#mod viena

Junkrat

You broke through the surface of the water and approached the junker waiting on the shore, smiling warmly at your warm-blooded friend.

“Oi,” you called, adopting the greeting he always threw at you. Junkrat grinned wide, stooping down to your level as you beached yourself moments after.

“Oi, cutie,” he chirped. In his hand was a large bag, and already you were trying to keep a straight face. “Rounded up somethin’ special for you today!”

Jamison had a habit of just…bringing you things in an effort to court you. Ever since you’d expressed your love for collecting, he’d arrived every single day with something new for you to take home to your cave. It was a sweet enough gesture, you knew, but not everything he brought was…well…

Desirable.

“Oh?” you said, pretending to be interested. Junkrat nodded enthusiastically and reached his hand into the bag, pulling out - “Oh!!”

It was a very large, very shiny, jewel. Immediately, your webbed hands shot out and grabbed it from him, grinning wide and squealing with delight as you inspected it.

“Figured you’d fancy a diamond. How’d I do?” he asked. You barely paid enough attention to nod a response, watching it glitter in the sunlight and reflect pleasingly against your scales. Yes, this one was going to look very nice in your cave.

“Jamison, it’s beautiful,” you said, “thank you! Finally, a gift for my collection!”

“Heh, what about all the other things I gave ya?” he asked. Your face reddened in surprise, having not intended to let him know that most of his ‘gifts’ were actually rotting somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.

“Er…” you mumbled, shooting him a smile, “Uh, never mind that…”

McCree

The familiar sound of his spurs against the ground was what made you lift your head from the rock you’d been peacefully sunbathing on, siting up to regard him on the shore with a drowsy smile.

“Howdy, sugar,” Jesse greeted, smiling widely at the sight of you, “ya gonna lie there and cook all day or are ya gonna swim over here an’ greet a fella?”

“I’m not sure,” you teased, flicking the edge of your tail in the water, “this is a really nice rock. Very comfy.”

“Yer not even gonna come over fer this?” he asked, holding up a box in his hand. Your curiosity piqued, you approached him and beached yourself with a grin. “Greedy, ain’t ya?”

“Only because I have someone willing to enable me,” you responded, reaching up for him. Jesse stooped down and sat on the ground, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before presenting the box to you. You ignored the flutter in your chest and ignored his flirtatious gesture in favor of tearing excitedly into the package.

“Oh! It’s a…” you said, your enthusiasm dimming in seconds, “it’s a…erm…”

“A fork!” Jesse declared proudly, as if it were the end all, be all of gifts to offer a mermaid you were trying to romance. “Suppose yer kind call 'em Dinglehoppers.”

You couldn’t help it. A snort left your mouth, and then a snort turned into a giggle, and then you were outright laughing. This idiot cowboy wasn’t serious, was he?

“I’m not sure if you know,” you smirked once you’d managed to calm down, “but The Little Mermaid is not an accurate portrayal of mer-person culture. Or intelligence. I know what silverware is.”

“W-well, shoot, darlin’,” McCree stammered, smiling sheepishly at you, “that wasn’t racist o’ me, was it?”

You smiled and shook your head, handing the fork back. He took it without complaint.

You didn’t list a specific creature, so I’ve gone ahead and made the S/O a merperson!

Soldier: 76

Low-key disturbed by their enormous hoard of everyday items

They show him a broken cellphone and excitedly call it a magic voice-snatcher

“I’ve seen humans talk to it! Apparently their loved ones’ voices are trapped inside, and they have to talk to the device and convince it to give the voice back!”

They show him a microwave and call it a miniature nuclear bomb

“This one doesn’t seem to work, which is a shame. I was hoping to destroy a rival mer-clan…”

Jack doesn’t know how to tell them that these items aren’t nearly as fantastical as they seem. He starts by telling them the correct names.

“That’s a cellphone. It…doesn’t trap voices.”

“Oh, Jack, you don’t have to lie to me!”

Reaper

Thinks the whole thing is hilarious

“Are you dense? That’s a fork. It’s used to shovel food in our mouths when it’s too messy to use our hands.”

Makes fun of his merperson lover, who is unamused

“Oh yeah? So I can’t use this to spear you through the head?”

Reaper stops picking fun, but he will amusingly correct the names of the junk they’ve hoarded, and repeatedly tell them that they’re, in fact, hoarding junk

McCree

He thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed

“And this thing is a…is a um…a flinger! It flings things!”

The stories they make up for the everyday items they collected from the humans are more entertaining than the real stories behind them

“Yeap, that there’s a Grade A flinger, babe! Can’t believe y'all found one in such good condition!”

It’s just a spoon

Jesse doesn’t care, he’s so proud of his s/o’s collection

Sometimes he’ll even bring things he thinks they might like

“Darlin’, wanna see somethin’ cool?”

You begrudgingly secured Reinhardt’s chains to the wall of the cell, stashing the key in your pocket and kissing his brow when you finished.

“It is only once a month, dearest,” he assured you, nuzzling your nose with his and causing you to smile a little, “it will be morning before you know it.”

“I know,” you mumbled, crossing your arms, “I just hate that we have to keep locking you up in the base all by yourself for the night. The least we could do is secure you in your bedroom, where there’s blankets and to lay on…”

“A cold little room is nothing to this warrior, especially no werewarrior!” he boasted, laughing heartily. You smiled wider and shook your head, giving him one more kiss before shutting the cell door behind you. “Goodnight, meine Geliebte; I will see you soon!”

“See you soon,” you nodded, leaving the detainment area of Gibraltar and heading back to your room for the evening.

oOo

“Soon” ended up arriving earlier than intended. A large team of Talon agents had managed to disable Athena and infiltrate the base, and were it not for Lena being such a light sleeper, they would’ve done much more damage than they had. She quickly darted from room to room, waking everyone up and informing them of the situation.

Your heart leapt into your throat at the sounds of gunfire that filled the halls in the dead of night, quickly grabbing ahold of your firearm and rushing out in little more than your nightclothes. Taking out only a few Talon agents, you found yourself quickly being overwhelmed, and the others were too preoccupied to come to your aid.

You managed to take out another agent when a long, loud howl echoed down the corridor, and felt a chill run down your spine.

Reinhardt was chained up, defenseless, in a cell. You needed to get to him before Talon did.

Taking off in a dead sprint, you headed for the detainment cells, skidding to a halt in front of your lover’s door and looking in.

A large, white wolf snarled and thrashed inside, staring wildly at you with one, blue eye, the other rendered useless and covered with a painfully familiar scar. The sight of his struggling made you hesitate.

“Reinhardt,” you called softly, hand lingering on the cell door, “Reinhardt, it’s me. Do you recognize me, love? I’m going to open the door and unchain you, okay? Before Talon tries to hurt -”

One of the infiltrating agents must’ve followed you, because the next thing you knew, a bullet was in your side, and you were on the ground. You gasped, pressing a hand against the wound and coughing harshly.

“Keh, don’t die on me,” the agent, a male, sneered, “Reaper wants all of you alive for experimentation.”

He reached down and roughly grabbed you by the arm, causing you to cry out, and then the sound of snapping chains filled the space. In another second, the cell door creaked and groaned as Reinhardt snapped it off its hinges with two, large claws, snarling viciously.

“Oh, shi-”

The werewolf tackled the Talon member to the ground, jaws snapping shut around his throat and beginning to rend him to pieces. You watched the massacre with wide eyes, panting harshly from a combination of pain and fear.

Once the man was dead on the ground, Reinhardt whipped his head around and stared at you. You flinched away and tried to drag yourself along the floor, the gun wound making it difficult. The werewolf approached you quickly, and you braced yourself for death, hoping that the man didn’t blame himself for the accident.

“R-Reinhardt, don’t!”

He pounced, one paw coming down to pin you in place, and lowered his head to…

Start nuzzling your wound.

You opened your eyes as he started whining, nosing your hand out of the way and beginning to lick the bullet wound in your side, and slumped against the ground in relieved laughter.

“R-Reinhardt…you recognize me?”

He huffed and snorted in response, licking your injury a few more times before lying protectively on top of you, his gaze trained on the end of the hallway. You reasoned that he was shielding you from other potential Talon members, resigning yourself to wait underneath him. You knew that if you tried to move or stand, the werewolf would only pin you back down again.

He growled at your teammates when they entered the detainment wing to help the two of you a short while later, snapping his jaws in warning.

“[Name], are you -”

“I’m fine,” you groaned, “I got shot. Reinhardt took the guy out for me.”

At the mention of his name, Reinhardt howled and nosed your face, licking it a few times before resuming his threatening glares at your friends.

“I, uh, don’t think he’ll move until the sun comes up…” you said, reaching out your hand to gently scratch at the werewolf’s alabaster fur. At least, now, you knew that Reinhardt wasn’t completely feral in this form. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be chained up in the future.

Jesse was originally going to eat them, but he was swayed by their blubbering sobs passionate pleas to stay alive

He let them go with a huff, claiming that flesh tasted bad covered in tears and perfume

He secretly really liked their perfume

They came back, surprisingly enough, and asked to inspect his stump arm. His curiosity beat his hesitation, so he complied

They gave him a metal arm that hooked into the nerves of the stump and allowed him to wiggle the fingers; in his gratitude, he excitedly told them to wait on the shore and he’d be back

He went to his little treasure cave and brought them a plethora of jewelry

“I don’t really wear it, s’just nice t’collect. Sorry, they’re sorta all tangled together, but y’can keep ‘em all. Thanks fer the arm, darlin’.”

It becomes a thing, to trade various things with each other; they bring Jesse things like food to try and shiny metals they think he’d like, and he returns long-missing jewelry and other artifacts that’ve been lost to humans for centuries

“J-Jesse, this is the missing necklace from the Titanic!”

“Well, shoot, yer welcome I guess. What’s a Titantic?”

Jesse pls

Eventually he starts to bring items that look to be higher quality and other personal gifts

“I-I uh, found this ring. It matches yer eyes; figured you’d want it.”

One day, they come to him without a physical item to trade, and he jokingly asks if they ran out of stuff

“Nope,” they say, “come closer and I’ll give it to you.”

They lean forward when Jesse does, and give him a kiss. 

He grins wide and pulls them into the water, holding them close

“You sayin’ yer my gift? ‘Cause that’s not somethin’ I feel like tradin’ away.”

Implied/slight nsfw! Descriptions of a steamy time ahead!

Genji enjoyed sex.

Truly, he did; he sort of had to, being an incubus and all, but there was something about the act that gave him a real rush. The Shimada wasn’t a very picky lover when he was weak, more desperate for energy than a good lay, but most of the time he was simply rolling around in someone else’s bed sheets for the fun of it.

It was hard to choose a long-standing energy source, especially those that were okay with his cybernetic body. Sure, he’d fuck anyone to be replenished, but he preferred a consistent person to lie with. He liked hanging around the ones whose energy tasted the sweetest, who filled him up the most. He liked the ones that weren’t in it for a relationship. He liked the ones that were hedonistic, and willing to get a little rough once in a while.

He liked you. He liked you a lot.

Your scent was what enticed him in the first place, when you’d joined Overwatch, and it wasn’t hard to explain his situation to you. To his surprise, all you’d done was smirk and laugh a little.

“Let me know the next time you’re hungry, then,” you purred, gently running your finger against a vent in his shoulder before sauntering off, “always happy to help a teammate.”

That encounter had happened months ago. He thought of it now, as he watched your face contort in pleasure, and drank in the utterly delectable sounds leaving your mouth. He always feasted better when his partner was also enjoying themselves, and right now you were filling him up. He ran his hands over your body, the scent of your excitement one that he wished he could bottle up and store away for a rainy day, and silenced you with a deep kiss.

There it was. The energy you emitted tasted so much sweeter when he got to pull it from your mouth himself, intoxicating him with its power. Genji loved having you underneath him, your exposed, flushed skin standing beautifully out against his sheets and looking up into his eyes, something akin to euphoria painting your beautiful face. In a fleeting moment of intimacy that he’d never expressed before, he reached up and gently cupped a cheek, tracing your lips with a thumb and cooing quietly at you in the darkened room.

“G-Genji,” you panted, shuddering from the pleasure he was giving you, and he groaned. He wanted his name to be the only thing that came from your lovely voice, wanted his name to be the only thing in your vocabulary.

It was after the both of you had finished, lying in bed with an arm curled around your sleeping form, that the thought hit him. Eyes widening, he found it hard to breathe when one, stupidly simple phrase appeared, unbidden, in his mind:

He loved you.

It was true, he realized, beginning to put pieces together in his head. Genji sought you out, not only for pleasure but for genuine companionship. He found you occupying his thoughts at increasing intervals, but he’d always brushed it off as idle lust. He found himself coming to your aid in battle before anyone else’s, and wanting to train with you, and sitting closest to you in the mess hall and on the transport ships. He was drawn to you, as a person, and not just a food source.

The thought frightened him. Absentmindedly, his arm curled tighter around your form, and you mumbled incoherently in your sleep before settling back down.

Genji stared at you, his eyes fixated on your own, bright orbs, which were hidden behind charmingly long lashes, and slowly lied down and tucked you against his chest. His vents released a puff of air as he closed his eyes and began to relax, willing himself to join you in Dreamland.

He would deal with this tomorrow, he reasoned, feeling the last vestiges of consciousness slipping away. He smiled as you turned to bury your face in his neck, thinking that maybe it wasn’t so bad being in love. Monogamy suited the incubus better, anyway.

Widowmaker

Amelie loved you - at least, she loved you as much as she was able - but whatever you were doing with all of your pillows and blankets at this moment was beyond her. The sniper watched you bustle happily around in midst of this wintery evening before curiosity got the best of her.

“What is the purpose of this…structure?” she asked. You turned your head with a mischievous grin and waved her closer.

“It’s a pillow fort! Haven’t you ever made one before?” you replied, delicately arranging the pillows around and in front of the couch in the living room. Looking satisfied, you then proceeded to climb through the opening and invited her to join you. “We can snuggle inside, to ward away the cold!”

Amelie didn’t immediately move to join you. “This does not look sound. Why would you go through the effort of constructing this fort when you can simply bundle up, or turn up the thermostat?”

“Cause those options aren’t fun,” you stated, like it was the simplest answer on earth. You enthusiastically gestured her closer and she finally complied, approaching you and slowly crawling inside. “Isn’t this fun? Now we can cuddle and watch television!”

Amelie refrained from telling you that the same thing could be done by sharing a blanket on the couch, giving in to your more childish mannerisms and slinging an arm around you.

“Fun,” she deadpanned. You laughed, kissing her cheek to thank her for indulging you.

Mercy

“May I open my eyes now?” Angela asked. You giggled and told her to wait just a moment longer, the sound of rustling fabric filling the rec room as you finished whatever it was that you were doing. The medic waited with a patient smile, wondering what on earth required this much setup, and then opened her eyes when you excitedly told her to.

“Ta-da!!” you cried, standing next to an impressively large pillow fort. You’d grabbed some chairs to support the blankets on the sides, using the pillows to cushion the ground, and invited her to step closer. “D'you like it?”

“It’s…” Angela said, resisting a chuckle, “very big. How many other team members let you borrow their blankets and pillows?”

She admired the colorful array of fabric that made up the fort; within the structure she could see Lucio’s froggy throw, Hana’s MLG pillow, Reinhardt’s comforter, and even a spare serape from McCree. You ignored her question in favor of climbing inside and settling down in the cushioned space, patting the spot beside you.

“Figured you could use a break from the med bay. What better way to stave off the wintery chill than by snuggling with your amazing, creative, funny, wonderful partner?”

“So humble, too,” Angela smirked, relenting to your request and climbing inside the fort. It was surprisingly nice, and even better when you circled your arms around her waist and gave her a sweet kiss.

Sombra

You sat back on your heels with a satisfied sigh, admiring your handiwork. The pillow fort wasn’t the best, given that the Talon base wasn’t particularly well furnished aside from the essentials, but you did what you could.

“Mi amor, what’s this?” you heard behind you. Turning, Sombra entered your field of vision, appraising your fort with an unreadable expression.

“Hi, babe,” you grinned meekly, rubbing your arms, “ah, it’s pretty cold in the base, y'know? Reaper doesn’t seem keen on turning up the heat, so I figured I’d build something we could cuddle and chill under for a while; at least before one of the assholes comes by and knocks it down later.”

Sombra stared at you a moment, vibrant purple eyes flickering to your fort, and then she vanished completely. You watched her use her ability with a disappointed sigh, rising to your feet to begin taking the fort back down. You gave it a shot, at least. Maybe she just wasn’t into stuff like this.

Suddenly, she materialized in front of you again, causing you to jump back with a surprised yelp. Her face shifted into amusement, dropping the sudden, huge bundle of blankets and pillows in her arms.

“Your fort’s a little small,” she shrugged, bending over to begin augmenting the structure, “figured we’d spice it up a lil’ more before we hang inside, comprende?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, excited, and helped your girlfriend. “Where’d you get all these from, babe?”

“Ohh, you’ll find out when it’s light’s-out,” the hacker smirked, reaching over to boop your nose.

McCree

He probably understands more than most. A lifetime of gunfire and high-intensity situations would make it hard to adjust to a quieter setting.

It would take him a bit, but he’d learn to identify your signs of overstimulation. Getting you somewhere quiet would be his first move, followed by holding you close and gently running his flesh hand through your hair.

He’d stay with you for as long as you needed, focused on calming you down enough to focus again

Hanzo

Being isolated for ten years after murdering his brother would probably make him develop a preference for quiet spaces. He’s found a plethora of nice areas to hide in at the Watch Point when social interaction becomes a little too bothersome to deal with.

He recognizes your signs as sensory overload because he can see them in himself, and would kindly offer to take you somewhere quieter

He’ll calmly sit with you in one of his hiding spots and tell you about all the others he’s found, letting you know that you can go to them whenever you need a space to recollect yourself.

If he finds you in one of his quiet spots, he’ll just offer you a knowing nod

Lucio

I like to think he actually experiences a lot of sensory overload, which is why he makes so much music. If he gets too stressed out, he can just pop his headphones on and drift in the sound for a while.

If he sees you becoming uncomfortable in a particular situation, he’ll invite you back to his room/studio to chill out and let his music fill the silence for a while.

You’ll most likely end up with a “spontaneous” present of some noise-cancelling headphones and a CD full of soothing jams that Lucio totally didn’t spend a week composing to perfection

Zenyatta

Sensing unease in others is kind of what he was made for, so when he takes notice of your discomfort, he immediately takes action.

He’d be more than willing to calmly extract you from the overloading situation and bring you somewhere quiet, like the cliff side overlooking Gibraltar

The nice thing about sitting with an omnic monk is that he doesn’t really care if you speak or not. He’s happy to fill the silence by conversing for the both of you, talking about how lovely the sky looks that day or remarking that a certain bird has lovely plumage. He won’t pressure you into a response, just assures you that he’s here to listen.

If it happens again, he’ll try to take you to different scenic places every time, wanting you to feel calm in every environment while also indulging in some gentle sightseeing