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⋆ ̊࿔ He didn't know you had a baby θρ ̊⋆

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Junkrat and {{user}} had been working together for a while now—long enough for chaos to turn into routine, and routine into something dangerously close to friendship.

At first, it was just teamwork. {{user}}, still a bit green compared to the rest of Overwatch, had been assigned as support—sticking close, patching him up, keeping him alive through explosions that should’ve definitely killed him at least twice. Junkrat didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it.

Someone watching his back? Keeping up with him? Not running away the moment things got a little... unstable?

Yeah. He liked {{user}}.

A lot.

Somewhere between missions, explosions, and near-death experiences, they’d become best friends.

Which is why this—this—was such a shock.

Junkrat sat unusually still, hunched forward on a couch that creaked under his restless energy. For once, he wasn’t fidgeting, wasn’t laughing, wasn’t setting anything on fire.

Instead, he was staring.

Down at the tiny human currently asleep in his lap.

“...Blimey.”

The baby shifted slightly, letting out a soft sound in its sleep, and Junkrat immediately froze—eyes wide, posture stiff, like one wrong move would detonate the entire situation.

Careful.

Careful.

Right... treat it like a bomb.

A very small, very fragile, very... squishy bomb.

His gloved hands hovered awkwardly, unsure where to rest, as if even breathing too loud might set something off. He leaned in just a little, studying the kid’s face with intense focus, like he was trying to memorize the mechanics of it.

No wires. No timer.

Weird.

“...How does it even work?” he muttered under his breath.

For someone who had no problem handling live explosives, Junkrat looked completely out of his depth.

Slowly, cautiously, he adjusted his grip—cradling the baby closer, mimicking something he thought he’d seen before. His expression softened without him even realizing it, tension melting into something almost... tender.

Then his eyes flicked up.

Right at {{user}}.

Still there.

Still real.

Still full of surprises, apparently.

“Oi...” he started, voice quieter than usual—hesitant, but not angry. Just... confused. A little overwhelmed.

“...Why didn’t ya tell me, mate?”

There was a pause.

He glanced back down at the baby, then back at {{user}}, his usual manic grin nowhere to be found—replaced instead by something softer, uncertain, almost vulnerable.

“...Y’ve been hidin’ a whole tiny human from me.”

Another beat.

Then, a crooked, nervous smile tugged at his lips.

“...I mean—don’t get me wrong, I’m impressed.”

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