#junkrat x lucio

[dethgasms]

OK

POSTS HERE RANDOMLY cuz insta did me WRONG LOL. and i have a feeling ppl here will appreciate this more💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[koolaidcultistt]

can't believe gay people are real

[engineer-jo]

hello boom box fans(has this been done yet)

[kaisfruit]

junkrat x lucio wholesome hcs PLEEAASEEE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

Boombox (Junkrat x Lucio) Wholesome HCs

A/N: IK THIS SAYS ANON BUT THIS IS MY BFF YALL THX U FOR REQUESTING POOKIE ILY <333 also this just kinda turned into boombox hcs in general im srry qwq warnings: junkrat is his own warning that's it

I'm just in love with them. I need to get over that first before I type ANYTHING

anyways-

Lucio staying up with Junkrat when Jamison is really into whatever he's working on at the moment

To be honest, seeing Lucio get tired makes him feel a bit bad and it ends with them both going to bed bc it's okay if Jamie is sleep deprived but it can't be his fault that Lucio is as well. That won't do at all!

And i see a lot of ppl being like "Lucio helps calm Jamie down <3"

BFFR

Lucio is an enabler.

Junkrat: BABE! WANNA SEE HOW MANY BOMBS IT TAKES FOR ME TO PASS OUT FROM SMOKE INHALATION? <3

Lucio: Hell yeah. Lemme get my phone

No one else is allowed to find the video funny tho

That's right. Lucio def notices how everyone in OW treats Jamie (idc im projecting here. WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HIM IDC IF HE'S A CRIMINAL HE'S FUNNY)

DVa can maybe find it a bit funny, but that's cuz she gets BFF privileges

Lucio constantly hitting Junkrat with the "hold on, this song reminds me of you-"

Eventually he just makes a whole playlist

Junkrat has it blasting constantly in his workshop

That or he has every song by Lucio on shuffle

Now, Jamison's,,,talent,,, is a bit harder to show affection with

It took Lucio a long time to really grasp Jamie's love language, but now he knows that 99% of the time that Junk's bombs towards him are romantic

The other 1% are accidents and Lucio is the only person Junkrat apologizes to

He doesn't even do that for Roadhog, so this is a very rare honor

Junkrat is so on board with Lucio being a freedom fighter

"HELL YEAH! fuck the government! down with the enforcer! BLOW THEM UP!"

The enthusiasm is much appreciated, but Lucio does have to explain in detail what he's really fighting for

Junkrat's chaotic nature is just on board with anything

And, despite being the resident yapper of overwatch, he really does like listening to lucio telling him abt things he wasn't aware of while being in Australia

Lucio's telling him so ofc it has GOT to be important, yk?

Sorry this is all just such word vomit. They're my two mains and I just....love them both sm i cant

They're just such a chaotic duo together

Like yeah, Lucio is a pretty chill guy but god does Jamison bring out the worst in him sometimes. They're perfect for eachother

On the rare occasion, Lucio can get Junkrat to settle down long enough for cuddles <3 ofc the lad is still a bit twitchy but it helps him realize that maybe this isn't so bad

Lucio shows Junkrat a kind of love Jamison has never seen before and Junkrat helps Lucio learn that it's okay to lose his cool sometimes

They just compliment each other so well

TL;DR Lucio and Junkrat are so good for each other I will throw hands over this

[mananak07]

boombox for @sockensuppee !

[ovwechoes]

hi, this might be a unique hc, but can you do transfem lúcio x transmasc junkrat headcanons? they have my heart right now <3

Rivalmance with Junkrat x Lucio Thank you for the ask! I've included in this the transfem and transmasc parts into the drabble (i didnt want to do headcanons sadly), and I hope you enjoy it c: Themes: rivals to lovers, t4t, established relationship, sfw, needles mentioned. Word count: 584

Imagine Jamison and Lucio helping each other with their shots, taking their precious time to make sure the other isn't subjected to too much pain, too quickly. At first, they'd never have trusted one another with this task - it's too important, too invasive. Lucio didn't want to risk Jamison's jittery hands slipping whilst the sharp, precise needle was deep into their skin. How would someone who couldn't sit still for more than a minute be able to handle being steady with something like this?

And yet when Jamison was entrusted for the first time with the job, they were shocked themselves. Lucio was frustrated with themselves, as they held the fat of their stomach out with the needle shaking slightly. It was an off day for them - simply put, nothing that day went right. So, of course this had to as well in Lucio's mind, and they couldn't handle it any longer. Jamison had walked in to see their partner overwhelmed, overstimulated, and cursing slightly under their breath as the needle was discarded to the side of them. It was only natural for Jamison to offer some help, and let Lucio know they weren't alone with this.

When the time finally came, Jamison's actions spoke volumes to their love and consideration for Lucio. Not once did the needle shake, with their focus precise and narrow on the task at hand. They showed Lucio a side of them that had never been seen before - one that could show concern with whinces, express support with every ‘are you sure you’re okay with this?' from their partner. It made Lucio's heart beat quickly, reminding them that Jamison was no longer their enemy nor someone they had to baby through everything. Jamison was capable of being there for them when needed, and it reminded Lucio that they don't have to do everything alone simply because their mind has leftover opinions on the usually jittery, nervous person.

Or, imagine Lucio and Jamison planning their outfits together for date night. But, Jamison's scars that adorn their chest are making them feel more insecure, causing them to completely refuse to leave their apartment that night. It broke Lucio's heart to see them this way, as though they couldn't see truly how beautiful Lucio thought they were in anything, and everything.

Simple troubleshooting couldn't solve the problem, because Jamison always had a different rebuttle to Lucio's advice. It drove them insane, bringing them back to that time that Lucio couldn't handle Jamison just for a split second. After that, they had to remind themselves that they know it's not this easy, that it's not as simple as just ‘put something else on’. It's much deeper, and all they can do right now is comfort the person sitting on the edge of their bed with their head in their hands. 

Soothing, gentle circles rubbed into their back whilst words of comfort flowed from their lips was sure to help Jamison. As Lucio reminded them that they're beautiful, their scars just show they've had a life journey that's brought them happiness, and that no matter what they're here for them (when they're ready). It definitely brings a redness to Lucio's cheeks, reminding them of how embarrassing it can be to use your words to uplift someone else. But they'd do it again over, and over, and over. If it meant that their partner could look proudly in the mirror and see how handsome they are, it's completely worth it to Lucio.

[j4c0b-j4c0bs]

i win

[colemorrison]

I love you and that's all I really know

They could be cheesy and sappy now. they were finally together. No more dancing around each other, they were foolish before and they still were, but now? They were foolish together.

"Jamie.."

"Uh oh, what have I done this time?"

"I love you."

The bomber paused, they had said it before obviously but always with a reason, like maybe a serious topic or something but now it was random.

"Ya do?"

Lùcio smiled, head tilting to the side.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well usually there's a reason you say it but we haven't spoken about anything serious."

The shorter laughed and tried again.

"I love you."

"I.. I love ya too Lúc.."

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I know I just did your req but I love you, have some boombox <3 @stupidflux

[fymo-blogs]

Junkrat and Lucio overwatch stimboard!! (Boombox ; their ship name)

Theme ; Music, green, frogs, explosions, orange, bombs

Aw they are so cute!

Warning for knives, grenades, and explosions below cut!

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Boombox stimboard

Requested by: @cyberpsychosis-system

Song:

[bashedberries]

(space prince lucio x space criminal junkrat) pt 2./? 5.6k words

Lucio could remember the day he had questioned his faith for the empire, when he was just a boy. When he was old enough to make his first appearance and announcement for his people. Well, when he did consider them his people, but now? He wonders if his family had relevancy at all. No older than nineteen, he saw the conditions of the people that were under the Emperor's power. It made him uneasy, seeing their almost lifeless gaze as he spoke- to this day Lucio wonders how he kept his composure with all of their silent pleas. He wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t oblivious to the mistreatment and cruelty that was brought upon them, he felt almost angry at himself for not doing something sooner. Yet here was, ten years later with just the same amount of knowledge as he did with a child. 

Lucio had a strange sense of guilt while waking up, his large bedroom tailored to his liking every time he felt the need to change the way it looked. He hasn’t done it since his 18th birthday, and he was content with that. Sitting up, he looked down at his lap staring at his hands as he tried forcing the grogginess out of his senses. The party from the night before ended, and so then he was told by Akadae that there was going to be someone else he would want to join their cause. He wasn’t told who or when, but he had to trust them. 

Kicking the sheets off of the bed, he hung over the side of the bed before stretching. On queue, a knock was heard on the door, causing him to groan in response. His voice hoarse from the night before, he got up and went over to his drawers and began fixing the outfit he’d wear for the day.

“Prince Lucio,” a muffled voice was heard from behind his door, which he didn’t bother to open as he continued to dress himself. “Breakfast is served. His Majesty wishes to speak to you as soon as possible.” This caught the prince’s attention, turning his head a bit as he gave a spectacle look. He had nothing against his father, in fact, he respected him immensely, what caught him off guard however was the fact he was here. His father was rarely in the castle by the time he woke up, being out to the docks and discussing where his cargo was heading to and from. It was shocking to even see him throughout the week, let alone be asked to speak with him. 

Wasting no time, he quickly dressed and made sure he looked presentable. Walking out of his room, he flattened his coat and sleeves, almost itching to not be below his father’s standards this late in the morning. He walked down the hall to make it down to the dining room, his eyes wide as he forced himself to wake up fully. His mother sat at her chair, already dressed herself as she was scrolling through the latest news within the city. Lucio made his way around her table, attempting to go by without causing her notice. Before he could even pass her around the table she made a humming noise, making Lucio stop in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder he noticed his mother, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, he held in sighing out loud. Slumping his shoulders, he went over to bend down near his mother, in which they exchanged a kiss on the cheek. 

“Good morning, sweet boy.” She said, her accent thick as she looked up at her son with a smile. Her hand resting on his arm before pulling away from him, Lucio flushed at her affection- despite having to do it every morning and departure for nearly his whole life.

“Good morning, mama.” The Prince responded back, slowly making his way back to his seat across from her. She smiled at him, and so did he. The double doors leading from the main room opened, catching his attention as he looked up to see his father, Lucio sat straight as his hands rested in his lap. Both of his parents were respectable and honorable folk, kind and careful with their decisions of marketing and trading. He knows that the consumption of sound crystals has been growing in the past year, so with that the two of them have ten greater precautions when it comes to the trading ships. 

“Son,” His fathers strong, yet patient voice called out to him, watching his father sit at the head of the table. Lucio could tell he was bothered by something, he fumbled with his finger nails. He listened intently for his father to continue, staring up at him with a antsy gaze,

“I heard you needed to talk about something?” Lucio asked, taking the cup of his coffee in his hands, feeling the warmth seep into his palms in a way that it calmed him. His gaze fell on his mother for a moment, seeing her expression fall to serious as well as she looked at his father. 

“Yes, we do.” His father started, Lucio brought the cup to his mouth as he drank slowly, “You have heard of The Watchers, correct?” The prince looked back over at his father as he kept a neutral expression, his jaw clenched as he nodded slowly. 

He knew that his parents were not fond of The Watchers, under the Emperor’s impression, he told them they were terrorists and have done all of the horrible things that have happened over the past couple years. The raids of the Vishkar Corporation, along with many other robberies across the galaxy, and how his father spoke so negatively of them and what they have done. Lucio knew of them, but he knew that The Watchers never did such a thing and how it was a setup for the Emperor so he would have an easy escape. 

“What about them?” The prince questioned, holding his cup over the table as he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. His father narrowed his gaze as he looked away from his son, a frown etched on his face.

“One of our ships full of sound crystals has been destroyed, and they are the culprits.” Lucio stayed quiet, looking over at his father with a wide gaze as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What? When?” The prince asked almost instantly, attempting to not sound too unskeptical. 

“Last night, a couple hours after it left the dock.” His mother chimed in, looking over at him with a calm gaze as he stared all over him. He felt his lip curl into a frown, looking between the two of them,

“Did ..Were there any crystals salvaged? Do we know if they were taken or around the wreckage?” His gaze was full of worry as he sat up from his seat, his hands on the table. “How many died?” 

His father shook his head, “We do not know yet, the Emperor's police are still investigating the scene.” 

He bit his tongue, looking over at him as he prevented himself from scoffing. Of course the Infinite Empire was involved, they always are in some way or another. There wasn’t a doubt in his head that nothing was going to be found, nothing his parents would be informed about until it's too late.

“What are you gonna do?” Lucio questioned his father. He let out a sigh for a moment out of frustration, looking at his own coffee.

“Nothing yet. This will set us back months, unfortunately. So until then, we must wait.” He nodded in response, looking down at his hands before back at his father. 

“May I be uh- excused?” Lucio asked his father, looking between his mother and father. His father hesitated, but his mother spoke before he could.

“Yes, you may.” He didn’t hesitate to stand from his chair, the sound of the wood scraping against the tile as he then made his way out of the dining hall as calmly as possible. 

Once he was out of sight and out of the door, he began to shuffle his way through the hallways back into his room. Closing the door behind him, he quickly locked it and made his way over to his nightstand and dug into it aimlessly before grabbing onto the wrist watch. Sitting on the floor of his room, he had put on the watch as he had his back against the side of his bed. Tapping onto the watch he waited for Akande to pick up the other end, his leg shaking anxiously as he looked over his shoulder at the door. He always felt nervous to contact them in his own home, but this was an urgent topic that needed to be discussed. Hearing the receiver at the end go through, 

“Helloooo? Oh-! Prince!” The familiar high pitched Australian voice came through the end, his image popping up in the hologram to show him smiling very close to the wrist band. Lucio furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at him with a look of annoyance, 

“It’s you.” Lucio said bitterly, before realizing how it came off. Clearing his throat he just made a neutral voice, staring at the wristband. “Listen, I need to talk to Akande. It’s important.”

Jamison was seen shaking his head as he looked off camera before back at Lucio, “Ehhh I don’t think so mate! Boss is talking to someone else right now. But ya can tell me ‘n I’ll tell him, yeah?” The man says, a grin on his face as he gives his usual unnerving stare. Even when not face to face it made him queasy. 

“I’m serious dude! I needa talk to him,” Lucio said a bit louder, trying not to yell just in case anyone heard him from outside his room.  He could see the blond raising his brow from the recording, before hearing his voice echo from the watch.

“And I told you boss is busy yapping! Some redhead ‘n her big bloak, I dunno. They don’t bother telling me with the details.” Jamison spoke, Lucio felt himself close his eyes with a sigh and tighten his lips. 

“Well- okay uh. Give me to someone who’s not with him.” The Prince squinted at the screen as he lowered his head a bit to look down at the screen with furrowed brows.

“Get this! You are.” The man replied cheekily, smirking at the camera as he raised his eyebrows. “I can be a messenger boy! I have quite the remarkable memory if I say so myself.” Lucio felt himself sigh as he stared at him bewildered, he didn’t have time for this guy right now. Looking away from the camera before back at Jamison who was staring so absentmindedly back into the hologram, a grin on his face. 

“Okay, fine! Tell Akande that my ship was attacked and I think,” He looked over his shoulder before lowering his voice, “That the Empire is behind it. Because my pops is saying that it was our fault. Even though it happened last night and like- it obviously wasn’t-” 

“Wait hold on! What was on the ship?” He interrupted him, looking down at the bracelet as Lucio stared at him for a moment. “Was it those crystals you own?” 

“Ugh- yes, but that’s not the point. I need you to tell him that we need to meet back up and like- do something about this!” He whispered yelled, before he heard some rustling from the other end of the line. Soon enough, after seeing nothing but a blank hologram he saw the leader's face, he sighed. 

“Akande, oh man you won’t believe what happened! My parents ship! If they get their hands on anything like that we’re screwed!” Lucio spoke, more in a panic as he was now away from the pyromaniac's grasp. 

“I understand, Lucio. But we cannot do much currently. We have to make a plan and discuss what we can do to help us and your family.” Lucio had a worried look on his face, biting his lip as he frowned. 

“Okay! I trust you. We- we should meet up again. To talk about what we should do.” Lucio spoke, finding it better to meet up face to face instead discussing it in a risky chance of their conversation being recorded.

“No. We have other matters to take care of. I will send someone else instead.” Lucio felt his eye twitch a bit before clicking his tongue. 

“Who are you gonna send?” He paused for a moment, looking to the side before back at the camera. 

“Fawkes will.” The man said. The prince felt his face morph into one of shock and confusion.

“Are you serious???” He questioned, his nose scrunched up as he looked at his hologram in disbelief. 

“Yes. I am. We need everyone for this mission. Fawkes will discuss the matters with you and report them back to me.” Lucio couldn’t believe it, he had to have this maniac come to his home to discuss his family problems. 

“Is uh- anyone else coming with him?” The prince questioned, looking down at the hologram as he stared at Akande with a look of uncertainty. The man shook his head. 

“No. We need everyone for this mission. Except him. So he will meet with you first and then we will meet later that night if our mission runs smoothly.” Lucio was staring at the screen blankly, his mouth agape as he just looked down at him before letting out a sigh.

“...Alright. That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” Then Lucio took off the wristband to cut the call, he groaned to himself as he let his head hit the edge of the bed, a frown on his face. As much as he tries to not judge people for their background or personality, he cannot help but feel irked by this man. He knew of some crimes he did and how he’s banned from a few planets, which is beyond Lucio that he didn’t even want to know how. Jamison was someone who didn’t take anything seriously, he already knew that from just looking at him. 

Groaning as he sat up, he put the watch back into the drawer, closing it after as he sat on his bed. He has to put his trust into this guy, which was hard to even comprehend at first but he had no choice but to. 

The night falls, his father leaving to discuss with the Emperor what to do with the shipping incident. Lucio had formed another gathering, much smaller from the previous night but just as lively. The Prince spoke with various people throughout the party and handled the music as always. His eyes scan the room to see the blonde lurking around or not, which leaves with not a single hint of him around. His eyes were scanning over the clock on his sound booth every once in a while as his anxiety grew. Where was he? He should be here by now. Did he even establish a time for him to come? 

Lucio felt himself grow impatient as he then stepped off his booth and made his way through the crowd and out of the room quietly. The lights throughout the rest of the house were dimmed, the light from the moons illuminating the hallway through the large windows. He needed to call them again to make sure when he was coming, seeing how the radio silence for the entire day caused him to wonder if they blew him off of his concerns. 

Before making his way towards his room, a sound of clutter came from another room which caused him to halt. He looked towards the door and just stared, stopping to make sure what he heard was correct. Another shuffle was heard, almost like a knocking noise and a faint murmur. No one was allowed within the other parts of the mansion, all of his guests were informed about such things. Was it a burglar? A servant that hasn’t left yet? Lucio felt himself go towards the door and hesitate, before quickly opening the door and flicking on the light. There standing on the other side of the room was Jamison, who was completely frozen for a moment before quickly standing up straight to face Lucio. He was full of confusion as he stared at him up and down, then around the room. 

“Ah! There you are. Was lookin’ everywhere for ya.” The Austrailian spoke, speaking as if he was not suspicious at all. “Ya got such a big ol house, I seemed to have got messed up on where I was!” He laughed, a large wide eyed grin on his face as he still stayed stiff, hands behind his back. 

“What? Dude why are you. How’d you even get in here? I didn't even see you walk in.” Lucio asked, still holding the door open with his hand as he stared at him with wide eyes. Jamison flattened his lips into a line before talking, 

“Well you see, I tried going through the same way as last time when our boss took me. But! The door was locked! And I wasn’t about to just barge in your doors because frankly I am beneath that-” Jamison rambled, not making eye contact with the prince as he looked around the room.

“Please don’t tell me you went through the front door! Do you know how risky that is?!” He asked, looking out in the hallway before speaking to him again. 

“Huh? No! I’d never.” Jamison said, before taking a moment to pause. “I went through a window.” 

Lucio stared at him with a gaping mouth, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared at him. He sighed as he rubbed his face, stepping into the room before looking back at him with his hand on his cheek.

“Okay whatever, you didn’t answer my question though. What are you doing here?” The prince noticed how Jamison’s hands were still behind his back, making him stare back up at him. “What do you have?”  

This caused Jamison to blink at him before shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders. “Whadda mean? I got nothin’ but me, myself, ‘n I!” Lucio gave a stare as he was trying to debate with himself if Jamison was kidding or not.

“Are you- trying to steal from my house?” The Prince asked, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at him distraught. The man’s eyes widened as he stood up straight, not saying a word to the royal. Lucio frowned as he walked towards him, his hands balled into fists as he was right in front of him. 

“You come into my home, drink and eat my food, and you decide to just- rob me?!” He spoke with a frustrated tone, looking up at the blonde as he looked at him up and down. 

“Not like you need it anyways! You're filthy rich. What’s so important over some stolen stuff?” The man replied a bit louder, puffing out his chest as he looked away from him. “If you didn’t just barge in, I bet you wouldn’t have noticed!” 

“Barge in? This is my house!” Lucio said as he had his hands on his hips, staring at the taller man in distaste. “We’re here to talk about business. I’m so- ugh! Akande should’ve never sent you.” He said that last bit to himself as he had his hand over his face, eyebrows furrowed. He was frustrated, but at the same time it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal, he managed to not be that uptight about it. 

“What is going on? Son?” The voice startled the two of them, making them back up as they faced the door now. There stood Lucio’s mother, his face shifting into one with horror.

“M-Mama!” Lucio replied, glancing at Jamison before back at her. He gave her a toothy grin as he kept his hands to his sides, clearly nervous. “What uhhhh- ahem. What’s up?” Lucio questioned her, scratching at his cheek as he gave her a look. His mother looked down at Lucio, then at Jamison before speaking. 

“I heard what sounded like arguing.” She said, her hands at her sides as she looked over at the two of them. The tension grew silent as the three of them looked at each other, before Lucio spoke again. “Son, who is this?”

The Prince opened his mouth to think of some excuse, before he felt Jamison’s large arm being pulled over his shoulders, which caught him by surprise. Despite being skinny he was rather dense. “Oh nothing's going on in here! Me and Luci are just dilly dallying!” Lucio heard Jamison speak, looking over at him to see his expression look the normal excited look. 

“Luci?” His mother looked confused for a moment, tilting her head before looking at her son. He bit the inside of his cheek before nodding, 

“Y-yeah! Me and uh…..Jamie! Just messing around. Sorry if we were loud, mama.” Lucio responded, playing along in hopes for their lie. It would be astounding if they got out of here unscathed.

His mother looked at the two, before giving a soft laugh as she smiled. “Lucio, I never thought you’d enjoy being called such a name.” Lucio felt his face warm up by her words, laughing with her nervously as he tried shifting away from Jamison’s grasp.

“What exactly are you doing in here?” She questioned again, in which Jamison quickly replied again.

“Ohhh, you see! We made a bet! Whoever could throw these cutlery,” He said, revealing his free hand full of utensils that were taken out of the drawers, “and get it thrown at them without flinching, would win! And since, y’know we wouldn’t use the ones at the party since it would be un-fancy-able! I took the ones from in here!” 

Silence filled the room as Lucio stared in horror at Jamison, processing everything he had just said to his mother. The Queen. They were going to get caught, might as well go down with the story.

“A-And I said that uhm- we couldn’t use these ones! Ye-yeah. Since they are ones for guests and the ones we use currently.” Lucio nodded, shooting a glare at Jamison as he stared in utter disbelief. His mother looked at the two of them for a moment, as if she was debating on what to say or not. Lucio looked at his mother, waiting for the final blow for them to be caught and arrested. 

“...Hm. That will not be a problem, Lucio. You and your Jamie may use them.” His mother said, a smile on her face as she looked at the two of them, “Just do not hurt one another, yes?” 

Jamison quickly nodded with a grin, gripping on Lucios shoulder as he shook him. 

“Why of course yer majesty! Your boy is safe with good ol’ Jamie!” He replied with a laugh, while Lucio forced a laugh in the process as the blond practically dragged him out of the room and past his mother. 

“Was a wonder meeting you, but we have quite a deal to finish! Ta!” With that he dragged Lucio by his arm to go back into the party room.

 The music still playing as people were sitting about and laughing amongst themselves, the two boys made it into the room they were supposed to meet in and shut the door behind him. Jamison let out a huff as he, setting all the utensils down on the table as he let out a laugh. He had a grin on his face as he faced Lucio, rubbing his hands together excitedly, 

“Well that was somethin! Good thing yer mum -” Lucio grunted as he covered his face with his hands, staring at Jamison.

“You can’t be serious! You- you!” He stood over Jamison, backing him against the table as he looked up at him. His hands at his face as he looked at him, eyebrows knitted together,

“Don’t you get it? My mother saw you! She might’ve recognized you! We would be so dead if that was the case!” 

“But she didn’t! We got out scott free! You’re welcome!” He drew out his words as he crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes as he scowled at him.

“Dude. My mom knows everything! She literally works with the Empire. Why wouldn’t she know? We could be busted right now!” Lucio paced the room as he scratched his head as he sighed out of stress. 

“Look, mate, yer mom doesn’t peg me as a narc so it’s fine! Relax a bit before you bust a vessel!” He said, putting his hand on Lucio’s shoulder as he patted him. Lucio looked over his shoulder at Jamison, a frown on his face as he looked at his hand. He didn’t push him off right away as he let out a sigh, facing him again. Jamison was right, whenever Lucio got in trouble she would always hide the blame that led to him from his father. He couldn’t help but wonder what she might’ve thought, she was scary to Lucio sometimes because of how disarming she made herself.

“Okay, you’re right about that-” He begrudgingly agreed with Jamison, looking over at him, “You still tried stealing from me! What the heck man?!” Jamison groaned again as if annoyed, 

“Lighten up! Not like you’d get why I did that! It’s not like it was anythin’ of value!” He said, looking down at Lucio. “Not like some rich bloke like you would understand! We gotta fight to live out there!” 

The Prince stayed quiet at that remark, looking over at him for a moment before sucking between his teeth. “Okay I won’t but we have business to talk about! I didn’t invite you to talk to my mom and nearly get us in trouble!” Jamison groaned and was about to rebuttal, but he shut his mouth and looked down at the Prince. He was silent for a moment before scoffing and looking away.

“Fine! Sorry.” Jamison spoke as insincere as it could get, making Lucio just look down at him before sighing. 

“Look. You wasted too much time taking who knows what, and now I have to scrap as much as I can to talk about what happened, okay?” He said as he had his hands on his hips, looking up at the blond with a less angry expression. Jamison looked down at Lucio with a calmer expression as well, scanning the other man’s facial features.

“Okay. Okay.” He spoke, his hands waving at the sides of his face as he made his way to go sit down on a chair. “I’m all ears.” The Prince gave a piercing lip for a moment before he went over and sat across from him, his leg bouncing quickly as he looked over at Jamison.

“Uh, so like. Okay.-” Jamison’s sudden cooperation caught him by surprise that he nearly forgot what to say. “One of my dad’s ships got blown up the other night, everyone and everything on just- boom, gone. The Empire is saying that we raided it.” Lucio said, his elbows on the table as he looked over at him.

 “I’m almost 100% sure that the Empire is behind it, but I have no proof. And what’s worrying me is that if it is the Empire than that means they’re willing to attack us again and steal more of the sound crystals and set our sales out by months and we’d lose more power and-” Lucio fumbled over his words as he inhaled, looking over at Jamison as he spoke.

“Wait wait. You mean a ship with those crystal thingies might’ve gotten mugged by the Empire?” Jamison questioned, raising a brow as he let his prosthetic arm hang behind the chair. “Why’d they do that?”

“How am I supposed to know that?” Lucio remarked with an almost snarky tone, which made Jamison put his hand up defensively. 

“I’m just saying. What could they want with em? If they stole a whole shipment of em. You said that you and your old man made them from Vishkar? Does that mean they know how they work?” Lucio listened to Jamison, licking at his lip before humming, that was a good question. 

“Well- technically no, it was a whole process to actually make my amp, let alone make it work properly.” Lucio furrowed his eyebrows for a moment as he thought of the possibilities. 

“Then they wouldn’t know what to do with them if it was right in front of em! And I doubt they’d ask your old man for help since, y’know, they stole from him ‘n all.”  He looked over at Jamison again as they spoke, giving a small frown before nodding. 

“Yeah, I guess.” Lucio looked over at him before he watched the man in front of him move his hand while he talked, 

“Then that means we got a few months to figure it out. Yeah?” He said, a grin on his face. “I heard that Boss is talking to some lady that’ll be joining us. Still on the fence but I heard she is almost as good as me at stealin.” Lucio let out a soft huff of a laugh at  his words before raising a brow. 

“Okay. But how would we get them? They’re heavily guarded; we can't just barge in.”  Jamison looked down at him and shrugged. 

“Speak for yourself. I am very stealthy. They  wouldn’t even know I was there.” He spoke out confidently, staring at Lucio intently as he just stared back unimpressed. 

“Right. Like how you went ‘unnoticed’ today.” He remarked, making Jamison look away with a red face of embarrassment. 

“Oh, bite me! I was bein’ honest about getting lost. How the hell you maneuver in this place?” Lucio rolled his eyes at his response, raising a brow at him.

“Easily, honestly. It’s not that hard, man. Some heist puller if you can’t even find a room you need to be in.” He looked at his hands as if he was picking at his rings. A small tone of sass in his voice as he spoke with Jamison. 

The man blinked at him before grinning, “Oh but of course! The bloke who lived in this bloody maze knows where everything is! Who would’ve thought.” He replied, his tone playful as he returned the eyebrow raise. A silence sat  between them again as their banter died with that, Lucio unsure what to say next to him he clicked his tongue. 

“When did Akande say he would come?” He questioned, seeing Jamison perk up his head upon hearing him. He shrugged.

“No clue, he just said he’d try ‘n make it.” He said, bringing his foot up to rest it on the table. Lucio looked over at Jamison now, noticing more of his features now that he had nothing else to avert his gaze to. 

“Seriously?” He questioned, eyebrows squinting and slumped his shoulders. “Great.” The Prince breathed out to himself as he was now stuck with the pyromaniac until he came. If he came. 

Tapping his fingers on his legs he looked back over at Jamison again, scanning his features. Despite the fact he was missing two of his limbs, it was obvious that this guy has been through a lot. The scars over his body, his tolerance to situations, and the overall fact he looks - well, ill. lucio had to prevent himself from being nosy, curious to what his story was. But that would require for Jamison to explain it, which meant hearing him talk, and frankly he was tired of hearing that. 

“Did he say when you have to leave if he didn’t show up?” Lucio asked, looking over at him.

“Uhhh, not really. What, you wanna kick me out?” He questioned, a lopsided grin on his sharp face as he looked over at him. 

“Maybe.” The Prince responded, crossing his arms over his chest. “So you can tell Akadae what I said to you. Then we can meet up, officially this time.” Jamison pretended to act shocked, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“Some manners you have.” He said as he placed a hand near his chest and looked away. “Kicking out a guest.” 

“Except guests don’t steal from me.” Lucio smirked a bit at their back and forth, but he tried keeping a neutral face. Jamison sighed as he slumped his shoulders, looking over at him as he sat up from his laid back position. 

“Hey! I said I was sorry!” He reminded him, which made Lucio stare at him confused. 

“That was not an apology! More like an excuse.” The Prince said as he looked over at him with a smile and tilted his head. Jamison shrugged as he grinned at him as well, looking over at him as they sat in silence again. It was awkward, honestly, two unlikely people in a room together trying to hold a conversation. Lucio’s social circle was always limited to people who were like him, until a few months ago obviously when he joined the Rebellion. 

A ringing transmission saved the two of them, one that was coming from Jamison’s wrist. Clicking it, Lucio looked up to see who was calling and which a hologram of Akande received. The Prince perked up as he looked down at it, 

“Boss! Good as ever to see ya!” Jamison said as he looked down at him, “What’s the deal? We get her?”

“Not yet,” the voice came from the watch, “We have a change of plans. Come back now, and tell the Prince we need to meet.”

[letternotekisses]

overwatch men react to you doing the ‘fake bj prank’ 🫦

Reinhardt pulls an almost adorably curious face when you suddenly drop to your knees in front of him, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ that soon turns into an excited grin once he catches sight of you tying up your hair. His hand instinctively comes to his belt - his cock growing stiff and heavy within moments, although his joy deflates almost instantaneously when you stand back up after ‘finding’ your ‘lost’ hairpin. He covers himself with a nearby sofa cushion and waves you off when you giggle and ask why he’s blushing.

Cassidy immediately gets comfortable, he knows the drill. Stubs out his cigar as quick as a flash and all but slams his Peacekeeper on the table beside him. It’s only when he realises you’re actually reaching for something you’d ‘dropped’ on the floor and not ripping his belt off wildly with your teeth does he stand there like an absolute melon. Don’t even ask him about it because he’ll simply lower his hat in shame and mourn over the loss of his cigar. That was Cuban. But you both know he’d forgo many more just for the chance of your perfect lips around his thick cock.

Genji is actually surprisingly hard to prank. If you try to ‘drop’ something or go to pick something up directly in front of him he’s much too quick to do it for you. Always the gentleman, but it grew almost annoying being unknowingly outsmarted by him every time. You had to get real creative with it - kneeling low and close to fiddle with the loops of his trousers gets him spluttering and looking around wildly for someone in the halls, before you pat his thigh and rise with a smile, claiming the new belt you’d got him looks so nice on. He’s adorably confused for a minute, before he mentally vowed to get you back. Although, you fear he may not get the point of the prank because you definitely had the best orgasm of your life after he was done with you. Sigh it’s the little things.

Hanzo raises a brow to you when you slide smoothly to your knees, your hands bundling your hair up until it’s tied back neatly. His back is stiffening the moment any part of you grazes his thigh and he instinctively reaches out to smooth the stray hair that escaped your grasp, the other hand settling upon the button of his waistcoat until…you’re giggling? And he sits back with a small embarrassed huff at his eagerness, a blush settling high on his sharp cheekbones. You pepper kisses all over his face to make it up to him and his fickle pride, which only makes him flush darker. He won’t stay mad for long, but similar to his brother - he’ll plan on getting even. Usually in the form of overstimulating you until you’re teary-eyed and whining or not letting you cum at all :-)

Junkrat is tittering with excitement the moment you walk into the room, let alone your little prank. As soon as you even try to get near him he’s jumping your bones and growling some nasty shit in your ear - you should have known that his insatiable nature would interfere with this. Oh well, might as well indulge him, hm? You don’t even get your dues either - as he’s too busy shimmying your trousers down your hips so he can get his daily taste of that pretty little cunt you were hiding away from him for so long.

Reaper is…not really the type of man you’d like to prank, but who says you’re any type of normal. It’s why he likes you. He won’t even let you finish your little prank because he knew what you were playing at from the start. He thumbs your head with his clawed gauntlet, a growling laugh low in his chest as his heavy cock rests on your face, pulsing hotly against your skin. Hey - you got yourself into this, but service him well enough and he’ll let you cum this time. Maybe? Who knows. He did like your attempt though! You should try and prank him more often if this is the outcome.

Lucio almost has a heart attack when you get to your knees - he had a concert due in ten minutes! But his cock betrays his best interest when it twitches to life and with ashamed (but not rly) delight he goes to fiddle with his trousers only to find…you were licking your thumb and wiping a smudge off of him. The poor guy actually almost beats himself up about assuming what you’re down there for until you explain to him with little giggles between kisses. You have a little something planned after his concert to cheer him up anyways.

Baptiste is like the largest gentleman at heart, so when you even dare squat down to even try and prank him he’s manhandling you so he can eat your pussy first. It gets weirdly competitive when you try to insist on it (so you can perform your epic awesome prank) so now you’re just 69ing. Wrong method right execution? You can’t really find yourself too bothered with Baptiste’s talented tongue deep in your cunt and his cock buried down your throat. Later, maybe. A man who insists his woman cums comes first is a man. Period.

Lifeweaver is too sweet about it to the point it might rot your fucking teeth out. It almost pains you to prank him because you just wanna suck the soul out of him through his dick. He doesn’t even blink when you’re ducking between his legs, or dropping things on purpose because he’ll just fucking help you pick them up. It’s almost infuriating so you instead take your frustrations out on actually blowing him instead. Niran palms your cheek with hands softer than aloe, his cock bulging your cheek as you swallow him deeper. Curse him and his magical body. You just wanna lick him all over.

Sigma is an intelligent man. You know it, he knows it, the ants on the ceiling probably fucking know it. That being said - he was convinced he’d memorised all of your mannerisms completely. So when he pushed back from his desk to greet you and you immediately dropped to your knees, bundling your hair up, he was happy to make quick work of his slacks. He is both humbled and down-crested to find it was a prank. He bundles you into his lap, murmuring nothings to you in Dutch. It’s enough to convince you to make it up to him - to warm his long cock with your perfect cunt while he works. Perfect. Try not to squirm…too much.

Roadhog yeah that ain’t gonna work on him. Not only does he have a sixth sense for when you (or Rat) are up to mischief, he also knows that you know he much prefers your sweet little pussy to your mouth. He thinks it’s worthy of a little punishment. Nothing too big, just something to keep you walking funny for a few days. (Good luck.)

Ramattra is very much accustomed to your human oddities by now, he’s grown tolerant of you (dare I say fond) enough to be unbothered by whatever you do. Treat him like a giant climbing frame for all he cares, you couldn’t make a dent. He knows exactly what you’re up to, and only when you’re whining for a scrap of his attention does he give it to you. Poor, sweet little human, begging for him? He’ll give you exactly what you crave, but you must remember that you asked for this when the silicone of his cock is buried impossibly deep in your tiny cunt, his cold, metal fingers splayed across the small of your back as he tuts down at you. Squirm all you want, Ramattra insists on taking his time with you.

Mauga won’t let you get off that easy either. He watches you go down with a grin that could rival the sharks back at Samoa. Watching you come back up has that smile dropping and an almost evilly mischievous glint appear in his eyes that has your panties just a tiny bit wet. In retrospect it was a good idea to prank him. In truth, when he has his fat, veiny cock buried down your throat and his meaty fingers deep inside of your cunt? It was a great idea. 10/10. In fact you should do it again.

Doomfist knows something is up the moment you tie your hair up because usually he just holds it back for you while he fucks your fac—oh. He quirks a brow at your giggles, but it’s not long until you’re quickly silenced. He soon has you riding his thigh with an intense desperation in your eyes as he thumbs your lip, cooing mockingly at the wet spot on his expensive suit trousers from where he’d kept you there so long. You cum when he thinks you’ve made it up to him, which might be a while, considering how much Akande seemed to be enjoying it, his chest reverberating with every pleased rumble. You’d think twice again next time about pranking the leader of Talon. (Probably…not.)

Also, PSA, if you don’t like my work, block me! Please don’t be negative and leave hate where it’s not needed.

[yourfifitherealone]

Cute but did anyone know where this ship came from?

Boombox shenanigans 🐸💣

[koolaidcultistt]

// THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY TO THE BARBIE MOVIE YOUR HONOR!!!!! ★

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Characters Love Languages P2

Genji Words of affirmation make him feel valid and whole again. He never asks for anything, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t crave anything. Just tell him how you feel, give him the reassurance he needs but will never ask for.

Hanzo Acts of service. You love him? Prove it to him. He’s too tired and done with people just messing around. He doesn’t want money, dinners, gifts. Just simple acts that can mean the world. Maybe he’s not eaten today and you make him sit and have food. Things that let him know he’s cared for.

Junkrat Gifts and Pshycal touch. The boy is attention and touched starved. He’s like a needy puppy that demands attention every few seconds. Wants to hold your hand or literally try crawl all over you. Just wants to be close, wants to prove to people he can get someone to love him. He sadly doesn’t understand personal space. And, of course he loves to give his partner little trinkets.

Lucio Quailty time is his big one. You could be having a day thats packed with a thousand things or a day that's just led on the couch together listening to music. Both are just as good and mean the world to him. Just be there with him and he’ll have a smile on his face.

Moira Acts of service Moira is a complicated but also simple in her needs. Words with no weight mean nothing, gifts are worthless. She’s so self sufficient she doesn’t need much. But if a coffee showed up on her desk unprompted or a stack of paperwork gets tidied up to make her life a little easier? She won’t voice how much it means to her, but you’ll start to notice the same level of sneaky kindness in return.

[ya-zz]

I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)

I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;

You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.

HANZO

He was three drinks into the night when the act started.

At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears. 

Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up. 

Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly. 

Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly. 

Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.

He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura. 

Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.

Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them. 

His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed. 

When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth. 

Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner. 

There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret. 

Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.

GENJI

Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it. 

Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to. 

When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.

It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating. 

His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.

Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability. 

Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more. 

His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.

His entire focus was on you. 

Genji could only sit there and stare. 

The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs. 

Oh you don’t get to play this game.

The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.

MOIRA

The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?

The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence. 

You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.

She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace. 

Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage. 

The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter. 

Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it. 

Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly. 

It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it. 

No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this. 

He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music. 

She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level. 

Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.

Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.

LUCIO

It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.

He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.

When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.

He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are. 

Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this. 

He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around. 

Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat. 

It was you. 

You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him. 

He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music. 

Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive. 

When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio. 

His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple. 

He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.

RAMATTRA

What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?

The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements. 

A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down. 

He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all. 

When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage. 

His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm. 

He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.

When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth. 

“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I knew.” 

Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems. 

“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses. 

ZENYATTA

The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.

Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly. 

At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all. 

He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.

You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand. 

It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk. 

Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else. 

When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him. 

“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle. 

His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light. 

“How long have you kept this secret?” 

“Too long.”

Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it. 

“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”

JUNKERQUEEN

It was a normal night for the queen.

Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike. 

Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne. 

Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened. 

Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out. 

Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…

The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months. 

It was the same person. 

Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.

Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear. 

“Who knew you had such a voice.” 

She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face. 

Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.

“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”

JUNKRAT

The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off. 

There was something about you though that rose suspicions.

The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach. 

One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck. 

Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up. 

He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering. 

His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with… 

You were singing for others, but never for him. 

He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood. 

Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed. 

Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily; 

“You have the voice of an angel.” 

ROADHOG

Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you. 

Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled. 

For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown. 

By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you. 

At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up. 

He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage. 

He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you. 

He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown. 

It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over. 

Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek. 

“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you. 

“I had no choice.” 

He huffs, shaking his head. 

“You sound wonderful.” He admits. 

His hand squeezes your side. 

“I’d like to hear you again.”

[wisteriaiswriting]

I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

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It’s likely he found one of your costumes while searching for something, so he looks up who wears it.

Lets you confess when you’re ready, not wanting to push you.

When he finds out one of the first things he does is search for your music and start listening to it.

He was already a big fan before he found out who was under the mask.

Will use his ‘connections’ for some free merch. Repaying you in kisses and cuddles, anything you want really.

Please let him try on one of your costumes. It has been a lifelong dream of his ever since he found out about your songs.

She has never been one to care about music or singers, so Sombra will be the one to tell her about it.

While she won’t actively confront you about it she’ll drop hints, quoting lyrics, costumes. Letting you tell her at your own pace.

She’s honestly choosy about her music taste, so if she enjoys it that will be that only thing she’ll listen to

Lúcio is unnaturally quick to notice, finding some quirks and habits that match exactly.

No matter the type of music you sing he will want to collab.

Please let him help you come up with songs and future costumes! He is surprisingly good at fashion sense, he’ll make matching ones.

He’s never been a fan of music, normally complaining about it as he sees no use of it.

Looks into you when other omnics talk about your music. But that doesn’t last long as he notices quickly.

He will confront you about it, but he won’t stop you. Just makes sure you’re safe by sending omnic guards, filling most roles with them.

She will brag, there's no way around it. How the queen of junkertown is dating the most famous singer. (Don’t tell her otherwise please.)

But it’s highly likely another junker will have to tell her as she’s busy with running the town.

She’ll want to make you a costume. Just… don't let her make it, she can help but never let her make one.

When he notices he won’t be able to shut up about it. Everyone will know soon enough.

As much as he wants to help you with show lights please don’t let him, something will happen and go wrong.

He’ll raid many places just to find a radio or something similar, when he does your songs will be played constantly.

 At first he’ll be quiet about it, unsure if you want people to know. If you do, he'll start mentioning it in conversations.

If you need help he’s one of the few people that can help, although some tasks might be difficult to impossible with his hands.

If you have merch he will want some, especially if it’s on the cuter side.