Symmetra x Lúcio Shippers

Come on, let’s bring it together!

U: a song that reminds me of a fictional pairing- oooohhh I have so many songs there but my biggest ship is Symmphony and I like the song “How to Start a War” by Simon Curtis there. I don’t ship R76, but based on what the lore and lord Kaplan have said about them being close war buddies, I think “Brother” by Kodaline suits their friendship (before Gabe decided hey imma try kill my friend)

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This is a gift for @andorahsart as a birthday gift but also for her fantastic work on those sick comic.

For this one I decided to do her favorite ship which is Symmetra x Luico which is one of the data they went after they fight against Vishkar together to change things in Rio. (Which I included the infamous tower but as a easter egg if you play LuicoBall)

Incase you wondering, why Lucio wasn’t wearing his “robotic legs” is that I found it hard to draw it so i just included him wearing jeans, if you guys don’t mind it.

                             My Realty: Lucio x Symmetra Fancomic Part 1

Given fandom’s track record for shipping a pairing in spite of *cough BECAUSE OF cough* canon hostility between the two, I’m suprised no one ships one of the few pairs of characters to have history in canon (and aren’t related):  Lucio and Symmetra.

Lucio is an open-minded ball of sunshine on rollerblades that I headcanon to be a chatterbox if he thinks the listener will tolerate it.  No worries about being subjected to rambles you don’t want to hear: he may be a relentless optimist, but Lucio is not naive.  His perception is uncanny.

According to canon, Symmetra is a spy sent by Visknar to Overwatch.  But?? I think she genuinely wants to help??

And then there’s the Aspergers syndrome that the fandom has appointed her.  I am in love with this fanon, as I’m an aspergers gal myself.

Symmetra is always full of questions - including those that are normally expected from a ditz (or as a joke), but she asks in complete seriousness.

“People say let’s break it up, and they say let’s break it down.  Why does no one ever want to break it sideways?”

Everyone else in the room laughs and thinks she’s joking (she’s been used to that for a long time…), but Lucio surprises her when he gives it some serious thought and answers her question the best he can.

It’s the first time someone outside her immediate family has taken her seriously like that.

Later, Lucio is suprised to discover that the architect is willing to listen to his answer when she asks him about why he threw the revolution in the first place.  He was suprised that she actually listened, and didn’t seem to get tired of him talking until he realized that the subject had wandered so far from the original topic that he was now talking about the behavior of the birds in his hometown.

She was interested in that, too.

Symmetra was interested in learning everything she could get her hands on, and after that long session of Q&A with Lucio, she started to ask other overwatch members about what daily life was like in their home countries.  She asked about how they got into their careers, what that was like, what was this, how did that work…

Mercy had to be the one to tell her that Symmetra’s questions about their personal lives were getting a bit… invasive.

Lucio was the only one that didn’t mind a constant stream of Symmetra’s questions.  He had also picked up on her trouble with interpeting social ques, and had no trouble telling her when (and how) she was going overboard. 

Symmetra appreciated that. 

Lucio apreciated that he had found someone that was not only willing, but happy to listen to him ramble on about whatever tangent was on his mind.  She even asked questions to clarify (which usually sent him on another tangent).

Sometimes Lucio would crack up laughing right after she said something, and that was one of the few situations where she had a hard time getting an explanation out of him.  Symmetra would make this frank observation so seriously, and Lucio just couldn’t hold it in.

“What is so amusing about this?  Widowmaker’s lack of a proper chest covering may be a tactic to distract her opponents!  I don’t see any other reason why Tracer was looking for a T-shirt cannon.”

Lucio laughs harder.

“Why is this funny?!“

A break-in at Vishkar headquarters results in a development which could endanger the corporation forever. Luckily for them, the leader of the freedom fighters is a merciful man and is willing to spare them under one condition - three dates with Vishkar’s finest architech. In this clash of ideologies and a mess of hidden intentions, the relationship between two people can mean the difference between a utopia and a civil war.

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Symmetra: No thank you, I do not particularly care for childish games

Lucio: All right, high score!

Maria Maria

Middle

Wicked Game

Settle Down

The Return of Alejandro

The Man

Cheerleader

What You Came For

Cheap Thrills

Chapter 3! (On A03 here.)

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2

Summary: Satya meets Lúcio’s family.

Inside, the apartment was complete chaos. Four children, none of them over ten, were staging a vicious king-of-the-hill battle over the sofa, ignoring the cartoons playing at full volume on the television behind them. Tucked around the corner, the tiny kitchen was full to bursting. The smells wafting from it–spices and garlic and onion and rice–set her mouth watering. An older woman, her hair wrapped up with a patterned scarf, stirred a pot on the stove and was talking over her shoulder to another woman who was chopping peppers with admirable efficiency. A third woman nodded along, crammed at the counter, her hands busily working on something Satya couldn’t see. A lanky man, his head completely shaved, was setting the table and keeping half an eye on the children. He spotted them first.

“Lúcio, mermão!” He leaned across the table to give Lúcio a warm, if awkward, half hug. Lúcio returned it with interest. Unnoticed, Satya slipped her shoes off and neatly laid them by the door.

“Tudo bom, Carlos?”

“Bem, bem. Kids, come say hello to tio Lúcio!”

Lúcio disappeared for a second and returned wheeling an ancient motorcycle. What enamel remained on the fuel tank was polished enough to catch the scant ambient light, but it was chipped and flaked completely off in places. She caught a wiff of burnt cooking oil. Biodiesel? Positively primitive.

Still. Faster than trying to navigate her way through the unfamiliar streets on foot. Dark, too. Street lights were infrequent and, as far as she could tell, provided by civic-minded residents. She didn’t relish the idea of being ambushed in the dark by another armed ruffian.

Lúcio tossed her a helmet. She sniffed it experimentally and wrinkled her nose. It smelled of stale sweat and other people’s hair products.