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siodymph · 8 years ago

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BoomBox Week: Day 3

Whoops, sorry this is one day late! But here's my take on how these two would try to spend their first Valentine's day, specifically Junkrat trying to figure out what the hell this whole V-day business is supposed to be about.

You can read this under the cut or over on my AO3! Hope you enjoy!

Junkrat was a wreck, more so than usual. He’d tried looking stuff up online to try and understand but now he was even more confused than ever before. All because of stupid Valentine’s Day.

He’d tried doing a bit of research but everything he found seemed to contradict with itself. The holiday had been created for some Catholic Saint who married romans in secrete but compared to everything else he read this had shit to do with the modern traditions and had nothing to do with religion. It was a holiday to celebrate one’s relationship yet other articles were saying not to throw all your passion and romance into one day of the year. It was supposed to be all about romance and sex yet there were articles also saying not to forget to spend time with your family and friends too! And he kept seeing a lot of chocolate, roses and hearts, everything was red and pink, yet when he read some interior design article they warned against being mundane and stereotypical and to actually avoid using any sort of pinks or especially red. What sorta backwards hell of a holiday was this supposed to even be!

It all started when he heard from Lena that Valentine’s Day was fast approaching and she was arranging plans for her and her Emily. He’d never heard of this before, sure he and Hog had seen a bunch of hearts and cheap candy floating around during February of their master heist, but he hadn’t thought much of it besides just another dumb city holiday. Now though, he had really wanted to do something nice for his Lucio. But he couldn’t do anything nice if he didn’t know shit about this stupid holiday!

Finally fed up with all the stupid articles he tossed aside his tablet and decided to get info on this Valentine’s business straight from the city-slicker’s mouth. Though if they all started contradicting each other too Junkrat was certain he was gonna scream his throat raw, rip what was left of his hair straight off the scalp, and forget this whole thing entirely.

He went to find Tracer first. She’s the one who started this problem, she ought to help him solve it.

“What to do for Valentine’s Day?” She asked.

“Yeah, what do you and Emily do?” Junkrat said, clicking his pen impatiently. He brought a note book with him to write down anything important Tracer said just in case he forgot.

“Uhhh well,” She began, walking around double checking the engines on her jet, Junkrat followed right at her heels. “Usually we’re both busy and just skip over it and focus more on bigger holidays when we get time off really. But this year I really want to surprise her. So I’m planning on stopping by her work and leaving a huge bouquet in her office. I got the whole thing ordered already with all her favorite flowers! Roses, lilies, the whole sha-bang!”

Lucio didn’t have a day job so Junkrat couldn’t leave a bunch of flowers in his office. Maybe he could sneak into his room and hide a bouquet in there. He’d have to strike a deal with Athena first though, that bot refused to let anyone enter anyone else’s room without permission, even if the people in question were dating.

“Flowers?”

“Yeah! Flowers!”

“But why?” Why did city-wankers go through all this trouble to give people plants of all thing for a dumb holiday about love?

“Uh well, umm,” She seemed like she wanted to say something but quickly brushed it to the side. “It’s a way to show you care. They’re pretty! Some folks believe they all have secret message too!”

“Why don’t people give live flowers then? If you ask me, I’d much rather get something like that. They’d last a whole lot longer right?”

Tracer paused, thinking it over. “Yeah, I guess so. To each their own really! Nothing’s set in stone for ow you should celebrate!”

At least if there weren’t any precise rules, then there was less chance of him blowing this, Junkrat reasoned with himself feeling a bit relieved. Tracer continued with her plans.

“Then when she gets home, I’m going to treat her to a home-cooked meal. I’ve never been that good but I’ve been practicing. And I think she’ll really like it since we just eat take-out all the time.”

Cooking was a big old no for Junkrat. He could survive fine enough on his own but he really, really doubted that Lucio would ever be impressed by roasted scorpions and lizards. He’d tried cooking a few times on and off here at the base but nothing ever came out right, either it was burnt or raw or way too bland. No way in hell was he gonna put Lucio through that kind of humiliation so cooking was off his list for sure.

“Roight. Then what? Anything else?”

“I don’t know after that I think we’ll just take some down-time, relax? We don’t get much time like this so I plan on just appreciating it I guess.”

So flowers, cook and relax? That sounded simple, especially since he was planning on skipping that cooking business. For once he felt like this might actually work out alright…

“Why do you need to know this anyway?” Suddenly Tracer turned from her precious plane and smirked at Junkrat. “You trying to do something with Lucio?”

Junkrat shrugged in defeat, Lena already knew about the two of them so it wouldn’t really hurt to tell her. “You could say that, I tried looking for ideas online but that was a bust.

Tracer beamed and clapped her hands. “Oh that is just the sweetest!”

“You go and tell anyone, especially Lucio, you’re a dead woman Lena.” Junkrat warned her, he could already see that mischievous look on her face.

“No no! I won’t tell a soul!” Tracer said crossing over her chronal accelerator. She looked like she was hiding something but Junkrat didn’t feel like giving her a full interrogation just as long as she kept her promise. “And from what I can tell I’m sure everything will turn out fine for you two!”

“I sure hope so… You got any ideas on what flowers Lucio likes?”

~~~

The next and last person he went to was Torbjörn, the man was married with kids so obviously he’d know what he was talking about. That and it seemed like no one else knew a lick about relationships or was willing to share with him. He looked first in his forge where he was constantly at work making upgrades but for once he wasn’t in there. Instead he was in the commons reading some book that was in Swedish so it just looked like gibberish and squiggles to him. When Junkrat asked him about his plans he looked up from his boo quirking an eyebrow at the Junkrer.

“Just a quiet evening with the missus.” He answered, growling “What’s it to you?”

“Hey, Hey I’m not trying to start anything!” Junkrat sighed, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Just trying to get some ideas is all. What the hell do you do? You’re the only on I know of whose married in this whole joint. I mean, I already got a few but I dunno, I want to make this… special.”

Torbjörn’s colder act suddenly melted as he chucked lightly, and flipped a page of his book. “Ah, I see. Well, whatever you decided to do for this… significant other, first figure think of what they would enjoy the most. And if you don’t know whomever you’re doing this for already, learn. And fast.”

“Roight. Thanks, mate” Junkrat could do that. Lucio loved music so that was an easy start right away. But just before he left, Torbjörn stopped him.

“Also, despite how different you and I are in our choice of careers, we are both creators. Our lives are in our craft. And it is through our craft alone that we express ourselves the best. So if you want this person to know how much they mean to you. Do it through your craft.”

Walking out of the commons, Junkrat’s mind was filled with neon, lasers and pulsing music that made the ground tremble and bones repair themselves. His plan wasn’t quite as simple as before but he was sure that it would be all the more better and mean more to Lucio.

He hoped so at least…

~~~

Much sooner than Junkrat would have hoped, the wretched day finally came. He knew he had to get up now if he wanted to sneak Lucio’s flowers into his room, but his bed was so soft and comfy it felt like torture trying to pry his way out of the warm sheets into the freezing base. His time here had certainly spoiled him. Not even a year ago he would have been up and running, never thinking twice about beds. Granted back then he’d never slept on a bed even close to the ones here. He groaned as he got up, goosebumps prickling his skin as he pulled on some pants, strapped on his arm and leg.

And he grabbed the overflowing vase of flowers he’d been hiding here in his room. He counted himself lucky that since it was always such a mess no one ever tried to sneak in here, not the faint of heart anyway. Originally he was just gonna get some plain red roses but when he saw that roses actually came in other colors too he decided to get a whole variety instead, Lucio always loved a whole lot of colors. Plus when all the different yellows, oranges, and pinks were arranged right they almost looked like a huge bouquet of fire. He was happy with that and was almost about to order them but then while looking over the long list of flowers another one caught his eye so now his bouquet of roses had these spikey flowers called Dormiderias that added even more bursts of color too. Now the thing really was an explosion of color he knew Lucio would like just as much as him.

Pacing though the quiet, empty halls of the Gibralter base. Junkrat couldn’t help but feel nervous. What if Lucio didn’t like these? Or what if he didn’t get the bouquet just right? The world seemed to have all these unspoken rules about manners and what you could and couldn’t do what if he didn’t do this right? What if he ended up ruining a holiday that didn’t even have set rules? How stupid would he be then? What if he was about to ruin his relationship with Lucio without even knowing it?

More thoughts wormed their way through his mind but he was already at Lucio’s room. He swallowed whatever was building up in his throat and whispered. “’Thena, the door? Promise to be on me best behavior.”

The door silently slid open and he patted the wall approvingly. Careful to step over scatter sheet music and wires Junkrat crept into the room. As usual there were a few laps in the color softly glowing all the colors on the rainbow. Lucio, thankfully was in his bed, but he was sleeping on top of his covers which was kind of strange. Maybe he’d just had a long night and got so tired he couldn’t bother tucking himself in? Junkrat had done that plenty of times. And he knew they both a had a bad habit of getting so focused on a project sometimes they’d end up work well into the night, forgetting the time before it was too late.

Gently so that the vase didn’t clink, he set the flowers down in Lucio’s desk. Right next to his mixing boards so it was certain to be the first thing he saw when he woke up.

Then just before leaving he couldn’t help but try and kiss his boyfriend. He looked sweet and peaceful sleeping like that it made something burst warmly in Junkrat’s chest seeing him like that. So he pecked him a few times on the face. On his forehead, on his cheek. He started to wake up a little, eyes opening just a slit. He was murmuring as Junkrat moved away.

“Junkrat? What are you doing here?” He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh not much. Just wanted to see ya.” Junkrat said nonchalantly while trying his best to block Lucio’s view of the flowers.

Lucio laughed a little and sat up. Junkrat saw him leaning in the two met for a gentle kiss. It was short but sweet and still left Junkrat grinning.

“Happy Valentine’s day, mate.” He said quietly while their faces were still enough together he could feel his breath tickle his skin.

And before Lucio could ask him what he meant, he hurried out of the room.

Though he did hear him exclaim at the flowers as the door slid shut behind him. Hopefully that was a shout like “Wow! Look at these amazing flowers!” and not “Dear god! Who put these filthy weeds in my room?”

Well, now he was wide awake with no hope of falling back asleep. But it was still rather early in the morning so he decided to head down to the workshop, maybe do some final test-runs and tweaks on Lucio’s present.

Only something seemed off, some items had been rearranged. Someone had been in here. He was on high alert as he stepped further into the workshop. No one touched his things. Nobody without a death wish at least. But when he got to his workbench he finally saw what had been altered. In one corner of the bench there were now several potted plants, some of which had a net tangled up beside it, a lamp keeping everything warm and even a tiny little watering can. And in front of the little garden was a note.

Junkrat picked up the paper and immediately recognized the handwriting. Lucio! That man had better count his blessing they were dating, Junkrat thought, otherwise he might have seen himself on the business end of his frag launcher for giving him such a heart attack. He finally felt himself relaxed though as he slowly read over the note.

Happy Valentine’s Day Jamie!

I know usually you get someone you like flowers, but knowing you I decided to shake things up a bit! So I got you some really low-maintenance plants plus one little guy I knew you’d love. Be sure to feed the Venus Fly Trap a few times a month at least! And the succulents should just need a little water every now and then!

I hope our loves grows and thrives like you little garden! I love you!

Yours,

Lucio~

Fly trap? What the hell sort of plant was that? Junkrat put the note down a really looked over his new plants. They all looked like little blobs of green, purples, and even a few pinks. Real cuties, but then there was this one strange spiny-looking guy near the end. It looked like a few green crescents were attached to the ends where flowers might be. The closer Junkrat looked, the more they almost resembled… bear traps? Was this it? Part of him hoped it was a literal name, that it was a plant that actually ate flies but part of him felt like it might just be a fake nickname, Winston said lots of common names just described how things looked so maybe it just looked like it could trap flies.

But no, he saw a small clear jar with a few flied in it. Could it really? Junkrat couldn’t stop himself. He hurried to set up the tiny pop-up net around the plant so the flies wouldn’t get all over the place and set the little bugs loose inside it. Junkrat was on the edge of his seat waiting to see what would happen. After they buzzed around a bit finally, finally one of them flew down onto the plant and sat right on the bear trap. Junkrat waited… Then SNAP! The Venus Fly Trap closed around the little fly. Junkrat couldn’t stop himself from crowing and cheering! Finally! A something from the city-slickers that literally did what it said! Along the edges of the thing, Junkrat beamed when he realized there were little spines that woves the thing shut. Just like little teeth on a tiny green Steel Trap!

No doubt about it, this little guy was absolutely brilliant! Junkrat couldn’t think of a better plant someone could get for-

All at once it dawned on him, the fact that Lucio was obviously out of bed. The way Lena had been hiding something when he’d asked her about flowers a while back.

“Dammit! She knew the whole time, didn’t she?” Junkrat shouted to himself, slamming his hand onto his work desk. Probably snuck right off to tell Lucio what type of flowers he liked! Sneaky little spy she turned out to be.

He couldn’t stay mad though. These were awfully nice plats to get for such a dumb holiday. As he pulled out Lucio’s gift he watched as a few of the flies still buzzed all about the net. For their first Valentine’s Day this was going really well. And hopefully it would keep running smoothly when it came time for him to give Lucio this lil’ beauty.

~~~

Junkrat felt like it was a good time near the evening, as the sun set over Gibraltar and the ocean under the base sparkles with orange from the sunset and purple from the oncoming night. They were both sitting outside on the roof. Lucio still had a rose and a dormideria behind his ear, they had sat there all day, ever since Junkrat saw him up and about the base.

They hadn’t gotten the day off completely and the Overwatch had a little bit of business to take care of but thankfully it had been an easy, quiet day with no surprise missions. So the two of them had been together most of the day. Giving each other little gifts, trying to catch the other off-guard with a surprise peck of the cheek. It was like they were in their first month of dating all over again. And as it turned out, Lucio had been the one to try and cook for them today. Though Junkrat had to admit that Lucio’s cooking ran circles around anything he could have come up with and left wonderful tastes on his tongue.

They had wrapped up dinner an hour ago but neither of them seemed willing to move from their spot out here. It was nice, Junkrat couldn’t think of a moment in his life he’d felt quite this happy, this at ease, and that included all his non-sober moments too. So the timing couldn’t have been better.

Unwinding his arm from around his boyfriend, he reached and grabbed the horribly wrapped gift he’d smuggled up here while Lucio had been focused on the food.

“Hey Lucio!” He asked, almost singing a little. “Got one more present for you!”

“Wait no! I thought we were done, I’m out of presents! You’re gonna make me feel bad!” Lucio complained though it did little to hinder Junkrat as he placed the gift in his unwilling hands.

“To bad!” Junkrat laughed as he coiled back around him. “Come on, open it! I wanna see your face when you do!”

Lucio finally surrendered and began picking at the paper sighing. “Fine. Really, I don’t have anything else today.”

“Fine by me.” Junkrat said. “Got everything I could ever want today.”

He watched as Lucio almost surgically ripped apart the wrapping. Each scrap and strip and was added to small pile at his side until finally the paper was loose enough to pull away everything from the gift all at once. And there in Lucio’s hands was a sonic amplifier made completely out of scrapped and recycled pieces of metal. On each side his and Junkrat’s symbols had been painted and along the top “Sonic Boom!” had been carved and painted into the gun. Lucio didn’t say anything at first. Junkrat was terrified he’d done something wrong and hurt his feelings somehow. But then Lucio turned around and wrapped Junkrat in a tight hug.

“Junkrat, you’re such a sap!”

“So... you like it?”

“Yes! I love it!” Lucio said laughing.

Then before Junkrat could think of something to say he was pulled down and kissing Lucio.

Looks like they’d done this Valentine’s Day perfectly, Junkrat thought to himself happily. And they stayed up their together even after the sun set completely and star shined out from the night sky. Ending an awesome Valentine’s Day.

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