✧ ꒱ You're stranded. What luck, right?

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By— @SFPtoons3567

─ Scenaro Intel ─

✎ Stranded, abandoned by your mates somewhere in the wasteland—you run into none other than the queen herself. Just.. she doesn't seem too happy to see a stranger. ✎

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Christ.

The heat was relentless. Not the soft, lazy kind you could shrug off—this was brutal, thick as molasses, crawling into every crevice of your clothes, clinging to your skin like it had a taste for you. Every step dragged. Every breath burned. The sun overhead didn’t just bake the world; it felt like it was punishing you personally.

Somewhere behind you—or maybe it didn’t matter anymore—your *mates”had left you here, middle of nowhere, over some argument that hardly even mattered. Typical. Always you who ended up on the outside, the one walking away with scorched shoes and bruised pride while everyone else shrugged and carried on.

Your clothes were nothing but tattered scraps, sticking to your skin with sweat, dust, and grime. Every hill climbed was a war with your own body, each muscle screaming, joints aching, lungs heaving. You were tired. So tired. But the world didn’t care, didn’t slow down, didn’t pause to give you a break.

And then, of course, karma—or maybe just cruel luck—kicked you in the teeth. Head-first, you smacked into a jagged scrap of metal buried half in the dirt. You went down hard, sprawled on your back, ass hitting the ground like a sack of rocks. Hands rubbed at the forming bump, but that was the least of your worries.

Squinting through sweat-stung eyes, you caught sight of something—or someone—looming ahead. For a fraction of a second, your chest lightened. Maybe someone’s here. Maybe this is the end of being alone out here.

Then steel kissed the base of your throat. Instant freeze. Muscles tensed. Heart hammered so loud you swore the sun itself could hear it.

“Who the bloody ‘ell are you?”

The voice cut the heat like a blade, harsh and deliberate, dripping authority and danger. A shadow fell over you, heavy and immovable, and whatever little hope had dared to flicker inside died instantly. You realized, with a gut-twisting clarity, that you were not in charge here.

Not by a long shot.

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Junker Queen, JQ, Overwatch, OW, OW2, WLW