#widowmoira

[patheticbutch43]

Who wants to see Moira get kissed?

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[lethalneuroses]

E | Moira/Sombra/Widowmaker | ~95,000 words | Complete

Sombra gets into bed with Talon and realizes that she doesn't want to get out. Moira stands atop the world and waits to fall. The Widowmaker does as she is ordered, until she doesn't.

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There was a warm mouth kissing the shell of her ear and then a soft whiskey-tinted breath caressing her eardrum.

“What is it you want, Lacroix?”

Like the roll of the timpani or the growing rumble of the brass she felt something inadvisable welling within her. The word grated against her like it always did and always would, the smug way Moira reminded herself and the Widowmaker and the world of the trophy she had won. The name that wasn’t really even Amélie’s at all, just the signifier of a husband who didn’t love her enough to come home and visit.

I AM NOT LACROIX.

Instead her hand gripped onto Moira’s as hard as it could, her fingers digging into the spaces between Moira’s, the veins and tendons bulging as she urged that hand to dig deeper and harder to scratch like it would pierce skin and muscle and bone.

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Moira pressed more of herself against the wall to roll one stiff calf and stretch it out. One hand she stroked through Amélie’s hair, thin and silky. The other arm, the one holding Amélie, rested on her hip. She couldn’t hear or feel Amélie’s inhales and exhales. She could only trust she was still breathing.

She did not want the morning to come, did not want to let Amélie back out into the world, but she would. She would let her go as she’d let the cat of her childhood out time and again until it simply didn’t return. In the long nights when she missed its presence at the foot of her bed she told herself it was having an adventure, had found something important, was hunting and fat and happy.

It had probably been hit by a car or savaged by a dog. It had probably died slow and painful by the side of the road.

She would never know.

Her hands tightened. The melancholy crept in, a leaden blanket that offered no relief from the cold. Amélie’s body leached all the warmth she could offer. There was nothing comfortable about it, just the awkward confines of the bed and the stiffness of their bodies. She supposed it was not meant to be comfortable.

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She was jittery. The music wasn’t enough, had never been enough. Sombra reached for the half-empty bottle of gin and wished she’d picked up weed instead, or something stronger. A bitter tablet under the tongue.

Her hardware was defective at its core, and none of the upgrades she’d made could ever really fix that. She wished the old wish that she was an omnic or one of the simpler machines that she commanded so effortlessly. How pleasant to bring sleep about like the flicking of a switch.

She was better as a human, she always told herself, but damn was it hard to believe that when she was sweating and feeling her hands tremble and wanting to just be asleep.

It should have felt better to get her strings wrapped around her latest friend, but it was hard to feel halfway decent when the videos were still playing themselves in her head.

Dogfighting. Who the hell was still dogfighting? She’d thought omnic-baiting had replaced it, but apparently not. Apparently people still liked to watch and listen as the animals they’d raised to die bit and clawed at each other and barked and growled and screamed and bled out.

She didn’t know dog screams could sound so human. She hadn’t wanted to know that.

[newspaperbowties]

let me be the first to contribute to the widowmoicy tag

[hattersarts]

anyway angela doesnt know moira or, perhaps only knows of her reputation, ana and moira used to fuck back in blackwatch days(no feelings) there were vague ana/mercy feelings before ana disappeared, which then turned into them dating after ana returned and moira wont admit shes a jealous binch. 

plus um moira probs helped wipe widow and,,,, widow/ana was a thing so moira’s taking widow to bed in some twisted revenge that only hurts herself.

anyway i cant believe blizzard made this pointy lesbian for the gays. shes hits literally every single one of my fav concepts

[chubbiestkitten]

A CONCEPT: Moiramaker, anybody?

I feel like these two would have a very somber, but passionate relationship. Moira is a recovering alcoholic, and Amélie suffers from PTSD after the traumatic thoughts that somehow still affect her after the brainwashing.

They met when Moira joined Talon after helping Gabriel with his biological modification, while Widowmaker was still a cold blooded killer who felt nothing. Even though Moira knew why Amélie was brainwashed, she pities her. However, that pity doesn’t come out of no where; it’s because she envies her. She envies what Amélie had with Gerard. She envies the passionate and wholesome love that she had. She was jealous. She was in love with Amélie. With Amelie’s elegance and graceful beauty, Moira found her irresistible.

With her intense romantic feeling that was infecting her brain, Moira decided to take advantage of her scientific skills and help Amélie. After doing tests and research, she managed to bring back Amélie’s ability to feel emotions again; but block out the dark, traumatizing memories of her past before she got brainwashed.

With Moira helping out Amélie, she stared to realize something; she could feel again. And what she felt about Moira was a feeling she hadn’t felt in years; love. Amélie knows about Moira’s dreadful alchoholism, and helps her recover from her addiction. Moira helps her girlfriend move past her terrible past and how Talon used her as their personal weapon.

Together, they help each other move pasts the barriers and hardships in their lives and depend on each other. Even though they tend to argue sometimes and Amélie has trouble expressing her emotions, they’re very much in love. In their spare time, they like to go out for candlelit dinners; or simply just stay in with a healthy amount of wine and a cheesy 50’s romance movie.

[chouettedelarte-archive]

im 👏 in 👏 rarepair 👏 purgatory 👏

[lethalneuroses]

pas de deux.

[lethalneuroses]

pas de deux.