Widow is far from a caretaker, but when she finds you balled up with a heating pad crying in the middle of the afternoon, she knows you need something from her.
She doesn't want to offer the drugs Talon supplies her with because of the state it keeps her in, but Widow does go through Sombra to get you the best painkillers she can find.
When that turns out to just be a surface problem, Widow does something a little unexpected and offers her company. The contrast between the heating pad and her cool body is almost like a little reset.
It's not a permanent fix by any means, but Widow is shocked to find herself almost looking forward to these moments of innocent intimacy.
She tries to remember the things that helped when she still had a period and that's how you end up with a room of sweets.
Begrudgingly, she does go to Moira about things that would medically help to lessen the impact on your period. Moira doesn't question it, but she does make note of it.
Doubting that you'd want to take supplements, Widow goes to the kitchen to have more vitamins and minerals added to your diet around and during your period.
You do take pills to try and regulate the bleeding, but Widow still tries to keep an eye on you. Sometimes she can tell when it's a particularly heavy day and she lures you into bed so you can sleep it off.
Her biggest concern is not letting the others get the impression that you're a liability. The last thing she wants is for one of them to get the wrong idea and start a tirade aimed towards you.
When it's all over, Widow tries to act nonchalant, but you know better. It's not until you run off with her when Vendetta takes over that you begin to realize how much of her conditioning had worn off.
The Reader is a new Talon agent and goes by the name of Predator who has the next items that make his villain outfit:
The reader is called by Doomfist and gets introduced to the team. He usually never takes off his helmet, so Sombra and Widowmaker dare him to take it off. He takes off his helmet, revealing his handsome/sexy/cold face, making sombra and widowmaker suffer a light nosebleed.
Sombra: Why do you never take that mask off?
Y/N: I prefer to keep the mask on.
Widowmaker: Why, we'd prefer to see that handsome face.
Y/N: There's a scar. I usually don't like showing it off to people.
Sombra: Well take it off, come on.
Widowmaker: It can't be that bad.
Y/N: Alright, if you insist.
Y/N removes his Predator mask, revealing a scar going through his right eye.
Y/N: So?
A little bit of blood trickles out of Widowmaker's nose.
Summary: A night in Paris can bring out the softest side from a cold person.
Warnings: Just painfully fluffy
Words 1482
Rain droplets pelted against the window as you sat quietly on your bed with a blanket wrapped tightly around you. Eyes focused on the Eiffel Tower just in the distance, almost in arm's reach. Thunder shook you to your core as you battled with your self-will to stay awake until the lights on the historical piece would shut off. Thankfully, with it being Summer, you had until 2 AM to just sit and stare. A smile stays etched on your lips, enjoying this bit of time every night.
Coming to Paris had never been a goal of yours. Hell, you might’ve stayed in Hawaii and waited out the rest of your life there. But you weren’t that hard of a girl to convince to do something. Neither were your emotions so easily able to take the wheel sometimes. It was the latter that brought you here after all. Love charting your course after all that it’s done for you.
But, if you were going to be killed because of your past, might as well have it happen somewhere nice, right?
A soft hand ran up your thigh. Your eyes flicker down to spot the blue flesh of your lover running sensually up and down your skin. Turning your head over your shoulder, flashing your soft smile at Amélie, who seemed to have woken up from her sleep. Her eyes squinted as she stared up at you, lips curving into a lazy smile.
“Why are you up, mon amour?” She hummed, thumb tracing slow circles into your skin as you looked back towards the Eiffel Tower.
“I always love the way the lights look in the dark,” you answered. “I can’t help but just sit here and watch. It's one of the great things about moving here, you know?”
Amélie felt her heart warm at the sight of you looking back at her wearing that cute smile of yours. She met you a year ago when you were out shopping for baking ingredients. It was your Uncle’s birthday coming up and you were hoping to make something for him. Of course, she had been on a job at the time and she spotted you. Feeling some type of magical pull towards you. She got diverted from her mission, but it was the greatest screw-up she could’ve ever made.
Her eyes flickered down to your right shoulder and her smile slowly fell. Able to see the specks of red beginning to soak the blanket you had around you. “Y/n, your shoulder.”
You glanced down seeing the mess and groaned. Yanking the blanket of said shoulder and revealing the large wound where your arm was missing. You didn’t feel it from the constant numbing resolution Angela had been sending you. She said that it would eventually heal the wound to a point where it wasn’t needed to be treated all the time. It’s been a year since then and there have been no positives besides the pain that is drowned out.
Amélie slid out of bed, her bare body moving across the bedroom to the bathroom where she grabbed the medkit. Made her way over and placed the bag down in front of you as she quickly turned and grabbed a random shirt off the floor. Slipping that on, she walked over and took a seat beside you. Unzipping the bag and began to hum a little melody that made your lips slightly quirk up into a smile.
“Babe, you should go to bed,” you muttered. “We both know you have work in the morning. You should just enjoy this time to sleep, ‘kay?”
The woman pursed her lips, eyes flickering up to you but then going back down to the bag. “I can only sleep if you sleep.” The Assassin laughed- she actually laughed- and shook her head as she ran a hand through her luscious, dark navy locks. “I can’t do much without you by my side nowadays, aimer.” She confessed, glancing up at you shyly from the affectionate comment.
But you just smiled adoringly at the woman, feeling your heart grow 10 sizes just from the comment. “Do I make it hard for you to breathe when I am not around?” You asked teasingly.
“Well, I’ll say, in the bedroom, I think we both make it hard-”
You slapped her shoulder as she laughed in amusement as the woman grinned amusingly. Leaning forward with her hand cupping your cheek and pecking your lips. “But always, aimer. Je ne peux pas penser sans toi.” The way that anything french slid off her tongue sent shivers down your body. Thankfully, you’d gotten a hand on hiding the effect by giving a soft smile in return.
She carefully grabbed some tweezers and grabbed some cotton she’d dabbed in peroxide. Another great thing about the resolution was that you didn’t feel the stinging sensation of the peroxide on the slowly healing wound. You just watched as your girlfriend carefully work cleaning it up and rebandaging it.
“May I ask you something, amoureuse?” She muttered.
You sighed with pursed lips. “Can I stop you?” She sent you a tiny glare and you huffed. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“What happened?” The question was accompanied by her tucking the cut-off end of the bandage and placing her hands in her lap. Watching your lips part, trying to find the start of an explanation for your life-changing injury.
But the truth was, she was what happened. Widowmaker was what happened. You remember the day quite clearly. You’d been on a mission with Lena. It was your final mission with Overwatch before you were retiring to go live your life. The mission was in Ireland and the job was to escort the Prime Minister to a summit and back to his base.
You remember the crowd cheering and the Prime Minister preaching about the Ominic’s earning rights. The place was crowded, but you had noticed Widowmaker half a mile away - Not to mention the red dot on the Prime Minister’s chest. You don’t know what type of spirit possessed you, but you saved the Prime Minister at the cost of your arm.
So, at times, the fact that you were sleeping with (and in love) with the woman that took that piece of you did confuse you. But what surprised you the most was a whole year later that she ambushed you suddenly. Smiling at you and flirting in that annoyingly sexy french tone of hers. It was like her memories of that day had been wiped away.
And now, seeing what you and Amélie have created, you didn’t want to ruin that. Either way, you trusted her with your life now. Overwatch was behind you and you could care less what they did or what Talon did. All you wanted was insurance that no matter what, Amélie would stay forever. No matter how traumatizing it could be seeing her suit up before she goes out on a mission. The sight of the purple suit glinting in the sun has already been burned in your mind.
Giving a forced smile, you chuckled. “I was a Delta operator for 10 years. I was deployed during the Omnic Crisis,” you explained, feeling your girlfriend's eyes focused solely on you. You were internally hoping she didn’t call your bluff. Or she already remembered and was interested in what you would say. Maybe it was all some sort of game to her.
“It had been an evacuation of New York,” you continued. “I was going through the city with my squad searching for survivors. Somewhere Downtown, we got ambushed. I- I tried to save them, but an OR-15 bot shot my arm off. Overwatch showed up before it was too late to save my squad.”
You hated that you were lying to her. You wished to tell her the truth, but you knew what could come if you did. She could kill you if she thought you to be using her or worse. After all, this, if things did come around to her killing you, it would only be fate. But you didn’t want that to happen just yet. You wanted your time with her a little longer before she’d eventually find out about the truth.
“I’m so sorry, mon amour.” She placed a hand over yours, running her thumb over your knuckles. “I didn’t know- I-”
“Baby, it’s fine.” You kissed her softly. “It’s behind me. I have you to keep me safe now.”
She smiled, pulling you towards her until the both of you were laid out. Your head on her chest staring out the window with Amélie running figures up and down your back. Her nails sent shivers down your spine as she lulled you to sleep. This was where you wanted to be until fate would bust through the door. You wanted to live with this woman like real people do.
This is my opinion of canon compliant relationships with the talon members. I’m usually a little softer with them in fics but I just wanted to write this in a character study kinda way.
Tw: (mentions of physical abuse and stalking, detailed description of mental abuse)
Doomfist:
Weirdly enough one of the healthiest relationships if we’re being canon compliant.
Akande may be a bad person, but he sees himself as a villain by necessity. He has a code of honor and personal morals and I struggle to see him as an abusive partner.
Probably very classically gentlemanly. With all the money he has he would shower his s/o with gifts and luxuries to distract him from his less savory sides.
He’d be extremely selective of who he would actually be in a relationship with. Though he may allow a one night stand occasionally he’s not the type of a casual partner. It’s all or nothing.
Moira:
Has the least upfront red flags, but is probably almost as bad as Reaper relationship wise.
Though she wouldn’t admit to it she does love, in some twisted way.
She’s coddling, manipulative, and will break a partner even if she means to or not.
Moira wouldn’t experiment on someone she truly sees as a peer, and she’d only be with someone she sees as a peer. But experimentation excluded she can be down right cruel.
They will submit to her will weather they want to or not. “It’s in their best interest”. When Moira says jump her partner WILL ask how high. If not she has more work to do.
Reaper:
Okay so anyone who goes into a relationship with Reaper has to know there is no kindness here. No love, no tenderness.
Reaper will entertain the idea of a casual relationship. Some fooling around, some drinks after missions. But he won’t do love, he can’t anymore. Though on the rare occasions he will try.
He is violent and angry and wants to make it abundantly clear he “doesn’t care” especially if he’s starting to. Reaper is not past killing for others, he is not past hurting for them. Though Gabe somewhere inside there tries his best to come back out and stop himself.
Reaper may break, may admit to love, admit to needing someone anyone, to missing being a person instead of a monster. But he is a monster now.
Widow:
You know what? Great sex.
Nothing else but she would definitely be down to find someone to lay down and forget with.
Widow will wish she felt love, will entertain returning empty affection and playing the part. It will never be real, but she wants it to be.
There have always be cracks in her brainwashing, her conditioning is flawed, for you can’t remove nature from a living being. For even some spiders care for other creatures.
Widow emotions or not, will never be able to love someone the way she loved Gerard
Sombra:
Stalker.
Sombra will definitely blackmail them but probably has the most genuine care and love out of the rest of talon.
She’s mean, teasing, threatens her s/o a lot, but she does the least actual harm. In all honesty she tries to drive a romantic interest away from her so they can be safe.
Sombra is dedicated to her work, she wants justice for everyone like her who has been left nothing and used as poker chips for the powerful. She loves under her mean girl exterior. But it’s a very hard thing to see.
Weather or not she has the will or not to stay away from the people she likes is another story. Sure she wants them safe so won’t rope them into her life. But at the price of their privacy, maybe some of their relationships is shes particularly interested.
Sigma:
Sigma is kind, emotionally mature, romantic, and wildly unstable.
For as much as he tries to keep it together he can find himself slipping, hurting his partner unintentionally. His psychotic state is terrifying to witness and be around matched with his powers.
On the other hand being around him in a sane state is by far the most healthy relationship of talon. Always considerate and filled with passionate conversation about anything.
He’ll easily be finding himself less stressed around a partner and such less likely to slip into an episode (though it’s not 100%) which helps him in general feel less anxious and out of control.
Kind old man, makes tea for his s/o and they talk about space okay?
Can I request a nervous Sombra admitting that she has a crush on fem! Reader?
(A/N: But of course you can! Especially after months (possibly a year, maybe two) of waiting! I’ve been so so so busy everyone! And for once, it hasn’t been a completely bad thing! I got a new job as a security officer and I got my dream SUV. I’m so appreciative of these things that life has to offer :). There’s still so much to do, but I find myself having a little free time here and there, which is why I’m back officially. REQUESTS ARE OPEN AHAHAHAHA!!!)
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“Hey, Y/n, what is your deal with Sombra?” Widowmaker asked out of the blue. I raised an eyebrow in surprise, because she never took interest in others’ affairs and it was probably due to the fact that Moira conditioned her to never feel emotion.
I cleared my throat and said, “I don’t know what you mean.” I knew exactly what she meant and as much as I’d like to talk about it, I just simply didn’t know how to conversate on the topic.
“Yes you do. Talk to me.”
I gaped at her in confusion, knowing that she could see me out of the corner of her eye as she cleaned her rifle. I took a deep breath before letting it out. “Well, I have...feelings for Sombra and I mistakenly sent her a text that was originally meant for Akande, since he loves hearing about love stories and whatnot. The text said, ‘I have a crush on somebody that you may not know’ because I wasn’t sure if he’d met Olivia at that time. So, long story short, she got mad for some reason and has been ignoring and avoiding me since then. Is she mad that I have a crush on her or does she have a crush on me and assumed I was talking about someone else?”
Widow snorted. “Sounds like you are overthinking it. What do you think her issue is?”
“Well, I don’t want to be bold and say that she has a crush on me when she might not, so I’m not sure.” I slouched.
She sighed. “Oh chérie,” Widow took the butt of her rifle and pushed it against my back, forcing me to sit up straight. “Pick yourself up and get a grip. This is not the time to sulk; this is the time to rise. You say that she has been avoiding you, no? Then find her and confront her! Fight and win.”
Then she got up and left for the shooting range, not that she needed any practice. I honestly thought she only went to show up the recruits.
I smiled a little bit. It as very unexpected of Widowmaker to be a life coach, especially since she was supposed to be lifeless on the inside and out. Could she be breaking her shell?
I shook my head and sighed, “No time to think about that now. Let us go and find the one we call Sombra.”
***
Knowing where the cameras were made it super easy to sneak around and eventually find Sombra’s hiding place. It was nothing short of a lab, except there were wires and computers everywhere, giving off the impression that this was a makeshift/temporary lab.
“Sombra! Where are you, please talk to me!” I hollered, my voice echoing.
No answer.
“Please, tell me what I did wrong, mi amor!”
No answer.
I squeezed the bridge of my nose in frustration. I knew for a fact she was here and watching me, so I pulled the last line of defense.
“Olivia Colomar, así que ayúdame si no me contestas, nunca volveré a hablar contigo!” I shouted. What I said roughly translated to, ‘So help me, if you don’t answer I will never talk to you again’.
I could practically hear the eye flinch. Quiet footsteps sounded behind me, making me turn around to face Olivia. She had no significant expression on her face whatsoever, making me even more frustrated.
“What do you want, Y/n/n?” She asked, keeping her cool look. My heart started beating a little slower after she called me by my nickname. So, judging by that, maybe she does have feelings for me and assumed I liked someone else?
I gulped, preparing myself to address the elephant in the room. “What was that a couple weeks ago, Olivia?”
“What do you mean?”
I grunted in exasperation. “You know exactly what I mean! Why have you been avoiding me and ignoring me over a text that wasn’t meant for you?”
Now, that’s what made her unwind. “You want to know why, Y/n?! It’s because I’m in love with you for crying out loud! I know that you didn’t mean to send that to me, which means you were trying to keep it a secret! We both promised we wouldn’t keep shit from each other! And then you sent me that text that was meant for Akande, like he was all of a sudden someone to be trusted when you know he would go public with that information! Why couldn’t you trust me with that?!”
I stood there in silence, taking all of that in. She’s in love with me? My mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words, but I just couldn’t. How do you respond to that? Dammit where’s Widowmaker when you need her coaching?
“You know what? Forget it. I’m out of here.” Olivia turned hot on her heels, but I didn’t let her make it that far. Without thinking, I ran in front of her and stopped her from going further.
“Wait...I know what I want to say, I just don’t know how to say it is all. I-I...” I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes as I continued, “I’m in love with you just as much. Growing up, we’ve been attached at the hip through thick and thin. We always tell each other what’s up, but I didn’t know how you felt when I started realizing my feelings for you, so naturally I got scared. The only person who could even remotely give me advice was Akande, however that role now goes to Widowmaker, as she’s the one who pushed me to talk to you. Please, forgive m-”
Before I could finish, soft warm lips attached to mine. I responded almost immediately, having been caught off-guard. Our lips moved in sync as if they were made for each other. Hands grabbed me by the belt and pulled me closer while mine affectionately pressed to her cheeks. After a few minutes, we stopped to catch some air.
I started chuckling in happiness, prompting Olivia to do the same. Giggling fits were the best.
She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. She got her face close to my ear and whispered, “You’re not getting away with calling me out the way you did when you stormed in here. You know that right?”
“Well, depending on how good the consequences are...” I purred out as she smirked, “... ;)
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(A/N: More are coming within the next couple of weeks!)
Request: Wattpad- "It's a hobby of mine to prove you wrong."
Word Count: 401
Author: Aaron
Bullets flew past your head, deeply embedding themselves in the sandy stone behind you.
“Hey maybe we actually shoot some of the people trying to shoot back at us.”
“No. Not yet.” She knelt behind the window, peeking her head above to take a sly look before quickly returning.
“So what exactly is your master plan then?” You raised your above the window, but she quickly knocked it out of your hand, sending it skidding along the piles of debris and shattered glass.
“I said no!” She meticulously checker her watch every few seconds.
“We need to do something otherwise we’re not going to make it out of here alive!”
“Who is the master assassin here and who is the new recruit?” Even in circumstances like these she managed to stay sarcastic as well as collected.
“Do not worry my little apprentice. Everything is under control. I would stay under cover if I was you.” She stood up with her gun leant against the wall, her arms spread out to the side and a smug smile on her face. Bullet flew around her yet she did not move.
“Tonight ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest.” The bullets stopped as the enemy soldiers looked at each other in confusion before staring up towards the clear sky as a single missile flew over the horizon and plummeted into the road.
A shockwave of intense energy erupted from the centre, sending already derelict buildings tumbling towards the floor and the people in them down too.
“See, I told you that we would be okay.”
From the epicentre of the blast, the outline of a man could be seen from within the whirlwind of dust and debris, he shielded his face with a gauntleted hand and walked towards the two of you. You bolted for the rifle and with trembling hands went to put him in your scopes. The trigger depressed half-way down before Widow knocked the gun out of your hands once more before waving at the man, who waved back.
“This is Akande, you haven’t met him yet. Thank the stars that he didn’t see you raise his weapon towards him!”
“Couldn’t you have told me that this was the plan a bit earlier on? Maybe before I started fearing for my life?”
“Eh, what can I say? I think it is a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”
Could you possibly do one where the reader (preferably female) is friends with widow and they just got played by some other person and need comfort? Oddly specific but I need some of that rn.
Apologies for not answering this sooner but I wanted to make sure that I gave this the proper time it deserved. I'm sorry for whatever someone has put you through (that’s never okay).
Nevertheless, I hope this helps!!______
Every so often you would find yourself to be confident and on your a-game. It wasn’t often that you would be caught off guard. It wasn’t often that you found yourself….unbalanced.
Someone you considered to be your friend, an ally….someone you held once in some sort of regard now fell flat on your list. You felt something that you couldn’t quite explain. Lost perhaps.
Lost was one way to put it.
You rub your temples and sigh. So many emotions spinning yet none at all. It was weird. Surreal. You felt everything yet you felt numb.
You were betrayed. You were played. It was not something you were used to and it wasn’t something you knew what to think about.
A buzzing noise came from your comm, it was Amèlie. You felt a small bit of relief wash over you. She sends you a message asking about you. It has been about a day or so since she last heard from you. Most unusual.
She knew something was wrong. She knew you too well. Before you knew it she was at your doorstep with wine in hand and a few of your favorite movies. You invite her inside and by the tone of your voice she knows something is wrong.
“Mon Amiè,” she began, “tell me who it is and I’ll deal with them personally.”
You chuckle at her bluntness. She knows you just far too well and you can’t help but laugh. You give her a hug and she returns the embrace.
“Is it that girl Julianna?” her voice is stout, “Is she bothering you again? Oh I swear when I see her-”
“Amè, it’s fine you don’t have to go overboard!” you blurt out worried she’ll go too far this time.
The french woman swiftly shuts the door giving you a cold but protective look.
“I’ll deal with her,” she says flatly almost robotically.
Amèlie struts into the kitchen to find the bottle opener. You know it’s going to be a long night but you’re relieved to see her. She may be hard but she means well. You were her best friend, her only friend she opened up to. You knew how much you meant to her and how she hated to see anything ever happen to you. It made you feel so happy but at the same time almost guilty. You didn’t want to worry her or for her to be upset.
She pops open the wine and pours you both a glass before you retreat to the couch. You tell her that Julianna finally went too far this time and how played you were. You weren’t expecting this and tears start to gently fall down your cheeks.
Gentle arms wrap around you and hold you as the tears fall. You feel a pat on your back as soothing french words lull you to relax. You couldn’t quite place it but you always felt safe with her. She never failed to relax you. Never failed to take all the pain and fears away.
Before you knew it you felt much better. As she pulled back and took a long sip from her glass, you knew everything was going to be okay.
“Hey Amè?” you ask.
Her eyes perk up, “Oui mon Amiè?”
“Can we get some ice cream?” you answer.
“I though you’d never ask,” she laughs.
You return later with your precious treats from your favorite place down the street and begin your long awaited movie night. There were laughs, there were shouts, there were angry french curses and popcorn thrown at the screen. But a night well spent indeed.
Two days go by and no word from Julianna. You happen to be talking with Reaper and catch up on a few things. Amèlie passes by as Reaper happens to mention Julianna by name. You glance over to Amèlie who continues to walk but out of the corner of your eye you see her glance over with that strong wicked smirk of hers.
“What have you done now?” you say to yourself.
Almost on que as if Amèlie could hear you she answers, “No one can hide from my sight.”
“She dead,” Sombra appears from her cloaking right next to you, her voice quite sarcastic and direct.
You knew Sombra was kidding but you couldn’t help but laugh.
Reaper grunts and walks off shaking his head, “I don’t even want to know.”
So a few days ago I got out of the hospital and I still haven't made a full recovery yet but I'm getting there! Can I request hcs of Widow or Mercy finding out that their s/o has had a recent trip to the hospital? Feel free to ignore if you don't like this request!
I’m sorry this is so late, but I really hope you’ve made a full recovery now! <3
Widowmaker finding out her s/o has had a recent hospital visit:
Her expression doesn’t change when she first hears of it, but she holds her s/o’s hand tightly in hers (if she can). She calmly asks if her s/o is alright, and when they will be expected to recover. Only her s/o and people who know her really well can see how tense she is.
She seems unfazed on the surface, but she barely lets her s/o out of her sight and is always there if they need help.
If there’s any sort of medicine or medical equipment her s/o could benefit from having, Widowmaker makes sure they get it. (She’s more than willing to break into a few hospitals or pharmacies if that’s what it takes.)
Mercy:
Is shocked that she didn’t know or that the s/o didn’t come to her. Wants them to come in for a checkup right away, both so she can make sure they were properly taken care of and just for the sake of having them close.
Makes sure they have everything they need, and asks people like Reinhardt, Ana, Torb, and Jack to keep an eye on her s/o.
She is careful to respect her s/o’s boundaries and wishes, and balances that with wanting to check up on them all the time. She’ll definitely work less or work in her s/o’s room to be near to them.
