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The Widow's Kiss
[Widowmaker x Female! Reader]
‘’Amélie,'’ You mumble as you start to open your eyes next to her, still half asleep. ‘’Yes, ma chérie?’’ she replies. You roll over to face her, lips upturned in a soft smile. ‘’Merry Christmas!’’ you murmur as you get out of bed groggily, to make your special breakfast. She frowns to herself in bed, missing your immense warmth. She buries herself in the duvet and decides to try and sleep.
As you walk towards the kitchen you remembered that you had run out of milk after the huge night of baking you had done. So, you told Amélie that you were going to the store. On your way to the store you recognised a dear friend - Angela Ziegler! She greeted you and wished you a Merry Christmas and you replied accordingly. You were in a rush though, so before she could start light conversation, you tapped your watch, walked past and prayed she understood.
You finally got there after some notable amount of time had passed. You relaxed, gently meandering around the store, enjoying your walk to the dairy aisle. ‘’Damn, they’re out of milk.’’ You think to yourself, looking at the empty milk shelves. Not knowing what to do you just made a hefty trip to another store. Luckily, they had milk so you grabbed 2 jugs and rushed home.
"Amelie? I am home!’’ You call out.
"Bienvenue à la maison," Amélie whispered, walking up to you. You asked her if she'd like crêpes for breakfast, and eagerly agreed - well… in her own way, softly nodding with the slightest of smiles. Hand in hand, you made your way to the kitchen. Amelie gracefully seats herself at the table, absentmindedly reading a local newspaper, her eyes tracing over the words effortlessly. She was never much for talking, and you were okay with that.
You take time to admire her serene beauty. It is often overlooked by many by the glaring colour of her skin, or her figure that catches their attention. You loved everything about Amelie, despite the way she may appear and the things she had done in her dark past. You loved the way her lips slightly parted every time she felt something familiar. You loved the way she shared small smiles with you. She was becoming the Amelie she used to be. Just very slowly, one step at a time. And you were willing to be by her side to support her through all of it. To see it.
You had gotten so absorbed into your daydream that you didn't notice your crêpes were burning and on fire - and Amelie tending to them, dousing them under water. She quickly set the pan aside, rushing to you. "Mon cœur, are you alright?" She cupped your face with her hand, gently brushing a thumb over your skin. "Do you have any burns? Are you hurt?" She asked her voice hushed and syrupy, honey irises gazing into your own. Alluring. "Please, you must be more careful, mon amour. I cannot lose you." Her tone betrayed the true meaning of her words, monotone and bleak. Yet still, you were absolutely captivated. She was so gentle at heart, yet.. so ruthless out on the field.
Amelie had you wrapped around her finger.
Feeling risky, you decided to do something you hadn't done in a long time. You placed a hand on top of hers, feeling the chill of her skin. "I'm sorry, Amelie. I will do my best for you." You leaned in, slowly tilting your head. Amelie stood still as she allowed you to go ahead. You pressed your lips to hers gently, feeling small waves of pleasure travel up and down your spine and veins. She was cold, but her lips were ever soft and inviting.
You pulled away, and you felt Amelie hesitate. She hadn't had a kiss at all since her murder of Gerard. She had forgotten how intimate it was. It was enough to evoke some kind of emotion in her. Foreign for years, but felt so familiar.
Love.
"Joyeux Noël, Y/N."
This was definitely a Christmas to remember.
Claire birthday headcanons because it's her birthday today!!
I had to do this by legal obligation, I love one girl so much…
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On her birthday, Claire’s super excited !! She’s the kind of person who goes around saying “guess what today is” and bounces on her heels while she waits for you to reply.
In fact, she’s so excited, she even manages to wake herself up earlier than usual..
By the time she’s woken up, however, the scent of a familiar dessert has wafted up to the room: cake.
She doesn’t hesitate to hop up, get dressed, and hurry down to the kitchen.
Even if she trips on a stair on the way down.
When she comes in the room, everyone ( excluding Noel ) is in the kitchen getting things ready… so much for a surprise.
Sirius chews her ear off while Ashe and Wilardo bicker about the cake topping in the kitchen.. sure she feels bad for ruining the surprise but it all looks so cute!
The dining room is decorated with makeshift streamers and a sign hastily written.
She doesn’t think she deserves all the effort put into it.. and she tunes out Sirius’s earfull easily by looking around
Claire thinks its all so cute!
In the end the boys opt for chocolate icing with flowers around the side, and they all give gifts to her.
Sirius gives Claire a book with an amulet for a bookmark, Ashe’s gift was the cake, Wilardo had put together a custom bouquet, and…
Noel doesn’t get to spend time with her on her birthday until the night. By then, he had it all planned out. Having invited her over the night prior, he gives her a gift: a new bow with a star constellation pattern.
She’s stunned speechless for a moment but the two have a night together to stargaze with the new bow in her hair.
ミ☆ Mod Noel ミ☆
due to personal reasons I am now god.
- mod noel
Transparent of extra CG of Claire and Zizel, including both together, only Claire, and only Zizel! Please enjoy! -Noel
guys if you all dont stop im leaving this blog already!
sorry but... please.
This is going to sound strange but...I'm non-binary, and I've been fascinated with drag for a long time - specifically drag kings. I really like the idea of it, but since I'm non-binary I don't know if I'm allowed to do drag, or if I can even call myself a Drag King if I do. I love performing and I love exploring and challenging gender and it just fascinates me so much, but I don't want to step out of line. Thoughts?
I think it's okay to do drag and call yourself a drag king. Exploring and challenging gender isn't restricted to binary people.
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