OW/Talon Chat Fics...

OW/Talon Chat Fics...

Maybe it’s just me, but almost every Overwatch chat fic I have EVER come across starts more or less the same way. 

Winston starts it and says “It’s for emergencies only”

And then, predictably, it all goes to shit. 

I’d really like to see a Talon chat fic where they knew better than to even pretend that it wasn’t for shitposting. 

Moira talks only in anime memes. She has a folder of 50 Gig’s worth so she has the perfect pic/gif for almost everything. 

Sombra has made herself both admin and mod (either by hacking, or they gave up and just let her be it from the beginning because she was going to do it anyway). She abuses those powers on a daily basis. 

Widow low-key roasts everyone (fashion choices, life choices, everything really). she also sends pictures of whatever she’s eating (with three million filters on it and arranged artfully on a plate).

Reaper has set his text to be blood red and sends random pics to the chat. He sends everything from cute selfies to the sewing projects he’s working on to his latest kill. He will also copy paste parts of “My Immortal” or other really shitty fanfics just to annoy people sometimes. 

Doomfist sends those fake inspirational posters and some really shitty dank memes when he’s bored at Talon meetings. Otherwise he just lurks and says nothing. 

Maximilien lurks and waits for the right opportunity for puns and jokes. He especially loves math, number and gambling related ones the best. 

(I don’t have anything for Sanjay, sorry) :|

“Wake up Gabriel!!”

Forgive me... (listen to "I'm still here" from treasure planet while you read)

Cole sat in a bar, alone with nothing but alcohol and his thoughts to keep him company, he pulled an old photograph out of his pocket and unfolded it to reveal the day of his high school graduation, all of his overwatch friends were there as he held his diploma proudly, Gabe was on the right next to him with a proud smile and a hand on young Cole’s shoulder, Jack was on Cole's left with his arms crossed and a proud smile on his face as well.

Cole would have smiled at the photo if he hadn’t just learned that those proud smiles on the faces of the two men he looked up to were lies...

Cole had run into Reaper not too long ago, he made a remark about the bounty talon had on him and how it was a bit lower than the other agents', "A proper amount for someone as worthless as you, ingrate. Looks like 20 years didn't change anything."

The cowboy felt his heart shatter when he heard that, he could usually take Reapers insults, but that one... It hit Cole hard, he had hoped the man he saw as a father figure and mentor would've still cared about him even a little... But those hopes were dashed when he heard that. Reaper suddenly found himself in a chokehold, he could feel Cassidy was trying to snap his neck... Usually the cowboy would hold back a little but his strength was demonic and he couldn't break free, he remembered his wraith ability at the right moment and escaped. Leaving Cole alone to sob his eyes out after hearing how his parental figure thought he had always been worthless.

Cole's eyes welled up as he continued to look at the picture, he thought Jack at least still loved him but that thought was gone as well after their last encounter. Cole had gotten injured in a fight and Soldier 76 was there, Cole looked at the man for help but he felt a coldness behind the visor... He then said that his opportunity to be in overwatch had been a waste... That was the last straw, Cole quickly pulled himself up and used deadeye, Jack said something to him but Cole had tuned him out and walked off to find Angela for help.

Cole crumpled the photo and threw it into the nearest trash can before walking out, he got on his bike and rode off, trying his hardest to not break down sobbing.

The team had noticed the change in Cassidy, he was colder, less bubbly and cocky, and every morning he was hungover, D.va approached the man and offered him a Nano Cola. "C'mon Mr. Cassidy, we're your friends, you can tell us what's on your mind." She said calmly.

Cole took the soda and took a long sip. "Hana... Have you ever had yer heart ripped out by people ya looked up to?..." He asked, Hana was caught off guard by this but so was everyone else, who hurt Cassidy so much that he was this depressed? Everyone sat down with Cassidy and listened as he told them everything, he was holding back tears but when Fareeha hugged him the floodgates opened.

The entire team was pissed, Ana and Angela refused to help Jack with his Biotic field, Reinhardt gave him a cold glare, Fareeha wouldn't even respond to his jabs anymore. They all made him know why he was now despised. "You hurt your son." Was their answer, Jack knew what they were referring to, at first he denied it, saying he didn't regret what he said, but that opinion changed after his next encounter with Reyes.

Reaper was standing on the roof of a building, looking at a piece of paper. Jack approached him from behind ready to shoot when Reaper spoke. "We hurt him... He trusted us... And we hurt him..." He said quietly, Jack looked confused, Reaper turned to him and took off his mask to reveal his face, it was a look of shame, guilt, and heartbreak, he offered the paper to Jack who snatched it and looked at it, he felt his own heart break when he saw what it was. It was the photo Cole had crumpled up and thrown away. "Sombra shoved it into my hands telling me he threw it away... She said I was clearly beyond saving if I was willing to abandon the man I had cared for..." Gabe said quietly, Jack took off his visor and looked at his former friend. "What have we done?... He trusted us and we broke his heart..." He replied, finally breaking and crying. "Ana showed me surveillance footage... He was at our graves screaming and crying... he shot them until his gun was empty... he still kept pulling the trigger..."

There was no coming back from this... Jack and Gabe would never be able to make up for what they had done... faking their death was bad but destroying their son was worse... They had given him hope, a purpose in life, a family... and they took that from him all because of their own self hatred and anger...

Cole was sitting in his room on base when he got a message on his phone, it was from an unknown number, asking him to come outside. He walked out and saw them, Jack and Gabe standing there, no weapons, no masks. "What do you want? I thought I was worthless to ya both..." He spat, looking away from them.

"Mijo... We're so so sorry..." Gabe started. "We have been angry with ourselves for so long and we ended up letting that hurt you... You're our son and we hurt you..." Jack added, Cole tensed up and still didn't look at them. "Was it all a lie?... Was I just a burden this whole damn time?... You said those things with no hesitation... You must’ve meant it..." He asked.

"No! It wasn't true at all! Cole, we're so proud of you, you have become a better man than either of us... Ever since the explosion we've been trying to find out how everything went wrong... We became angry and bitter... I personally am jealous of how great you are and how much you've grown..." Jack replied.

Cole finally looked at them, tears flowing down his cheeks. "I thought you guys were dead... When I heard you guys were alive I was so happy, pissed off but happy... And then you both insult me... callin' me ingrate, a waste... I let you guys arrest me, I coulda fought back and escaped durin' that sting but I didn't... Because I thought that if I left Deadlock, I could become a better person... I left behind friends that cared about me and had my back t' join you guys... I left behind Ashe... I took all yer advice, I trained hard, I finished school, I followed yer orders... All t' do the right thing, all because I thought I found somethin' better... And look what that got me..." He said. "I don't wanna be hurt again... Just leave me alone..."

Cole was about to walk inside when Gabe wraithed in front of him and hugged him tightly, the cowboy tried to pull away but he started crying in his dad's arms. "Mijo I am so sorry... I should have never said you were stupid, you're the smartest guy I know, you always have a plan and you're such a good leader." Gabe said softly, Jack walked over and hugged Cole as well. "You're not a waste either, you're one of the best agents Overwatch could ask for, I couldn't be more proud of you than I am right now." He added.

Cole just continued to cry and crumbled into his fathers' arms as they apologized over and over, telling him how proud they were and how grateful they were to have him as their son. The cowboy ended up crying himself to sleep and Gabe picked him up, Jack allowed him inside and they took Cole to his room. "This is familiar, isn't it?" Gabe commented, Jack nodded and chuckled.

They tucked Cole into bed and after exiting the room, they saw the entire team looking at them, the old soldiers looked away awkwardly, Ana approached them and slapped them. "Don't ever do that to Cole again you got that?" She threatened, the two nodded in understanding. "Good, now Gabriel are you gonna come to your senses and come home?" She asked, Gabe smiled. "If you'll let me, I got a lot of apologies to make." He joked.

The next morning, Cole woke up and found himself tucked into bed just like how Gabe did it when he cried himself to sleep, he sat up and his bedroom door opened, Gabe walked in carrying a tray of Cole's favourite breakfast. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked, placing down the tray, Cole stared at his dad for a moment before hugging him tightly. "Please... Don't leave me again... And don't say those things again..." He pleaded quietly, Gabe hugged him back. "I promise I'll stay, and I swear to God I will never ever say those things again." He replied softly.

Cole smiled a little as tears welled up in his eyes again. "I missed you dad..."

Gabe teared up a little as well. "I missed you too mijo..."

yamato week, day seven

characters: yamato and ken

summary: when ken and yamato are sent to méxico, ken doesn't expect to break down in the middle of the Mayan Temple. luckily (or not), yamato is there.

(a different take on the world tour arc, ken and yamato edition) ((also on ao3!))

The Mayan Temple air was stale, heavy with their breath and perspiration. It was well past Ken’s bedtime, but adrenaline invigorated his bloodstream.

Beside him, Yamato was staring at his cell phone, aggravation prickling on his brow. 

“Why aren’t they answering?” He nearly growled. Though he had tried to whisper, Yamato’s voice echoed off the Temple walls. 

Ken sucked in his breath, straining his ears for the sound of the guard’s footsteps. Rosa was too entranced in a staring match with Wormmon to translate for them if the group were to be interrogated. Once it became apparent that the guards hadn’t heard them, the tension in Ken’s shoulders melted. 

Yamato muttered a few obscenities under his breath. “I can’t tell if the others have arrived safely, finished their assignments, or are already home. How much time do we have?”

His cerulean eyes focused on Ken’s, so intense and narrow that beads of sweat began to roll down the younger boy’s neck.

Heart thrumming in his ears, Ken’s mouth ran dry. Those eyes, so commanding, so blue , froze him to the spot. He was hardly aware of Rosa pulling on his sleeve or Yamato’s questioning tilt of the head. 

In his mind’s eye, the Mayan hallway grew darker, elongating itself, the smell of sea salt and mildew nauseating him. Instead of Yamato, Takeru was standing in his way, blue eyes full of contempt and fury. His cheek was bleeding, Ken’s jaw on fire. What was happening? Where was Wormmon?

“Ken.” Loathing dripped from the single syllable, Takeru advancing on him slowly. “Ken?”

He tried to back up, to run away, but his elbows were pressed against the wall. Panicked breaths slipped from Ken’s lips, chest heaving. 

“Ichijouji?” Blonde hair moved even closer, a weird underlying note of tenderness making Ken’s palms sweat. 

Something tugged at his sleeve urgently, but the raven-haired boy couldn’t look away from those angry, blue eyes. 

A pair of clammy hands gripped at his shoulders, knuckles stained white. 

Ken’s vision blurred; when had he started crying?

Those hands pulled him in. Ken was far too weak to resist, instead succumbing to the strong pull of Takeru’s grasp.

“Ken, what’s the matter?” A deep voice asked. Pressed against this person’s chest, it became abundantly clear that this voice did not belong to Takeru.

“Yamato?” Ken’s voice cracked. 

His chest was broad, shirt growing dark with Ken’s stray tears. Ken could hear Yamato’s steady heartbeat in his chest, calm and even and steady. 

A low rumble echoed in his ears, but the younger boy couldn’t focus on the words. Wormmon’s small body wedged between the pair, his antennas tucked neatly beneath Ken’s chin.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, body trembling in Yamato’s grip. 

“No, don’t apologize.” His voice was firm.  “Everyone gets overwhelmed. I promise we will be out of the Temple in no time.” Yamato rubbed his arm absent-mindedly against the cotton of Ken’s shirt, desperately trying to calm his whimpers. 

For a moment, the only sound in the Temple’s walkway was the echo of irregular breathing, a soft hum of encouraging words too low to be discernible. 

Rosa watched on, concern etched across her small brow. Slowly, Ken’s sobs quieted. His shoulders stilled, a small breath of relief slipping from Yamato’s lips.

“Ken,” Yamato ventured, voice soft, “What’s the matter?”

His question shook Ken from his momentary stupor.

Though his arms were still trembling, the younger boy managed not to drop his Digimon partner, instead pulling Wormmon closer. A few deep, steadying breaths grounded Ken. 

Yamato’s gaze never left his face, but it no longer felt as oppressive. Yamato wasn’t angry; Yamato wasn’t Takeru . 

“Has anyone ever told you,” Ken began, voice shaking, “That you look just like your brother?”

The question hung in the air for a moment. Rosa feigned interest in a whispered conversation with her own partner, as if she hadn’t even noticed Ken’s breakdown just a moment before.

A singular eyebrow rose in question, Yamato’s  silence unnerving Ken further. Wormmon looked up from his perch in Ken’s hold, a small smile of reassurance urging him to continue. Ken hugged him tighter, doing his best to gather his courage. 

“It’s your eyes, really. While you both share blue eyes, Takeru’s hold a lot of resentment . Even if he's smiling or laughing, his eyes always have an edge .”

The ground shook, interrupting his train of thought. Deep within the maze of the Temple, a low grumble reverberating through the floor. 

Wormmon squirmed, slipping onto the floor. “Ken-chan, I’ll go with Rosa and see what that noise was. Stay here and finish your talk.” His tone was unusually serious, but before Ken could object, his partner was gone, running through the hallways with Rosa and her partner. 

Yamato must have read the fear on his face, his fist lightly bumping with Ken’s shoulder.

“They’ll be fine for a moment. Not to pressure you, but the sooner you finish your thoughts, the sooner we can help them.” Yamato was steadfast in his confidence, Gabumon at ease beside him. Casually leaning against the crumbling Temple walls, the rockstar looked almost at ease amidst the chaos. 

Strands of dark hair obscured Ken’s eyes, his bottom lips caught between his teeth. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the younger boy felt the words slipping from his lips, falling clumsily into the tense silence. 

“When Takeru punched me, I deserved it.” Ken anxiously glanced at the older boy, preparing to be punched in the gut. If Yamato was anything like Taichi, then disrespecting his younger sibling would be motive for war. When it became apparent that Yamato wasn’t going to attack him, Ken continued.

 “I deserved worse . As the Kaiser,” his voice broke, “I hurt him, Yamato. At the height of our battle, I knew that the others would be too strong, I knew that I would need a defensive trump card. So, I created Kimeramon .”

It was difficult to ignore the way Yamato twitched, or the tension that clenched his jaw together. 

Ken persisted, the sounds of a miniscule battle urging him to force the words from his throat. “It was awful, Yamato. Takeru was so, so mad, taunting me and mocking me. I hit him. I hit him with my riding crop, straight across the face. His cheek bled . Blood trickled down his cheek; when he punched me, his blood splattered on my hands.” 

Stingmon’s attack rumbled against the walls. They didn’t have much time left. 

Tears continued to trickle down his cheeks, the salt water stinging his chapped lips. “Yamato, his blood is on my hands . His eyes will never stop being angry.” 

Ken’s words muddied the air between them. Without Wormmon, his arms wrapped around himself, sobs wracking his frail frame. Shame burned at the edge of his stomach.

Yamato’s stony expression gazed at him through his tears.

Above the noise of the growing battle, approaching footsteps spurred the boys into action. Without a word, Yamato and Ken ran, Gabumon leading them towards the others.

Together, they flew through the corridors, following the sound of Stingmon’s voice. Even as the guards closed in, Yamato was fearless. 

“¡Detente ahí!” one of the men yelled. Though he could hear his heart pounding in his ears, Ken was sure that it had stopped beating. With a tug, Yamato pulled him into a small alcove, their forms pressed too close for comfort. Gabumon stood in front of them, fur standing on edge. 

“Ken,” Yamato managed, the sounds of the guards growing closer, “Whatever happened between you and Takeru is in the past.” It was too dark for Ken to discern the look on Yamato’s face. He opened his mouth to apologize, but a hand squeezed his wrist, cutting him off. 

“If it helps, there are bigger things to focus on. Let’s figure out a way out of this Temple first, then I’ll help you sort through the bigger stuff. “

Once the coast was clear, he flashed Ken a quick smile, radiant despite the circumstances.  The anxiety that had knotted itself in the pit of Ken’s stomach began to unravel. Before he could thank Yamato, the ground rumbled once more. From somewhere deep within the Temple, Rosa screamed. 

Digivice in hand, the pair took off, footsteps echoing down the hall.

Sad old men.