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Old 07-08-2016, 10:44 PM

To begin: All of these works are unfinished. They are all also incredibly au. Each will begin with an explanation of their Universe Setting, which will be revised and added too should any questions arise. Some are set within the same universe, but using different characters. They shall still have the explanation at the very beginning. I will not be explaining who the characters are, as you should know the source material if you are reading their story.

Now, let us begin.

This AU is based on the anime Ergo Proxy. Humanity is at the brink of extinction, and resides in huge domed cities. Leaving these cities results in radiation damage and potential death, as well as, usually, exile from the city without proper gear and permissions. In this world, humans are served by incredibly advanced machines called autoreivs. These autoreivs are being infected with a virus called the cogito virus, which gives them sentience. In this AU, Mei is a researcher that found Junkrat, an autoreiv, outside of the city on a routine excursion and smuggled him in, both to study the effectives of cogito on an outside autoreiv and to study his memories and abilities.

Overwatch: Mei/Junkrat Ergo Proxy AUX

Mei groaned and pushed open the door to her small apartment, letting her bag hit the ground with a muffled thump and kicking the door closed behind her. She’d left the blinds closed when she left, as she always did, and she didn’t notice the dark shape looming in the shadows. It followed her through the short hallway and into the kitchen, the two burning spots of orange the only sign of it’s presence until she stepped fully into the room and flipped the light on.

Half of the kitchen counter was an absolute disaster, with pots, pans, and plates scattered everywhere with no regard to their place, size, or cleanliness. The other half of the counter was almost empty, with a single bowl and glass resting in the center. The glass was filled with one of her favorite wines, something that she knew her ‘roommate’ had seen her drink every night this week (hey, her job was stressful!), and inside the bowl was his attempt at making up for the stress of her day to day life.

It was…a noble attempt, but he’d managed to create the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen. See, usually when she got home she made herself something to eat and then relaxed with ice cream. Lately she’d been just making spaghetti, a simple dish that took twenty minutes at the most and almost no effort on her part. Well, the autoreiv had apparently been watching her and had decided to…help.

What was left in the bowl after everything he’d done looked more like an incredibly questionable soup. Sometimes Mei forgot that he was an autoreiv from outside the dome, but moments like this reminded her. He had thrown everything into the same bowl and had forgotten to drain the water from the noodles; instead, he’d apparently scooped them into the bowl with a large knife, which she could see resting against the side of the sink. On top of it all, he’d poured the last of her chocolate ice cream, and she had to resist the urge to groan out loud.

He was staring expectantly at her from the entrance to the kitchen, his head cocked to the side. He was remarkably expressive for an autoreiv; when Mei had first ‘acquired’ him, she had expected to find herself blindsided by his cogito-given emotions. But instead… instead she felt like the robot. He made a soft whirr and she snapped out of her thoughts, giving him a small smile. “Thank you Lăoshŭ,” she started, trying to come up with a lie fast enough, “But I am not very hungry right now. I do appreciate what you have done here."

Despite her attempts at sparing his feelings, she still saw his posture drop, his torso hanging a few inches lower and his head tilted back to keep eye contact with her. “Ya aaaalwahs’eat when ya ge’ back,” he responded, his strange rhythmic lilt dropping syllables and extending others, and Mei sighed.

“I know,” she responded with a frown, rubbing at her shoulder, “I am just.” She sighed again and leaned over, placing her elbows on the counter and rubbing at her temples, “I am just tired and want to go to sleep tonight. Things at the lab are not going as planned.”

He was by her side in a flash, his large armored hands resting against her shoulders. There was the shift and whirr of machinery, and the armor around his fingers and palms pulled back to let the softer almost-fabric of his skin touch hers. With his long fingers spread just slightly, his hands spanned the length of her shoulders, and the heat they gave off felt almost heavenly against her sore muscles. She leaned back slightly, pushing against him to encourage him to add more pressure.

His hands trailed up her shoulders to rest his thumbs against the top of the neck, right where spine met skull. As he gently pushed his thumbs against the muscles there she felt his hands heat up even further, and she bit her lip to keep herself from making any noise. His thumbs slowly rotated, rubbing circles into her skin and sliding further down her neck with every full rotation, and she found herself leaning more and more of her weight against the counter in front of her to keep from falling over.

The autoreiv made a displeased noise as she moved away, and he stepped forward, almost pinning her against the counter with his torso. He wrapped his left arm around her torso to pull her back against his while his right hand continued to rub circles into the muscles of her shoulders, feeling for the massive knots built up through weeks of working herself to exhaustion.

For a moment she tensed, feeling caged in by a dangerous machine that she still didn’t fully understand, but when he pushed his thumb directly against her muscles she couldn’t help but shudder and lean back into his touch. After all, he hadn’t hurt her yet and they’d been living together for months at this point. With every press of his fingers against her skin she could feel the tension of the past weeks draining out of her. Maybe his culinary failure wasn’t that bad, if it led to this glorious massage.


These AUs are set in the same general universe. There are five 'races'. The main three of which are Angels, Demons, and Humans. The sub two are "Fallen" and "Risen", respectively Angels which have turned vengeful and Demons who have turned remorseful. Angels and Demons both get stronger, faster, and bigger as they kill their counterparts.

Overwatch: Mei/Junkrat Angel/Demon AUX


[Mei and Junkrat live together For Reasons because I am a lazy author that hates backstory]

Mei frowned down at the results, her most recent tests pulling back consistently inconsistent data, and she pushed her chair over towards her laptop so she could enter the most recent results. Something was interfering with her artificial weather generator, and no matter what she did to fix it, the results only came back broken in a different way. Perhaps she wasn’t accounting for the interference from celestial or demonic energies?

As if in answer to her thoughts, she heard the familiar clunk-thud of Junkrat’s gait, each heavy thud punctuated by a faint brush of wind as he did his best to muffle the impact. He’d been living with her for long enough at this point that she knew that he wouldn’t even make it three steps before he jumped off the edge and floated the rest of the way down. She doubled checked that the explosives were locked, and placed her thermos over her files, spinning to look up at him as he landed.

“You’ve been down here for five hours now bomb thrower,” his wings flared as he spoke and leaned forward. He slung his flesh and blood arm across her shoulders and rested his weight on her, grinning as he tilted his head forward so he was looking up into her face. “You gotten stuck working on your fancy machines?” The soft golden flames on his wings were sending flickering shadows scattering through her lab, and she let herself relax into the touch.

“Maybe. Not getting the results that I am used to, even though the process is the same as I have always done it,” she sighed, and frowned back over at her data sheets, “I might be missing something, but I am not sure I know how to account for the micro-particle disruptions caused by residual or direct corrupted energies.” She could tell that he didn’t really understand what she was talking, and she slipped her glasses off to rub at the bridge of her nose.

“Well…” he started with a sly grin, the near-manic expression one that she was growing used to, “I’m startin to think it’s the scientist that needs relaxing, not the machines that need tuning.” His arm started tracing patterns across the back of her hand and wrist, and he moved to nuzzle his face against her neck, “And I think I know the best way ta’ relax a lovely sheila like yourself.”

His wings swept out behind him before curving inward and for a moment the heat coming off of them is blazing, like shoving your hand into a raging fire, or walking through the desert during the hottest part of the day with no relief. It’s only for a moment though, as he remembers who she is and the heat dies down even as the light coming off of them in fluttering waves begins to flare brighter.

Even after taming the flames from his wings, everywhere his skin touches burns within and without, the heat sinking into her muscles and relaxing her. But the puzzles her machine presents are enticing, and she tries to reach for the readouts resting on her table. Junkrat’s there first, his robotic arm twitching the papers away and knocking them onto the ground.



Red vs Blue: Locus/Kimball Angel/Demon AUX

They say, or rather, would say if they were brave enough, that she keeps him on a short leash. The Goddess of Chorus, the one celestial to survive the great civil war decades ago, rules with the Demon of Charon by her side, always near her, his wing span blocking the sun when he chooses to (when she lets him) spread his wings across the hall.

He's a huge creature, easily four times the size of the average human, proof of a life spent hunting and killing Celestials. The more crass among the citizens of Chorus wonder how, exactly, the Goddess managed to bring him to heel. Of course, nothing they could have guessed would have compared to the real thing. Not even they could understand a genuine love between the two, and it is perhaps easier to think of it as her selling herself to the Demon for power.

None of them would have guessed that between the two, she takes the more active role. After all, she’s a creature of light, of divinity, so she must be regal and graceful. And yet…after all these years, she has not forgotten her beginnings.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Locus darted through the halls, his movements surprisingly silent for a man of his size. His path was well practiced, and he had the routine down to the second at this point, dodging into unused corridors and behind partially opened doors when the routine patrols would stomp through the halls. Honestly, they should be ashamed, he thought to himself as he hid inside an empty room, being that predictable was an easy way to get killed. The irony of that didn’t escape him, and he sighed softly as he finally made it to Kimball’s office. Maybe he should leave a note telling her to update the security in this place, it was really getting too easy to break in.

He pulled the flash drive from the interior section of his armor that he kept it in and slowly opened the door, slipping through right before it hit the section where it began to creak. He let go and let it gently shut behind him before moving forward, practically gliding over the floor to Kimball’s desk. Before he even crossed the room halfway, he stopped, the flickering light at the desk revealing a strange shape slumped over it. Locus sighed as he stepped closer, recognizing the angelic being there.

Kimball had fallen asleep at work again, and he had to resist the urge to let his fingers trail over the large bags gathering under her eyes, testimony to more sleepless nights than he could count. He felt something almost…tender, stirring in his heart then, and he quickly scanned the office for something to cover her with. He let out a muffled snort when he spotted the small cot in the corner. Typical Kimball. A bed five feet away and she can’t drag herself away from work long enough to use it.

He stepped closer, and let one of his long thin claws brush against her face, pushing her hair back behind her feathered ears. She barely stirred at the sensation, letting out a soft exhale and shifting slightly, pressing her face against the cold steel of her desk. He thought about leaving her there, of putting the flash drive next to her and letting her spend the rest of the night cold and uncomfortable, but his eye kept wandering towards the cot, and just as he turned to leave he sighed and turned back towards her.

He pulled her chair back from the desk and gently lifted her up, keeping his gait smooth as he walked towards the cot and settled her into it, tucking her up against his chest as he pulled the blanket off. She stirred further then, and seemed on the verge of waking up, but he settled her onto the cot and tucked the blanket down around her quickly and she seemed to relax further into slumber. Locus stared at her, more relaxed than he’d ever seen her, and felt a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

He let his clawed hand trail through her short military haircut, the fuzz of her hair soft against his palm, and leaned over slightly. He hesitated just a moment before pressing a gentle, barely there kiss against her forehead and pulling back reluctantly. Come morning, he would deny this. The tenderness and caring. But the soft light of Chorus midnight, the silence filled with only the faint buzz of machinery, leant the scene an unreal edge to it, and Locus found himself wishing he could stay. That thought snapped him out of whatever strange trance he’d fallen under, and he walked away swiftly.

The flash drive was left on the desk, and tucked beneath it was a note written in his almost illegible scrawl. “Even the Great Liberator of Chorus needs rest."

- - - - - - - - - -

Locus grunted and stared down at the barkeeper, daring the human to say something about his obviously demonic features. The glowing green fires of his eyes scanned the near empty room, lingering on the only other demon there before he turned his attention back to the drink in front of him. His blood was boiling and he was itching for a fight, his most recent targets proving to be the easiest ones he’d ever taken down, and he almost missed the days of sparring with Felix.

Well, up until he remembered just how annoying the other man’s incessant chattering had been. The only thing that had shut him up had been serious threats of violence, and he fondly remembering pummeling him many times over the course of their years of partnership. Speaking of which…he turned slowly and caught the burning purple gaze of the other demon, having felt those eyes staring into his back.

First step. Battle of wills. See which one of them decided to break the stare first and give the other an edge in their later brawl. He could already tell he had years on the other demon, just given the size of their battle crests, and he wondered what made the other so cocky. Eh, it would be a good work-out regardless. From the corner of his eye he saw the barkeeper gathering glasses to stow away, sensing the inevitable fight, and he downed his while maintaining eye contact. He hefted the glass in one hand and let a slow grin spread his shark-like teeth, lazily tossing his glass into the air and catching it.

Boom. The other demons gaze flickered from his eyes to the glass and back, and in that split second Locus threw it through the air, shattering against the wall behind the other man and following the projectile with his body. As the younger demon turned to track the glass, Locus slammed his fist against his battle crest, attempting to crack the hard bone to get to the weak inner center.

The impact sent him staggering back against the wall but failed to damage his crest, instead just managing to infuriate him. Locus grinned and let the kid land a blow across his jaw, clenching it at the last second and barring his sharp teeth. What should have been a glancing punch instead filled his mouth with blood as Locus’ teeth shredded the skin of the demon’s fingers.

“You’ve been fightin’ the flesh bags too long,” Locus growled, the sound practically vibrating through the space as he ducked down and slammed his head into the man’s stomach, his battle crest scrapping against armor as he took him down. “You’ve forgotten what a real fight is like!"


As always, I hope you enjoy! Let me know if there's anything unclear or if you have more questions that aren't answered. Or! If you have an idea for a continuation or other story set in one of these AU's, I would love to hear it.

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