Hello! I’ve been reading up some of your OW writings and I love how you characterize everyone! If you don’t mind, may I ask any writings (headcanons, short story, whichever you prefer) for Soldier: 76/Reaper/Genji with S/O who loves old jazz, like from 1920’s to 1960’s-ish? (I’m talking about classics like Ella Fitzgerald and Julie London, lots of impromptus and lots of scat-singing. I absolutely adore them and listen to them all day, singing them whenever I’m alone XD) Thank you!!

alexiela73:

thank you very much. And I’m just going to do hc’s, hope that’s okay >.<

Soldier 76:

• The man is a little old fashion to begin with
• Y’know, old habits die hard
• No one has ever thought to ask if he has a preference in music or anything like that
• In all honesty, there are still a lot of things you wish you knew about your boyfriend
• As much as you’d managed to get him to open up to you, a huge feat considering his many years in hiding before, there was still so much to learn about this man you loved
• One day though, Soldier paused when he came home to pick up some papers
• He could hear music playing in the kitchen. Immediately he went and peeked in
• There you were, this old but familiar tune in the background, singing as you twirled around with a broom, unnoticed. Right now you were singing ‘Dream a little dream of me’ by Ella Fitzgerald.
• A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you, unnoticed as you continued, your voice soft and off key but he thought it was lovely all the same
• As the words ‘Say ‘nighty-night’ and kiss me’ played, Soldier cut in and surprised you when he turned and caught you in a soft kiss. Dropping the broom in surprise, you were surprised as you found your body pressed to his, a hand on your waist and he began to lead you in a dance.
• What was even more shocking then this was when he started singing along softly, voice gruff in your ear but the two of you swayed
• “I didn’t know you liked this kind of music,” you said in surprised delight, resting your head on his shoulder, smiling as you felt the chuckle deep in his throat
• “I should have danced with you like this a long time ago,” he murmured, eyes closed. 
• Now, whenever the two of you felt like dancing he’d put on this song, like the first time he was ever gifted with the chance to dance with you

Reaper:

• Reaper absolutely hates to be disturbed when he’s doing his paperwork
• While usually you would go and sit with him, this was the only time he ever asked you stay away
• Not even Sombra dared to enter his office during this time
• Except this time, you needed some help from him badly
• You had an assignment due, which sounded ridiculous. Like it was school or something. But it was due and you needed it extended another day
• And who better to ask then your top of the rank boyfriend? 
• So despite the obvious taboo it was to bother him in this obviously crucial time, you knocked gently
• When there was no answer, you wondered if you were wrong and he wasn’t there. Knocking once more, you tried to be patient
• Your patience lasted about five seconds
• Stepping in, you were about to call his name when you realized that he wasn’t facing the desk. His hood was down and he had his head resting on the back of his chair
• It took you a moment as you slowly started stepping toward him to realize that… he had earbuds in. Your big bad edge-lord was listening to music during work
• You hadn’t pegged him for that kind of guy. It wasn’t a bad thing, he just didn’t seem like the type to enjoy things like music
• Creeping closer, you leaned in and could barely make out a rather familiar tune. Leaning closer yet again, your hand slipped and you fell against his shoulder
• Reaper jumped, and you saw his hand go for one of hit shotguns- till he saw you, and a growl ripped from his lips. But you weren’t afraid
• “What are you doing?” he snarls. “I told you not to-wait, don’t touch those-!” Reaper wrestled with you for his earbuds, but your determination outweighed his strength, and you managed to wiggle away a bit, putting one to your ear
• Freezing, you turned to stare at him. “Is this ‘Sway’ by Julie London?” you asked in awe.
• Immediately Reaper ripped the headphones from whatever device he’d been using. “No. There was no music,” he snapped. 
• Eyes bright with happiness, you ignored his defensive tone and threw yourself on him. “I didn’t know you liked old jazz! Oh, I can’t help loving you even more now!’ you said, pressing kisses all over his scarred face.
• Reaper looked taken aback and didn’t know how to respond. “Can we listen to it together? I need to work on my assignment but I want to spend time with you and I can be quiet!” you whined, pouting at him.
• Looking ready to refuse, Reaper took one last look at his face and loathed himself for the weakness you gave him. “Fine,” he muttered, and you squealed, kissing him again before pulling up a chair and plugging in the earbuds again.
• Surprisingly, you managed to keep yourself quiet, and with each time you asked to do this, Reaper started to grumble less and less

Genji:

• Has no real taste in music
• I mean, don’t get me wrong
• The good news is that he recognizes bad music
• Do you know how many old western songs McCree tried to make him listen to in Overwatch? He was almost ready to ask for cybernetic ears just so he could turn the world on mute when McCree sang in his off-key voice at the top of his lungs during training
• Or those moments when D.va has this loud, hard rock playing during missions, thinking it helps make the situation more badass
• Not even Tracer’s upbeat pop and alternative rock really called to him
• In the end, music played little to his life
• Of course, you weren’t going to let this slide. This had started as a simple ‘wanting to know you’ question before you two started dating
• Now that the two of you were serious, you wanted to find out if there was any kind of music or even one song that called to Genji
• So now and then you’d play something and inconspicuously ask if he liked it
• It usually ended with a ‘meh’ or a ‘I guess’ and that…was not going to satisfy the thirst for knowledge you had. You needed to know. Surely he had something.
• So one day during breakfast you sat him down and started playing all types of music. At first, Genji didn’t mind the experiment
• Then he hoped that pretending to like one would cease the harassment by musical standards
• Except you were no fool. You know he was lying
• You didn’t give up though, until you had no choice but to go on a mission.
• When you got back, you sat down on the roof, exhausted
• You had no idea where Genji was, but you were starting to suspect this idea was probably a bad one. Genji had looked a bit annoyed when you’d last seen him, probably because all morning you had forced him to go without the quiet he usually liked to help him prepare for the day ahead
• Turning on some old jazz, your own personal favorite among music genres, you sat there staring at the sky enjoying the view
• You didn’t know how long it was before you heard a thump, and looked over to see Genji sitting next to you. He stared off into the sunset, looking thoughtful. His mask was off, a rare but beautiful sight
• “Look, Genji, I’m sorry-” you started to say.
• “I like this,” he said after a moment, looking at you. “This music….its nice. Its a little softer sounding then the other voices…. does that make sense?” he asked, wondering if he did
• You wondered if he was making it up, but you’d know if he was lying
• Who would have thought he’d like Ella Fitzgerald, you thought with a smile and you leaned your head on his shoulder
• The two of you sat there, listening to music for the rest of the evening