@otakugirl-art I already have some headcanons for something similar to this, I you want to read thos

@otakugirl-art I already have some headcanons for something similar to this, I you want to read those too! If you go on my masterlist, you can find some for a good amount of the male cast! Roadhog and Junkrat’s are together in this, but they aren’t written as a couple. ^_^ ——- ROADHOG & JUNKRAT: Technically, Emma was adopted. Technically, not legally. She was about four when the junker duo found her wondering the streets alone, and a flash of Junkrat’s childhood led to them helping her. It did take long for them to get attached, spoiling her near rotten with all the toys and games she could want. That is, before they realized they had nowhere to put their quickly increasing amount of things, and had to go through the painstaking process of learning to say, “no,” to that face. “Aye, not for you!” Junkrat reaches for the the sphere in the small girls hands. “This ‘ere is a live explosive. 'Member what they do?” “Boom!” She reaches up to grab at the object from his hold. “I want boom!” He giggles and proudly pats her head, raising the bomb slightly higher. “I like that thinker of yours!” Before he could do anything else, the grenade was stolen from above to the sound of a disapproving grunt. An accusing glare bore into the back both of the people below the culprit. “No explosions inside.” Mako scolded, handling the object with caution. “I wasn’t!” Emma whined and sent a finger in Junkrat’s direction, “He was!” Roadhog’s eyes shifted to the other man. “What! She’s lyin’ to ya Roadie!” The glare intensifies. “I swear it!” “Naw-aw!” “Yeah-huh!” “Naw-aw!” “Yeah-huh!” Never in his life, did Roadhog ever think he’d have to take care to two children. And, never in his life did he think that they’d be fighting over a live explosive. GENJI: His knee bounces gently as he sings a silly rhyme to his babbling child. He grins as Shoichi tries and fails to sing along. The boy, being not much over one year old, was just starting to get a hold of words, but yet to understand the complexity of full sentences. It worried Genji in the beginning, thinking that maybe his child was having more trouble than he should with speaking, ending with a long conversation with his spouse on how all children are different, and the first child usually learns things slower than the next few. A small tug on his shirt makes him realize that he’s stopped the bouncing. He looks down at the toddler, who was now tapping the tips of his closed fingers together, looking up at his father with wide eyes. “More?” His smile grows wide and he pats his small back with the hand already resting there. “Of course.” He takes a moment to remember another rhyme before starting the small bouncing again. Shoichi giggles, recalling this one as one of his favorites, and continues to mumble, to the best of his ability, along. It was times like these that Genji lived for. REAPER: “Hurry up.” Reaper states, pulling Lillie along, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. “Yes, dad.” She picks up her pace slightly to match his, looking both ways before crossing the street with him. It was dark out, but then again, other than her going to school, they were only ever out at night. Lillie knew that her dad wasn’t really, “normal,” per se, nor that he was really considered to be, “good.” But, he didn’t really seem bad to her. A bit stern and impatient, sure. But not bad. She learned that early on. “This it?” They stop in front of a small brown building in the corner of the outdoor shopping mall, a sort of clothing store for young girls around the ages of 10 to 13. “Yep.” She looks the window, eyeing a few shirts she finds interesting. “Okay,” he hands her money, knowing full well that going into a well light shop like that would only end with trouble for him. “Don’t take too long, they close soon.” She takes the money, nods and turns to leave. “And don’t buy anymore candy, you hear me!” “No promises!” She taunts, rushing in as to not be stopped. He sighs and leans against the wall, waiting for her to return. “All done!” She presents the bag to him a few minuets later. “Aaaaannnd look! The cashier gave me a sucker!” She’s a good actress. “Can I have it now, please?” Reaper raises an eyebrow at her, but agrees anyway. She happily unwraps it, and sticks it in her mouth, swinging her bag slightly as they make their way back home, excited to show her father her new cloths. ZENYATTA: There were times where he wished he had the thing some called, “eyes on the back of his head.” This was one of those times. “Young one, where is Kamal?” “I dunno.” The seven year old answers, not looking up from her drawing, partially covering it with her arm. “But, he was here a moment ago.” “Maybe he was hungry?” She more states than asks. “Maybe. Thank you, Sashi.” He begins to wonder in the direction of the kitchen, checking here and there for the younger child along the way. When Kamal was not there, the beginnings of panic start to set in. He was much too young to be wondering on his own. Much more likely to trip and hurt himself. Or worse. The search went on for what felt like an eternity before he was found outside, picking up various objects and holding them haphazardly in his tiny arms. “What are you doing out here, alone?” Zenyatta gently scolded. “Treasures!” The boy shows the assortment of flowers, rocks, and leaves to his father. “Treasures?” He muses, moving closer and lower to get a better look. “I see. And, what do you wish with them?” “This one is for Uncle Genji! And, this one is for Ms. Orisa! And, this one is for Sashi!” Kamal continues, naming nearly everyone he knew, placing an the object that he decided to gift them down on the floor. “And, this one,” he held a smooth rock up, no bigger than a fist, “is for you!” Zenyatta felt a swell of sweet emotions flood him, and helping his son hold half of the, “treasures,” they went back inside to start handing them out. -- source link

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