One Dwarf, One Hammer
Törbjorn x Reinhardt
ILIOS
"FUCK. MY TURRET." Torbjörn screamed as the plucky British hero zipped by, sticking a bomb to his auto-aiming, rage-inducing machine-child. "What're ya gonna do now, ya lil beard-totin' pirate?" Tracer mocked.
Visibly annoyed, Torbjörn readied his double barreled shotgun. "FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M SWEDISH." The dwarf screeched, as he went full retard, unleashing his ultimate.
Without a turret, molten core was ineffective. Tracer simply swam back through the time stream, regaining her health.
"Cheers, love! Cavalry's-". The short-haired Brit was interrupted by a large armored man smacking into her side. "Euugghh..." Tracer moaned as her bleeding corpse disappeared.
"A-ha! Looks like I saved your ass there, short IKEA-dweller!" Reinhardt belted. "Get back out there Torby!"
The stout mechanic was awestruck by his shining savior. Never had he seen a beard as sexy as his own...
TWO MONTHS LATER AT
WATCHPOINT GIBRALTAR
"Ah, fuck, little man! You've got a big cock for a dwarf!" Reinhardt admired. It was true, Torby's little Torby stood at 9 inches.
"Are you going to stick it in me? Or are you going to tease this old dog a bit longer?" Reinhardt said as seductively as he could in his usual shout. "Of course, just need to make sure that everything is working as intended first..." Torbjörn said with a grin.
Torbörn took his pinky finger, and stuck it up the asshole of the unsuspecting German hero. Reinhardt screeched. "Gah! Playing dirty, eh?"
Without a word, Torbjörn penetrated the bulldog of a man. The bulldog howled, and they wrestled in their bed all night long...
6 AM THE NEXT MORNING
The door opens to find a disappointed and cranky Soldier 76. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE?!"