Junker Wives are best wives
The ballroom of the swanky hotel was a dazzling sight, with sparkling chandlers and the bewitching dance floor, the rich and famous all dolled up and the sound of soft music and chatter filled the room.
Molly absentmindedly slipped her hands into pockets of the violet gown her mother had made her wear, as she waited for the tipsy rich people in front of her to finish giving the bartender their order. After another ten seconds of drunken giggling, her cowlicks began to go wavy with her impatience, the rest of her hair safely pulled back into a slightly messy bun, lest it follow their leads. Her hands slipping out of her pockets as she crossed her arms over her chest, her aluminum bracelet (made for nullifying her powers in crowded spaces like these) reflecting the light off the sparkling lights above. She had been tempted to shine the light reflecting off of it in one of the nearly wasted guests’ faces, but remembered Winston’s warning about not being rude or disrespectful (even if they started it) because she wasn’t a little girl anymore and they wouldn’t find it charming. And while she insisted that her rudeness could be passed off as ‘just a phase’ since she was thirteen, but Winston had been firm and so had her parents, so that also took away her option to tap her foot in irritation, but in these heels, as low as they may be, she was not used to them and would probably fall flat on her face without her powers to keep her steady.
How she wished they had let her wear her favorite combat boots! Other women here were wearing boots, so why couldn’t she?! But she had sucked it up, mainly because her mother had wisely chosen shoes that were the same basic style on top as the one she had placed on her one year old little sister, Wilhelmina.
Meaning they would match.
Using her adoration of doing cute things with her little sister to make her wear things she wasn’t fond of. Clever.
The tipsy messes finally moved out of the way with their drinks, nearly spilling it on her as they passed, but she passed it off with elegance, grace and a quick middle finger at their backs when she was sure that no one but the bartender could see. After that little slip up, she quickly walked up to him, to make sure she would not be stuck behind indecisive adults and spoke, “G’day! May I please have one orange juice, one grapefruit juice, ‘n two Mountain Dews?”
“Coming right up!” the bartender said as he began pulling out several containers from under the bar, “’N can I please have them in champagne glasses?” she asked, feeling a bit sheepish, “Easier ta carry those then regular glasses, ya know?” The bartender nodded but warned that there would be less to drink out of them then just a regular glass.
“Tha’s foine,” she assured him, “Two of th’ glasses are fer women drinking fer two, figure they’d appreciate not havin’ ta go ta th’ bathroom in a tick.” The man smiled and carefully handed her her drinks and told her to pass his congrats to the two lucky families.
“Cheers! Ta!” she called before heading back to her group, doing her best to stay balanced on her own feet as well as not bumping into anyone, but finding it tricky to do so when people kept throwing their heads back to laugh as if they had something to prove. And others not paying attention to those around them and flinging arms and hands out and nearly making her spill her order all over herself she scowled at the group only to see that they were all wearing a familiar logo.
“You know, it’s polite to say excuse me.” The guilty man said lightly, making his fellow knobs chuckle while the woman he was talking to seemed surprised by his harsh words.
“It’s also polite ta ‘pologize when ya nearly knock a kid over while she’s bringin’ drinks ta pregnant shelias.” she countered, her tone light, but pointed, making them quickly clam up as she passed, “But no worries, no one expects any better from you lot anyways.” she purred before picking up her pace and reaching her objective before they could retaliate. The woman they were talking to quickly taking her lead and slipping away from them.
She finally let out s sigh of relief when she reached Genji and his little two year old girl, Henrietta. He wore a dark suit and had most of his face plate off, his daughter wearing a cute little seafoam green kimono with a dragon similar to her father’s and uncle’s tattoos on it. “Are you alright?” he asked her, his little girl smiling at her and waving. Molly wiggled a finger back at the toddler before saying, “I can handle them, it’s Satya ‘m more worried ‘bout. She don’ need them makin’ ‘er stressed, ‘specially not now.” He nodded, concerned, because, while both her Mum and her Aunt were pregnant, Satya could pop any second while Angela was only a few weeks in. They didn’t want her going into labor with those bastards so close. “I’ll keep an eye on them.” he promised, his expression serious and stern as he bounced his daughter, making her laugh and clap with absolute glee.
“Ta.” she said before walking towards a large open glass door that opened onto a garden. She glanced around, her cowlicks pointing towards them like dousing rods when she finally spotted them and carefully made her way over to them.
Hana “D.va” Song, Satya “Symmetra” Fawkes and Dr. Angela “Mercy” Rutledge stood by the edge of the garden, chatting with a reporter about Hana’s recent collab with her boyfriend Lúcio to help raise money to purchase supplies for Junkers to decrease the crimes they needed to commit to survive, and how excited Angela and Satya were about the new incoming additions to their families.
Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes and Mako “Roadhog’ Rutledge not too far from them, Lúcio signing an autograph for a boy who was probably close to Molly’s age who was in a wheel chair while Mako carefully lifted a girl who had to be no more than six to see little Wilhelmina and little Aarush cradled in his and his partner in crime’s arms, the little girl’s eyes bright with awe, just as her own had been when she first laid eyes on them. The two children’s parents seeming a bit uneasy, but slowly becoming more comfortable with it as they spent more time in their presence and chatted. Torbjörn being with them with his own wife and children probably helped a lot with that too.
Molly walked over to the women, holding out the glasses as she closed the distance, “Sorry ta interrupt.” she said to the reporter, “But I figured tha’ since some of them is drinkin’ fer two...” The woman smiled in understanding and motioned her forward. Molly giving her a nod of her head and a ‘Ta’ in return before informing them that, “I got Aunt Sat th’ orange juice, dunno if it’s pulp or not, but I can always strain it out if ya want.”
“Thank you Molly.” Satya purred, leaving her flesh hand to continue to rest on her belly, where little Eva currently resided, while she took the champagne glass full of orange juice, “But I think I can handle whichever one they have on hand tonight.” She said warmly. She wore a sapphire blue sari with golden accents, a pair of large golden earrings, matching blue heels, her hair pulled back into a beautiful braid, her make up, flawless as always. But the thing she was obviously most proud about was how her entire outfit matched her boys’ tuxedos, but also her homemade engagement and wedding rings that her husband had added to her metallic limb, the actually purchased and not stolen sapphires sparkling beautifully whenever they caught the light.
“I got Hana ‘er favorite, cause hashtag guilty pleasures.” The Petite Korean laughed as she took it, “I can always count on my sidekick, Lightning Bug, to get the job done!” she said, her tone teasing. Molly quickly following up with, “I ain’ a sidekick! ‘M a partner in croime!” Before sticking her tongue out at her, making her laugh even harder. She wore a pink cocktail dress from her new clothes line (Angela, Molly and Wilhelmina’s dresses that night were also from her collection, mainly so they could match and show their support, but also cause it meant that Molly would wear it to be supportive and not go at it with anything sharp or that would stain it on purpose before the event), her hair curled and cascading down her back and shoulders, her jewelry was gold and her make up was light but made her face pop a bit more. Her shoes of choice were platform heels (something that you couldn’t bribe Molly into wearing for nearly anything in the world, not even a billion jars of strawberry jam or tons of tiny parts for her mechanical lightning bugs or anything else she liked... okay maybe she might if she could get another little one to snuggle out of it, but that was it), probably so she could smooch her boyfriend’s cheek with no troubles, which was great for photo ops since he was wearing a nice dark green tuxedo from her collection as well, so it was great for ads and for fans to gush over.
Finally, the girl held out the glass of pink juice out to her adopted mother, “‘N they had grapefruit juice so I got it for ya, Mum.” she said, a bit shy. Angela smiled and took the glass and thanked her in a soft, warm voice. She wore a white gown from Hana’s new line, the same basic style as Molly and Wilhelmina’s, and matching white sandals, her hair was down and she actually put make up on, but somehow she managed to still look like an angel, even without her Valkyrie suit’s iconic halo and wings... which made people give her looks when she came in on the arm of an enormous mountain dressed in a dark suit with his stupid flashy ‘roadrage’ belt buckle, while keeping their seated teenage daughter balanced on his other arm while she held her baby sister, whose gown was pink to match the scrunchies that held up her little pig tails.
“So who is that last glass for?” The reporter asked, “I assume that it’s not for me since I didn’t ask for a drink when you offered.”
“This one’s fer me!” She said, holding up the glass filled with neon green liquid, “I stayed up late doin’ homework yesterday ‘n had to get up early ta get ready fer this party! I need all th’ help I can get stayin’ awake roight now!” She then chugged the whole glass, just to prove her point, making the women laugh before chatting a little bit about what Molly thought about the topics she had discussed with the three women of Overwatch beside her, the women weighing in a bit when they felt it was necessary.
Lúcio walked over with Torbjörn’s wife, apologizing for the interruption and informed her that a photographer wanted to take an ‘Overwatch Dad’ picture featuring the dads of overwatch with their kids and Molly quickly nodded and raced over, handing him her empty glass as she passed him.
The dad group had been joined by Reinhardt and Fareeha (since he was married to her mother and had been a father figure to her growing up), Genji and Henrietta, and Old Jack Morrison.
“Why am I here?” The old soldier asked, “Isn’t this supposed to be a picture of Overwatch fathers with their kids?”
“Yeah,” Genji replied, “But you’re like, the grumpy grandpa of Overwatch, so you have to be in the picture!” 76 scowled at him, but Molly decided to cement it in by running over and grabbing his side, “Grandpa Jack! Grandpa Jack!” she chanted through laughter. The old man narrowed his eyes at her, but she quickly handed her dad her bracelet so she could lift up some nearby glitter off of a table and have it ‘blow’ over towards her face, making it extra sparkly and desu, “Pllleeeaaasssee Grandpa won’ ya be in th’ picture with us?” she said, giving him a pout that was supposed to be far less teasing than it probably was. He sighed and grumbled in defeat as she cheered before letting the glitter get ‘blown’ back onto the table. Reinhardt, Torb, Hog, Rat and Fareeha snickering as the photographer instructed them to come back inside so he would have better lighting, after the Junkers and Torbjörn quickly took a glance back to check on the three mothers in their families chatting with the reporter and seeing that they were fine, they joined them inside.
They took a few pictures of the group before exchanging thank yous and the members of the original Overwatch spread out with their charges, Morrison, who had no children, simply walked back with Genji and lightly smacked him on the back of the head for getting involved.
Wilhelmina began to fuss and a foul smell began to fill the air and her Dad excused himself to take care of her. As if on cue, the moment the mountain of a man was out of sight, Aarush coughed a bit and, after some soft words from his daddy and gentle and careful pats from his metal hand, the little guy nearly barfed onto his dad’s back, Molly catching it in mid air with her hands, her powers keeping it from escaping her grasp or touching her skin, almost acting like a plastic wrap like layer around the mostly fluid waste, so Satya wouldn’t flip out about the state of his clothing or anything else later and so Winston wouldn’t get mad at her for using her powers like he told her not to. He excused himself to go clean his son up, leaving Molly to search for a place to dump the barely floating baby vomit in her hands.
After vetoing the bathroom since she couldn’t just dump it without explanation, she caught sight of Lúcio and Hana walking back inside... and catching sight of a man from the group of Vishkar agents slipping out the door behind them and walking towards her mother’s group and felt her blood turn to ice before she felt it turn to fire.
No. Nuh uh. No way was she letting these bastards ruin anyone’s night! Not after all the time and effort both Satya and her Mum put into getting all three junkers prepared, dressed and making sure they knew how to slow dance for this! (Not that Molly was probably going to dance with anyone outside of Overwatch if she even danced at all, but that was apparently besides the point to them.)
She raced outside, somehow managing to keep her balance in her stupid shoes, not registering a tray covered in champagne flutes suddenly exploding behind her on a table set up near the doors as she made her way towards the two women, who were cheerfully chatting amongst themselves, not noticing the man wearing Vishkar’s V-logo approaching them.
Molly let out a few choice swears under her breath (another thing Winston had told her not to do, as well as her mother and aunt, but in this case, she figured that they’d all be understanding about it) as she did the only thing she could think of to stop the man in his tracks;
Fling Aarush’s vomit onto his back.
She felt the weight of the warm liquid fly off of her finger tips as she did so and watched as she ran around him in fascination as the light colored puke splattered down the back of his head, jacket and trousers, the man freezing in place as if he was someone who hadn’t expected to be stabbed in the back in a movie. His hand slowly reaching up towards the back of his immaculate hairdo, horror etched onto his features as his fingers touched the upchucked bits in the dark strands of his hair.
Molly practically skidded into a stop between the women, who had either heard the glass blasting apart, Molly running towards them or the man’s now very audible gasps of disgust and dismay, or some combination of all three, they never really managed to ask.
“Is that...” Satya’s eyes widened as she seemed to recognize the rebranded logo of her old employer.
“Vomit?” Molly finished, hoping to change the topic from the panicking grown man in front of them, “Yeah, Aarush had some tummy troubles, but Rat’s cleanin’ ‘im up, so no worries.” Satya’s concern seemed to be refocused on her boys at that while Angela quickly pulled out some wet wipes from her purse to clean her hands with, only for her eyes to narrow when she saw that her adopted teenage daugher’s hands were spotless, “And where, may I ask, is your bracelet, young lady?” she asked in a tone that set off many red flags in the girl’s head, “I took it off fer th’ pictures, Da’ left ta change Willi’s diapers before I could get it back!” she explained, holding out her guiltily clean hands out as if to surrender now, “Aarush got sick after tha’ ‘n I didn’ want Sat ta freak out, so I caught it ‘fore it got on Rat’s suit.”
“And brought it out here?” her mother clarified.
“Wasn’ gonna leave you two alone with one of these bastards.” she said plainly.
“Bastards?” The man repeated bitterly as he stomped forwards and held out a throw up tainted finger at Molly, “I’d say that the two junker men these women married are far more qualified for that title than we are!”
The three females stiffened, the teenager’s cowlicks tapered into sharp points and sliding down opposite sides of her head while Satya handed the girl her half full glass of orange juice before she started fiddling with her metal arm, catching the man’s attention as more Vishkar reps, who Molly assumed heard one of the previously mentioned things above and began crawling outside to join him as he began weighing on his former co-worker, “You used to be the top architect of Vishkar, the best of the best! And now look at you! Pregnant with another child of one of those barbaric-” Angela handed Molly her glass of grapefruit juice before she reached alongside her upper thigh, her fingers sliding up her own dress as if to reach something attached to her leg.
“Chaotic-” The glasses in Molly’s hands began to crackle and shatter, and the juice began to flow out of the cracks and seemed to be forming shapes behind the glasses.
“Idiotic-” Junkrat and Roadhog seemed to come back from addressing to their toddlers to see Vishkar employees harassing their girls and began pushing their way through the crowd to help them, other members of Overwatch following suit as a cylindrical wireframe began to take a more familiar shape.
“Disgusting-” Mercy slowly pulled a fairly large (considering where it had been and how it hadn’t really seemed to be there) gun, similar to her Mako’s from her thigh.
“Criminal...” the man’s voice began to waver as Satya finished making a grenade similar to the ones her Jamie made.
“Junkers...” he squeaked as he took in the sight of the three very angry women;
Satya had a bomb in her hands, her cool, calm air of superiority as regal as ever, Angela had a big ass gun in her hands and looked like she was a Charlie’s Angel with the way she held the gun, her expression confident and determined. And Molly was giving them all a wide, slightly demented, smile and had tilted her head, the hovering bits of glass and juice forming Junkrat’s smiley face and Hog’s pig icons. “Ya got a problem with Junkers, mate?” the teenage girl challenged with impish delight, as if saying, “Yes, please give us an excuse ta slaughter ya, it’ll be ‘nother hoighlight of th’ evening!”
Junkrat, Roadhog and the other members of Overwatch were standing just outside the doors, most of them trying to either not laugh hysterically or not have a panic attack, the little ones in the Junkers’ arms not really knowing what was going on other than, “Mummy, Auntie ‘n Molly are outside.” (Which was probably for the best, honestly)
The Vishkar employees looked at the women, looked at each other, then booked it through the garden, the last man looking like a skunk with the white stripe going down his back.
Winston walked up to them, furious, “You two made and brought weapons?”
The other members of Overwatch (sans the two daddy Junkers who quickly and eagerly rushed over to their brides, babies in hand) then began breaking up the crowd and stuffing everyone else back inside to give the angry gorilla and the families some privacy.
“Of course not.” Satya explained coolly as her boys finally reached her and she carefully scooped up her son from her husband and handed the grenade to her freckled Aussie, “I’ve only made a shell, it won’t work without the components that make it explode.”
“She’s roight ‘bout tha’, mate.” Junkrat confirmed, opening it up, “Without th’ roight mix, it ain’ blowin’ up any toime soon.”
Rat gave his wife a peck on the head, “It’s a beauty of a shell, though, love. Then again, everything you do is perfect.” He purred, pulling his family into a gently hug and pointed to Aarush, “Got all the proof I need ‘ere.” he then placed his flesh hand on her belly, “‘N ‘ere.”
“Awww...” Reinhardt said from behind them, Winston reeling around to watch his co-workers flee from the windows, not that the Fawkes family had noticed or really cared, but Angela giggled while holding her one year old while Hog inspected her gun, making him turn his attention to her.
“I cannot believe you brought a gun to a party, what if it went off by mistake and...”
“It ain’ loaded.” Hog interrupted, revealing no bullets in the chamber, “A gun without bullets is jus’ a blunt instrument, one tha’ ya have ta be close enough ta use. Besides, it ain’ loike she can’ patch ‘um up after she was done with ‘um. Hell, she could patch ‘um up after me ‘n Rat would be done with ‘um.” She nodded cheerfully, “As a doctor it is my duty!” she reminded him, gently leaning against him with a wide smile on her face.
“That’s besides the point!” The silverbacked scientist then caught motion out of the corner of his eye and stared at Molly, who gave him a very unconvincing innocent smile as his scowl deepened.
“I’m wearing my bracelet!” she said, holding up her wrist to see that, it was, in fact, there. He then glanced around to see that, there was no broken glass or splattered juice in sight. Knowing her, there would be no physical evidence of what she had done left behind for anyone to find.
He sighed and glared at her, “I’m taking your jam off the supply list for the next year for the cost of needing Athena to erase any video anyone here might of taken and the hotel’s security cameras.”
Molly scowled, “... fine...” she relented, knowing just how long the lecture would be if she tried to fight him on this.
With that settled, he sighed and went back into the ballroom, the two families waiting a moment before following suit, Rat and Hog gently herding them inside, making sure their wives and children were comfy by the buffet and busy chatting with the others before fist bumping with huge, proud smiles on their faces, not needing to say what they were thinking as they quickly passed their toddlers to a eagerly accepting (with grabby hands) Molly before whisking their wives onto the dance floor to throughly adore them.
Molly slipped off her bracelet for a moment, a giggle bubbling up from her stomach as those unspoken thoughts came to her, loud and clear before putting her bracelet back on and cuddling her sister and cousin;
“Fair dinkum, our wives are crash hot!”
@glampyra owns Wilhelmina
@the-inline-rex owns Ben, who hasn’t been born yet but is still there.
@bowlersandtophats owns Aarush and Henrietta
@raedoodles owns Eva, who also hasn’t been born yet but is also still there and she’ll be out pretty soon... so yeah. :P
I own Molly and her old mutt that isn’t here, Bob, because apparently there can only be one hairy guest at that party, and it’s Winston.
And I know it’s weird that I’m giving credit to people who’s OCs weren’t even born yet, but they were still technically there so leave me alone.
