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Angela (Mercy) and Brigette spend hours on Christmas Eve cooking. They allow Jack (Soldier 76) full free range over the grill -with the reminder that if he burns anything, he will be the one cleaning it up- the next day but they are the ones prepping food, getting things marinaded, listening to quiet requests from some of the newer heroes while remaking things they know people will like -Angela because she knows full well that if some of the others had their way, there would be a lot of sugar and protein and not a lot of veggies simply because “it's Christmas!” She is the one to help everyone keep a balanced diet. -Brigette because she is the only one of the Lindholms' willing to bake Ingrid's famous pie recipe. Whether she is at base on Christmas or not, she doesn't deprive anyone of it. Hers' is a touch sweeter than her mother's but it is amazing all the same.

Genji, Kiriko, Cassidy and Zenyatta end up in charge of decorating the base the whole month of December. Between the four of them by the middle of the month, it truly looks like Christmas threw up in every shared room. For those that come back from harder missions it sparks a bit of cheer and comfort. Not that some of them would ever admit it.

Reinhardt loves his stories and so when he feels people need a pick-me-up, he grabs a classic tale (The Grinch, Scrooge, Polar Express) and pulls a large group of people in the living room, handing out hot chocolate or coffee to those that need to work throughout the night and reads until the energy of the room is calm. -Cassidy will never admit that he has fallen asleep more times than he can count during these reading sessions. -Genji will never admit to drawing on his face. Every. Single. Time. Kiriko has photos. She likes sending them to Hanzo so he can view his brother's mischief and to have them on quick copy for blackmail later. Of course.

Fareeha (Pharah) while she visits base during the holidays to see people, never stays. Much preferring to go home and spend time with her father. She harasses her mother more around this time of year to 'please come home' as she knows the family misses Ana. -Ana misses them just as much but cannot bring herself to put them in danger. Not yet. Not when she still has a job to do. -Ana does however keep an eye on things from a distance and send gifts. A small smile gracing her face as she watches her husband's eyes through a scope as he opens them. Always near the window where she can see.

After the great Secret Santa debacle of 20** There was a money cap put and anything that only met that due to a sale had to be ran past the event organisers. Angela is the only one that is consistent in her judgements while Reinhardt is easily swayed by sentimentality. Torbijörn doesn't really help much as he is voluentold more often than he willing volunteers to help and after the debacle. Jamison isn't allowed to be an organiser. For quite obvious reasons -Hint. It's the bombs. -He also thought when he got Brigette that year that he should equip her shield with a bomb so she could 'Bash and Bomb her enemies' -It was a pain to remove afterwards.

(I apologise in advance if this seems hella OOC for Lucio but I got bit by the inspiration bug. So this is what we get~ We did headcanons for something like this previously so i figured ‘well why don’t we do a short fic?’ and this was born

Second POV with mixed tense. Hope you enjoy~)

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You yawn, your arms stretching above your head as your back arches. The heavy rain and dark clouds outside dimming the sun that would usually be shining on your face this early in the morning.

It is a lovely excuse to stay inside your bedchambers for longer than usual. Most of your morning tasks are done outside and you do not wish to risk an illness in this weather.

It’s perfect.

You eagerly snuggle back under your soft blankets into your silk sheets, the darkness behind your eyes threatening to drag you back under when you hear the creak of a door open and then the soft thud as it’s closed.

“I do not wish to be bothered. Leave” your voice rings out, not quite drowned out by the rain as you don’t bother to check who has come to disturb you.

“Too late” A familiar voice with his morning rasp replies and you whine as the space behind you is filled in by a cold body, arms wrapping around you to trap you against a slowly warming chest.

“Noooo” You squeal, trying to squirm away from your lover as he buries his face into your hair “Lucio!! Where have you been?! You damned rat! You’re cold!”

“Stating the obvious here” He sighs and you huff, resigning yourself to being his warmth even as you cross your arms over your chest away from his.

You will make this as hard for him as you can for daring to disturb you.

“I hate you” You huff out, a sly smile tugging at your lips at the disbelieving huff you get in response. The upset act works for about twenty seconds before freezing cold fingers start to attack your ticklish spots and you squeal, laughter falling from your lips as you wiggle and squirm.

He doesn’t let up until you are under him, tears rolling down your face and your voice nearly gone from laughter and pleading.

“You were saying?” Lucio raises an eyebrow at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, his metal fingers resting against your side as his other hand lightly wipes away your tears

“I hate you” you say again giggling now, your voice just as raspy as his before nuzzling into his hand which has thankfully warmed “Good morning my love”

“Good morning” he leans down and presses a hungry kiss to your lips -everything about his kisses are hungry, never light, never gentle- before laying down atop of you.

The blankets are pulled back up before he rests his head in the crook of your neck, letting you slowly calm down as you start the usual ritual of running your hands through his locks. Slowly pulling out tangles and massaging the back of his neck.

The familiar motions enough to bring back your earlier sleepiness as your eyes slowly shut. 

The two of you falling asleep with rain hitting the windows as a storm starts to roll in, quite firmly cancelling all of your plans for the morning and likely late afternoon.

(I was originally going to do everyone in 1 post and keep it short. . . then I hit Hanzo's and it just kept going. So while I can't promise everyone will get their own post. Those are coming. Slowly.

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-I imagine that Hanzo is no stranger to the slow creeping tightness that are anxiety attacks. Especially in his youth where they would just compound with all the stress he was under as heir to the Shimada Clan.

-So its no real surprise that he sees it in you quite quickly. The stress your under and the way you try so desperately to handle it all by yourself. The way it catches up to you over the matter of weeks.

-You start going out on little adventures less, even if its just to your local take-away place to grab lunch, it just stops. Suggestions to watch movies or tv shows he knows you will love are gently turned down. He simply nods and sits with you as you work at the kitchen table. Book perched on his lap, his gaze on you more often than not.

-He's there when it all breaks.

-When fear overtakes your heart in a vice grip, when the breath leaves your lungs and the only noises that your able to make are quick gasps. Your vision narrowing to a single point as your hearing starts sounding like everything is underwater, muffled.

-He's quick to guide you to a chair in the living room you both share and shoves your head between your knees, temporary relief as air floods your lungs again and you focus on your breathing. Missing that Hanzo requests that Athena bring either Angela or Zenyatta to your rooms.

-You try to straighten, to reassure only for him to press you firmly back down. His other hand reaching for yours, letting you cling tightly. He starts to in a 1,2 pattern squeeze your hand. It helps having a physical sensation to focus on and you cling to it like a lifeline.

-By the time your prefered medic arrives, you have a cold glass of water in one of your hands. The other still clinging to your partners' and your vision and hearing are back to normal.

-After a long checkup on your vitals, just to be sure, you are told to take it easy. Shove some of the work you've been given off to other people. And if anyone has anything to say about it, then you can direct them to the med-bay where they will be throughly dressed down for it.

-By Hanzo himself if the need arises.

-As the door shuts behind them, you turn to stare at your boyfriend who is watching you intently. Concern and Warmth in his brown eyes.

"I will make tea"

"Wait!" you squeeze his hand tightly, stopping him as he was about to move away "Stay? please"

"Whatever you need, I am here"

-The two of you end up cuddling on the couch, one of your comfort shows on the TV and while you are a touch warm in your blanket burrito, the gentle pressure on the otherside of your body helps. As well as the tight arms of your partner surronding you.

Dating Huntress, Or Anna as you knew her, Would include!:

-A lot of cuddling, hugging and touches. Hands pressed to your shoulders, an arm wrapped around your waist, her chest against your back. This woman is extremely touch-starved and seeks out almost every opportunity to be touching you in one way or another. The rare occasion outside either of you being in a trial and she isn't practically attached to your hip? you know something is wrong.

-She is practically never silent around you, she is always humming or quietly singing if the two of you aren't engaged in active conversation. After a few too many accidental scares where she had suddenly appeared next to you and caused you to jump or scream, she's made it a habit to always be making some kind of noise. It doubles to let you know when she's been grabbed for a trial when the noise suddenly cuts off. 

-Speaking of conversation, early on in dating her, you had made a request to the Entity to give the two of you the ability to understand each other. It had only been granted after you'd escaped a couple of trials unscratched and unscathed of course, the Entity doesn't grant wishes for free, but it had been worth pissing some of your fellow survivors off during said trials to see the surprise then pure joy on Anna's face when you'd spoken to her next. It was still one of your most precious memories, her eyes had lit up, her lips had spread into a beaming bright smile and she'd scooped you up into a spinning hug, Kissing all of your face while you'd burst into sweet giggles.

-After that you had taken advantage of being able to actually understand her and had asked her a million questions, what was her favourite flower? (Royal Azalea), what was her favourite animal? (Ural Owl), Did she mind when you left your jacket on the back of the couch instead of hanging it up by the door? (Yes) A game of twenty questions later and you felt as though you knew your partner much much better and were incredibly pleased with your decision. Even after David and Feng had had a bit of a go at you when you returned to the Survivor campfire later that night.

-Every opportunity you got, you stayed with Anna, you practically lived in her house, something you never heard her complain about. After a particularly long trial, you had come back to her home and had crawled into bed with her, snuggling close with her head on your shoulder. The two of you mumbling quietly to one another before the last thing you'd heard was "I am glad you are home safe my light" right before you fell asleep. Any worries you were crowding her had vanished after that.

-Don't be surprised to be not let out of bed when you are feeling ill or in pain, she has you bundled up in all of the blankets in the house and is rarely not by your side. The only times she tends to leave are to build the fire in the room up or go hunting for stew ingredients. When trials aren't going on, whatever wildlife that was around when the realm was taken are allowed to roam, so there is no shortage of deer and rabbit meat. You only complain sometimes, other times you are so desperate for some normalcy in this place of horror, you are grateful for the chance to sit down and eat dinner with your partner. 

-When the two of you are put into a trial together, it's a little bit hit or miss whether she lets you go at the end or seems determined to mercy kill you outright. The latter is more likely when she's been in trials for most of what constitutes a day in this place with no time.

-You can always tell what sort of trial it's going to be by the sound of her humming, if it's lower, slower then she's in an awful mood and you are likely going to get hunted down unless your teammates' body block and protect you. If it's higher and faster then she's in a decent mood and you are likely to be left alone. You've tried to explain it to your fellow survivors before but none can quite pick up on it the way you can.

-Kate is one of the last people you would expect for her to have a bit of a feral side, outside of trials, she is very sweet, always willing to lend a hand when Jake and Claudette go out foraging or grab her guitar or banjo and start a small campfire sing along when the group as a whole needs a bit of a pick-me-up and she's one of the first to welcome new people to the realm and explain what's going on.

-During trials is a whole other story, she is one of the first off a generator but it's never to run like Feng or hide like Claudette, waiting until the danger has passed, no no. She always runs towards the killer, yelling and screaming and cursing them out in quick thick Southern. Always drawing their attention to her so her fellow survivors can continue their work. She wouldn't say she's fantastic at looping but she is excellent at getting and keeping attention.

-She isn't the taunting type, never once has anyone ever heard her insult a killer in a way that anyone would consider crude, no swear words have ever passed through her lips, instead she is much more insistent on commenting on what they haven't or have gotten done yet. "Oh come on now sugar! we've already gotten gen done and you haven't so much as spotted someone, you are making this far too easy for us now"  "A singular hook for two gens, are you kidding me? {previous killer} had us all hooked at least once before we got a singular gen done last trial" said with a tongue click and a seemingly disappointed headshake Things like that aren't uncommon during a trial and her fellow survivors often have to hold in their snickered giggles or dramatic eye rolls as Kate scolds the killer

-When she's the last survivor in a trial, she would never admit it, but she does use her boots as weapons. Shamelessly taking them off her feet to nail the killer in the face as she books it past them out the door. She seemingly loves hitting The Mastermind in the face or back of the head. Not that she would ever admit it of course, when asked why he is targeting her so hard their next trial together, she just shrugs, playing the innocent act. Completely clueless as to why he's hunting her down with the ferocity usually reserved for Chris or Sheva.

-The Entity allows this for the same reason it allows Flashbangs, Firecrackers and every other manner of stunning the killer. It finds it very amusing that this young otherwise typically southern bell type uses her boots as weapons. Always giving them graciously back to the young woman after.

-She is an excellent craftswoman when it comes to flower crowns or wreaths, any kind of braiding and she's got it. Any holiday decoration that requires it, she is almost definitely your girl. When asked about it, she admitted that she'd learned how to braid as a tiny tot and had taken to it like a fish to water, flower crowns, her hair, other people's hair, she hadn't cared. It was something she could do while she zoned out, kept her hands busy. It's not uncommon to see Mikaela, Sable, Kate and Meg all sitting together, Mikaela and Kate gossiping while the two of them braid Meg and Sable's hair. Rarely does Yui and Jane join in but they are there more for the gossip than the hair bonding.

-The Entity seems to have a soft spot for Kate as she is the only survivor currently who managed to escape being caught by the being once before, a fact Kate is always quite wary of. As such while she is sure that she could get away with more than her fellow survivors, she never asks for anything. Unwilling to put herself into the back pocket of the being running the show the way that Feng or David have seemed to, or at least it comes off that way to her. A disturbing fact that Kate has not caught onto yet, is the Entity is trying to prime her to become a Killer in the long run. While all the survivors have traits that can be exploited, Kate seems to be the only one the Entity wants to have working against her fellows.

-The sort of songs that Kate always jumps to when the group needs a pick me up are all gentle ballads and a couple of Carrie Underwoods more popular numbers, with some soft rock songs for Jeff, who she has a soft spot for as he is the closest thing to something familiar she has. The two of them are close with their love of music and Kate is always the one to comfort the man when he frets about his pup back home.

-Yun-Jin while a singer, followed a different genre and her constant critiquing of Kate, has her often biting her tongue when the older woman speaks. She holds nothing against her but she makes a point occasionally to ignore any song suggestions that the K-pop star and manager throws out during campfire song time. Believing that you attract more flies with honey than vinegar and often her critiques leave a bad taste in Kate's mouth. The difference in music styles between the two is extremely apparent.

-Kate doesn't have a. . .great relationship with any of the killers by any means but there are a few that she can't help but feel for so she always goes a little softer on them than she would normally. One such is The Hillbilly. She cuts the southern barbs down to nothing when she goes up against him, feeling a deep wound hiding behind his rage. Kate tries not to stun him unless it's to help someone out and she often calls out soft encouragement when he misses a charge, feeling a twinge of something in her chest hearing his pained noises. She suspects there's a story there but she is not one to leave the safety of the campfire often, so she has no idea what it is.

-She is probably one of the few survivors that could befriend him should she ever decide to be brave and give it a good try.

Hi! So long time no see. Apologies there.

Um so I've been working on chapter 3 of the Bakery Witch and I've noticed that how i write now is different to how i write (slightly) when i started this series years ago.

So i started re-writing it just to make reading over it for reference easier for me. No plot points change just more info is given in some places, someplaces has less info cuz it's not as important.

The language is a bit more flowery.

So my question to ya'll is

Would you like me to post the re-written chapters? or would you like me to just keep the older ones up as they are and continue on with what i'm doing for the newer ones?

Prompt list: Send in a flower for an AU- Carnation: Mobsters AU

I think this sort of ended up swaying away from ‘Mobster’ into just ‘gang au’ but i hope you enjoy none the less! Tossed in some reader headcanons after being bit with the idea bug. (Not proof read, please feel free to yell if you see any mistakes <3 )

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The Head/Boss-Nadia

-’Nobody touches my circus’ She’s very protective of her Mobster group, she begins to regret how protective she is of Julian when her and Portia have to reel him in or bail him out of situations where he has tried to out-con someone. -Weapon of choice is an intricate handgun. Nadia prefers flair over size while also making sure her handgun is practical and will work when she needs it to -Faust 100% loves to hang out with Nadia if Julian, you or Asra aren’t around.

-Hears all the interesting gossip from Portia, the two of them sit down at least once a week and just trade gossip over tea.

-She was definitely the one to kill Lucio, everyone else tries to cover for her whenever she outwardly and casually admits to it.

-She comes from a Mobster family herself, her sisters are especially protective of her and were the ones to originally encourage/give their blessings over her plan to murder Lucio when they finally met him the night of their wedding. They were also quietly snickering in the background when their parents gave her the typical ‘no blood on the carpet’ lecture.

-When she’s mad, she turns to cold calculating fury. Try to plead for your life and she will not care, she will shoot you dead in the head. You have seen many a low level would be-mobster that tried cutting a deal with anyone inside or outside their mob group, begging and pleading on their knees for mercy from Nadia. It never did end well.

-People know better than to disturb her after she’s retired for the evening as the last person who tried died after she answered the door in a dressing gown and wearing a face mask and shot them in the head for disturbing her.

Conman-Julian

Tries to con people who have been in the game far longer than him, Portia is normally the one who has to tell Nadia to bail him out of trouble as she’s normally the first one to connect the dots when there are whispers going around about him.

Will use his charm on people to swindle the pants right off them, he has no shame about flirting with people in order to get what he wants.

Almost always will be found in bars, you are always seen with him, dragging his drunk ass home with Asra and Faust trailing behind you both. With Asra still saying that you could turn around and dump Julian back at the bar.

Argues with his sister a lot when they meet to switch info because she always protests to them meeting in bars

He was in theater growing up and is very very good at coming up with alias and backstories on the spot and knows how to stick to them. He has drop spots for disguises.

Back during Lucio’s parents' reign and their fight with the Satrinava’s over power and territory, Julian and Portia’s parents end up dying in the crossfire. Nadia as a child then found them and upon finding out about Mazelinka, she managed to convince her parents to send the siblings to live with her.

Julian ended up joining back when Lucio was in charge with the goal in mind to murder Lucio for revenge, finding out his sister had joined for the same reason a year or so later.

It was of course very unneeded as Nadia soon took control out from under Lucio and both siblings saw him for the pathetic man that he was after Nadia killed him. Both siblings decided to hang around, finding a small family in the group.

Guard/Muscle/Fear factor-Muriel

Muriel is very tattooed, both arms full sleeves, chest and back tattoos. Has a half-finished image of a fox and wolf on the back of his right shoulder.

He still has Inanna who he rescued as a small pup. Nadia when taking control from Lucio was horrified at the “exotic” animal trades the former boss allowed to go on. While she put a stop to it, a last bunch of animals was bought in. Unfortunately Inanna’s mother had died during transit leaving the young pup alone. Whilst trying to find places for them all, Muriel often found himself visiting the young pup and she bonded to him quite quickly. The rest is simply history 

Sticks to Asra’s side like glue, It does help deals go smoothly with him standing nearby, death glaring with his arms crossed, hand gun in a holster in easy grabbing range.

Refuses to let anyone but you and Asra near him when he’s injured, completely ignoring Julian’s medical experience (That man went to medical school for nothing) 

Also doubles as the driver as he “would not trust any of you with a car much less a valid license” with a glare at Julian who very much accidentally wrecked the last car he was allowed to drive. He still insists it wasn’t his fault, Muriel simply does not believe him.

Spy-Portia

Is Nadia’s right-hand woman and simply tells her everything that goes on. To the smallest birthdays to the biggest mole or traitor plots, nothing goes on that Portia then Nadia does not know about. 

You still aren’t sure how Portia found out your birthday. The day of one year, you were simply getting some paperwork done at the hosptial you otherwise worked at and had gotten a surprise birthday delivery. The note a simple “Happy birthday!” signed with a P with a large basket of your favourite treats inside. 

Acts as a ‘mole hunter’ with the workers. Turns her natural charm and bright smiles up to a 100% when dealing with those not in the main circle, acting chattery and disguises her prodding for information as wanting to truly get to know a person.

Much to Julian’s worry, Portia is the one that is sent in to rival groups to scoup out if they are a threat or not. The woman can more than handle herself (she fights very dirty) but she is always able to get away safely and come back with all the needed details.

As the one main (and only one still licensed) doctor they have in their back pocket, when Portia has nothing to do and Nadia has requested no one disturb her. Portia often comes to engage in idle chatter to you as you work in the small medical room you’ve been given as yours, especially if her brother has managed to get himself injured again. The two of you teaming up against him is vicious but full of love (mostly)

Cannot stand her brother’s “information drop spot” which are often all in small dive bars with rotten reputations that smell like cheap beer and piss, often muttering that “at least cafe’s don’t smell as awful” even if she much prefers tea to coffee. 

Smuggler-Asra

Joined the group originally under duress, he had been orphaned from a young age and was caught stealing. After being put in the local juvenile detention center, no one really wanted to risk fostering a “troubled child” until some of Lucio’s parents men scouted him. He wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter. 

It’s Asra’s job to smuggle anything the mob needs in or out of the country, weapons, chemicals, people, the occasional rare tea or expensive item. Anything you need, he is able to find, secure and get. No matter the time it takes

He is also in charge of making sure deals with small gangs, gun dealers, drug lords and other mob groups go without a hitch. Often Muriel is never really needed as Asra is quite good at saying things that sound much more like promises of what is to come rather than meaningless threats.

Asra is also most often the one to visit you out of ‘office hours’ so to speak, coming to visit after a shfit at the hospital, always there when you need to de-stress or just relax and chat with a friend. On the evenings he stays late, the next morning there is often food waiting for you and whatever mess made the night before cleaned up. no matter how many times you insist he doesn’t have to, he’s a guest in your home and a friend, it falls on deaf ears every times.

Ex-Boss-Lucio

Lucio simply inherited the business after his parents met with unfortunate ends that he swore up and down he had nothing to do with contrary to popular rumours that he was in the fact the one to take them out. The how has been speculated at as there was no information released about it. 

No love was spared to anyone under his thumb, the mortality rate dropped dramatically after Nadia took over for Lucio saw everyone that he didn’t have a use for as expendable. His parents had drilled into him since birth that he and his were the only things worth looking out for.

Lucio while originally unhappy about being married off to Nadia purely for the sake of stopping the territory war of their parents, he did eventually come to enjoy the slight banter between them both. He would never say they were close but they were friendly for a while. 

He hadn’t ever expected Nadia to be the one to take him out, on his knees, staring up at the barrel of her gun, he tried everything to get her to put the gun away. Furious at her betrayal but not wanting to die, saying anything he thought might sway her. Seeing after a few minutes that he was having no affect, he made a lunge up for her weapon. There was pain, an sympathetic word said missed as the pounding of his heart rang in his ears then nothing.

His body was burned, staged as a warehouse fire spread out of control. His underlings had no love for him so no one questioned it as Nadia stepped into the head of the family. The business doing better for it.

Doctor that helps on the side- Reader 

You were a doctor at the local hospital, dedicated to helping all those that needed it, choosing life over personal choice. It didn’t matter to you what someone had done, they could face judgement after they had healed. You took careful care to make sure no one died under your watch.

Your flawless reputation was why one evening, there was a loud pounding knock at your backdoor. Startled, you’d grabbed your handgun from the cupboard and carefully opened the door, finding a large tattoo’ed man standing there, holding up a white haired person, blood staining his shirt from the bullet wound in his side.

You’d ushered them both in and quickly gotten to work, making mild chit chat with who you now knew as Asra while Muriel watched with lazer focused worry. After making sure Asra would be alright, you’d set them both up in the living room with strict orders to rest for the night.

You came out the next morning with breakfast waiting for you, the living room spotless and a note of ‘thank you’ on your kitchen counter.

Julian and Portia had been the next two you’d met, Asra and Portia dragging Julian in through your backdoor ungracefully while Asra regaled you of the most recent bar fight the red head started, the reason for his broken ribs, bloodied face and bruised nose. 

Lastly you’d met Nadia, Portia bringing her to your front door to thank you for the work you’d been doing for their friends. Nadia insisting on payment while you argued that it was your oath to help those in need. A wasted arguement as Nadia informed you that if you did not want the money then she would simply make a donation to your place of work instead. Something you both agreed on and a deal was unofficially made. 

You quickly became the only doctor they personally went to or sent for when there were injuried. Coming to consider you part of their family, a dangerous label but you had begun to enjoy their company so one you took with pride.