#post recall

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4.16.17 I felt bad about the sadness in my last comic so I felt like making something quick and happy instead. Genji's voicelines when he's reviving are everything....

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Overwatch Writing Prompt

Possible Trigger warnings!! 

(Post-Recall - Overwatch) (Dad!Reaper x Child!Reader)

Reaper meats a child and bonds with them, but not wanting the child hurt or influenced by Talon ends up leaving and re-joining the re-called Overwatch. 

After finally settling down at Overwatch and becoming friends with many in the group, Talon finds out the reason Reaper left them, and they want him back.

Cue Talon eventually kidnapping the Child, hoping to force Reaper to join them again.

How does Overwatch react? What would they do to get the child back? How would they cope with the missing child before finding out Talon has them?

Possible added ideas - 

When Reaper re-joins Overwatch the group is skeptical and wary of both him and the child, and thus takes awhile for the group to accept that the bond between them is true, and not some plot to take them down.

Overwatch group, although still wary of Reaper, have become just as infatuated with child reader, and begin to treat them as family. Even some of the harder Agents (Soldier, Hanzo, etc.) begin to spoil and soften around the child.

Child is injured  (or tortured), and Overwatch’s & Reapers reaction.

Cute Father-Kid interactions between Reaper and Child (possibly caught by another agent. And if it was filmed? No one needs to know :P)

Cute interactions between the child and other Overwatch members.

Before Reaper leaves Talon, the rest of the group (Sombra, WidowMaker, Moira, etc.) Find out about the child. (Do they stay with talon- possibly being the one t eventually tell Talon? Or do they leave Talon as well?)

[chilliebean5]

Fictober Day 6:  “I heard enough, this ends now.”

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Overwatch

Characters: Jesse McCree, Gabe Reyes/Reaper

Warnings: Mild language, canon-typical voilence, mentions of alcohol

Notes: Part four (final) of “How can I trust you?” [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3]

Words: 2344

Jesse had a bad feeling about this mission from the moment Winston told him he’d be going back to Route 66.

‘You’re our best agent, you know the area intimately,’ Winston said.

He’s not wrong. Jesse is the only American out of the six of them who have answered the recall so far. He’s also the only person between them not currently on a mission or recruitment drive, so he had no choice, really.

Being back in his old stomping ground was strange, to say the least. He hadn’t been in this part of Deadlock territory since Gabe bused in, shutting the entire operation down. He was surprised that shitty little diner where he used to hang out was still open. He was even more surprised that he wasn’t allowed in, told to ‘scoot or cop a faceful of buckshot.’

He didn’t care much anyway, he always hated the coffee there, and he didn’t need coffee at that moment. He supposes he did it for nostalgia’s sake, as stupid as that was. But it didn’t matter. The mission was to investigate after several eye-witness reports claimed the Reaper was frequenting the area. The mission was to watch, report, but do not engage

If only Jesse had realised sooner it was a trap.

He started his observations at the hypertrain station, eager to catch a ride on the line which would take him over the now long repaired bridge Deadlock destroyed. Figured while he was there, he’d keep an eye for a shadowy figure, a man in a cloak, bone mask. Someone who stands out real nice and easy amongst the crowd.

He didn’t see that, though. After he bought his ticket, he saw a man in the distance looking right at him. His face was a little scarred, he had a goatee, and when they made eye contact, he smirked. Jesse’s stomach dropped, then, because the smirk was so hauntingly familiar. It was Gabe. It wasn’t possible, though, Gabe’s been dead for seven years now, but it damn well looked exactly like him.

After making eye contact, after that smirk, the man turned around a corner and by the time Jesse caught up, he was gone. There was nowhere to go, so he couldn’t have been hiding anywhere. Not that Gabe was one to hide. He never hid, he always faced problems head-on.

That’s the reason why the Swiss HQ blew up, after all.

So Jesse went about his day, a little paranoid, a tiny bit frightened—something he’ll never mention to another living soul—but mostly suspicious. It’s possible for people to have doppelgangers, and this man was just Gabe’s.

But when Jesse was finally on the train, he saw him again, one carriage up. Jesse pretended not to notice, not to tip him off, and when the train was moving, when there was no chance for escape, he bee-lined to the next carriage. He had an eye on him, right on him, till he nearly knocked over a kid he was too distracted to see, and after apologising profusely to the parents and after letting the kid wear his hat for a literal second after he begged, the man was gone.

So Jesse searched every carriage. Checked in every bathroom. Made his way from the back of the train to the front, asked if they’d seen anyone of a man matching Gabe’s appearance wander up this far, and of course, they said no.

The man had disappeared. On a moving train.

That was the only piece of evidence Jesse needed that this man was not just any man.

There was only one person Jesse knew who could move around like that, disappear in one place, reappear in another. One person who could literally disappear in a puff of smoke.

It had to be Gabe. He somehow survived the Swiss HQ explosion. They never did find his body or any kind of remains, after all. Maybe he escaped before it blew up? Maybe, for whatever reason, he had to fake his own death and used that as his excuse.

Jesse stewed on his thoughts for the rest of the journey, wondering if Gabe being here, now, was coincidence or not. When he pulled up to his stop, with no memory of the journey between, he pushed those thoughts aside. He had more important things to worry about, now. To canvass the streets, ask if anyone had seen the Reaper in the last few days.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on him. He knew he was being watched by Gabe, but Jesse didn’t see him again. And if Gabe wanted to play this little game, then so be it. Jesse’s sure as shit not gonna hide.

And after a full twelve hours on his feet, he came up with nothing. No Reaper sightings, no answers to his questions. From the sounds of it, the Reaper was never here. The reports must have been fabricated, and it made a little sense since he apparently frequented this area and didn’t do anything. He’s a terrorist, death and destruction follows him around, and yet, nothing. No deaths, no harm, no one missing. When Jesse contacted Winston about it, he too agreed it was likely the reports were fake, and that there was nothing more he could do other than check out in the morning, fly back to Gibraltar, and wait for the next Reaper sighting.

Jesse called it a night after that. Bone achingly tired, feet sore, he washed the day away in the shower, stayed in there till the water went cold, dressed for bed in sweats and a t-shirt—cause there’s no way he’s gonna sleep naked in unfamiliar surrounds—before heading into the kitchen for a nightcap.

That’s when he sees the figure standing in the shadows, dressed in black, bone mask over their face. Jesse’s heart leaps into his throat, his fingers curl, aching for the familiar weight of Peacekeeper currently sitting under his pillow. He doesn’t show any of this to the Reaper, though, gives off an air of arrogance, and keeps an eye on him as he heads to the cupboard, grabs two glasses and picks the bottle of bourbon off the bench, placing them on the table and taking a seat.

“Ain’t I lucky?” Jesse muses, pouring the alcohol into the two glasses. “Get my own private visit with you.” He slides the glass across the table, coming to a stop in front of the second chair. The Reaper doesn’t move, just watches. “Suit yourself,” Jesse breathes, downing the lot before pouring himself a second. He doesn’t drink this one, not right away, just spins the glass on the table slowly, eyes boring into that damned mask. “Y’know, it’s rude to come into someone’s place uninvited, then not say anything.”

The Reaper cocks his head to the side slightly, the only response Jesse gets.

Jesse’s eyes flit to the other glass, then back to the Reaper. “Look, I’ve got an early flight in the morning, and I only came in here for my nightcap,” he says, holding up his glass. “Either say your piece or get out. I don’t have time for this.”

That the Reaper understood, finally making his move. They stalk forward, place a clawed hand on the back of the chair, scrape it obnoxiously on the floor before dropping into it, folding their arms across their chest in an exact mirror of a move Jesse had seen thousands of times before. Adrenaline courses through his veins, his fight-or-flight response kicks in. He should have pieced two and two together. He should have realised that there was a sighting of the Reaper, and Gabe was here, here of all places.

It takes every single shred of willpower not to react, even though his world crashes in around him.

Gabe is the Reaper.

“There we go,” Jesse says slowly, lifting his glass. “Isn’t this better?”

The Reaper just looks at him through that blank mask, and Jesse holds the stare until it becomes unbearable, opting to down this entire drink, too, and pouring himself a third.

“You’ve figured it out,” the Reaper says, his voice deep and guttural, so much so it sends a shiver right down Jesse’s spine. “You were always too smart for your own good.”

Jesse sees it for the backhand it is, but merely shrugs. “Someone had to be the voice of reason, it sure as shit wasn’t you.”

“Once an ingrate, always an ingrate.” The Reaper reaches out, places his hand over the top of the glass. “You abandoned me.”

“Is this how you wanna do it? Fine.” Jesse drinks his third glass, and this time he doesn’t bother pouring himself more. He still needs his wits sharp. “You turned your back on everything!” He leans forward. “On me. On Jack. On Blackwatch. So don’t you dare tell me I abandoned you.”

“I did what needed to be done. Overwatch was a scourge, a plague. I did it a favour.”

“By what? Blowing it up? Killing innocent people?” Jesse scoffs. “You went off the deep end, Gabriel, joined Talon. Talon, of all fucking things. We fought for years, fighting against them, putting them down, and then you join them? For what? This?” He shoves his hand in the Reaper’s direction, looking him up and down. “I may be an ingrate, but at least I’m not pathetic.” Jesse doesn’t break eye contact with the mask, but he definitely sees the Reaper tighten his grip on the glass, and Jesse prepares himself for it to be tossed at him.  

“You wouldn’t understand,” the Reaper grounds out. “If you didn’t back then, you wouldn’t now.”

“So why are you here, then? Cause if it was just for this chat, then I’m done.” Jesse pushes his chair out and it scrapes against the floor. He doesn’t move from there, he waits for the Reaper’s next move.

“No, I didn’t come here to just talk.” Hand still on the glass, he reaches into his cloak, pulling out one of the shotguns that were gifted to him celebrating his twenty years with Overwatch and placing it on the table, hand still around the grip.

“So you came to kill me, then.” Jesse chuckles, stands and extends his arms by his side. His heart is pounding in his chest, his eyes on the Reaper but also both the glass and the shotgun he has his hands on. “I heard enough, this ends now.”

The moment the Reaper’s hand tightens around the grip of the shotgun, Jesse ducks, just in time for the shots to hit the wall behind where he was standing, and he rolls into the bedroom and slams the door behind him. He doesn’t waste time trying to jam it closed, he knows the Reaper will just smoke his way in here, so he launches at the bed, grabs Peacekeeper, quickly checks the loaded cylinder and when he flicks it into place, aiming it at the door, it’s kicked in, and the Reaper steps through, both shotguns in his hands now.

Jesse wastes no time, shooting him in the shoulder. Panic pools in his stomach when nothing but black smoke pours from the wound, when the Reaper laughs.

“Try harder,” he says, mocking, as he takes a step in the room.

For a brief moment, barely a second, Jesse hesitates. He has to remind himself that it might be Gabe under there, but it’s not the Gabe he knew. That Gabe is long dead, and this is some imposter, someone wearing his skin. And with that thought, he aims lower, where his heart should be, and shoots, but just like the first time, the Reaper is unfazed and smoke floods out of the wound.

Another laugh, and another shot, this time right between the eyes. The mask cracks and Jesse can see underneath it, can see skin behind the smoke. Jesse starts to shake now; how can he possibly survive this if he can’t kill the Reaper?

The Reaper takes a step, and Jesse takes another shot, hitting the eye socket of the mask. It cracks, above and below, and the Reaper growls, holstering one shotgun to pull the mask off, tossing it to the ground. Any long-lingering doubts Jesse had about it not being Gabe under there are put to rest, seeing the face of his old commander looking back at him.

Before Jesse can even blink, the Reaper is in front of him, hand around his throat. Jesse grasps his wrist with his prosthetic, squeezing as hard as he can, enough that it should shatter and crush bone, but nothing. He tightens his grip on Peacekeeper as he chokes for breath, as the Reaper squeezes tighter, as his vision starts to grow fuzzy around the edges.

“Let go,” the Reaper almost coos, his smile growing wider with each passing moment.

“Fuck… you…” Jesse gasps, and with his final ounce of strength, presses Peacekeeper’s muzzle under the Reaper’s chin and pulls the trigger.

Jesse drops to the floor, grasps at his neck as he coughs and sputters, tries to take in air around his crushed trachea. As he begins to stabilise, tears streaming down his face, he looks around the room, the only remnants of the Reaper is one shotgun, which after a moment disappears into the same black smoke that was pouring off him.

He doesn’t understand why that shot worked, but he sure as shit is grateful it did. His eyes dart around the room, looking for the Reaper as his breathing normalises, and the second he is confident enough that he can stand, he grabs his bag, stuffs everything in it and leaves. He drops the room key and a generous tip to cover the damages by the unattended front desk, and once he is in the confines of a taxi on his way to the airport does he contact Winston.

“Jesse. I was not expecting another check-in. Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice hoarse. “You’ll never believe who paid me a visit…”

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Post recall: Ana

She has an old comm as a memento of her time in overwatch. But obviously it didn't work or it could be tracked. She heard about it as a low whisper between the terrorists in Egypt and deceieded it was worth checking out. Her curiosity hadn't killed her yet and, who knows, it might not be a red herring.

So she fixes the comm and sends out a signal. Leaving the comm in the location she was going to end up fighting them in. She knows it was designed to only transmit a signal to overwatch officials, but there's at least a gallon of sand in that thing and overwatch isn't as organised as it used to be. She leaves it 2 weeks before enwuutinh through her own channels of activity in the area. Finds there is rumours of a large ship arriving within the next day. And goes to set up her course of action. She believes the terrorists she is fighting got dealt a heavy enough blow last time and so couldn't muster the strength for another attempted attack on civilians, it was rather hard for their leader to come back from the dead, leaving her free to do as she pleased for at least 2 weeks before they decided to get outside help.

The next day an old orca arrives, and Ana gets in position

The ship that arrives looks like it belongs to overwatch, but not so much that anyone who wasn't in it, would know. She was close to the engineers that built to old ships, so she knows the quirks of an overwatch build. Being around torb puts those things in your head, whether you want them or not.

She doesn't know the condition of the forces coming to intercept her signal. Whether they'll be 30 or 3. But she makes an estimate at the usual strike team size of 6. They can't have changed old ways so quickly.

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As they were assigning missions on who next to bring back, they finally got wind of ana's location, so she was next on their list of people to call. But they know ana, they know she wouldn't let them see her if it wasn't a trap or a set up. So they send those that have a hope of reasoning with her. Mcree, mercy, Jack, torbyorn, Reinhardt and then zenyatta to ensure peace was kept. This team was there to ensure ana they meant business and to bring her out of hiding

They hadn't told phrara yet, it was a shock to all of them. But as soon as they started doing work around Egypt in the old overwatch channels, phara got wind and wanted to enlist. They couldn't keep this a secret forever. Of jack or of Ana, and ana needed to be there to see her daughter and the accomplishments she made in her stead. That was the only way to gain either of their support. So with that though in their mind, they set off to reunite with one of their oldest comrade

Of course nothing goes swimmingly, when they see the ruins of an old desert town they know they're in for a hard time. This was ana's preferred hunting zone, and hunt she did. A bullet strikes the stonework behind which mcree crouches. He knows her, he knows that shot "back off now or you won't hear the next one". He also knows better than just to walk out in the open. She has him in her sights. And he never doubted her aim before. So he shows her the greatest sign he can, throwing his hat and serrape around the corner followed shortly by his peacemaker

He crawls the opposite way around the building, waiting a few seconds before shouting "im coming out", slowly he raises his hands above his head ignoring the fear on his teammates faces and he closes his eyes and opens his arms "ma'am, I'm sorry" there is no hesitation in his step but his voice shakes as he says "We abandonned you, an' we deserve whatever pain you can hit us with" slowly going to his knees, he continues "but we need you, now as much as ever, the world is in chaos an'... an' i can't sort it out, not wothout you. It's jus' not right" he's almost shaking as he waits for something, anything.

A bullet tears through the air and lands straight in mcree's flesh arm. He yells and drops to the ground clutching it, writhing about in pain

This causes mercy to promptly drop any caution and fly straight to him, healing beam fixed on her target as she signals over to the left where Reinhardt is and he charges over, raising his shield. Mercy's quiet muttering of "you're a fool, an apsolute idiot" as she tries to relieve his pain but to no avail, ana had hit him with one of her anti-healing bullets, blood was still steadily flowing out of his arm as she bandaged it, soaking through layer after layer, she quickened her pace and told rein to hold his ground a little longer

Mcree's pain-filled yelling was all that they could hear and they desperately needed to get in contact with the others at the drop off site in order to head back, they left torbyorn and zenyatta to defend the orca, as it was in an open area and likely to be attacked, Jack promised he would only come out if he was sure he wouldn't be recognised or it was an emergency. News spreads fast in these parts and the only people who know about overwatches recall is those who were initially contacted and those that have applied since

With no other option they agree that Reinhardt should carry mcree and boost his way away from ana's rifle and mercy would follow, making it a dangerous but necessarry risk in order to escape and decide on their next move, if Ana wanted to stay hidden then so be it. She'll have to wait while mcree is still bleeding. Mercy slowly lifts mcree and moves behind Reinhardt so his armor can block some damage when his shield goes down. In one fluid movement mcree is moved from one person to the other and they duck their heads as rein charges away, mercy flying erratically behind in order to not be shot

They take it at a run, being careful not to move mcree's arm too much. Angela is trying to make contact with the orca, using any communications she can, that the mission failed and they were on their way back, but as they got closer the echo of gunfire gets louder and the yelling of battle get fiercer. They climb the brow of the sand dune they were on and see the chaos below

The ship was surrounded with black-clothed bandits and intermingled between were some carrying heavy weapons and large shields. They seemed organised so they made the assumption that it was a branch of the terrorist group that farreha had mentioned was growing in support. Though they couldn't have had this many numbers surely? There was gunfire from the front of the orca and as they approached from behind they heard a yell of "Molten Core!" Before fire steamed over the top of the orca and waves of the nearest group were mowed down. This bought the remainder of the group time to run around the side of the orca and into the main holding bay where Angela's main supply of medical kit was. Mcree was given the barest minimum of care to keep him safe as mercy saw the flames die down and rushed out to help. Jack was shooting from the top door of the ship, mask on and biotic field down. Reinhardt had shielded torbyorn's turret and zenyatta was behind his shield too, firing his orbs out at rapid pace. It was bloody, but that never stopped the old soldiers, they powered through. It got harder and harder to defend all the angles they needed to, every time the turret knocked down a few at the center, more would come from the side and with mcree out of action and jack taking the left side they had to rely on zenyatta to take the right and protect the main doors from sabotage.

Hard going would be an understatement.

The peaceful monk was splattered in blood from where his orbs had smashed into the enemies. Reinhardt's shield was heavily cracked and torbyorn's turret had begun to spark but they could see the end now, only a one more group. This group, however, had a large, hooded man carrying a heavy machine gun. That was slowly chipping away at their massive shield as he got closer and closer. The constant fire of the gun was only beaten by the turret that seemed to be doing nothing as the man was heavily fortified by shields. Jack had almost finished with the left side groups and was about to sprint over to the right side to assist zenyatta when there was a mighty crack as the blue barrier broke into many pieces and a few seconds later the turret exploded raining molten metal onto the strike team. This was the final moment. Rein readied his hammer and dealt strong strikes to those at the front knocking their shields back and Jack managed to get precise shots off in that short window with his tacticasl visor. But that still left more than 10 enemies and little more than mercy's pistol and zen's orbs to fire with. Reinhardt, having taken most of the damage from the machine gun, was showing his fatigue as, just when his hammer was raised for another strike, the machine gun was aimed for his allies. Preventing him from swinging too recklessly they were stuck, half inside the orca as some sort of protection and time running out.

There was a flash from one of the nearby buildings and the constant tear of the machine gun was silenced. The man lay slumped over and Reinhardt saw this as oppertunity, so he took it, reckless as ever, with another flash he was sparking blue and there was a yell of "You're fired up, get in there" before Reinhardt slammed into the man on the ground, his heavy armour crushing the gun and pinning the man to the wall. He then turned and swung his hammer down, crashing into the ground causing the remainder of the enemies to fall, shields down, torbyorn's new turret gleaming and his shotgun firing pellet after pellet at the prone foes. Not one of them got back up.

Mercy went around, healing everyone and then helping set up the orca for flight. She was so busy she didn't notice the grey haired lady walking over the bodies, rifle slung on her back and carrying in her arms, the red serrape and hat of the cowboy's

She assisted the team, no words were needed yet, they needed to get in the air, then they could discuss what happened. The bodies would draw attention, and they didnt want anyone waking up and raising the alarm. They needed to escape unseen, so they were thankful for her local knowledge

Once they were in flight. Tensions were high. But there was a strange, almost relaxed atmosphere, as almost everyone there had regained a friend they thought lost

[plumeriafairy14]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Talon takes over Hanamura and Overwatch receives the distress signal. They send a strike team and along with it, the two brothers who were banished and thought to be dead. In the depth of the night after the fight, Angela and Jesse catch a glimpse of Genji and Hanzo in a different light; one that is intimate and unguarded. The silence of unspoken love underneath the gentle cherry blossoms in the place they hope to call home again.

Parings: Mchanzo, Gency

Word count:  5,601

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OHHEY, so I worked on this Mchanzo and Gency fic rolled into one during my downtime at work. I hope you all like it! 

[elvenswan]

I want a post recall event...

With lore and skins ...like Overwatch's agents new official outfit.

And bonus for a surprise Agent Hanzo skin.

[digic300]

A collab I did with @bbee-can for @anxious-procrastinating ‘s birthday!

Max sketched McCree, spliced the two sketches together, and lined while I sketched Genji, colored it and shaded it!

[yunasightx]

Just another sketch ..reunion after the recall ( you can’t see it but Jesse is crying into her hair)

…she’ll chew him out about illegally riding on trains later. They are both just happy to finally be home again.