So... okay. Just because you all need to see it, Iâll leave you here this fanart because it caused me to start shipping this and so far Iâm liking it.
Thank you @burythekidd for giving me this beautiful ship, I love it, I don't care about anything else.
As a reference, this is set on a day-to-day AU. Akande is a martial artist, so he needs to train everyday as a job. I want to apologize if it's not the best, it's 1:40 in the morning and I just googled the info I needed.
Title: I have a cellphone for one reason only
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: LĂșcio Correia dos Santos/Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu
Rating: G.
Word Count: 1124
Brief tags: Fluff, Texting, Selfies, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Summary: Akande wouldn't really need a cellphone if it wasn't because LĂșcio always sends him cute messages.
You can read it under the cut or in AO3!
Akande had a cellphone, but he rarely used it.
Somehow, to everyoneâs amazement, Akande Ogundimu managed to live a normal life without an extensive usage of his cellphone. He was a morning person, so he had no problem waking up early. He kept an agenda, so he didnât have the need for constant text reminders or alarms. He liked jogging and training without music, so he didnât charge it to his cellphone. He only ever used it for texting and phone calls.
After all, LĂșcio always had something to show him through texts.
LĂșcio Correia Dos Santos had what it seemed like an infinite repertory of internet videos, pictures, jokes, puns, memes and other various stuff, so it wasnât unusual for Akande to feel his cellphone buzzing in his pocket, a message from his favorite frog awaiting with what probably was a video of a puppy learning how to howl, or a picture of a rabbit with a funny hat.
        LĂșcio: OMG LOOK AT THIS BALL OF FLUFF <3
        Akande: It is quite fluffy indeed. Like a snowball.
        LĂșcio: ITâS ADORABLE I KNEW YOUâD LIKE IT!!!
        Akande: I did, thank you love.
Akande always had to find a split second of his routine to look at all the messages LĂșcio sent him, and there were lots of them. It made him happy. He liked those split seconds of âAwwâ he got from LĂșcioâs little animal vids, or the laugh he got from the videos of people licking Nintendo Switch cartridges. LĂșcio knew exactly how to cheer him up.
There were a few favorites, of course; those that Akande would definitely get if he was feeling down from a bad day, or exhausted after a rough training session: The sneezing panda (old, but a real classic), Asdf Movies (he knew them by heart at this point, but they were still funny), a specific Vine compilation (with both cute animals and funny short movies) and Akandeâs most favourite thing in the world: LĂșcioâs selfies.
It was 10am, right on time for his training to start and, as always, he felt a small buzz on his pocket before changing clothes. He unlocked his screen to reveal a new picture LĂșcio just sent him: A selfie where he wore the new pastel green hoodie he had just gotten as a gift from Akande.
        LĂșcio: Hope you have a good day today! I know I will, Iâm wearing the cutest hoodie ever.
Akande smiled at the screen, typing a small answer before pocketing his cellphone inside his shorts.
        Akande: You look lovely. That color looks really good on you.
(On the other side of the line, LĂșcio felt like screaming because he loved it whenever Akande complimented him.)
Akande loved LĂșcioâs selfies; they were always so fashionable and cute and beautiful and oh gods that man made Akande go weak. LĂșcio loved to wear diverse colors and styles, ranging from hipster to casually formal to⊠I donât know, honestly, but Akande always saved every single one of the selfies LĂșcio sent him. Looking at them always lifted Akandeâs mood no matter what, so LĂșcio had arranged a plan to always send his boyfriend a selfie before he started training, to ensure he would start his day with a smile.
Today, Akande had stamina training, so he started off by running on the treadmill. His trainer had an exercise regime where he would shift between different aerobic exercises each 10 minute, so Akande first run on the treadmill, then he changed to the cycling machine, then to the stair climbing one, and back to the treadmill again. It was intense, but it had helped him to last much longer while jogging, which was helpful.
After some time, he was given a break so he could drink water and relax before the next round. Akande had already discarded his shirt, his sweat making it a bit uncomfortable, but he had an extra pair in case this happened. His trainer was pummeling him today, but it felt good letting out all this energy.
He felt a buzz coming from his bag. He opened it, looked for his cellphone and found a new message from LĂșcio there. A selfie (oh this was definitely a good day) with LĂșcio holding a little newborn dog right next to his face.
        LĂșcio: Look!!! Hanaâs dog had puppies!!! Arenât they cute?
It was almost like LĂșcio had felt Akande needed a word of cheer to keep on going. He smiled fondly at the screen, already typing an answer.
        Akande: Yes, they are very cute. Will she keep them all, though? I could use a partner at my morning jog.
        LĂșcio: Iâll make sure to ask her. Howâs training?
Akande was about to write his usual answer, something along the line âEverythingâs good,â but a sudden idea flashed through his mind. A good one, might I add. At the gym, there was a whole wall covered in mirrors and just looking at them gave Akande a clever idea to thank his boyfriend for lifting his mood.
He stood up from the bench and went up to the mirror wall. Then, Akande flexed his arm, making sure his muscles looked the best he could. He flashed a small smile; the kind of smiles only LĂșcio had the privilege to see and, with the tap of a finger, he sent his boyfriend a selfie of his own.
On the other side, LĂșcio felt a buzz on his pocket, so he left the little pup rest on his lap while he opened the chat. His phone didnât automatically download all pics (Hana had a bit of a habit of spamming him a lot of memes), so there was a split second of wait before all air escaped LĂșcioâs lungs and all his blood went straight to his cheeks.
        Akande: You tell me. Does it look like itâs working?
Oh man⊠oh man oh man oh man oh man.
LĂșcio decided he would save that picture. God, Akande could be mean when he wanted to. Who allowed him to be that beautiful?!
RIP to all my followers who care nothing about Doomcio or Boombox, because Doomfist's gorgeous everything rekindled my obsession with the Overwatch ships.
