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todorokiaimee · 5 years

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Blues In The Night 16. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

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“Yikes. I didn’t think The Colonel would lose his top like that,” Mei muttered as she looked through racks of clothes. She had taken Aimee Christmas shopping with her at the mall to help get her mind off of things. Although, her ulterior motive was to get all the new gossip on Aimee’s love life without the worry of Shoto overhearing.

Aimee scoffed as she examined a sweater, putting it back on the rack with a sigh, “Obviously, I’m mailing Daddy his gift this year. If he wants to stew, he can stew by himself.” She was still so angry with her father due to his rude behavior at dinner. She hadn’t spoken to him since, ignoring his calls and messages. She did make sure to post a picture or two on social media every so often so he wouldn’t send out the national guard to look for her.

“Oh, so you’re spending Christmas with The Todoroki’s this year then?”

The ravenette shook her head, walking over to her friend who had now wandered over to an electronics store. “Actually no. Shoto said that they don't really celebrate at his house so we’re just gonna do a little thing at his apartment. I’m bringing Mochi along and everything.”

“Aww!” Mei gushed, giving Aimee one of her bone-crushing hugs. “How cute and domestic!”

“Mei!” Aimee giggled, struggling to free herself from her friend’s hold. Once she had broken loose, Aimee walked over to a display of electronic gifts, twirling her curls around her finger. “Now I just have to figure out what in the world to get the man for a gift...”

Clapping her hands excitedly, Mei cheered, gesturing to herself, “Give him one of my babies! They’re one of a kind and kick ass!”

“No offense hun, but your babies are also very likely to explode,” Aimee said apologetically as she shook her head with a smile. “Also, Shoto isn’t really a gadget guy, other than his spaceship car.”

“Hmm…” Mei tapped her chin in thought as she walked to stand next to Aimee. “You can’t go wrong with a leather wallet… Or maybe a nice watch?”

Aimee’s large eyes filled with sadness as she shook her head solemnly. “I’m sure Shoto has much nicer wallets and watches than I can ever hope to afford.” She bit her bottom lip as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. “He has to have those things custom made so they won’t be damaged by his ice and fire.”

Christmas with Shoto was becoming a lot more stressful than she had originally thought. What do you give the man who has everything? The man who wants for nothing. What does she have to give on just a teacher’s salary? He gives her the world and what can she possibly give him?

“Hey,” Mei interrupted her thoughts with a pat on her shoulder. “I’m sure we’ll think of something. Let’s keep looking.”

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It was Christmas eve and instead of enjoying the office Christmas party put on by the sidekicks at his agency, Shoto was trapped in a meeting with the missing person's task force. Dozens of photos of victims lined the bulletin board and unfortunately, not much evidence accompanied them. Shoto held his head in his hands as the other heroes continued to discuss the gravity of the situation.

“I’m sick and tired of this guy sneaking past us,” Eraserhead mumbled over his cup of coffee.

“You’re always sick and tired,” Shinsou snickered.

“Someone else was taken last night,” Endeavor announced to the room, adding another picture to the board. “Yoshimoto Bokkai, age 22. Quirk: Size Shift. He can change the size of his body at will.”

“To be taken right at Christmas, that’s so sad,” Deku mumbled, writing notes in his journal. “His poor family must miss him terribly.”

Shoto sifted through the file in fount of him with a quiet hum. “The file says he’s a runaway living on the streets. I doubt he would have seen his family anyway.”

Aizawa nodded as he leaned back in his seat, “That’s probably what made him an easy target.”

“Do we have any leads?” Endeavor asked the room, taking a seat at the table. “I’ll take any sort of whisper at this point.”

Deku stood, a hopeful smile on his face as he held up a file, “Well, we did happen to get some super grainy footage from a security camera nearby. It caught a shadowy figure leaving the scene.”

Shoto’s ears perked up at this new information. He turned to his green-haired friend, his low voice carrying a new sense of urgency, “A shadowy figure? Let me see. Do you have a still?”

Midoriya handed him the file, his green brow quirked at his friend, curious of where his train of thought was going. Shoto opened the file and studied the footage still intently before letting out a low growl. It was just as he feared. He had seen this figure cloaked in shadow before. He’d know those black tendrils anywhere.

“Do you have something to share with the class, Todoroki?” Aizawa deadpanned as he sipped his coffee.

“This guy…” Shoto mumbled. “I think it might be the same guy that attacked Aimee and I on our date.”

“This guy,” Shinsou interjected, gesturing to Shoto. “Dude gets a girlfriend and it’s all he can talk about.” His smug smirk was knocked off his face with a swift smack to the back of the head by Aizawa. “Ow! Jeeze.”

Choosing to ignore Shinsou, Shoto continued, handing the file to Endeavor to look over. “He must know we’re investigating. For him to lash out like that we have to be getting close.” Shoto then turned back to Midoriya, a determined look on his face, “Any luck on identifying him?”

Deku shook his head, a grim look cloaking his features. “Unfortunately no. We can’t find any quirks like that registered in the Japanese Quirk Database.”

Son of a bitch! Shoto cursed under his breath as he clenched his fists. If his guy really is connected to the disappearances, then he knows what Aimee looks like. He had to protect her. He made a vow.

Bringing him from his thoughts, Shoto felt a large hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw his father, a determined look on his face as he addressed the room. “Finding this guy and his identity is key to solving this case and giving these families some peace. Especially if he’s after one of our own now,” He paused, giving his son’s shoulder a squeeze. “Keep pounding the pavement. Dismissed.”

With a heavy sigh, the duel quirked hero rose from his seat and exited the room, walking down the hallway towards his office. He waved weakly at a few of his sidekicks, happily celebrating and dancing to Christmas music. He just wasn’t in a party mood, given this new information. Walking into this office, Shoto set his eyes on Aimee, sitting pretty on his desk. She was dressed in a forest green sweater dress with brown thigh-high boots, her long soft curls cascading over her shoulders. Shoto watched her in the doorway for a moment as Aimee continued to talk to a few of his sidekicks as they merrily munched on some of her homemade beignets she brought for the party.

“Ah Aimee, my love. Aren’t you popular?” Shoto said with a smile as he walked over to her.

“Shoto!” Aimee’s brown eyes lit up at the sight of her beau, a bright smile warming her face. “I thought this was supposed to be an office Christmas party, so why are you still working?”

Shoto chuckled, cupping her face with his hands. “Unfortunately, crime does not take a holiday.” He kissed her forehead softly before clearing his throat, looking around the room. “Alright, everyone take a beignet and clear out. I need to talk to Miss Faurie alone.”

The sidekicks shared a couple of knowing looks to each other before heading towards the door. Shoto moved to hold the door open for them, nodding politely as they left, a few donning a faint blush. Once everyone had left, Shoto closed the door behind them, before walking back to Aimee, pulling her close by the waist.

“Uh oh, am I in trouble Mr. Todoroki?”

“Are you trying to get me flustered at work with that dress… these boots?” Shoto breathed, his hands gliding over the soft curves of her body.

“I just wanted to look good for you, mon cher.”

With a light chuckle, Shoto picked Aimee up bridal style, earning a surprised squeal from the dark-skinned beauty. Carrying her with him, he sat down at his desk, Aimee resting in his lap. “You always look delectable.”

The pair shared a lingering kiss before Aimee pulled away, lightly brushing his bottom lip with her thumb. “Thank you, cher.” She paused, reaching for the two coffee cups she left on his desk. “Here, I brought us some coffee from our place.”

Shoto smiled, taking the cup offered to him. “Thank you, love. I owe that coffee shop a lot, seeing that’s where I met the love of my life.” He placed a kiss to her neck as he gently ran his hand up and down her plush thigh.

“Oh stop! You’ll make me blush.” Aimee gushed, giving his chest a playful smack.

While taking a sip of his coffee, Shoto caught a whiff of Aimee’s coffee, piquing his curiosity.

“What did you get? It smells different than usual.”

“Gingerbread latte, it’s off their seasonal menu. Have a sip.”

Aimee offered her coffee to him, Shoto taking a small sip.

“Too sweet.” Shoto grimaced handing her back the cup.

“That’s why I got you your usual americano.”

“Hmm.” Shoto hummed before giving Aimee’s ass a squeeze. “But I do love this sweet americano.”

“Eww so cheesy!” Aimee laughed as her lips pressed against his. Soon their playful kiss turned into something more passionate as they both placed their coffee cups back on Shoto’s desk to hold each other close. The pair continued to explore each other's mouths, soft sighs escaping their lips when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Ugh, who is it?” Shoto grumbled in between kisses.

“Your Father,” Enji said from the other side of the door.

“Go away.”

“Shh, Shoto don’t be rude.” Aimee giggled, smoothing Shoto’s hair and wiping smudged lipstick from his mouth. “Come on in.”

Opening the door, Enji walked into the room, his hands behind his back. “Ah, well hello you two,” he greeted with a small smile. He fought the urge to avert his eyes as looked at his son with his girlfriend still on his lap, looking like a mob boss. “Aimee, I was hoping I would catch you.”

“Oh, is something on your mind?” Aimee smiled at the man as he shuffled his feet awkwardly.

“We uh, heard about your falling out with your father. Even though we don’t really celebrate Christmas, the family and I wanted to get you a little something.” The burly redhead revealed the wrapped box he was hiding behind his back. “You’re always welcome at the Todoroki estate.”

Aimee stood from Shoto’s lap, walking up to his father with a grateful smile. “Oh, you didn’t have to Enji,” She gushed as he laid the box in her hands.

“We wanted to.”

“Should I open it now, or wait until tomorrow morning?”

“It’s up to you.”

“Now then!”

Enji chuckled as he watched Aimee tear the wrapping paper off of the box. Opening her gift, she held up an elegant purple kono kimono with a gold floral print. “Oh, Enji It’s beautiful! Thank you so much!”

He smiled as Aimee continued to admire the soft fabric. “I got your measurements from Shoto, so it should fit perfectly.” Setting the box down on Shoto’s desk, Aimee then captured Enji in a tight bear hug, her face buried in his chest. He tensed for a moment before melting into her touch, patting her head awkwardly like she was a small child.

“Are you trying to show me up, old man?” Shoto asked with a small smirk, watching the scene before him.

“If I am able to show you up, then you deserve it.”

“Anyway,” Enji said while gently pulling Aimee off of him. “I’ll let you two get going. Enjoy your holiday. But first,” he paused leaning down to whisper into Aimee’s ear. “I heard you brought beignets. Are there any left?”

Aimee laughed giving the man a wink before grabbing a tupperware from Shoto’s desk. “I saved one just for you.”

“I knew you were a keeper,” Enji pat her back before grabbing a beignet, walking back towards the door. “Thanks and have a good night.”

With Enji out of the room, Shoto stood form his seat, grabbing his coat before placing a kiss to Aimee’s temple. “Come on, my love. Let’s go home.”

After first swinging by Aimee’s apartment and collecting a few things as well as Mochi, the couple entered Shoto’s luxury penthouse apartment. Looking around the living room, Aimee’s jaw dropped in awe. Todoroki had decorated his place with elegant Christmas decorations. His fireplace mantle was lined with frosted garland, stockings hung with care. Fresh poinsettias were placed all around, giving off a lovely scent. But the most stunning thing was the tree. It was 7 feet tall at least, tastefully decorated in blue, silver, and gold, making it look like a winter wonderland.

“It’s nothing spectacular, but I did my best for such short notice,” Shoto hummed.

“Shoto, it’s perfect. You did good boo,” Aimee giggled to herself as she sat down her cat carrier.

“I also got a few things for Mochi so his stay would be comfortable as well,” Shoto said as he gestured to the new cat bed, scratching post, and litter box in the corner.

“Thanks, cher. Why don’t you let Mochi out of his carrier and let him get acclimated while I unpack and get changed?”

The hero nodded as he knelt down, watching Aimee disappear from view with her bags. Looking into the carrier, he saw Mochi curled up in the back. Carefully, he opened the gate of the carrier, waiting for the fat cat to make his exit. Only, he never made a move. “Mochi?” Shoto said softly. “You can come out now.” He was only met with a hiss from the cat, and he knew better than to try to pull him out. “Aimee?” he called over to her. “He won’t come out.”

After a few moments, Aimee returned with a bag, kneeling down to take a look herself. “What’s wrong, little man? Here kitty kitty kitty.” Mochi let out a quiet meow, still refusing to come out. “He gets nervous around new places and people. Luckily, he’s very food motivated.”

Aimee stood and reached into her bag, pulling out a bag of cat treats she packed for Mochi before returning to the carrier. She held one out where the cat could see, calling his name, “Mochi. Here kitty kitty kitty.” With a treat in his sights, Mochi timidly made his way out of the carrier, claiming his prize with a happy meow. “There you go. He’ll loosen up eventually.”

Shoto nodded as he stood, helping Aimee to her feet as well. It was then that he noticed her red plaid pajamas, a reindeer silhouette placed right on her chest. “These are new. I like them,” he smirked, taking her hand to give her a twirl. “Festive.”

“Thank you,” Aimee grinned. “I got you a matching set as well. I figured it would be cute and Christmasy. It’s laying on the bed for you.”

“I’ll get changed then.”

As Shoto made his way to the bedroom to get changed into his matching pajamas, Aimee took the presents she got for him out of her bag. She carefully placed them under the tree, giggling at how barren it looked. Such a large tree needed more than just six gifts underneath, but Aimee made a rule that they were only allowed three presents each. Otherwise, she knew Shoto would buy her a whole store’s worth of gifts.

With Shoto now dressed in his pajamas, the couple curled up on the couch. Shoto wrapped his arm around Aimee as she turned on her favorite Christmas movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas. Shoto smiled as he watched her happily sing along to the music, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“I thought this was a Christmas movie? They’re singing about Halloween.”

“That’s the beauty of this movie. It’s both!”

The couple continued to watch Christmas movie after movie until Shoto noticed his shoulder was a little heavier than before. Looking down, he saw Aimee fast asleep, her lips slightly parted as she snored softly. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he kissed the crown of her head. Sleepyhead. Ever so carefully, Shoto pulled Aimee into his arms bridal style, carrying her into his bedroom before laying her down on the soft bed. After tucking her in, the hero turned out the lights before slipping into bed beside her, pulling her back close to his chest. “Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.” With a kiss to her cheek, he closed his eyes, loving this quiet moment.

The next morning, Shoto was awakened to the soft kisses of Aimee’s lips all over his face. She giggled as his lips pulled into a smile, only opening one eye to peer up at his love. “May I help you?”

“Good morning and Merry Christmas, mon cher!”

“Morning, Merry Christmas,” Shoto mumbled with a smile.

“What do you say we make some pancakes before we open presents?”

“Sounds perfect.”

After completing their morning grooming routines, the couple went to the kitchen to make breakfast. With jazzy Christmas music playing through the room, Aimee made fluffy pancakes while Shoto sliced fresh fruit, Mochi weaving between their legs, hoping for dropped food. With the food ready, they ate in comfortable conversation, often interrupted by Aimee singing along to the music, not that Shoto minded. He loved listening to her sing.

“Gift time!” Aimee cheered as she gathered their now empty plates, putting them in the sink.

“Only if you open yours first.”

“Deal!”

Taking her hand in his, Shoto lead Aimee into the living room before sitting down on the floor next to the tree. He handed her a thin box with a gold bow, a soft smile on his lips. Upon tearing the wrapping paper, Aimee gasped “Oh my God… this is Hank Mobley’s Blue Note 1568 Album. This must have cost you a fortune.” This rare jazz vinyl record sells for $5,000 at least on eBay.

“Do you like it?”

“Of course, I love it.”

“Then it was worth it.”

Next, Shoto handed her a red envelope. He waited patiently as he watched Aimee open it. He was loving watching her eyes light up with each surprise. He was suddenly regretting following her three gift rule.

“Beyonce tickets! Oh my God, these are amazing seats!” Aimee gushed, holding them to her chest. “Why do you spoil me so?”

“You did say you’d do anything for Beyonce. Perhaps I’ll call a favor in on a rainy day.” Shoto gave her a smug wink before handed her a small rectangular box wrapped in silver paper. “Okay, last one.”

After discarding the wrapping paper, Aimee sucked in a breath at the sight of the blue velvet box in her hand. Upon opening it, she gasped, marveling at the delicate necklace inside. It had a thin gold chain and a simple diamond pendant that sparkled. Not too big so that she wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing it, but not too small either.

“Oh, Shoto…” Aimee sighed, her eyes glowing.

“Do you like it?” Shoto whispered.

“It’s beautiful,” she smiled. “Would you do the honors?”

Shoto nodded, taking the necklace out of the box. Gently, he draped the necklace around her neck, kissing the back of her neck once it was clasped. “There,” he said as Aimee turned to face him. “It really suits you.”

“Thank you, mon cher,” Aimee smiled as she touched the necklace, before leaning in to capture his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.

Pulling away gently, Shoto rested his forehead against Aimee’s, a warm smile on his face, “May I open my gifts now?”

“Oh…” Aimee dropped her eyes, a worried look washing over her face. “Your gifts were so wonderful now mine feels lackluster.” She bit her bottom lip before mumbling, “I should have put a price cap on you as well.”

Todoroki sighed, cupping her face in his hand. He knew that Aimee had a tendacy to fuss over money, something he had never had to experience, but the gift itself wasn’t really important to him. He just enjoyed the surprise, that she thought of him. “No matter what they are, I’m sure I’ll love them because they came from you.”

With a nod, Aimee handed Shoto a small box, wrapped in green and red striped paper. After opening it, Shoto pulled out a thin mesh pouch. It was filled with lots of different spices and herbs along with other things. Shoto smiled weakly, not sure what to make of this gift. “Oh. Thank you for this… tea?”

“It’s not tea, it’s gris-gris,” Aimee giggled, shaking her head. “In voodoo culture is a charm to help keep you safe. I made it myself. I thought you could attach it to your hero suit belt. Then you could be six pee-pee man.”

“How do you even know about that?” Shoto blushed, with a pout.

“The internet is forever baby.”

“Even so, thank you,” He smiled, examining the pouch in his hand. “It’s very thoughtful. I’ll wear it on every mission and patrol.”

Aimee then handed him another gift, a pink blush growing on her cheeks. Shoto eyed her suspiously as he opened it. It was his turn to blush as he held up its contents: satin red lingerie. “Oh. The gift that keeps on giving,” Shoto smirked, locking eyes with his beloved. “Will you model this for me later on?”

“Of course, but first…” Aimee handed him another gift wrapped in blue and silver paper. Shoto tore the wrapping paper off to find a navy and grey striped scarf, a darker verison of his eyes.

“I crocheted it myself,” the ravenette explained, watching him carefully.

“Really? I never saw you working on it,” Shoto hummed as he felt the soft yarn between his fingers.

“I did it while you were on patrols or during my planning period at school.”

Shoto smiled at the thought of Aimee hard at work crocheting this handmade gift. It wasn’t perfect, perhaps its one of her first projects, but that made it even more special to Shoto. Wrapping the scarf around his neck to model it, he could smell Aimee’s signature scent of coconut and cocoa butter lingering on the scarf. “It smells like you. Thank you. I’ll wear it every day.” Leaning over he placed a sweet kiss to her cheek. “What would you like to do next?”

“Actually, I have one more gift for you.”

“But you said only three gifts each.” Shoto said with a quirked brow.

“I know what I said. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t even wrap it.”

“You can’t even follow your own directions.”

“Just close your eyes and hold out your hand!”

Shoto did as he was told with a smirk on his lips as Aimee giggled as his expression. Getting up, she walked over to her purse, digging something out before placing the object in Shoto’s hand, “Okay, you can open your eyes.” Opening his eyes, Shoto looked in his hand to see a silver key on a cat keychain. “I know you hate that I leave the door unlocked for you. Now I don’t have to.”

A gentle smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he gripped the small key in his hand. His peace of mind, another small measure to help keep her safe, was the best gift he could have asked for. “Thank you, my love,” he whispered before pulling Aimee into his arms, capturing her lips in a loving kiss.

After cleaning up and giving Mochi his christmas treats and presents, the pair spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch together, watching more Christmas favorites. With Aimee tucked into his side, Shoto chuckled as he watched Mochi run around the room trying to catch a red laser dot. “I may get a few pounds off of him yet,” Shoto muttered as he moved the laser around the room. “Is there anything else you want to do today, my love?” he asked, turning to his beloved. “I want our first Christmas together to be everything you want it to be.”

“Hmm…” Aimee thought, tapping her chin. “Actually, could you take me ice skating again?”

“Oh,” Shoto’s face fell as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I wish I could, my love but it’s Christmas day. The ice rink is probably closed.”

“No, I meant on your ice,” Aimee smiled, playing with the collar of his pajamas. “Like when you first kissed me. When you asked me to be yours.”

“Put your shoes and coat on then.”

After quickly getting dressed, Shoto making sure to put on his new scarf, he took Aimee’s hand, leading her out of the apartment. Climbing a flight of stairs, they reached the roof his building. Aimee wrapped her coat tightly around her as she watched Shoto use his quirk to coat the roof in a layer of ice. With a soft smile, Shoto once again outstretched his hand to Aimee, “Take my hand.”

“Yes, sir,” Aimee smirked as she slipped her hand into his. Holding her hand, Shoto gently guided her onto the ice, pulling her back to press against his chest, his other arm wrapping around her waist to keep her steady. The hero effortlessly glided over his ice with Aimee securely in his arms, just like he did before months ago. Aimee laughed as she held onto him tightly, loving the feeling of the cool air whipping through her hair. The feeling of flying. “Weee! This never gets old!”

Shoto chuckled as he looked down at her. He lived for that bright smile, and especially that laugh. Wanting to hear more, he swiftly picked Aimee up bridal style, spinning around effortlessly on his ice. “Shoto!” she squealed holding him tightly as her chest began to jiggle with laughter. He couldn’t help is own laugh as he gently let her back down on her feet, holding her close before capturing her lips in a kiss.

As he slowly pulled away, Shoto stared into Aimee’s large brown eyes and he saw the world. He thought of all the things they have gone through in the past few months. He thought of all the sacrifices she made for him. He thought of how his family had adopted her as their own. He thought of the advice his mother had given him. What am I waiting for? Who cares if it’s early? I know she’s it for me. Caressing her face his hand, Shoto opened his mouth, ready to say what was on his heart, “Aimee?”

“It’s snowing!”

Breaking his train of thought, Shoto looked up to the sky. Sure enough, while he was lost in his thoughts, it had started snowing. “Hm. So it is.”

“I’m sorry, I interrupted. What were you going to say?”

Shoto looked down at Aimee as white snowflakes began to fall against her black hair. She smiled up at him expectantly as he took a single curl between his fingers, watching it bounce back into place before letting out a soft sigh.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, mon cher.”

“Let’s get you back inside. It’s quite cold out.”

As Shoto lead Aimee back inside, an arm around her waist, he smiled to himself. What’s a little longer? He thought as he placed a sweet kiss to her temple. I still have to get the ring after all.

Chapter 17

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siodymph · 7 years

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Symmrat Week Day 4

And here's day four! We're officially half-way through Symmrat week!

This is my take on their role reversal. And personally, even if their background stories are switched I still like to think they both still keep their talents with explosions and hard-light. But instead of making his stuff from scratch Junkrat had a life-time of experience and tony stark-level attention over his weapons. And then Satya is the one who makes her turrets from scrap and is completely obsessed with reverse engineering hard-light.

You can check it out under the cut or over on my AO3 Enjoy!

When he’d first joined Overwatch, Jamison wasn’t sure what to expect. He’d never really had friends, going straight from school to a fully-fledged career all through Hyde Global he’d been one of their finest chemical engineers and weapons expert. But he’d always been called a shut-in and knew embarrassingly well that most the other engineers he worked with never thought highly enough of him. Not even in their days together at the academy. The one time he’d tried approaching them on the matter they said he always made things awkward, that he was always so loud and unfiltered, also annoying, never shutting up. He never bothered trying to talk to them after that. It still made him a bit bitter. He knew he was different, but that had just made him all the more important to Hyde. He could do things, make things no one else could. His controlled light explosions had been a breakthrough in the industrial world. At least, that’s what Hyde’s suits had always said to him when he was first starting out. He’d done so much for Hyde Global, he’d given an arm and a leg for that company. Literally.

So when Overwatch came back from the dead and HG wanted a representative on the team, he was very skeptical. Why would Overwatch want Hyde Global’s weapons expert when no one in that company seemed to care much about beyond his bombs and weapon designs?

He could have never predicted just how quickly the Overwatch team would worm its way into his life. That for one he’d be a member of a team, that the people he worked with would honestly have his back, and that he’d actually enjoy working in a group instead of on his own like usual. That after a year on the team he’d be best mates with people like the gaming legend Lucio, or pop-sensation Hana Song, that one was especially surprising seeing how she’d become famous for her blatant opposition to Hyde’s presence in Busan, South Korea. And yet now they were some of his best friends.

And he would have never, ever expected Satya.

A new recruit, just like he was. That however was where any initial similarities between them had come to an abrupt halt. When she arrived at the Overwatch headquarters, she was wearing tattered clothes, hair unruly and ragged, and a thick layer of dirt clung to her skin. He’d learned a bit later that she was from the wastelands of India, and allegedly she knew deep secrets about Vishkar tech, a company that had just begun developing something called “hard-light” when the Indian Omnium blew up and along with over a third of the nation and the rest of Asia, destroyed Vishkar before it could truly lift off the ground. Satya was one of many abandoned people left to fend for themselves. She was silent as death and never took her eyes off any of them, as if expecting them all to turn on her at a moment’s notice.

And for a while that’s how things were in their team. But slowly, slower than anyone could have truly seen, things began to change. Satya began to open up to the rest of the group, put more trust in them. And Jamison was too, much to his surprise. What had started as a temporary gig for him had turned into one of the happiest times in his life. People who started out as just heroes and strangers he would work with had turned into friends and family he couldn’t imagine leaving. And Satya. Satya had turned into so much for Jamie, he could have never prepared himself for how much Satya would mean to him.

How much he would fall in love with her.

Her eyes, there was just such an energy hidden in them. A fire she held as she turned metal scraps and rubbish into beautiful weapons in the labs. The fire that seemed to explode out of her whenever they went on missions, going from silent and calculating to striking down their enemies, the ones who’d been foolish enough to underestimate her traps and her power. In quieter moments, far away from battles and payloads, that fire would crackled softly with such a warmth whenever she laughed at his jokes, whenever she got lost in thought, whenever she smiled. She was brilliant, she was amazing and it scared Jamison to think that he’d fallen so hard for someone in such a short time.

Then one night Satya pulled him aside in the workshop. Said she wanted to tell him something important, but she couldn’t tell him in the Overwatch base. That there were too many cameras hidden everywhere and they needed to get somewhere unwired.

Jamison had foolishly agreed and now seemingly for hours the two of them drove out of Gibraltar. The city became a small blip far behind them as they drove further and further inland away from the sea. Until finally they reached a safe house hidden far into the woods.

“Mei and I set this place up during our heists.” Satya explained as she got out of the driver’s seat.

It certainly looked like the type of building quickly rebuilt while on the run. Once it might have been an old cottage but now high-security devices outlined every window and the door. As they stepped in Satya directed Jamie how to step over all the traps that lay hidden all around the front entrance. Until finally they were both sitting on the floor of the living room as the only furniture was a musty matress in one corner of the room.

After rechecking the entire safe house one last time, she sat down next to Jamison. “Nothing leaves this room.” She said steely.

“Of course.” Jamison said, unsure exactly what he had been dragged into.

“You swear?”

“I swear, Satya.” He wasn’t sure what Satya was about to reveal, but not matter what it was Jamison rationalized that nearly nothing her secret could be would make him leave this room.

“Ok...” Satya took a deep breath, looking quickly to the door before locking eyes again with Jamison. “You wondered how I know so much about Vishkar’s hard-light? Well… this is my secret.”

She then began taking apart her mechanical arm.

But instead of removing it from its detachable joint on what was left of her upper arm, she began ripping off bits and parts. The arm she’d held so much pride in, she always bragged about how she made her arm completely on her own from metal scraps and wiring she could find in the Indian ruins. It had been her pride and joy. She’d refused everyone’s help, even Jamison’s, when they offered to upgrade her arm. And now she was tearing it apart like it was nothing to her.

Jamison was about to protest when he saw a flash of white emerge as the she slowly took apart the arm. It couldn’t be… It was impossible…

But slowly Satya took off all the scraped pieces, Jamison realized that the arm had just been a shell. Made only to hide a beautiful, pristine, sleek arm. And when the palm began glowing with a brilliant blue light Jamison couldn’t deny it any further.

It was a Viskar prosthetic gauntlet. Possibly one of the last in existence.

Jamison felt speechless, Vishkar was a tall tale, an Arthurian legend. So many people he knew at Hyde had said “hard-light” couldn’t even theoretically exist. And yet here it was. Beams of light were being bent into prisms effortlessly in Satya’s control. “H-How?”

“One time when I was younger and foolish I attempted to scavenge the Vishkar ruins. It cost me my left arm but in turn I discovered something much more valuble…”

“Oh my god Satya… It’s amazing.”

She smiled and brought the gauntlet closer. “Try it, pinch the light to make a shape…”

Jamison was tentative to touch the light. He felt like he was about to touch the holy grail of engineering. He watched as his hand was illuminated by the light and he attempted to pinch the light as Satya had instructed. It took him a few times to try gripping the light but the fourth time he tried something seemed to suddenly connect and the hard-light followed his hand, fanning out in into triangles. He grinned up at Satya who smiled back.

“If anything happens to me. I want you to have my arm.”

Jamison looked up at her surprised. The way she said it, she sounded so certain.

She continued before he could say anything. “It’d be a pity if it ended up left in a museum, collecting dust and going unused. Something like this deserves to be used. To its complete potential. That’s why I want you to have it, Jamison.”

“Satya, you don’t have to

“Ok… but just in case.” Satya pressed moving closer, closing her gantlet around Jamison’s hand. “Please, promise me you’ll keep it safe?”

“I swear I’ll never let anything happen to your arm, darl.” He murmured, kissing Satya’s beautiful hand. And he raised his head to look Satya directly in the eyes. “But I’ll be a dead man before I let anything happen to you either.”

Satya frowned at that, looking away from him and down at her arm. “Thank you Jamison, but I’m not as important.”

“You are to me. And much more precious too.” Jamison said gently taking hold of her chin and looking back into her eyes. Ad before he could think against it he leaned in and pressed his lips warmly against hers.

That night he learned an invaluable secret, one that could destroy corporations, entire nations if wielded wrongly. But most importantly to Jamison, he realized just how much Satya loved and trusted him. And in that night he finally placed his whole heart and trust in her too.

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