My lil ass needs some angst so if it's not too much. Could you do drabbles about how tracer and pharah would react when they see after a long time scars left on their s/o body (caused by them in the past assuming that during a misunderstanding at the battlefield they had a "rough first met" and he/she got the worst part of the damage)
Sorry for the delay honey and the poor quality!
Tracer
“Mornin’ love,” Lena yawned as she trudged into the kitchen exhausted and bleary eyed. She was usually so full of life but ever since the recall she had been run ragged. “Are you alright there, Oxton?” you asked, raising an eyebrow while the plopped into a seat, clearly struggling to keep her eyes open. “You look like you could use some hibernation, never mind a nap.”She waved off your concern while her other hand tried to hide another wide yawn. Her chronal accelerator was haphazard strapped over her pyjamas and you were terrified it would fall off her at any second. “I’m fine, silly! Or at least I will be once I get some coffee in me,” she assured you, moving to stand. You quickly got up from your seat and crossed the room before she even registered the sound of your chair scraping the floor. A look of confusion crossed her sleepy features as you gently grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down. “Sit,” you ordered, “I’ll put the kettle on.”“Mmm. My hero,” she sighed as she slouched in the seat. She watched you as you filled the kettle before grabbing her favourite mug. It was little things like this that always put her in an extra good mood. But the smile was quickly wiped off her face as you reached up to grab a mug for yourself off a higher shelf. In doing so your shirt lifted and exposed a nasty scar along your back. Lena quickly dropped her gaze as the memories of just how you got that filled her with guilt. You had started off as simply being another target for her. An enemy. And now here you were making her coffee, waking up in her arms only minutes earlier. The thoughts of the pain she put you through made her well up but she quickly wiped the tears away. However she wasn’t quick enough this time. “Is something wrong?” you asked gently, walking over and setting the mug down in front of her. She quickly shook her head and gave you a week smile. “Nothing at all, love!” she said cheerily, trying to hide the crack in her voice as she reached up to stroke your cheek, “Just got some gunk in my eye is all. Was obstructing the lovely view.”PharahFareeha’s head shot up when she heard the keys jingle in the door. Her heart would always flutter as soon as she heard you were back, it was as if she was an excited puppy. However she did resist the urge to jump on you as you walked in the door. Just about. “Rough day?” she enquired with a frown as you shrugged your dripping coat off and tossed it on the floor. You didn’t even have the energy to reply, you simply threw yourself down on the couch alongside her. She wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against her chest, breathing some warmth into your shivering form. She hummed softly while running her hand up and down your side. The motion had you almost drifting off in her arms until she suddenly stiffened. “Wha’s wrong?” you mumbled, cracking an eye open. It took a moment before you realised her hand was resting on an old injury you had gotten during your first encounter. It had almost killed you but with time- and her by your side- it had healed and the pain went away. For you at least. Fareeha could never forgive herself no matter what you said. “You have to stop beating yourself up about that,” you sighed while grabbing her hand and pulled it away from atop the scar and wrapped it back around your waist. “How many times do I have to tell you I forgive you before you let it go?”“As long as that scar remains I’m not worthy of forgiveness,” she replied bitterly. “Do you think it makes me unattractive?” you asked. Even with your back turned you could sense the look of horror that crossed her face. “Of course not! (Y/N), you will always be the most amazing thing in creation to me. More blindingly beautiful than any sunset. I love you,” she assured you, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Then if you love me you have to love every inch. This scar is a part of me, Fareeha. And it’s a wonderful part of me because it’s a reminder of how we first met. Sure, it was a rocky start. But every fairytale needs a little drama before they reach a happily ever after. And I wouldn’t change a thing. A little blemish is a small price to pay for having you in my life.”Her grip tightened around you and she buried her face into your neck. You just about heard a small sniff from her as she fought back tears. “I’m so glad I didn’t kill you,” she whispered.
