Okay People! So, Aleosia here and this is my first Overwatch fanfiction. I'm probably not that good at writing and I also need to say that I do not own Overwatch. That pleasure goes over to the folks at Blizzard! I will set up some ground rules for the story and this will be accepting prompts, actually most chapters will hopefully be prompts.
Rules:
I'm fine with shipping of characters other than Junkrat and Roadhog, Roadrat will be the background ship but I am fine sneaking in pairings in the background
This story will be rated teen, but if someone really, desperately wants nsfw I will fill the chapter with warnings
There are no limits with the prompts, just try not to do something someone has already requested though it might be hard
If you want me to weave in headcanons, I am fine with it
I will also accept constructive criticism, actually I'll love it - It's better to improve my writing than to be blind to the faults
Okay! Thanks for reading this horrifyingly long Author's Note (if you made it this far). Enjoy the story!
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The members of Overwatch were seated round a large table in the meeting room. Or as Tracer so kindly pointed out the 'if we are ever called in here get ready for a long and boring 2+ hours' room.
Winston sighed as he tried to quiet the rowdy room, minus Widowmaker, Soldier and Reinhardt who are all just as annoyed as Winston.
"Can everyone please just SHUT UP" An unusual burst from Reinhardt grabbed everyone's attention. Lucio chuckled nervously as the rest of the team tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Thank you" Winston said. "Now, I have an important announcement to make. We have two new people joining Overwatch" some of the team looked excited, while others looked skeptical. "Ooh ooh! Who is it" Tracer asked. "I was just getting to that. Winston replied.
"The two new members names are Junkrat and Roadhog" their faces appeared on the screen behind Winston, very professionally. "I know they might not have the best backgrounds, but I assure you they are good at what they do".
Most of the team looked confused at the explanation, but McCree spoke up. "They're criminals aren't they?" a pause. "Why are you letting known murderers on the team?". "Didn't they steal the crown jewels?" Tracer spoke up.
Winston straightens "As I said before, they are good at what they do. And at least they'll only be killing who we deem as a threat. Also, it's not like everyone on this team has a straight record". Looks were made at some very specific people.
"Anyway, they'll be arriving tomorrow, so we'll have none of this attitude" And with that, everyone split off to do what they normally did.
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"You know Roadie. I still don't get why we're doing this" Junkrat complained to his partner. "We could be out robbing another arcade, or blowing something up! But no! We are going to work for Overwatch of all groups. Omnic-loving bastards"
"Jamie, we are getting free food, accommodation and we are getting paid. Just be glad they are still letting us kill people, though with limitations in place" Roadhog said. What would be interpreted as a series of ineligible grumbles sounded clear as day to the aforementioned 'Jamie'.
"Ya sure this is it pal?" A giant white, pristine building stood in front of them, too pristine for the dirtier of the two. Roadhog only grunted in response.
"Okay, sheesh. So what do we do? There isn't exactly a doorbell"
Mako just shrugged his shoulders.
Then, as if like magic. The door started to come up.
Junkrat looked over to Roadhog, who seemed as unfazed as ever, though it is hard to tell through that mask. Junkrat has only seen Roadhog without his mask twice. One was willingly, the other was, an accident to say the least.
Standing in front of them was a giant man in armour, a young woman with, something, strapped to her chest and a talking gorilla.
Not exactly the most normal bunch of characters, though Junkrat and Roadhog weren't 'normal' either.
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Out of all the members in the Overwatch Initiative, Tracer was the only one excited. Yeah, Lucio and D-va had a mild interest, but everyone else was almost down-right dreading it.
They had all seen photos of the two, mainly mug shots, and they did portray what they looked like. What they didn't do however, was demonstrate how tall they were. Tracer expected Roadhogs height due to his scary 'I'm a one man apocalypse' nature and a bit bigger than chubbiness. But Junkrat was still tall, Tracer guessed around 6'6, though it was hard to tell as he was hunched.
"Hello mates!" His loud and slightly grating voice, laced with a strong Australian accent rang out. Roadhog just grunted slightly as usual.
"Hope you're all happy to have us 'ere"
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And there we go, chapter 1 is finished. Sorry if this was short, but I just wanted to set up the initial arrival. So I'm accepting requests and they will probably be what drives this story. Also there will be a somewhat chronological order, but if at any point you want to go into the pasts of the characters then it will be very inconsistent.
Bye!