They’ve been out and about on Talon business for a while now, and Akande hadn’t found it in him to say no when his big companion’s head had tracked the sight of the Omnic bordello they’d been passing. He respects Roadhog like he does nobody else: he is huge and quiet, not boasting about his destructive strength but quietly, proudly showing it off in the sway of his gigantic gut and the meaty biceps he never covered.

Excerpt of my Roadhog/Zenyatta/Doomfist fic for the upcoming comp…

I love… Roadhog… so much.

So. Fucking. Much.