#overwatch drabbles

[shadowatching]

GREETINGS

i’m clearing out my inbox. we’re going full-on fresh start here!

if anyone is still hanging around this scene, feel free to send me some prompts or HC requests so i can get back to writing some delicious garbage.

[hexagon-imagines]

Requests Open!

Hello! After my long hiatus I'm back, I'm gonna be taking requests!

Here are the rules:

Headcanons: please limit to 3 characters I've done more in the past but 3 is the limit

If I'm uncomfortable with the request I will not write it, same goes if I lack inspiration

I can write light NSFW, but I'm not very confident in my skills with writing full blown NSFW

I can write sensitive topics but same rules apply

AU's are perfectly fine

But that's all, sorry I was gone for so long but this time to get back into the flow I'll only be accepting 10 requests at a time.

[overwatch-imagines-and-glory]

Hi! Love your work! I was wondering if you could do a scenario where either Tracer's or Junkrat's S/O dies in their arms as they run to get them to a healer? If you can thank you!

Thank you for your request! I am so sorry this took so long! I do hope you enjoy it.  

Everything had been going so well. Junkrat had been doing what he did best. Causing mayhem and cackling away as he did so. Roadie and his Sheila were with him laughing over the sea of explosions. He happened to glance over to see his love’s hair blowing in the wind with a smile on her face. It made his heart swell with pride seeing her in the midst of the mayhem and being one of the causes of it.  It was all going so well. Until he heard the ticking of a bomb.

“Sheila!” Junkrat cried out after he had heard the explosion. His heart stopped as he saw her laying on the ground surrounded by debris. “Oh no!” He ran as fast as he could to her, “Doll?!” His hands tried to lift the heavy sheet of metal from her body. “Roadie! Help me-I can’t” He grunted as he continued to try and lift the heavy sheet of metal from her body. “Roadie! Please!”  

He heard his friend grunting as he walked. The heavy footsteps giving off loud thuds as he approached. The large hands lifted the sheet of metal off her with ease. This allowed Junkrat to pull her free. “Sheila?! Talk to me sweetheart” he begged of her as he cradled her face. The fleshy hand tapped her skin to try and get her to wake up. “Open your eyes Doll, let me see those beauts.” He sighed heavily once he saw her eyes opening slowly.

“Jamie?” Her voice was raspy, but she still smiled at him. Even now her smile made his heart flutter. “Hey, your hair is on fire again…”

“Oh Doll, don’t worry over me right now” he caressed her hair lovingly as he smiled gently. “We ne—” he looked down and saw her shirt becoming stained by red. “Oh no…oh no!” Junkrat quickly picked her up. “We need to get her to a healer quickly!” Junkrat cradled her to his chest as he started to run as fast as his legs could carry him. But his limp was causing him to be slower than an average person. “Come on!” He grunted as he tried to run faster. “Come on!”

“Jamie—”

“Shh” he spoke in a calm manner despite how scared he was. “Don’t talk sweetheart. Save your strength.” Junkrat’s voice trembled as he spoke to her. Damn his legs for not being fast enough! Why?! Why couldn’t he run faster! Suddenly he felt the large hands of Roadhog pick him up. He looked up at his friend who now had both himself and his girl wrapped up in his arms as he ran like the devil was after him. To Junkrat, they might as well be. Holding his Sheila close to him he felt her growing cold. Her wound continued to bleed. It now became a race against Death.  

He would not let the Grim Reaper get his girl. Not yet, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye…he wasn’t ready to let go. His arms held her tighter to his chest. A tear or two managed to spill from his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to stay strong. He was scared, terrified, and he felt cold all the way down to his bones. The thought of life without her…it was something he couldn’t even begin to fathom.

Finally, they made it to the main part of the base. “Healer!” He cried out as they got inside. “I need a healer please!” His voice echoed as he fell to his knees. “Sheila we made it we—” he looked down and his brief smile faded instantly. His heart stopped as he saw that she wasn’t moving. She wasn’t even breathing. “No…” he murmured as he desperately tried to find a pulse. “Sheila…” his voice cracked as his hands cupped her soot-covered face. “Sheila…wake up…please!” He begged as several pairs of hands reached out to remove her body from him. “Sheila!” He cried out as he watched her being taken from him. He cried out with all his might as Roadhog had to hold him back. “No! Let me go!” He yelled as his eyes glossed over. “I need to go to her! Let me go!” He tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Stop,” the behemoth stated softly. “Junkie…stop…” His voice was eerily calm. Something that rarely happened unless things were bad. When Junkrat heard the tone of his voice and his wriggling soon came to a stop. He let out a strangled whimper as he finally lost it. Everything inside of him shattered into a million pieces. Tears flowed down his cheeks like a hard rain. His cries of pain echoed through the base. He cried until he had no tears left. His eyes were raw, and his voice was hoarse. How could this happen? Why did this happen? …Why her?

His whole body became numb. He couldn’t think nor could he breathe. He sat on the cold floor for what seemed like hours. He prayed, he prayed, that there was some chance. Some shred of a possibility that she could be saved.

However, when the medic team came out, he knew. He knew the moment he saw the look on their faces. “I’m sorry…” He didn’t listen to what else they had to say. It didn’t matter. She was gone…gone. His Sheila…his girl…gone.

The only thing he had to remember her by…was the gold ring in his pocket. 

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[blackwatchfatamorgana]

There weren’t many nights where she would have reoccurring dreams but this dream persisted. Each time she dreamt the same dream, more and more details were revealed and soon she began to welcome the dream.

It began in her hometown of Dorado, Mexico, in her old loft. The heat was nearly unbarable despite the sun had set several hours ago the hot sticky weather persisted, even with the breeze from the ocean. She would always wake up naked with only a thin sheet to cover her and the unknown person next to her. Whispers of love and adoration was shared between them but ther person was blurred.

Perhaps it was the heat of Switzerland that reminded her of the sweltering summers in Dorado. The summer also served as a reminder of how long it has been since she traveled. She didn’t have the luxury of traveling as much but if she could, she would.

Dorado would be the first place she would visit.

The dream started the same, she would awaken from a light slumber in her loft in Mexico, warm, covered in a light sheen of sweat and tired from whatever she did before sleep took her. The was breeze warm and salty from the ocean, a fan buzzed softly nearby in an attempt to cool the heated air but there was always someone next to her, asleep.

There was always some outside force that yanked her from her dream, interrupting her from discovering who the man was but this time was different. Nothing forced her awake as she turned on to her side and came face to face with a man.

 A man she knew too well.

Tanned skin, perfectly trimmed facial hair, a scar on his lip, and messy curly hair on top.

She knew him, but not like this. He appeared younger, fewer scars, and less worn from the copious amount of work, late nights and hardships he had to endure.

“mmm..guapa…” the man’s voice was rough, deep in timbre as he spoke. His eyes were still closed as he spoke, a small smile on his lips.

Her heart pounded against her chest as she looked silently in awe of the man. She had only seen photos of how the man looked when he was younger, but to see him this close.

“How did you sleep?” he spoke again, his eyes slid open and focused on her.

“It’s…hot,” Kallista finally found her voice.

“Yeah…I thought LA was hot, Mexico is a different beast,” he replied with a deep sigh.

“Yeah…” Kallista replied quietly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, a large hand reached out to gently cup her cheek.

“I…thought you would have been gone…Gabriel,” she whispered as if the words themselves would cause the man to disappear.

“Gone? Why? I still have two more days until I’m back on the field…”Gabriel began when a sudden smirk crossed his lips.

“Don’t tell me I accidentally banged your head against the headboard too hard last night,” Gabriel chuckled.

“No…I’m being serious,” Kallista replied.

“Why would I leave?” Gabriel questioned, Kallista hesitated.

“I don’t know…” Kallista replied almost timidly. She felt vulnerable as she rested next to the man.

“Kallista—“

Her heart nearly jumped from her chest as her name came from the man’s lips.

“Kallista I would never leave you, if I go I’ll come back to you…these skirmishes with the omnics have been dying down and soon I’ll be on leave to spend all my time with you,” Gabriel began.

“I hate the fact that I’m away from you all the time and god I miss you so fucking much but…” he trailed off. “I remind myself that I’m doing this for the future…for the future of our children,”

“I know…I know…you don’t need to convince me of anything,” Kallista replied with a sigh.

“You remember right…our wedding…” Gabriel began as he took her left hand and brought it up to his lips. Again, Kallista’s heart nearly jumped from her chest at the mention of their wedding.

“You know that I am a man of my word and this ring is a symbol of my promise to you. My promise that I will return to you no matter what,” Gabriel said and placed a kiss on to her knuckles.

Don’t forget that ok?

Kallista’s body jolted awake, a darkened chilled room greeted her.

“Lights on…”

The lights in her room slowly turned on and allowed her eyes to adjust to the fluorescent lighting. She felt the bed next to her, it was warm but empty.

He wasn’t there…or he had been there.

“Athena…what is today’s date?” Kallista asked. The AI of the base flicked on one of the display boards in her room that displayed the date and time.

October 24

In her sleepy haze, Kallista ran a hand through her hair as bits of the dream came back to her when suddenly the door to her private bathroom opened and closed.

“You’re awake,”

“Gabriel?” Kallista looked at the man in shock.

“You sound so surprised to see me,” Gabriel commented as he made his way over to the bed. He was shirtless, wore loose fit sweatpants and wore a groggy grumpy expression.

“I thought you were…you know…gone,” Kallista replied. The man grunted as he slid back into bed and underneath the blankets. “Or back in your room,”

“I like your bed better,” Gabriel simply replied as he shifted to get into a more comfortable position.

“It’s smaller,” Kallista replied.

“It’s more comfortable…cozy… and besides, I have a few hours left before I have to leave. I would rather spend that time with you…resting comfortably,” Gabriel sighed.

“Mmm…lights off,” Kallista said and snuggled up to the man and his warmth. Gabriel wrapped an arm around her tightly and soothed her into a warm sense of safety.

“How long will you be gone this time?” Kallista asked.

“Not sure…hopefully not that long…you worried?” Gabriel questioned.

“Not…really,” Kallista replied with a sigh. A soft chuckle came from the man as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You remember what I said right?” Gabriel began.

“You say a lot of things, you have to be more specific,” Kallista replied

“My promise to you…” Gabriel whispered.

“You promised that you’ll come back to me no matter what,” Kallista replied as she draped a leg over his hip.

“I’m a man of my word, don’t forget that,” He replied gruffly.

“I won’t…”

[hexagon-imagines]

Ask: Widow’s Knight: Hello! I’m wanting a Widowmaker love confession request!

Alright I gottcha covered ;)

My dearest (Y/N),

No

My friend,

No

This is infuriating. Ameilé thought sitting in her dark, blank-walled room. Why did she have to feel this way? All those operations, all the experiments that were done on her...and all pain was for nothing. Her stone of a hard was eroding, and it was more painful then anything.

Dear (Y/N),

I'm writing this letter in regards of my emotions. In a turn of phrase, I feel something with you. I feel sun's warmth, and I feel the snow's cold... I don't even know how to say or what to do about it. I feel like I've been damned for my sins. Forced to live with what I've done and this is my punishment. To live in the shell I once called myself. I can not stand this dark room with no windows. I feel like I'm going insane. But I feel something so special with you. My heart aches, my chest feel light whenever your around. But I also feel empty, because I see you. And I think of what I've done...Forgive me if I'm not making sense.

-Amelié

There it was. That's what she wants to say. That's what she felt? Feelings, and a confession letter. Sitting back in the hard chair she stared at the ceiling. The small cracks and discoloration never catching her eye as she stared out. Crossing her arms she stood up. Now or never. Drawing in a deep breath she walked out of the room and into the dark hallways of the base.

Walking down the twisting hallways, she could feel her heart begin to beat out of her chest. Was this a good idea? What would you say? She asked herself, doubt and anxiety building in her chest. Losing her balance she braced herself on the wall, her chest heaving. Fucking feelings. She cursed, sliding down the wall. Pulling her knees up to her face.

Flashes of light came before her eyes. Flashes of happy times, the sunset on a beach. Herself in a white bridal gown... Bringing her head up with a gasp, she felt her cheeks wet with tears. Gingerly bringing her hand up to her face she wiped away the tears. Standing up and wiping her face with her arm, she continued forward. The sound of her feet padding on the hard concrete the only sound in her ears.

Reaching your room, she raised her hand to knock. But she hesitated, a sick feeling swelled up inside her. Looking down at the letter with your name scrolled in cursive... She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Coming!" You called from inside, clumsily opening the door. "Oh, Widow. Hi, what's up?" You asked, a friendly smile on on your face. "Um, I actually haven't planned this far but here." She said, handing you the letter and walking away.

"Thank you Widow!" You called after her. "Amelié. Please call me Amelié." She said walking backwards. A small look of shock splashed on your face. Turning around and walking away, she couldn't help but smile.

[hexagon-imagines]

@gamester1941

Ask: Ooh ooh I got one! Sombra/Moira/Reinhardt/Soldier's S/O (preferably male) likes steam punk, what do they think of the concept?

Ooo I like it! Sorry if it's a little vague!

Sombra

She loves it, she's always leaned more towards cyber goth/punk but she loves the decor and props of steampunk

Soldier

He's seen the style before but all he really knows is clocks and old styled dresses, but he's willing to learn more about it

Moira

Much like 76, she's seen the style around before. She likes the goggles and dapper top hat combination, and she likes the colors and the aesthetic

Reinhardt

He loves it, he loves older styles and older things. The clockwork and Victorian feel of the style is very cool to him

[hexagon-imagines]

Ask: Hello! If you are doing requests, may I have one with Hanzo, where he just joined Overwatch and he doesn’t know many people, other than his brother and other few. So, when he meets with the team for the first time, at their first mission after years, he meets this girl(reader) and he kinda starts to feel something for her and stuff. Thank you! :*

I kinda twist the prompt just a lil bit, and it's kinda set in different points in time each one, I'm so sorry it took so long sweetheart!

"I don't feel like going and socializing." Hanzo groaned, crossing his arms like an angered child. "C'mon its not that bad you giant baby." Genji teased, squatting down and pinching his cheek. "I just want you to have a fresh start here, you know like trying to make friends?" Genji sighed, standing up and tapping his foot in mock annoyance.

"Fine, I'll go. But only for a little while." Hanzo sighed, rolling his eyes in the process. Standing up, he shoved on a hoodie and a pair of worn out sneakers. "I'm not going to get dressed up for this, let's just get it over with."

...

"Are you even trying to enjoy yourself brother?" Genji asked, holding a half empty glass of beer. "I never said I'd talk to anyone I said I'll stay for a little while." He scoffed, taking the beer out of Genji's hand and chugging the rest. "Rude. And please I want you to meet my friends." He groaned pulling Hanzo's arm towards a small group of people. The faces were familiar, Former Overwatch members, and some goofy looking cowboy.

"Hanzo, this is Ana, Jack, Wilhelm, and Jesse. Hanzo?" Genji said, looking around for his vanished brother. "Bitch."

...

Sitting outside, Hanzo heaved a heavy sigh. He was finally away from everyone. No more annoying conversations and small talk, and no nagging brothers. Laying back he could hear the laughter and music coming from inside. It made him feel a little guilty, how many times has he done this at parties? Being dragged into going, only to disappear twenty minutes in. Sighing he stared at his feet. Deciding if he was going run away or go back and try to enjoy the cheap beer and wine.

"Hello?" Someone called cautiously from behind him. "Hmm? Who is it?" He asked, standing up and putting his hands in his pockets. "Oh sorry we haven't met I'm (Y/N)." You smiled, walking over and offer out a handshake. "Nice to meet you, I'm Hanzo." He stated, shaking you hand firmly and letting go. "Don't need to be so formal, it's a party, try and relax." You chuckled, walking away back into the house. "See you later Hanzo! It was nice meeting you!" You called back before someone eagerly dragged you back inside.

"Nice meeting you too..."

...

"You ready to meet your groups?" 76 grumbled, his arms behind his back as he stood in front of everyone. A mumble of yes swept through the rows of people. "Alright..." He began listing off people name by name. He wasn't really paying attention, mostly just zoning out, focusing on a screw that held the ceiling up. "Hanzo!" Someone said, jolting him back into reality. "What brother?" He sighed, tightening his jaw in annoyance.

"You have to go with your team." He sighed, pointing towards the three membered group. "Fine." He groaned, grabbing his bag and walking over. They were all wrapped up in a conversation, not noticing his presence. "Hey! You're Hanzo right?" Someone exclaimed, drawing his attention to them. "Oh it's you." He droned, looking at your uncomfortable stature. "What?" He asked, moving the strap of his bag around. "Sorry. I'm just not super not great at initiating conversation and being able to keep it going thing." You chuckled, moving the strap of you duffle bag.

"Well, this is a start." He said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. "Hello it's nice to meet you. Would you like to hang out?" He said. In all honesty, Genji made his practice a script. So why not try and get something out of those two hours he'd never get back.

...

"I'm gonna win!" You slurred, taking another shot and flopping back into the couch. "Unlikely hicc-" Hanzo hiccuped. Giggling hysterically, you slid on to the floor. "Are you ok??? hicc-" Hanzo asked, peering over the coffee table. "I don't knooowww!" You giggled, sitting up and leaning against the table. "Ah there you are. Glad you hicc- are safe." He smiled dopily. "I'm glad we became friends." You sighed, reaching over the table to hold his hand, knocking empty shot glasses over in the process.

"I'm hicc- glad too, you're so nice to me. I don't deserve you (Y/N)." He sighed, suddenly seeming very sober. Small streams of tears running down his face. "Why? Why are you good to me?" He sniffled, wiping his tears with the backs of his hands. Biting your lip you got up and walked over to him, pulling him into your chest. "Because I love you." You whispered, running your hand up and down his back as he cried. "I love you too, I love you so much." He cried, gripping the fabric of your shirt. "Please don't leave me." He whispered, tears still falling down his cheeks as he looked into your eyes. "I won't, I promise."

[hexagon-imagines]

Ask: Can I ask for Soldier 76 who doesn't want to confess his love for the reader but it's obvious and McCree just pretend to flirt with the reader to make Soldier confess to her ?? Hope it's good ! Thank yooou ♡

Ooo yes! I kinda set it more in the past I hope that's not a problem! It's not the best but I hope you enjoy!!

"Hey there doll." Jesse drawled, the butt of his cigar hanging loosely out of his mouth as he smiled at you. "Hello cowboy." You laughed, giving him a small salute. Taking a hit of his cigar, before dropping the butt to the ground and smushing it with his heel. "I thought you said you were going to stop smoking?" You teased, pushing his forehead with your pointer finger.

"Tsk, what are you my mom? Plus its mullein, Reyes said it's supposed to help your lungs or some shit." He huffed leaning against the wall. "Does Jack not like me?" You asked suddenly, changing the topic from Jesse's smoking habits. "What do you mean?" Jesse asked looking towards you. "I mean- ugh, He never talks to me. He's always avoiding me. Hell he doesn't even look eye!" You exclaimed, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall in aggravation.

"Have you asked him about it?" He chuckled, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground. "No whenever I try to confront him he says he's busy and turns me away. He's such a prick." You grumbled, sitting on the ground next to him. "Well ya want to mess with him?" Jesse smirked looking over at you. "How?" You asked looking over at the overly confident cowboy. "Just sit on my lap."

"What the fuck?! Why would I sit on your lap?" You retorted. "Just do it, trust me and play along ok?" He whispered lowly. Squinting your eyes and nodding slowly, you climbed onto his lap. "Now what?" You sighed leaning against his body. "Like I said play along." He whispered, placing his hands on your thighs. "God you're so sexy." He said out loud running his hands up and down your legs. "Says you cowboy." You teased, smiling and taking his hat off his head. Glancing behind you he gave you a small wink.

"Ahem."

"Oh hey, Jack." Jesse drawled, a knowing smirk taking over his face. "Sorry am I interrupting?" Jack grumbled, crossing his arms. "Umm, not really. What's up?" You asked, getting off of Jesse's lap. "Nothing, I'm sorry." He sighed before walking away. "Hey! Don't storm off! What's wrong?" You asked, catching up to him. "Nothing, like I said just drop it (Y/N)." He said lowly. "Well obviously its something! You seem to avoid me at all costs, and you just stormed off cause I was with Jesse!" You exclaimed.

"Why do you think? He was touching you." He seethed through his teeth, crossing his arms angrily. "Is that what it's about? He just told me to ok? So I played along, and you seem more pissed at me then you were before." You told him, he looked at you for a minute before speaking. "I'm not good with this feelings crap, but I like you (Y/N) I really really do." He sighed, the tips of his ears turning pink. "I like you too."