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Overwatch Handholding Headcanons Part 4

Part 4 of 4

Brigitte She loves to hold hands. She will always grab your hand first, her grip is firm and sometimes she will forget her own strength as she pulls you by the hand into a crushing hug as she laughs happily and holds you close. Her skin is rough, years of working with tools and swinging around heavy things no doubt.

D.va She takes your hand in both of hers. Grabbing your fingers as she grins at you, her hands feel soft but her grip is firm as she pulls you along, excited to show you something before she lets you take her hand more naturally. Fingers intertwined comfortably as you are dragged. Think of the meme that’s someone pulling you along and looking over their shoulder at you. That’s her.

Lucio He’s a good boy. The first few times he asks if he can hold your hand. He tentatively runs his fingertips down your arm, across your pulse point, feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat before he slides his palm against yours, holding your hand and smiling at you. It doesn’t take long before you realize how much he likes holding hands. Every photo of the pair of you together is him with a bright smile on his face and holding your hand in some way. He loves the connection and wants the world to know how happy you make him.

Reaper He was a different person when he last held anyone's hand. It feels like a lifetime ago now. When you go to take his hand, he jerks back, like your touch burns like fire. He sneers behind his mask, hidden eyes narrowing. He can’t understand why you would want to hold the hand of a monster. But you do, and he can’t. Not at first, not where others could see him, could see the weakness of such an act. But after a while, behind closed doors, the way he tentatively allows you to place your hand in his. Ice cold to the touch, you flinch, he tries to withdraw but you don’t let him. In time he yields, accepts, and longs for the last fleeting feelings of who he used to be.

Reinhardt His hand swallows up yours. He knows how much bigger than you he is, how much stronger too. So when he holds your hand, he laughs loud and boisterous but full of warmth as he watches your hand all but disappear when he closes his. The big grin on his face as he lets go, pushing your hands together to compare the sizes. He adores feeling big and strong, he loves to feel like he can protect you. His hands are rough, you like to trace the lines of the battle-worn skin with your fingers. He’s surprisingly ticklish.