling awful, he did his best to reply, "Yeah...I hear ya." He almost fell backward if it weren't for a very strong hand on his back. He didn't know what had happened, but before he could figure anything out, exhaustion had taken over, causing him to pass out.
It was well into the afternoon when everything had calmed down. The Talon agents had retreated and the team had recovered from the battle. Everyone had helped pack everything up, yet remained on the beach to ensure safety back to the base, before leaving. Mercy stayed at Junkrat's side, along with Roadhog, making sure he stayed stable.
His eyes flickered open gently. He had a horrible head ache and every muscle in his body was sore. He sat up slowly with a groan and a hand to his head. "Oh Junkrat! You're awake! How are you feeling?" asked Mercy, holding him up gently by the arm. He looked at the ground as he held his head, letting out a softer groan, "Not going to lie to ya, Doc. I feel like shit." She nodded thoughtfully. Motioning for Roadhog to hold Junkrat up for her, she prodded him with a few more questions, getting groggy answers. He let out a heavy sigh, thanking Roadhog and the doctor for saving him. They both paused and looked to each other. Confused, Junkrat looked at Mercy, "What, you did save me right?" She smiled softly, "Sort of, I have been taking care of you since you were rescued. Roadhog helped me as well." Junkrat looked back and forth at the two of them, puzzled, "If you didn't save me, who did? And please don't tell me it was that bucket of bolts that ninja hangs out with." Mercy gave a small laugh, "No no. Actually, Symmetra managed to save you. She was closest to the water and she had seen you fall. She had turned her gun into a turret somehow and jumped in after you. And I'm also impressed that she knew the proper procedures for CPR, but that must have been taught to her by the company she worked for." Junkrat looked at the doctor in disbelief. The last person he thought would save him. Sure, he knew Symmetra didn't hate him, but he never thought that she would risk her own safety to rescue him. Mercy sat up and knelt by his side, "Are you able to stand?" He looked at her with a knitted brow, "I think so." Roadhog helped him to his feet. He stood a little shakily, but he was able to walk.
Everyone was scattered about, but a few rushed up to check on Junkrat. D. Va with tears in her eyes yelled at him for being stupid, but was glad he was alright. Lucio and Tracer both agreed that they were happy to see that he was doing better. Zarya told him that she was nearby when she saw it happen, but was swarmed by agents, practically everyone was. Winston offered him to teach him proper water safety and swimming lessons if he so desired. Junkrat was grateful for all of the well wishes, but also embarrassed for his pride. But, beside everyone, there was only one person he felt it necessary to see.
She sat in the wet sand, the tide out further, as she stared at the sun on the horizon. He walked up from behind her, noticing her hair catching the light and the water in playful and colorful ways. She sat up, extending out her legs to turn to see who was coming. He paused as she turned to look at him. She mouthed his name and the de ja vu hit him not only in his mind, but in his heart. She looked like the mermaid at the end of his dream, so many years ago. He smiled faintly and gave her a small wave. She pulled herself to her feet and ran over to him. "Junkrat! I'm so sorry that I wasn't by your side when you woke up! I just got so scared for you! There were so many agents and I had to make sure you were alright, and the team was overwhelmed, and Mercy couldn't take care of you right away, so I had to resuscitate you myself, and I am so sorry that I couldn't do more for you-!" She grabbed his hands as she stammered on, thinking that if she didn't explain everything that he wouldn't understand. He slowly closed the space inbetween them and hugged her. She stood still, shocked at his height and his warmth. "Thank you," he said, as she closed her arms around him.
It was finally clear to leave the beach with the carrier. Mercy still tending to everyone, especially Junkrat. Tired from the day, many members fell asleep once in the air. Some carried quiet conversations or just decided to turn their thoughts inward. Junkrat sat next to Symmetra on the flight back, with Roadhog sitting on his opposite side. She looked at his prosthetics, "Will your hand and leg be okay?" He looked down at them solemnly, turning them slowly as he inspected them, "Maybe. Most likely have to scrap 'em though." She turned to face him, "Do you have enough materials to fix them if you have too?" He chuckled, "Oh yeah, no worries there, love." She sighed in relief and leaned back. He looked down at the floor and then leaned his head back, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Lowering his head and opening his eyes, he turned to face her, "So...What's resuscitation?" Symmetra's eyes grew wide and she turned bright red.
It was going to be a long flight back.
Sherlock arrives at John's front door after three years of having been dead. John's upset.
Sherlock expected John to react in one of seven ways when he turned up after three years of having been ‘dead’. Fainting in the doorway of his flat, however, was not on the list.
He caught John under his arms before he hit the floor. Sherlock’s knees nearly buckled under the sudden weight, though not quite as much as he’d been expecting, before he laid the doctor down gently.
“John,” he said, trying to rouse his friend to consciousness, “John wake up.” John stirred, eyes fluttering, and Sherlock took the few seconds of disorientation to examine the interior of the flat.
He’d kept it tidy in a manner that reflected his military background. Even the kitchen, most of which he could see from the door, was spotless. The building’s location and the size of the interior rooms indicated that he lived alone. The faint smell of perfume hinted at a recent romantic attachment, though the lack of photographs or objects of sentiment suggested it wasn’t at a serious point. The fact that every item in this flat could only belong to John confirmed his observations. In short, the place was nothing like Baker Street.
“… Sherlock?”
He looked down to see John staring at him with bewildered awe. Sherlock smiled, both amused with John’s expression and simply joyful that they were finally reunited.
He helped the shorter man to his feet, only to receive the man’s fist to his face the moment they were both steady.
“Alright,” Sherlock said, raising a hand defensively, “You’re upset.” John laughed sardonically.
“You’re bloody right I’m upset,” he near shouted, “Three bloody years of you being dead, and you just show up out of the blue and all you can say is ‘it’s good to see you’?” He looked ready to throw another punch but he seemed to be containing himself. Sherlock stood straighter as he spoke.
“Well, what would you have me say?”
“Oh, I don’t know!” John’s voice rose sarcastically, “Maybe, sorry for disappearing so long without so much as a ‘how do you do’ to your best friend? Okay, maybe you had your reasons for running off, but you couldn’t tell me about it? You could have phoned, Sherlock. Or at least texted.” He ran a hand down his face and inhaled.
“You know what, I can’t deal with you. Get out of my flat.” Despite it being what Sherlock expected, he couldn’t help the shock and painful disappointment that erupted at those words.
“John-“
“God, I thought you were dead,” John said as he stalked into the kitchen and aggressively pulled out the kettle. “I saw you jump from a building.” He violently twisted the tap and filled the kettle with water. “I attended your funeral.” He set it on the burner and forcefully flicked the switch.
Sherlock winced with every harsh movement and flinched at every sharp sound. When John grew quiet however, Sherlock was more apprehensive than relieved. He took a few tentative steps forward.
“John?“
“I buried you.” John half turned, his tone soft despite his intense glare. He stood more like a captain reprimanding one of his subordinates than a friend talking to another. Sherlock took a deep breath.
“I know.” John shook his head.
“No, you don’t.” A silence fell between the two, the bustling of London outside the only noise that seemed to exist as neither seemed to dare breathe. Finally, John broke it.
“Get out.” Sherlock narrowed his gaze, observing. He stepped forward and rested against the kitchen wall, defiance radiating from him as he stared John down.
“No.” John huffed, his tone becoming venomous.
“Leave now, or I swear I’m calling the Yard.”
“No you won’t.”
“Sherlock-“
“Do you really want to risk having to explain that a dead man won’t leave your flat?” Sherlock ventured, keeping the fact that the Yard was already aware of his return to himself, “If you involve the Yard, you’d have to involve people we’ve worked with. You may even have to involve Lestrade or Sergeant Donovan, perhaps even Anderson, should the idiot volunteer. Besides,” he said as John looked ready to interrupt, “you obviously have more things you want to tell me. Better to do it now than risk never getting another chance.”
At that, John’s shoulders dropped and he exhaled audibly, stretching his fingers down at his sides. After a few calming breaths, he sighed.
“I buried you Sherlock. Let me finish,” he held up a hand when it looked like Sherlock was going to interrupt. He licked his lips and continued.
“I buried your body- or your coffin at least, because clearly,” he gestured to Sherlock, “you’re still here somehow. But that’s not all.” A pause.
“I had to go back. I had to go back to that bloody flat and see all your things and know you would never touch them again. I had to see Mrs. Hudson in shambles, crying over the messes you made. I had to stop myself to stop telling you I was going out because you weren’t there. You forced me to go back to living a dull, boring life.” Sherlock bowed his head, feeling now more than ever guilt for leaving John, but shot his head up as John began to pace.
“Not completely dull of course.” He was raving now, “Always had the looks to look forward to. The whispers. ‘There goes John, the fake detective’s friend’ and ‘Oh, there’s poor, stupid John, the one who was fooled by that lying psychopath’. Of course, let’s not forget, ‘Poor deluded idiot, John Watson, still thinks that murdering sociopath is innocent, such a shame’. Couldn’t even go out and get milk without people staring.”
“John…”
“You know they thought you murdered Moriarty just as the cabbie did, don’t you? All the papers were convinced you’d talked ‘Richard Brook’ to his death, which Anderson was sure to make plenty of jokes about. No one had a hard time believing it either.” John lost much of his steam by now and stopped pacing.
“But you know what the worst part was? The absolute worst? It was knowing you actually were innocent. Knowing that the entire world walked about believing a horrible lie about you, and you couldn’t even call them idiots. You couldn’t even call me an idiot for caring what they thought of you. God,” his gaze darted around the room, thoughts and feelings he’d long since buried and forgotten about bubbling to the surface, “I lost my best friend, saw him die. I didn’t even get a chance to mourn properly with everyone talking the way they did… God, I just- I cared so much.” Glassy blue eyes met Sherlock’s and he found himself feeling just as guilty as he did when he’d overheard John at the grave.
“I guess,” John went on to saw, looking awkwardly at his feet, “I guess that’s all I have to say.” Sherlock nodded, looking down at the floor too. When he looked up, John had turned his back and placed his hands on the countertop.
“I’m so sorry, John. If I’d realized- it wouldn’t have changed anything, but… I’m sorry.” John huffed a laugh and the kettle whistled, though, both men ignored it.
“I just wish I knew why you did it,” he muttered, half turning to face Sherlock, “Why did you make me watch you fall? How did you even survive for that matter?” Sherlock pushed off the wall and gently rotated John until they were face to face.
“Why don’t you finish making tea and I’ll tell you everything.”
