Overwatch Oneshots - Embrace tranquility

Roadrat

„Attention to all readers. Smut incoming. I repeat. Smut incoming."

Pennsylvania, America; evening

"Jamie."

As he hears Roadhog's voice the smaller one abruptly gets ripped out of his dream world where Roadhig had just started undresing before taking a shower.

Annoyed that he was only able to see his big buddys upper body naked and not what was below he raised his voice a little too high for his response.

"What's it?!"

Jamison, or better, the Junker, how he prefers to be called as, snaps at the taller one that made him get back to reality.

"Dinnertime."

The Junker grins as he hears his stomach growling and playfully hits the taller one in the stomach.

"Why didn'tcha tell me earlier, mate? I could eat a fucking bear if I'd be able to! Fuck Overwatch for getting me into this fucking prison!"

The taller one growls warningly, making the Junker shut up and look up to him with a nervous smile. Then he goes up to the cell's door and grunts loudly to get the guards attention.

"Shut up in there! You wanna go eat dinner, I get it! Be quiet and I'll get you there!"

The guard speaks into a walkie-talkie, seemingly ordering backup and after a while opens the door, entering with five other guards. Shouting orders to each other one goes up to the Junker and whispers, nearly hisses warningly into his ear.

"Don't dare try anything or you're dead! Thanks to your big buddy over there we can't put you in handcuffs anymore so we'll shoot right away if you take a single wrong step!"

The Junker just begins to laugh hysterically, strikes out to fake hit him but stops as he can hear guns clicking all around him.

"Hey now! Calm down your bloody asses will ya? I wouldn't hit this bastard now would I? Come on Hoggie. Let's go! Dinner's waiting for us!"

Roadhog just nods quietly, leaving the room together with Junkrat and leaving behind the confused and a little shocked guards, at least for a while.

"Now wait up both of you! You're prisoners here and not Guards like us! You will have to wait for us to get you there!"

The smaller one just sticks out his tongue and does dumb faces as the guards run up to them, some of the chubbier ones having slightly red cheeks or sweating. They curse as they see him and then escort them to the big dining room, watching carefully to comment every single wrong doing the Junker does just so they can put a gun at his head and hope to see a little glimmer of nervousness in his eyes.

"Now get in there you shitty criminals!"

"Thank you for the compliment!"

The Junker begins to laugh at the confused looks of the guards and enters the big grey room, that is supposed to be the prisoner's dining room, together with his 'big buddy', how they called him.

The other prisoners aren't interested at all in them both and just keep talking with each other, mostly about new break out plans. The two women behind the food bank are the only ones who pay attention to them, a taller one and a slightly chubbier one, they grunt, annoyed by the mere thought of him opening his bloody mouth to talk. As the smaller one sees that he goes up to her, grinning smugly, she glances to the taller one, begging for help with her bright blue eyes.