*** This is an Overwatch fan fiction story focusing on DVA and a well endowed white not-so-gentleman, which was requested by a follower of mine. I do hope you enjoy.
U_D ***
The long, sleek pink and purple hover-limo pulled up beside the red carpet at the front entrance to Cubed3, the most exclusive club in Busan. As usual, the pavement was already lined by those queuing to enter, and those seeking to catch a glimpse of anyone who is anyone. On the outside, the building was a massive, simple concrete cube. The brutalist design belied its hyper-stylized interior. The daunting, minimalist aesthetic seemed to only further pique the curiosity of those not deemed prestigious enough for admittance. Attendants hurried forward to open the door of the limo as four beautiful young ladies proceeded to exit.
They were instantly assaulted by a blinding barrage of paparazzi cameras.
Cho stepped out of the vehicle first, shyly sweeping a gossamer strand of her black hair behind her ear. She was small and petite, and the youngest of the four. The tall and striking Kwan followed, smoothing her red dress to her long, powerful thigh before calmly striding towards the entrance, apparently oblivious to the attention the group were receiving. Jae practically leapt from the limo to stand in front of the waiting journalists and streamers. She playfully winked and blew kisses at them, tossing her dyed blonde hair before holding up a pretend gun. The number of camera flashes sharply ebbed as it quickly dawned on the crowd that she was not the celebrity they had come to see.
The last to emerge was Hana Song, a stunning 19 year old Korean actress and former gamer. Her long brown hair bounced and shone with vitality as she followed her friends towards the door. Her athletic body was nicely complimented by perfect C cup breasts and a juicy ass that regularly made the top 10 lists of less than reputable publications.
The crowd seemed to surge as voices called out questions and begged for autographs.
It wasn't just Hana's beauty and acting talent that drew the attention and adoration of the public. She also happened to be one of the youngest and most fearsome mech pilots ever to face Omnics.
She was better known by her pilot handle.
D.Va.
Hana waved briefly to the press and attending fans, turning to show off her long dress, the colors inspired by her white, purple, pink, and blue battlesuit. Personally, she thought it a bit gauche, but had agreed to wear it at the behest of her sponsors. Hana reminded herself that the glitz and glamor of her new life came with extreme pressure, though it also opened up unprecedented opportunities. The proceeds for wearing her dress that night alone would be used to fund a new orphanage.
She blew a bubble with her pink chewing gum and held up two fingers to the waiting crowd. The mass of people frothed like starving piranhas as they tried to capture the best photo op of the night.
As she posed, she briefly thought about how rapidly her life had changed in the last few years. From a virtually unknown gamer, to a virtuoso mech pilot, she now had more money than she could spend in ten lifetimes, and a legion of fans across the globe. Yet, if she was honest with herself, she had an uncanny feeling that there was something missing. She had agreed to come out for Jae's birthday, but Hana would have much preferred to tinker with her Mech than endure the endless inevitable sycophants she seemed to attract.
As she turned she saw her friends were now walking through the tall steel doors of Cubed3. A small voice called out for her. She noticed a boy far too young to be there at that hour, his hand outstretched with a pen and piece of paper. His face was painted with the same warpaint she wore as D.Va. Smiling, Hana turned to him, took the pen and paper, and signed her autograph. She asked for his phone, and took a selfie with the delighted and disbelieving youth. As she pressed the button to snap the pic, she planted a kiss on his cheek. He blushed a deep crimson and gushed awkwardly as he thanked her.
The crowd went wild.
Hana smiled to herself. That would probably go viral, though that wasn't why she had done it. It was a nice feeling to be able to make someone's day with a small gesture.
With a final wave, she turned to the entrance of the club... only to find it blocked by a tall Caucasian man wearing a black suit and an earpiece. The other bouncers appeared to be busy as they escorted two irate young ladies from the premises.
"Sorry Miss, are you on the list?" he asked in passable Korean. He was huge, probably 6'5 and obviously extremely powerful. His upper body muscles bulged under his suit, suggesting a daily of lifting quite heavy weights.
Despite his size, Hana felt a mild irritation that this Westerner didn't know who she was.
"Uhhh... " Hana began, not wanting to use her profile to get in. She gestured towards the doorway behind him. "My three friends just went in... so...?"
"And... how am I supposed to know they were your friends?" he responded, bemused. He appeared to be in his late 30s, or possible early 40s, and had a strong jawline. Though he wasn't traditionally handsome, there was no doubting his masculine energy.
Hana took a deep breath. It's ok, she thought, he's just doing his job. Not his fault he apparently hasn't watched the news in the last year!
"Excuse me, SIR... You might not realize it but... I'm actually DVA?..." She raised an expectant eyebrow, assuming a humble apology would be forthcoming once the security guard finally realized his error.
Instead, he just grinned. "Oh yeah?" Pointing at his security tag, he said,"And I'm actually D-A-V-I-D. Nice to meet ya."
Hana's eyes narrowed.
"THAT... IS... IT!!!" Hana hissed, her cheeks flushing red with anger. "Why don't you go ask your BOSS or one of your colleagues who I am, you!... you!... ignorant fool!"
Hana noticed the crowd behind her begin to murmur with interest at the unfolding scene. She also began to feel a creeping embarrassment at the prospect of having to call her friends to come and get her. The tall, strong bouncer's eyes seemed to have a mischievous glint as he opened his mouth to answer.
Luckily however, a large Korean man stepped forward and whispered in David's ear.
The Westerner's expression returned to a stony neutrality as he unhooked the velvet rope and stood aside. His eyes rose to look above Hana's head, no longer maintaining eye contact.
"Go ahead Miss." he said coolly.
Hana scoffed loudly as she passed him.
She was furious.
That cheeky asshole had the gaul to stop her from entering this shitty little club!?!
Inside the venue her friends were waiting for her, a vodka and Nano Cola already ordered from their attendant. She wanted to snap at them for leaving her outside. Instead, calming herself, she told them about the altercation with the tall white bouncer. She drained her glass once she had concluded the story.
"What a prick!" Cho muttered.
"Ah, forget that guy!" Kwan shrugged. "We're here for Jae!"
"Exactly!" Jae chimed in. "Tonight is all about my favorite thing in the world!... MEEEEE!"
The girls laughed.
As they were shown to the VIP section above the club, Hana couldn't shake the smirking cold gray eyes of the Westerner from her mind.
The night continued and after a few drinks and some time on the dancefloor, Hana didn't think about the earlier slight again. The girls danced with each other, Jae and Kwan eventually pairing off with a couple of tall, handsome Busan IPark players. At about 2am, they waved goodbye to Hana and Cho as they left with their new friends.
Jae winked and blew a kiss at Cho, causing the virgin to blush.
"Sluuuuuut!" Cho yelled after her.
