Ashe x Fem!Reader x Widowmaker
summary: you stumble across two lovely ladies at a gun shop & shooting range. unbeknownst to them, your striking beauty and personality will have them bickering over you like little kids.
you live in a small town that not many people visit, and it’s even less likely that people visit your dad’s shop and shooting range; the family business sells, trades, and cleans guns of all kinds, with a thorough background check and permit of course.
the customers who do so are more than welcome to practice using their guns at the practice range as well.
so of course, it came to your surprise when your father called you up for some assistance. it was never busy enough where he needed help. your father would usually stand around all day reading the local newspaper, with 1-2 people coming to look at some guns, very occasionally actually buying something.
you told your father people don’t really use guns anymore like before, and that it was best to close down shop and do something else.
it got to the point where you had to get a second job as a waitress to be able to afford keeping the shop open. it’s tiring, but you know how much your dad loves his job.
so here you were, wondering who the hell was at the shop on this hot summer day.
you walked out from the back to see your dad cleaning a nice looking rifle, definitely not one you guys already owned. and beside him on the table, a large shiny gun— a sniper?
your dad looks at you, “there you are hun, we got two customers today that wanted their guns cleaned. look, they even brought a sniper.”
he points down to it and you stare in awe. you’ve seen lots of guns in your life, but you’ve never encountered a sniper or someone who uses one.
you grow chills on your spine and lean forward whispering to him, “you sure these people aren’t dangerous? why would you use a sniper for self defense…”
he chuckles, “maybe she just likes to collect guns.”
you look back down at the guns.
these guns are in pretty good condition, they’re shiny and seem taken care of, but they looked well used. with barely visible scratches and dents here and there.
“don’t worry sweetheart, we ain’t dangerous.” a voice speaks from behind you, making you slightly jump.
you turn around and see two women.
a tall woman with snowy white hair and prominent red lipstick that highlights her pearly teeth as she smiles wickedly at you.
beside her, an even taller woman with a long pony tail trailing down to her round hips, and blue skin? her expression is stoic, but you feel her gaze pierce through you.
you gulp, “pardon me. what brings you two in today? need any help?”
you felt it necessary to just go straight into customer service mode, whoever these women were— they were beautiful, but you had a feeling they weren’t the kind of people you wanted associated with your business.
the woman with a white bob looks at you up and down, either checking you out or deciding whether she should kill you or not.
she chuckles, “we’re just looking around meanwhile our guns get cleaned.”
“go ahead, let me know if you have any questions. my father should be done with your guns shortly.” you reply, forcing a customer service smile
god, they’re scary. but also hot???
“father?” the same woman asks, looking at your dad then back at you.
you nod awkwardly, “yes.”
“lovely family business you have. you two look alike.” she says as she begins to walk away and look at more guns with the blue woman.
you barely muster a “thank you”, but they were already far away to hear.
you quickly turn to your father and start helping clean their guns. you sense a sharp stare on you as you grab the sniper.
you glance over and see the blue woman glaring at you, you look away and awkwardly put the gun down.
your dad chuckles, “she told me she doesn’t like it held that way.”
you roll your eyes and mutter to yourself as you carefully clean the gun, holding it differently.
they want you guys to clean their guns yet don’t want you to hold it in a way they don’t like? ugh, you can’t wait for them to leave.
a good 30 minutes passed when you and your father finally finished polishing the guns, their guns weren’t that dirty in the first place, so it didn’t take long.
“it’s gonna be $35 for each gun.” you tell them at the register enthusiastically, while these women were a sight for sore eyes, you wanted nothing more than for them to leave.
that woman seemed too cocky, and the other woman too cold. both too dangerous.
they both give you $35 each. you expect them to bid their goodbyes and walk out immediately.
but the blue woman speaks for the first time.
“your practice range outside, is it accessible?”
you’re stunned for a moment, she has a french accent, you were not expecting her to sound good too.
“y-yes. it’s an additional $15 per hour to use since we make the wooden targets ourselves and provide bullets.”
“very well then.” she says as she gives you $15, the white haired woman following her lead.
your dad approaches the register bright eyed, “you guys sit tight. we’ll get the range ready for you guys in a few minutes.”
he looks at you, “honey, go set up the targets, there’s some in the shed i made a few days ago.”
he doesn’t bother listening to your response, he proceeds to make conversation with the two customers, clearly happy they’re putting the shop to good use.
you let out a faint sigh as you start walking outside to set the range up, unbeknownst to you, the two women smirk in amusement and curiosity of your character.
once you’re finished, you guide them to the range.
you don’t know it, but the two women stare at your figure as you walk in front of them. you are wearing a tight white tank top and blue jeans to accommodate the hot temperature.
your shoulders glistened against the scorching sun, the two women acknowledged you were very beautiful, but they didn’t know they were thinking the same thing.
they both hold onto their newly polished guns confidently, each of their weapons looked as if they were made for them— probably were.
“alright, here is the range. i set the targets very far back, you two seem like experts.” you note.
“really, what makes you think so darlin’?” the woman with cherry-colored lipstick asks intrigued, a slight smirk appearing on her mouth
you freeze in embarrassment, “ah— sorry ma’am, i shouldn’t have assumed. i can move them closer if you’d like.”
the women look at each other in amusement,
“oh no sweetheart. you are right to assume so. don’t be embarrassed. also, call me ashe.” the white haired lady smiles.
“and this lady here is amélie.”
you feel your cheeks burning up, you couldn’t tell if this was just ashe’s personality or if she was flirting with you.
the french woman doesn’t say anything directly to you, but you constantly catch her taking glances at you which doesn’t help your flusteredness.
“enough chit chat, i want to practice.” amélie states eagerly, as if she’s been dying to put a hole in someone’s head.
“right, let me know if you guys need anything.” you say as you start walking back towards the shop.
“you should stay.” ashe says as she inserts the bullets into her gun.
you turn to look at her in surprise.
“i do better with an audience, especially if the audience is a pretty woman.”
okay so she totally is flirting with you.
you can no longer control your blush, “o-oh, okay.”
you hear amélie scoff in irritation, “ashe, is flirting what you had in mind when you said we’d go shooting?”
ashe shrugs, “what, can’t handle someone watching you? does your skill crumble under pressure?”
ashe’s voice turns from sweet to condescending, amélie’s eyes glare in annoyance.
“my abilities never fail.”
you sense tension between them unwinding, a kind of tension you feel when you’re aware two people highly dislike each other.
“then how about we compete? winner gets this girl’s number.” ashe smirks at you.
your eyes widen in surprise, “w-what?”
ashe laughs, “oh come on sweetheart, don’t act like you haven’t been giving us googoo eyes this entire time.”
“i am just doing my job—“ you begin to contest.
“so you don’t want to get to know me?” ashe steps closer to you curiously.
you gulp, feeling your entire body’s temperature rise.
she smirks again, “no answer? that’s what i thought baby.”
amélie watches the entire interaction unamused. you’re sure she won’t accept the proposal. she doesn’t seem interested in you at all.
“ashe, step away.” she states coldly.
ashe turns her head, “hm?”
“i accept your competition. do not play with my prize.”
you almost choke on your own saliva.
she’s just saying that, right?
amélie sees your reaction and smirks. it’s been a long time since she found herself attracted to someone, she didn’t even know she could feel attraction ever again.
but something about your demeanor, on top of your gorgeous appearance, gravitated her towards you. and she was curious as to what could happen if she made you hers.
you seemed so sweet and soft yet witty and bratty. she desired to ruin you.
“ah, so that’s how it is.” ashe says as she realizes amélie wants the same woman as her.
ashe and amélie scowl then soon get into shooting position.
“time to settle who’s the best shot.” ashe says as she steadies her aim.
amélie scoffs, “there is no competition. i was trained by the best.”
“and i was trained by the west.” ashe laughs as she shoots her first shot.
amélie shoots soon after, hitting the target right on the head,
they banter back and forth as they continuously hit the targets perfectly, looking back at you to make sure you’re looking— and keeping score.
they throw comments at each other to throw each other off course.
“that rifle is a fine piece of work, looks a little unwieldy though.” ashe remarks.
“perhaps, in the hands of an amateur.” amélie claps back.
heavens, they’re actually fighting over you…
they both end up with an equal headshot score, making them both pissed.
“that can’t be right.” ashe says as she counts the tallies you drew down for every target hit for each of them.
“i- i may have missed some since you guys were going so fast, but overall your performance was the same—“ you start explaining.
“you missed some? we need to do it again then.” amélie states eagerly.
“how is she gonna set up more targets? there’s none left.” ashe exclaims, pointing at the barely standing wooden frames.
“it is not possible i lose to the likes of you.” amélie says disgustedly.
ashe furrows her brows, “and i don’t believe i could ever lose to some lame sniper.”
“i’ll put a bullet through your skull-“
“ENOUGH.” you interrupt, catching the attention of the two women who were in the midst of a cat fight.
the silence is loud, and they immediately look away from each other in embarrassment.
you get in between them and grab your gun from your pouch on your waist and quickly shoot all the remaining standing targets down in one smooth move.
they both stare at you in awe.
“i’m a better shot than both of you. move aside, i’m not into childish women.” you state as you begin walking away.
they look at each other in shock before soon following after you. they were intrigued by you at first, but now they’re determined to win you over.
ever since that day, the pair will pay you a visit weekly to see who will win your heart.
the decision is ultimately up to you. <3
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