My Girlfriend Isn’t Into Overwatch, Which Is Fine, It’s Just A Bummer That I Can’t Really Talk

Overwatch goes roller skating and Lúcio falls on his ass- a ficlet

(Overwatch as in everyone who is in Overwatch after the Rio mission in Overwatch 2, so Lúcio is actually included.) 

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Lúcio hummed the notes to a song that’s been  stuck in his head while he tied the laces to his roller blades. The general morale of the team had been pretty low as of late; and Mei had been the one to suggest them all going out and doing something to take their minds off of the constant stress they all felt. Everyone had agreed to it wholeheartedly (except Genji, who was indifferent. But he was always indifferent except for when he talks with Angela), eyebrows perking up at the suggestion. But when everyone had realized that they hadn’t actually thought about what to do, that’s when Lúcio came in.

“Roller skating..?” Angela said cautiously. Lúcio could tell her mind had instantly begun to think out any possible scenario that resulted in injury. Lena, Mei, and Brigitte, on the other hand, were all for it. 

“Oh, I haven’t been roller skating in ages,” said Lena, already getting excited at the thought, “not since I went with Emily on her birthday a few years ago!” 

At the sight of the younger members getting pumped up, Reinhardt sighed and gave Winston the “I suppose we don’t have a choice” look. Reinhardt had never been roller skating.

So here they all were now, tying up their skates (or blades, in Lúcio’s case) in a little skating rink that they had rented out for the evening, and chattering amongst themselves. Personally, Lúcio was pumped. He hadn’t skated on anything other than his wall-riders in so long, and he had decided not to wear those because he didn’t want them to tear up the floor of the rink. He just needed to remind himself that he can’t wallride in standard roller blades. That would be embarrassing. 

Finished with his laces, Lúcio stood and stretched.

“Yo, everyone ready?!” He called to the team. It was strange to see everyone wearing casual clothing, most of them wearing jeans or leggings with a t-shirt, though Genji still wore his hoodie and sweatpants. At least he was actually wearing clothing. Lena pumped her fist in the air and cheered, while he got confirmation from the rest of them that they all were, in fact, ready. It was time to go into the rink. 

Lena was a natural, whooping and laughing as she blinked past everyone on the rink. Angela had advised against Lena blinking while in skates, but she did it anyways. Angela was calmly skating close to the wall, in a deep conversation with Genji. Genji hadn’t been roller skating since before his... misfortune with his brother, so every once in a while he would slip and Angela would laugh as Genji tried to recover his balance. Brigitte had her hair in a messy bun and was skating with Reinhardt, attempting to keep him steady as he wobbled around on his skates and grasped at the walls. Lúcio was still astonished that the rink even had skates in Reinhardt’s size. Winston and Echo had decided not to join, seeing as neither of them had human feet. But they watched and laughed, enjoying the sight of their teammates and friends finally having fun for a change. Lúcio grinned to himself. It was a hit! 

Lúcio glided across the rink with ease, his loose dreads flowing behind him. This was the best he’s felt in a while, and  look, everyone else was happy too! Because of him! Lúcio sped up and took a sharp turn around the rink, receiving a playful cheer from Mei. He zipped past Reinhardt, who then muttered something in German about children these days. Lúcio began to skate even faster still, letting years and years of practice, and his good mood, take over. He raced Lena, he high-five’d Genji as he blew by,  and he turned the music in his wireless headphones up. He’d forgotten how much fun skating really was when he wasn’t doing it out of necessity. He jumped, he spun, he skated on one foot, everything done without a second thought. Winston and Echo cheered him on, shouting every time he pulled a trick. This was so much fun. Lúcio began to remember a cool trick he’d done the other day out on the field, and set his eyes on one of the rink’s walls. Just a simple bounce off and a flip, he thought to himself, this’ll look SO dope. He let his hand rest lightly on the wall as he skated at a dangerously high speed, and jumped, letting his blades connect to the wall and-

Oh shit. 

Oh shit.

“OH SHIT-”

Lúcio was not wearing wallriders. 

Lúcio shouted as he felt his tailbone explode into a world of pain, and he did a full backwards somersault before coming to a stop on his back. He groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing his head and watching as the team skated up to him. Well, most of the team. Reinhardt bad been left on the other side of the rink, on his knees and laughing so hard tears had formed in his eyes. 

Angela knelt by his side and helped Lúcio stand back up, and he barely suppressed a yelp as he felt another spike of pain up his tailbone. Angela looked Lúcio dead in the eyes.

“Of all the people I thought would be injured tonight,” she said slowly, trying her best to suppress laughter for Lúcio’s sake, “I absolutely did not think it was going to be you.” 

“THE SKATER FELL!” Reinhardt howled from across the room. “HE SKATES EVERY DAY! AND HE FELL! RIGHT ON HIS ASS!”

Lúcio’s face flushed, making the small freckles on his cheeks appear more pronounced as he let out a breathy, embarrassed laugh. 

“I- I thought I had my wallriders! I thought I could just hop up on the wall!” He tried to say as more and more members of the team began to succumb to their laughter. 

“A-are you-” Mei paused to let out a giggle, “Are you all right?” 

“RIGHT ON HIS ASS!” Reinhardt yelled on the other side of the rink. His face was completely red now, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. 

“I’m fine,” Lúcio said. He was totally not fine. This was the most humiliating moment of his life. “Definitely fine.” 

Angela seemed to notice his distress and chuckled, putting her recently chopped hair behind her ear.

“It’s all right Lúcio,” she said. “It happens to all of us.” 

Lúcio cocks his head in confusion.

“What, you all just randomly fall on your asses?” This receives another uproar of laughter. 

Lena shakes her head, giggling, and pipes up.

“No, mate! She means we all slip up sometimes when our brains are on autopilot.” Everyone nods. “One time I was jus’ walking to the kitchen and I thought I saw a figure behind me! Without even thinking, I whipped out my pistols. Turns out I’d left bullet holes in Emily’s chair.” 

“Yeah!” Brigitte said, “I was playing catch with Genji this one time, and his mind totally blanked out, and instead of catching the ball, he sliced it in half!” 

Lúcio laughed in surprise. He looked to Genji, who nodded in confirmation, the only evidence of him actually laughing was his shoulders shaking a little. Mei placed her hands on Lúcio’s shoulder. 

“See, you don’t need to be embarrassed! We’re not going to view you any differently.” She said, smiling sweetly as she pushed her glasses up her nose. 

“Yeah, mate!” Said Lena. She leaned in to whisper in Lúcio’s ear.  “Although, Rein might make fun of you for the rest of your life.”

“Great, I can’t wait for that.” Said Lúcio sarcastically. He was feeling a lot better. It was nice to know that he hadn’t just completely ruined his chance of being viewed as a respectable member of Overwatch, and he was glad to know that even the most graceful of teammates slip up. 

Overwatch changed out of their skates and went back home, everyone in good spirits. Lúcio’s ass hurt for a solid week. 

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Hello, and thank you to anyone who decided to read! I’m relatively new to writing, so if you notice anything that I should change, feel free to comment! Thanks again for reading!!! 

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Don’t Worry- an Onward minific

It’s been about a year since the events of the movie, and today would have been Wilden Lightfoot’s birthday. Barley, Ian, and their mother, Laurel, are about to celebrate; but Barley still has a nag in his gut about the events of that fateful day. Guilt that Ian never really got to see their father. Ian sorts things out, and the brothers have a heart to heart. ----

The sun was setting over the peaks of the distant mountains, and Barley Lightfoot let out a sigh as he watched through the window of his messy bedroom. Today would have been Wilden Lightfoot’s birthday. Today was his father’s birthday. It had been almost a year since Barley and his brother, Ian, had set out on their totally awesome quest to bring back the other half of their dad; and his little brother had already turned seventeen years old. The kid was almost as tall as Barley himself, but had still managed to maintain his small frame and bony elbows. Barley smiled to himself at just how much Ian had grown. “He owes an awful lot of that to you, you know,” the voice of his father still rang in his long ears as if they had just been said. Barley smiled wider. Suddenly, a knock at his door made him lazily turn his head.

“Hey, Barley?” The familiar squeak of Ian’s voice came through the door.

Barley’s smile began to fade. Ian. Ian never had the opportunity to speak to their father that day... it had been the kid’s dream to meet him. An involuntary rush of guilt ran through Barley’s gut. 

“Uh.... Barley?” Oh. Right. Ian. Ian was at his door. Barley shook his head and puffed out his chest. “Come in, dear brother! What is it you seek?”

A chuckle could be heard from the other side of the wall, and the door clicked open to Ian, a goofy smile on his face. He was wearing their Dad’s sweatshirt. 

“We’re about to celebrate Dad’s birthday, so uh, come out of your Knight’s Quarters and let’s have some cake.”

Barley laughed.

“All right, be right there,” He said, turning away from his brother. 

There was a pause. Ian hadn’t left yet. Had he... said something wrong? He soon heard his little brother pipe up from his place in the doorway. 

“Um... Is everything okay? With you? You seem kinda... Out of it?” 

Barley fought the smile rising to his lips at how awkward the boy sounded, and sighed instead. Here we go. 

“I, uh.... dunno if you’d wanna talk about it.”

At that, Ian cocked his head as his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He began to walk deeper into the room, careful to avoid the Quests of Yore action figures and miscellaneous articles of clothing on the floor. 

“What... do you mean?” He asked softly, stopping at the foot of Barley’s bed. Barley cleared his throat.

“It’s about... that day, y’know, when all that happened, with dad.”

Ian’s face fell as he suddenly found that the floor looked very interesting. A soft  “Oh,” escaped his lips, and he tentatively sat down on the bed next to Barley. Ian began to tug at his sleeve, a thing that he always did when he was nervous. The movement did not escape Barley. 

“What about it? I mean, I know I made a lot of... big mistakes when all that happe-”

“No no no no! That’s not what I meant,” Barley waved his hands in front of him and shook his head, quick to cut his brother off from whatever train of thought he had starting. 

“What I um, what I mean is, well..., “ Barley slowly removed his hat. How was he going to say this?

“Sometimes I just... feel bad.. Th-that I was the one to... see him. I mean, yeah, I only had a few memories of him, but at least I knew him. You were the one who wanted to see him. More than anything. But....” 

Barley’s words trailed off when he felt a small weight on his left foot. Looking down, he realized Ian had placed his own foot there. Barley let his eyes rise to meet his brother’s. Ian’s eyes shone in the evening light. They were brown, but they almost looked gold. Barley continued on, more uncertain. 

“But... I mean... You never got to.. and-”

“Barley.”

Ian’s voice was quiet, but confident. 

“Do you remember what I told you that day? After everything was over?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Barley. I told you that, yeah, I never really had a dad, but I always had you,  And.. I’m happy it’s that way. I did see him, too. I heard him laugh....” Ian looked for a moment, smiling wistfully at the memory before looking back up. “And sure I didn’t actually talk to him, but you shouldn’t blame yourself for that.” 

Ian’s slim hand softly gripped Barley’s thick shoulder. 

“You... deserved to see him again, and.. I’m just glad I have you. Don’t beat yourself up for something that isn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for anything that happened, okay?”

Barley felt tears rush to his eyes as he smiled.

“...... Okay.”

There was a moment of silence with only a sniffle or two from Barley before Ian opened his arms for a hug. 

“Just c’mere already, you oaf.”

Barley didn’t have to be told twice. He laughed as he scooped his brother into his arms, squeezing Ian into a bear hug. Ian buried his face in Barley’s shoulder, his curls tickling Barley’s neck and ear as Barley held tight onto his brother’s small frame.

 They sat like that for a moment, the last rays of daylight streaking into the bedroom before Ian’s muffled voice rose from the depths of Barley’s shirt. 

“Plus there was a huge fire-breathing stone dragon that you probably couldn’t have done much about if I were the one to stay-”

“Okay I get it,” Barley said with a grin, squeezing Ian tighter and hearing a small cough and a giggle escape the younger boy’s lips. He pulled away and let Ian catch his breath.

“Hey,” Said Barley, quietly. Ian lifted his eyes as Barley placed his foot over his brother’s. 

“Thanks.”

Ian grinned.

“Any time, Barley.”

Suddenly, a voice rose from down the hall.

“Are you two coming or am I going to have to eat this whole thing by myself?”

Laurel Lightfoot, their mother, called to them from the dining room. 

Ian turned back to Barley.

“You, uh, ready to come back ou-”

Barley had suddenly scooped up his little brother into his arms and off his feet. 

“Barley! What’re you-”

Barley stood as Ian tried to wriggle out of his tight grip. 

“Well, sir Lightfoot, it seems as though our mother awaits our council!” Barley boomed in his dramatic Quests of Yore voice.

“Barley!” Ian exclaimed through a fit of giggles.

“Aaaaand, off we go!”

Barley hauled Ian all the way to the dining room despite the boy’s halfhearted protests,  where the cake and their mother were waiting, and the three of them celebrated Wilden Lightfoot’s birthday as a family as the first stars began to twinkle. 

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Hello and thank you to anyone who decided to read this!! I plan on making at least one art piece for this fic, as I’m more of an artist than a writer, and then later moving everything to AO3 so stay tuned if you’re interested! I’d love to hear any feedback anyone has to give me, I’d love to hear tips or advice on how to improve my writing abilities! 

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