Could you write about junkrat and roadhog's s/o (a poly relationship) who is really afraid of storms and the two comforting their s/o
They’re close enough I’ll put them in the same thing.
Junkrat and Roadhog
Thunder shook the house and you curled up deeper into yourself. The flash of lightning lighted up the house, the power had been out for several hours now. You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and began to rock back and forth in fear. tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
The door burst open and you cried in fear at the loud noise. Another flash of lightning and your boyfriends’ silhouettes were outlined with light.
“’Ey there darl,” Junkrat cried out into the house dropping a sack full of jewels on the floor, “Look at here haul.”
“Darl?” Junkrat finally noticed you curled up on the ground.
Roadhog grunted and stepped towards you, dropping to the ground next to you. He rummaged into the bag and pulled out a tiara, tucking it on your head. Junkrat squatted in front of you with a diamond encrusted necklace clipping it around your neck.
“There we are,” Junkrat leaned back, taking in the view of you, “Now what’s bothering ya.”
A crack of thunder shook through the house and you screamed, burying your face into your knees.
“Ey, she’ll be right,” Junkrat rubbed your back.
“I don’t like it.” you murmured and Roadhog pulled you into his lap, “It’s scary.”
“Roadhog here is scarier,” Junkrat said, “So don’t be afraid.”
“Yeah,” you giggled, wiping the tears out of your eyes, “he is.”
The lights flickered back on and you looked up wearily, hearing the hum of the light-bulbs already reassuring you.
When the first sound of thunder rumbled through the base he turned around, leaving the conversation he was having with Sombra. He stalked through the halls, Talon agents running out of his way, and stopped in front of his room. Opening the door he looked for you, drifting from room to room he kept an eye for you. Hearing your sobbing the whole time he grew more frantic.
“Hermosa,” he looked around the kitchen, where the sound was coming from, but he couldn’t find you.
Something shuffled underneath the table he crouched to look. His heart broke at the sight of you, rocking in a fetal position, his shirt draped over you like a blanket. Another crack of thunder rumbled through the house and you screamed covering your ears.
“It’s too loud,” you cried, “too loud.”
“Hey,” he cooed, gently reaching for you and you just threw yourself into his arms.
You sobbed into his chest and he gently rocked you back and forth, He began to lightly hum and you just flinched with each consequent lightning strikes.
“Shh, shhh,” he rubbed your back, certain to keep the pressure constant.
“Stay with me,” you rubbed your face into his chest, “you make it quiet.”
“Of course,” he pushed his mask up to press a kiss to your forehead.
He picked you up, cradling to his chest. and walked you to the bedroom. Dropping you on the bed he pulled you close and you crawled back into his arms. Wrapping the pair of you in blankets he held you close as the storm passed and even past it.