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wispyatomica · 7 years

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Kay, here's a prompt for Dvarat: Hana is forced to introduce Junkrat to one (or both) overbearing parents, and she's super nervous until Junkrat charms her mom with some random thing and he's instantly accepted into the Song fam.

Hoooo BOI this is gonna be a toughie, but here we go!

Meeting the Song Family (A D.Va/Junkrat Short)

Hana paced nervously back and forth in her quarters at the Overwatch base in Watchpoint Gibraltar. She had been working exclusively with Overwatch since their resurgance in light of the potential second Omnic Crisis and as such had spent a long time away from her parents. The previous night, she was given a chance to break away from the missions that Morrison and Reyes had planned out. It was during one of her nightly calls with her parents that she was invited to come back home to Busan, South Korea for a visit. She was nervous to say the least, as this time they insisted that she bring her boyfriend along with her. That was bad. Hana had told them about meeting somebody that she truly liked, but she had yet to tell them that he was the international criminal known as Jamison Fawkes, AKA Junkrat.

She had spoken with Junkrat about the meeting several times, her almost attempting to make him refuse to go with her, but every time she inquired he was 100% going to go with her. It was in times like that she really hated his stubborn attitude. Her parents would not be used to the dirt and soot that he was always covered in, something she had a strange fondness to, so she requested for him to actually clean up. All she could hope was that he actually wore a shirt. Her pacing and thought recollection was interrupted as the knock of a metallic hand hit her door. Her heart skipping a beat as she dared to move towards it and see if Jamie had truly cleaned up, and to her utter surprise, he had.

In front of the open door stood Junkrat as clean as a whistle. The permadirt that was already embedded into his skin was hardly noticeable as the grime and soot that normally covered it was cleaned away. His hair was slicked back as best as he could with the balding spots and to Hana’s surprise was not on fire. She was awestruck more by his clothes, as he wore a nice pair of tan capri khaki’s and a burnt orange button up shirt. She hardly noticed that her jaw was gaping as Junkrat struck a pose in front of her, waving his prosthetic limb in front of her face.

“Whaddya think, ‘Bun?”

“I think I could get used to this.” Hana responded with a cheeky grin, stepping out of her room and into the light of the hall way. “But I still prefer the old one.”

Junkrat responded with a sly grin, wrapping an arm around her waist and bringing his lips to her nose for a delicate kiss. With her approval of his own attire, he turned his amber eyes to her attire, having yet to compliment her was quite unusual for him. She was wearing a pink sundress and shawl combination that he and Mako had found for her on a shopping trip recently. Strange thought it was, Jamison Fawkes the stealing international criminal, shopping like a normal citizen.

“Ya look beautiful darl’!” He moved his hands around her upper torso, lifting her from the ground in a light spin. Hana chuckled at his amusement and normal overreaction to her appearance, but the showering of his affections was one of the things that she loved about him so much. “Come on Jagiya, the shuttle is waiting for us!” Once she was placed back on the ground, she took hold of his prosthetic limb, flesh digits delicately intertwining with his mechanical ones as she lead him through the Gibraltar base towards the launch bay for their ships. They passed several other Overwatch members, including Angela and Jack. The former bid the two a wonderful trip whilst the latter merely crossed his arms and furrowed his brow. Jack still found himself unapproving of the couple, and this grunt of annoyance was met with a firm smack on the shoulder by Mercy.

“Let them be happy, Jack. She’s not in any danger with him.”

“I know, she just…she reminds me of what I could have had…” Morrison lowered his head, standing from his seat as he patted Mercy on the shoulder before heading back to his own quarters for some rest.

The flight from Gibraltar to Busan, South Korea was surprisingly short in Overwatch’s state of the art ships. Junkrat and Hana were latched together the entire flight, one of her arms weaved through his so that she could play on her handheld gaming pad while Junkrat watched. His favorite thing about her was quite possibly how passionate she was about video games just as he was passionate about his own explosive tendencies. Once the ship had landed, the couple grabbed a cab to Hana’s home. It was on the ritzy side of Busan, where most of the aristocrat types of the modern age lived, and the farther they got into the neighborhood the more nervous Junkrat got.

“This place is a bit posh for me, darl’. Ya sure yer parents are gonna like me?”

“Of course they will, Jamie. They know that I’m happy with you.”

Jamison smiled in response to that, bringing his normal hand to her cheek and pulling her head towards hers in a kiss as the cab approached the Song residence. Waiting outside the door of the house was a couple standing side by side. The woman was dressed similar to Hana, a semi-formal flower printed dress with long brown wavy hair falling down her chest. The man next to her was dressed in a white button up shirt and gray vest combination with slick black pants. Seeing their figures in the distance made Junkrat even more nervous, and Hana could sense that as the grip he had on her hand tightened. She gripped his hand back, offering him a reassuring smile as she opened the door to her cab.

“Eomma! Appa!”

Hana exclaimed with excitement as she darted up the stairs and into the open embrace of both of her parents. The two hugged their little girl tight, happy to finally see her after so many months on the Overwatch base, until the two of them remembered the guest that she brought with them. Hana’s father was the first to let go of his daughter, followed by her mother who both turned to see the blonde haired Australian as he awkwardly exited the cab. His posture was slightly slouched over and he was no doubt visibly nervous. The Songs looked at him curiously as Hana left their side to approach her significant other.

“I recognize him from the news, dear. He’s that wanted criminal.”

“She didn’t tell us that.” Her father responded in hushed Korean as Hana led Jamison up the stairs of the Song residence. She held onto his normal hand tightly, she could feel the clamy sweat of his palms and knew that he was nervous.

“Eomma, Appa. This is Jamison Fawkes. He’s my boyfriend.” Hana was slightly nervous to introduce her parents to him, but she spoke with a pride that made Junkrat feel a bit more reassured.

Jamie nervously waved his prosthetic limb to both of them, before remembering what Hana had mentioned before about bowing in their culture. He lowered his head for a moment, wild blond hair tips fizzing with embers in the shade of the building. Hana smiled to this gesture, happy that he remembered something about her culture and how important it was to show respect to family. She then leaned her head in, it was time that she hoped her teaching skills paid off. She gave Junkrat an encouraging look, much to the Australian’s discourse as he raised his head back up to look at both parents.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The words were spoken in an awkward but not unintelligble Korean language, though the accent did humor both of Hana’s parents. Their postures changed as both laughed slightly before motioning for the two to come inside. Hana pulled Junkrat up the stairs as he was still in shock that they for the time being seemed to be tolerating him, perhaps Hana was right after all. Maybe they could come to like him despite his worldwide known history with crime.

The family sat down in the living room, noticing a lot of memorabilia in their home dedicated to Hana and the work that she had done as part of the Korean Military. It was rather impressive to say the least, and daunting on him that he was even in this situation to begin with, from the perspective that he sat at, she was way out of his league. Once Junkrat was sat down in the living room, both parents urged Hana in Korean to come help them prepare some tea for the visit. She felt a nervous tingle ride up her spine as Junkrat looked over from the couch with a bushy brow raised.

“Hana Song you did not tell us that you were dating an international criminal!”

“This is rather unorthodox sweetheart, how did you even meet him.

Hana crossed her arms, the parents were overbearing as per the usual, had she been blessed with a sibling, perhaps some of this attention would have been diverted.

“He’s not dangerous, Mom. We met because of Overwatch, I really do love him!”

“Sweetheart, what if he’s just trying to trick you to steal something of ours?”

“He’s not like that mom!”

“He better not have laid hands on you.” Her father spoke in such a stern voice, no doubt referring to the fact that she was legally an adult.

“I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad! And he wouldn’t hurt me!”

The argument was faded to Jamison’s ears, but he could no doubt hear the dispute in the foreign language that he was hardly associated with aside from that beginning statement. He bit his lip for a moment, tapping his peg leg on the carpet a few times before he hopped to his feet and moved into the kitchen. Hana’s mom had been preparing a pot of tea the entire dispute, her father on the other hand was opposite of the island in the kitchen and giving his daughter a stern lecture. It was when Jamison entered the room that focus shifted to them, and Hana felt even more nervous than before her parents had called her aside.

“Jagiya, what are yo-”

“Mrs. S, I almos’ forgot I got ya a lil’ somethin’ as a gift.” Junkrat pulled a small box out of his pocket, extending the box in his prosthetic limb. Her mother was hesitant, before she took the box from his hand and looked it over carefully. Hana herself was perplexed by the box, he had never mentioned that he bought her mother a gift. She shot him a questionable look, to which he shrugged his shoulders and gave her a quizzical and amused facial response.

Mrs. Song was careful to open the box, but when she did she saw a beautiful pendant and matching earring set. The charm of the necklace was a rose carefully crafted and bent out of the finest silver metal and the earrings matched the studs. Hana was shocked and appalled as she got a closer look to the jewelry set.

“Jamie, did you make this yourself?”

“Sure did, darl!”

Mr. Song inspected the jewelry for a moment himself, stepping closer to his wife as she turned around with a shocked but humbled smile on her face. She responded to him in crystal clear English, “Thank you, Mr. Fawkes. They are lovely.”

“No need ta thank me, Mrs. S. They’ll look splendid on ya!”

Mrs. Song smiled in response to his comment as Junkrat stepped closer to Hana and wrapped an arm around her waist. The nervous energy she had felt melted away now with the positive reception of Junkrat’s surprise gift to her mom. “You should have told me you had a present for them, you dummy.”

“Well then it wouldn’t a’ been a surprise!”

“Idiot.” She responded in a giggle as Junkrat traced a metal digit along her chin before bringing his head down to her height and connecting their lips in a tender kiss. Hana’s father was a little uncomfortable with the situation, seeing his daughter in such intimacy with a wanted international criminal still did not sit well with her, but it was only when his wife turned to him now wearing the delicate jewelry that his posture changed. He smiled softly, chuckling as he joined his wife’s side. He looked over to Junkrat, noticing how firmly his hand was placed on her side and how calm his daughter seemed to be in his arms. It was not just that, however, it was her overall glow in his embrace that he noticed. He could see that truly she was happy, and for him that was all it took.

Hana’s mother was the first to extend her arms open towards the couple,

“Welcome to the Song family, Jamison.”

Hana’s eyes drifted to her mom as she stepped forward and embraced the two of them. It took Hana’s father a few more moments, he was still skeptical of Junkrat’s past, but that happiness in his daughter was undeniable.

“Welcome to the family, son.” His words resonated with Junkrat, and he beamed a proud smile to both of Hana’s parents. He easily stood over all three of them in height as he stood straight up, and the size difference alone made the trio of Songs laugh heartily. The remainder of their visit was pleasant, as Hana and Junkrat both got to share their experiences with Overwatch, and for Junkrat it was nice to finally be accepted again. The Outback in his childhood was unforgiving, but here he was in his adult years and he finally found somebody that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with, and a family that was now his.

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isosduke · 8 years

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All Heroes Fall - Christmas Special!

I’m soo, soo late but if you’ve followed my blog, with good reason! So, with being a month late, here is the Christmas Special, I hope you enjoy!

The snow was falling quietly that night, as it had for many nights before then. The peace and quiet, however, was ruined by the sound of clanging metal off in the distance. The darkness of night did nothing to hide the location of the racket, but rather made it stand out far more for the small shack-like house was lit up like a multi-colored spotlight. Inside the small house was a familiar criminal duo, relaxed as usually and even a bit cheerful, well at least one of them was.

Junkrat sat on the dirtied carpet as he face a fire that was roaring in the fireplace before him. He was humming a tune, one common to Americans during the holiday season but it was hard to really figure out what song it was with how offkey and tone deaf the singed man was. Every so often though, he would seem to recall some of the words, though his singing was even worse than his humming. “Ruddy the red-nosed reindeer, bugger had a shiny nose~”

There was a loud ‘thump’ noise from behind the male, though he seemed to pay little attention to that or the hate-filled glare he was getting from his usually silent partner. “Jamison,” the low voice rumbled threateningly, “enough.”

The much smaller male still didn’t seem affected in the slightest. “Ey, Roadie, wha-doya think of this?” He asked as he half turned himself to show off his latest creation-in-the-works. There were a few moments of silence before Mako sighed, holding the book he had been reading between his legs as he leaned forward in his worn chair to examine the thing.

Even with his usual hog-shaped mask removed, it was still impossible to read the man’s face. Dull, bored eyes stared at the thing, and that was really all he could make out of it: a thing. “What is it?” He finally asked, his gaze falling to the blonde, who’s excitement seemed to extinguish slightly at the question.

He pursed his lips in annoyance as he pulled his current work back in front of him, he back to Roadhog once again. “It’s a present, oooobviously,” he said, his tone clearly not holding back any annoyance. Mako didn’t move for a little while after that as he watched the other go back to work, his offkey humming much quieter this time. It wasn’t uncommon for Junkrat to do something like this, though his presents were usually handled in secret, the pattern was off for--

The larger man leaned back into his chair once again as he pulled up the book he had been reading, opening it again. This was a special gift, it was for her, a small smirk graced the scared features of the usually emotionless man, missed by all as it hid behind a book and the only other person there was too busy to notice.

Not too far away was a larger house, much like the smaller shack it was tucked into the woods and was also glowing with Christmas light, though not quite as bright be seen from space. Christmas music could be heard humming through the windows as the rest of the Overwatch team bustled about the house.

In the living room, Jack was going through one of the bags of Christmas items they had purchased recently; as they were away from HQ, the team had decided they still wanted to do something and bought the festive decorations. Lucio was decorating the Christmas tree with Lena’s assistance, she had been kicked out of the kitchen when one of her blink attempts led to cookie-component catastrophe. Others were helping out in the living room or finishing up the lights outside while leaving Angela and Fareeha to deal with making cookies with Hana and Ana. One would normally think that, such a situation wouldn’t be so bad, Ana is a mother so Hana should have been no problem. That would have been the case if the older woman hadn’t taken up the notion of being the favorite Grandmother that loved to spoil her ‘Grandchildren’. This had led to Hana eating way more cookie dough than she probably needed as well as the near destruction of the tree when the sugar kicked in worse than with any other child even Ana had ever seen.

So, with many of the Overwatch team re-decorating the tree, cleaning up other messes made during the sugar high, or just avoiding it all by taking care of the outdoor decoration, the night continued on with Ana not allowed to give sugar to the ‘Gremlin’ some, such as Jack were referring to the girl as after that episode. After nearly an hour, the smell of sugar cookies began to fill the house. Lucio, having finished with the tree made his way over and leaned on a clean edge of the kitchen counter.

“So, we going out to look at presents tomorrow?” He asked the women as it had really been their (mainly Angela and Ana’s) idea in the first place.

“Absolutely,” it was Ana that had replied. “We need a break after all the work we just went through.” No one made it too obvious, but quite a few members tossed a glance to their Korean teammate whom had gotten herself into trouble and the group ended up having a couple of Australian criminals following them for some reason.

The excitement continued on for a little while until everyone decided to call it a night.

The group got up early the next morning, partly in hopes to avoiding a certain duo but it seemed like by the time the crew finished getting ready and had the two rented vehicles warmed up, Jamison and Mako just seemed to know that it was time to go. Someone else thought it would be a good idea to stick those two, Hana, Lucio and Lena in Jack’s vehicle; the man clearly wasn’t impressed and the larger, silent and a bit more smelly male in the passenger seat wasn’t trying to calm him either as he sat silently, just watching.

If the initial excited chatter didn’t get to Jack, the explosion of excitement when they got to the city really did, though the only thing that kept him from acting out about it was the large silent man next to him. Even before the car was shut off, Hana, Jamison and Lucio were out of the car and nearly vanished from sight.

“HEY! DON’T WANDER OFF!” Jack yelled through the window, something snapping at how they bolted like toddlers in a toy store. There was a low rumble of a laugh from inside the vehicle that caused the man to freeze, looking back inside, there was only one person left, Mako. The white haired male blinked at the impossible to read male (even without his mask); had he really laughed?

A pair of slender arms slid into the window as a much cuter giggle broke through the awkward stares. “We don’t want to get left behind Jack,” Angela smiled at the man before turning to Jesse. “Could you corral them back?” There was a look in Jesse’s eyes, something questioning and not really wanting to do the task but he said nothing before tipping his hat and running off.

Several hours later, the group had been walking around for quite sometime. The “kids” didn’t seem to tire and of course, Ana and Reinhardt were loving having them around and seemed to take over watching them, much to Jesse’s pleasure.

“Oh! Look at that!” Hana announced before dipping through the crowd to a store front. Partly surprising the group, it wasn’t anything gaming related that drew the girl’s attention, but rather it was clothing. Bags in hand, the group looked at the window, the women moving closer as the men kept their distance. Jamison watched, confused more than anything. His eyes fell to the brunette, her hair starting to grow out since she cut it after they had met. While she still had the clothing he and Mako had gotten her, her usual suit was found its place back in her mech suit.

“They really have a lot of energy to keep going this late,” a chipper voice came from beside him. Looking down towards the source, the much taller male spotted Lucio, one of the people in Overwatch that didn’t seem to push he and Mako away and was always up for fun. He didn’t respond right away, though the confusion still written on his face made the other laugh and earned him a slap on the back. “Them,” he said gesturing towards the girls that were chatting and pointing at various things in the window. “We’ve been out for hours and they could probably go on for another few days.” With another laugh he shook his head before opening one of the bags he carried. “Hana should be excited about this,” he said showing the box to the other male.

Jamison recognized the headset; it had been something Hana had been eyeing for awhile but since they had been busy with work, she hadn’t had time for gaming let alone buying stuff for it. A perplexed look crossed the male’s face for a moment before his emotions seemed to shut down, leaving a grumpy Jamison for the others to see. She would like it. His gaze fell to the others, what did they get her? He thought about what he had been working on her back home, looked back at Lucio’s bag and suddenly felt his gift inferior. Why would she like his more than that headset she had been wanting, or whatever everyone else got her?

Someone was tugging on his arm a moment later, blinking a few times, his gaze locked on the brunette in question, her smile beaming up at him. “Come oooon Jamison, they’re going to light the tree!” She moved her hand from his arm to his hand and was soon pulling the lankier male through the crowd, whether he wanted to go or not.

Even with dragging someone else behind her, Hana was good at navigating through the growing crowds in the street. Before them was a massive tree that towered high above them, though unlike the rest of the lit street, in its current state, it looked dull and boring. There was feedback through the speakers that surrounded the crowd, silencing them instantly before a voice came over saying, “From our family to yours, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!” The tree before them then burst into an array of multi colored lights that illuminated the carefully place ornaments on its boughs.

Hana’s arm flew up, pointing at the lights in excitement as she turned to look at Jamison to make sure he was watching. He was, just not what she was watching. He chuckled at the smaller woman, she was cute and showing a far less aggressive side than her usual self. He also chuckled at himself for worrying about what she would think of his gift. Letting go of her hand, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back to his chest as he slouched, allowing him to rest his chin on the top of her head watching the tree together. Oh, how that confidence would so soon be gone within a few days.

It was Christmas and the house that the Overwatch team was using was bustling with excitement. The group was exchanging presents and watching Hana react to the gifts the others had gotten her, Jamison took his haphazardly wrapped gift and tucked it behind him. The way her face lit up to the headset, not to mention the embrace Lucio got. She got other gaming items from some of the other guys, some clothes and jewelry from the girls. He had noticed a couple of things though, first she was surprised when others were giving her stuff and also, she hadn’t passed any gifts out which seemed odd for the holiday.

As the party was winding down, Jamison stood up and looked to his larger partner, whom seemed quite content with the plate of cookies he had in one hand. “Ey Roadie, let’s get outta here,” he said though the other didn’t seem like he was getting ready to go anywhere yet. Even though Mako’s eyes were locked on the slender male’s face, Jamison could just feel him look at his arm tucked behind his back, hiding the gift he had been working on.

“What?” Hana’s voice almost sounded panicked. “You’re leaving already?!”

Lucio who had been sitting next to her chuckled and said, “What, you sad to see your boyfriend go already?” The petite girl sent a swift punch to the male’s arm and though it didn’t hurt him, he was sure to at least act as if she had wounded him. She then scrambled to her feet before stepping over some of the others that were seated on the ground before grabbing Jamison’s free hand and pulling him towards a darker hallway where the rooms were.

“Wait here,” she said letting go of his hand at the opening of the hallway before briefly returning from the darkness of one of the rooms. There was a neatly wrapped gift in her hand that she offered out to him, with a simple, “Here.”

Her large eyes rolled up to watch him as he took the gift in his free hand. He went to open it, but he was in a bit of a bind; the gift for Hana. The confliction crossed across his face for a moment before he held the gift out to her. Her eyes locked on it for a moment before a smile crossed her features as she asked, “Really?”

A moody Jamison gave a snappy, “If ya want it, take it.” Though Hana didn’t even need that much before she took the gift. The male looked down at the gift in his own hands before opening it and the box that shielded the item inside. When he pulled it out, it was a smooth sphere, a sea-blue color and it seemed to glow and pulse.

“Aie, girl, what you givin’ him that for?!” An annoyed, dwarven voice erupted from the group. Tension had clearly gone up when the sphere emerged. Hana looked more than pleased with herself as she still clutched the wrapped gift in her hands.

“It’s one of my old mech cores. It will still blow up, just not as delicate as the newer ones,” she said, the tone in her voice clearly proud of her gift. She then laughed before casting him a challenging look, “So you won’t have as big of an explosion as I do, but you can at least try to enter the running now.”

For the first time that night, Jamison let out a cackle of a laugh as he leaned in closer to the woman. “Is that a challenge, mate?”

Hana narrowed her eyes before saying, “You better believe it.” She then dropped her eyes to the gift she held before saying, “Now it’s my turn!” The gift wasn’t all that big, but it was definitely heavy. The wrapping was easy to get through and the weight was soon explained; wrapped within the poorly wrapped paper was a bunny, but not any bunny; it was a metal rabbit that had been made of some of the remains of the mech suit that they had worked on together when they first met.

“I LOVE IT!” She exclaimed before throwing her arms around the hunched over male, nearly sending the blue orb to the ground, which stripped a few years off the lives of everyone else in the room. Her lips fell against his and he froze for a moment as she pulled away, her face glowing.

“Not that I’m complainin’ but a simple ‘thank ya’ woulda’ worked too,” he said as he wrapped his free arm around her waist.

Hana rolled her eyes as she pointed up to a particular plant hanging above them. “It’s mistletoe, Angela hung the stuff all over the place for some reason.” When the group looked at the woman sidled up against Jack, she just seemed to not notice their glances as she smiled at the young couple before them, a pink hue gracing her cheeks as she leaned against the white haired male more.

A devious look came to Jamison’s face as he pulled the other woman closer. “Well then, we can’t let the poor woman down, now can we,” he whispered teasingly before pressing his lips against hers, not in the chaste way her lips had fallen upon his, no, Jamison’s kiss was far more passionate. Hana was quick to follow his lead, but of course it was short lasted as a box bounced off the male’s shoulder.

“Break it up you two,” an angry Soldier stood, glaring at the two; he had been opposed to the two new comers tagging along with them the whole time. Angela placed a hand on his arm and while she wasn’t fond of criminals joining their ranks, she said,

“Relax Jack, it’s only the holidays.” He looked down to the smaller woman before pointing a finger towards Jamison saying,

“Only the holidays.” Before sitting with a slight huff as Angela tended to him.

“Sounds like we got permission,” Jamison said kissing Hana on the nose. She smiled up at him and said,

“Merry Chirstmas Jamison.” He smiled back at her, resting his forehead on hers,

“Merry Christmas Hana.”

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