#Overwatch Beta

[venture4treasure]

“And if you leave me. Rest assured, it would kill me.”

Words: 1881

Premise: Yandere!Venture kills someone and you catch them. You respond in an atypical way. 

Warnings: Minor character death, Blood, Unhealthy relationship, Irresponsible use of prescription medication, Mental breakdown, Obsession 

“Venture~”, your voice sing-songs from outside your shared home. 

Venture freezes at the sound of your voice, you weren’t supposed to be back home tonight. They glance at the blood drying on the floor, mind racing on how to keep you from seeing it. 

You’re too quick to open the door, ecstatic about getting out of work early despite your scheduled overnight shift. The sight in front of you makes you freeze. Your kitchen floor has splatters of blood and streaks from where you can only assume a corpse was dragged. Your mind immediately jumps to the worst and you tighten your grip around the handle of the door.

“Venture?” You call out hesitantly, “if this is a joke, it’s sick and I mean that in a bad way”, you add when there’s no answer. 

After several beats of silence, you pull out your phone, prepare to leave and call the police. Your attempt is interrupted when the door is forcefully torn from your grip and slammed shut behind you. You feel yourself shoved against the door. You shut your eyes and duck your head from the impact. Your hands are pinned above you and your phone is pulled away. 

You anticipate something, anything to happen to you, but when nothing happens. You hesitantly open your eyes and look up. And you don’t know what feels worse, opening your door to a crime scene or seeing who the perpetrator is. 

“Sloan…” you manage to choke out. 

So many questions race in your mind – why did you, who did you… But the desperation and fright in their eyes sobers you. In your forced rationality, you observe that their hand is warm on your wrists, their grip means no harm. 

“I-”

You cut them off by pushing them away, they stumble a couple of steps back, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Don’t say anything. We’re cleaning this up. Right now. Go get some hydrogen peroxide and gloves. And change into something you can throw away,” you force the words out, “do not say anything that makes me any more complicit”. 

Venture is stunned at your reaction. They’re slow to follow your instructions, prompting you to ask more, “no bleach, that’ll only make things messier. We’ll refloor all of this tomorrow anyway. Do you have animal blood?”  

They shake their head, and you shoo them off to get what you told them to as you step around the kitchen to assess what needs to be done. You’re careful to avoid making the mess worse by tracking any more blood around. The mess is bad, it is a lot of blood, and it makes you think someone must've bled out. Part of you wonders if any of it is Venture’s, you hope not. You shake yourself, you don’t want to dwell on the thoughts of why it’s so bad. Your only task at hand is to clean it up, you remind yourself. 

After double-checking you won’t trail any mess around the house, you take your own advice and go to get changed into some clothes you won’t miss. You also force yourself to take two extra pills for your anxiety – double your prescription – to keep yourself grounded. 

You meet Venture in the kitchen again and help set up several trash bags. You instruct them to help you soak up the bulk of the blood in towels and throw it away. When it’s done, you show them how to clean up the rest of the blood and explain to them how hydrogen peroxide will destroy the traceable genetic material. You try to explain everything you can if only to fill the silence and to keep your mind busy. When the reality sets in a little more, you feel sick talking – you were quite literally talking about how to get away with murder. You put on a playlist to help with the silence instead.

Venture doesn’t say anything when you talk. And definitely doesn’t say anything when you stop. They’ve never seen you act like this, they never would have thought this would be a possible outcome. They’re scared anything they say will make you react poorly, so they choose to maintain the current equilibrium you’ve set. 

Eventually, when everything looks clean and normal you finally give the okay to take a break. 

“You should shower and sleep,” you say, going through the motions of brewing some instant coffee. You wanted the caffeine and you probably weren’t going to sleep anyway. 

“I promise I’m not planning to do anything while you sleep. But you’re going to help me with moving flooring tomorrow and you’re going to need the rest,” you insist, tapping your hand on their shoulder. 

Your contact makes them startle. They want to hold you and tell you how much they love you. They want to explain how this was for you. They were only doing what was best for you. They wanted to tell you how they knew you’d never see it that way and that’s why you were never meant to see them do this. But instead, they swallow the bitter reality and do as you say. If you were willing to help them this much, then they should keep their complaints to themselves. 

You note that Venture is resting on the couch in the living room, and for a moment it does cross your mind that if you wanted to call for help, now would be the time. Any other time, Venture easily overpowers you. But it’s also the first time calling the authorities has crossed your mind since you came home. The idea makes you nervous and you turn your phone face down on the counter as if to reject the possibility of doing that. You finish your coffee and start another pot of water before heading up to shower and change. 

You spend the rest of the night until morning, re-scrubbing the floor and cleaning anything you can. You know that you don’t have to at this point, you’re fairly confident you got everything done the first time around, but you needed to do something to stave off the looming anxiety. Your body aches from being on the floor and cleaning so much, but you just take an ibuprofen and ignore it. 

Venture, thankfully, wakes by themselves and saves you the mental distress of figuring out how to approach them. They follow you around for a bit like a lost puppy and it makes it really hard for you to not embrace them – but you know if you do, you’ll break and you can’t afford that. 

The drive to and back from the store is relatively uneventful. You explained the plan, and Venture did as told. The whole time you could feel them look at you for some reaction, but you ignored it. 

The two of you spent the rest of the day tearing up the floor and replacing it. It was mostly Venture and you helped where you could, you didn’t have the strength to match theirs on a good day, much less when you’ve pulled an all-nighter and barely eaten anything. 

The project is done by late afternoon. You were hoping to finish by noon, but at least it’s over now – and you probably didn’t contribute too much anyway. 

You take a long shower and pick something comfortable to wear. When you are done, you call out for Venture to do the same. Who, like everything else you’ve said these past two days, follows.

You collapse on the couch, and the give of the cushions is a relief your aching body needs. The thought of taking some more ibuprofen crosses your mind, but the idea that you’d have to get up deters you greatly. 

Venture eventually finishes their shower and slowly creeps into the living room as if to not scare you. They settle on the carpeted floor some distance in front of you. They’re looking at you the whole time, there’s a desperate desire in their eyes. Both of you can feel how fragile the atmosphere is. If you had any energy left to spare, you’d notice how uncomfortable it was that your constantly chattering partner had been silent for almost a whole day, not a single joke shared. Instead, you take note of how their usually fluffy hair is soaking wet, and barely dry. 

To your body’s protest, you force yourself off the couch to close the distance. You pull your towel off your shoulders and drape it over Venture’s head. You use it to dry their hair, gently patting their hair and running your hand through clumps you’re afraid will tangle. Venture lets you do this, all but melting into your touch. Their breaths are slow and relaxed for the first time since you got home. You take more time and care than needed to dry their hair, but the action just felt so domestic and right. And you couldn’t let the feeling go.

When you’re done, you take your time folding the towel neatly, taking care to not maintain eye contact with Venture. They stare at you with a sadness that you know would break your heart if you acknowledged it. 

“Let me explain-”

“Sloan,” they flinch at their real name being used and the sternness of your voice, “I have done so much for you, please do not repay me by saddling me with information that makes me any more guilty than I already am”. 

Your head is still dipped in a way where you won’t meet their eyes, you wring your hands together anxiously, unsure what to say. 

Venture saves you from the silence, “okay,” they pause, “do you want anything? Tea or food… dessert?” And darkly, they consider their options of drugging you and getting you away from here. Maybe to some place where they could do everything best for you. 

You shake your head. 

“Do you hate me?” Venture’s voice cracks at the end, they’re not ready for the possibility of being rejected.

“No- never,” you exclaim in shock, looking up at them for the first time, “I trust your judgment. I trust you. Because I love you”. You confess, stomping down the part of your brain that tries to add ‘a little too much’.

Venture lets out a breath they were holding and almost collapses in relief. Thank god. You still love them. It’s okay, everything is fine as long as you are theirs. 

“Do you need some space,” Venture tentatively offers, they don’t really want to leave, but they want to do something right by you. 

“No,” you choke out, “no, please don’t leave”.

You reach out to wrap your arms around their neck and pull yourself against them, they hesitantly return the embrace, holding you tighter when you don't react negatively to their touch. 

“I think my meds are wearing off,” you’re breathing hard, “it’s all too much to think about. And everything hurts”.

Venture comfortingly traces shapes on your back, letting you cry into their neck as sobs wrack your form and you dig your nails into their back to anchor yourself.

“Don’t go, don’t go, please don’t leave me alone,” you beg.

Venture leans their head against you and pulls you into their lap to hold you closer. 

“I’ll never leave you, mi vida”. 

Author’s Note: I saw some yandere Venture art and fics here. It inspired me to write about Venture killing someone because of their significant other – be it out of jealousy, possessiveness, or defense. 

This probably doesn’t fall under the typical yandere type stories, but I still consider it yandere because I think in the end, Venture doesn’t regret killing for you, they regret getting caught by you. 

For it’s worth, Venture probably orders you your favourite takeout and drink when you start to wake up so you can have something nice to eat since you haven’t eaten in over a day. 

I don’t think I’ll mention this always, but it should be obvious that both the reader and Venture here are not sound of mind. 

Quote is from Oleander by Mother Mother. Oleander is a toxic plant, it is sometimes used to symbolize desire, destiny, everlasting love, and caution.

[iguessigotta]

Idk any actual lore aside from what I've picked up in other fics but listen. I need to write something about Ramattra have you seen the man???

Ramattra x male reader (not specifically trans but that's implied in all my fics 💜)

You started worming your way into his life the moment you first cracked some dark joke about the state of humanity

He was initially curious - what would make a human turn on their own kind?

And, even more confusing, why were you still so kind to those around you - human and omnic alike?

It started as pure curiosity. A simple need to understand.

He started to....linger...near you at times, you could feel him watching you occasionally (every time you turned to catch him staring you'd find him focused on something else way in the distance)

It took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop his amused chuckle at the suspicious squint you'd always send his way

something something now you're dating so bonus thots™️ under the cut

SFW

Ramattra sometimes gives you his version of piggy back rides

It's really just you standing on his hips, arms draped around his neck for balance, watching over his shoulder as he goes about his day

He'll let you hang out there as long as you want tbh he likes being close to you

It's very silly to see but if Ramattra catches anyone laughing...... 😬😬

🔞NSFW🔞

Sometimes, Ramattra is amazed that you, a frail human, would put so much trust into him. That you'd feel safe with him in your most vulnerable moments. He was an Omnic built for war, not-

The thought makes him weak when he's knuckle-deep in you

Though you writhe and pant under him, gripping the sheets until your own knuckles turn white, strangled cries escaping your open mouth while you teeter on the edge of release

Though you haven't even touched him yet

Somehow, Ramattra is just as much of a mess as you are

He feels as though he's trembling, terrified of hurting you (part of him still scoffing at his own concern for a human)

He's so focused on your reactions he swears he can feel your heart beating in his own chest

If you were able to hear anything over your own sounds, you'd notice the once-soft whirring of fans within Ramattra's body has gotten much louder, vents opening on his back to release hot air

He's desperate, touching you as though he'll find his own release through yours

You reach up, intent on dragging his face down to you, but Ramattra beats you to it, burying himself in the crook of your neck

When you finally do tip over the edge - back arching high off the bed as your head flies back with a startled cry - the deep groan that rumbles in your ear and against your chest makes you think he might actually have come undone just from touching you

The thought sends you over the edge a second time, legs locked and trembling around his arm

[meat-kat-ultra]

The most exciting thing Overwatch has announced in years is just them taking Clash out back and shooting it Ole Yeller style.

[c1trvswurld]

For every overwatcg omegaverse 300k+ fic a devil gets forgiven and gets his wings in heaven

[vishkar-junkrat]

I neeeeed a beta reader like crazy I just realised. Just gonna leave out this proposal for aaany commenters :)

[sketchyelvenasss]

Finally Updated my ongoing old McHanzo fic

If the fact that it was written before Cole's name change doesn't say its old idk what other evidence you need.

Regardless I will still continue to say McHanzo bc its too perfect, plus I'm technically outside the fandom now lol

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Junk rat would beta you with his leg. He’d just take it off and hop at you aggressively

[alphavanilla]

yeah

[lucifer-kane]

valve really doesn't want me to play their fun new video game because i've had to stop it twice in the last 24hrs and when i came back to continue the install it started ALL OVER

[ebonic]

My comfort characters if you care ^_^

" let's all be men and not tell marcy!"

(Just recently found out the b. Devs are my comfort characters help)

[medievalpup]

I really updated my entire page thinking Concord was gonna take over my life, and here i am, Concordless, still suckling at Blizzard's Teat, for Overwatch content.

[meownotgood]

Mags I enjoy reading your fics! Which if you don’t mind me asking, do you have other interests and hobbies aside from writing? ☺️

thank you, I'm glad to hear it!! my other main hobby is playing video games, I love baldur's gate 3 right now... I also play a lot of story games and..... league... of legends (stares with guilt)

besides that, I love collecting, I collect akis of course but a lot of other things like figures and pokemon tcg :) I also love a lot of other anime and manga besides chainsaw man, like madoka magica, dorohedoro, witch hat atelier, frieren, bocchi... just to name a few faves

[yumedreamfics]

The Thief and The Monk deleted chapter 13 draft

Since your adventure in the nearby village, three months have passed. By now, it was spring, the air was fresh and invigorating. Even if the monastery was situated high in Nepal’s mountains, which meant there was always snow, all humans could definitely feel that the spring’s air was different, it was warmer and more energetic.

You looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Right now, you were in the monastery’s garden with another monk, harvesting vegetables that you would later bring to the villagers.

You got up from the ground and stretched your back, as you did so, your bones emitted a cracking sound and you whined in pain.

The monk immediately got up to check on you. ‘’Are you ok, sister?’’

You let out a small laugh ‘’Yes, yes, brother. Do not worry!’’ you pressed your palms on your back ‘’This silly human is only getting older, her bones aren’t the one of a teen anymore’’

He looked at you, tilting his head ‘’But Sister… aren’t you like in your mid twenties? How old are you’’

You jokingly gasped ‘’My, my, brother! It’s rude to ask a woman her age!’’

The poor monk panicked and tried to apologize but you gave him a small pat on his back. ‘’I’m joking, brother!’’ you laughed.

He let out a small sigh of relief ‘’I still have to understand human’s sense of humor.’’

You grabbed the basket full of vegetables from the ground ‘’I can give you some lessons one of these days’’. You both chuckled as you walked to the garden’s exit.

‘’Oh no, what are we gonna do now?’’ you heard a voice from the opposite side of the garden. You both looked from the voice’s direction, three monks were in front of the greenhouse, you recognized Ramattra and Zenyatta.

Without even thinking twice, you approached them, the monk followed you silently.

‘’Is everything ok?’’ you asked, they turned their head to look at you.

‘’Oh, Sister, brother, good morning’’ Zenyatta greeted you. ‘’We have a little problem with the greenhouse’’

You peeked behind Zenyatta’s shoulder to look at the other monk in complete panic as he was looking inside his knapsack.

‘’He lost the greenhouse’s key’’, Ramattra added, sighing.

‘’I haven’t lost it! I used it earlier, it must be here!’’ He added, still rummaging like a crazy. .

Zenyatta let out a sigh, shaking his head ‘’We are already late in our schedule’’

Ramattra snapped his fingers ‘’Wait a second, I had an idea’’ he said, grabbing you by your shoulder and dragging you in front of the door. He lowered his head and whispered to your ear ‘’Can you unlock it?’’

You gasped, slightly offended this time. ‘’You know how I feel about doing…these kinds of things!’’ You whispered back, a bit pissed.

‘’Can you do it or not?’’

You grunted at him ‘’Of course I can’’ You gave him the basket you were holding, then you removed a bobby pin from your hair. ‘’ Look at the things I have to do…’’ you mumbled loudly as you tried to unlock the door.

In a few seconds the door was open. All the monks, except Ramattra, gasped.

‘’How did you do that?’’ Zenyatta asked.

You grunted as you put back the pin in your hair ‘’Let’s not talk about it’’

The small monk immediately grabbed both of your hands and gave them a firm shake ‘’Thank you so much sister, oh thank you!’’

You tried to smile at him, but you were still slightly pissed, so your smile was the most forced one you could possibly pull off.

As soon as he and Zenyatta entered the greenhouse, Ramattra moved next to you. ‘’Thanks for that’’

You only gave him a grumpy look. ‘’Don’t you dare to ask me these things again’’

He let out a chuckle. You tried to take your basket back but he stopped you.

‘’Brother, do you mind if I go down to the village instead?’’ he said to the monk that was still behind you with the basket in his hand.

‘’Oh, sure, brother!’’ He approached Ramattra and gave him his basket as well, without any problem, Ramattra placed them on top of each other . ‘’Then I’ll work in the greenhouse at your place!’’

Ramattra nodded ‘’Thank you brother’’. The small monk bowed to him then at you before going into the greenhouse as well.

As soon you were left alone, Ramattra looked down at you ‘’Still mad?’’

You glanced at him, he let out a small chuckle. ‘’For what it's worth, I’m sorry. But he really needed that door to be open. Our poor brother was about to blow out steam from his head for how much he was panicking’’

You sighed, as you started to walk out the garden ‘’You owe me one’’

‘’Aren’t you gonna take your basket back? ’’ he asked, following you.

You turned your head and gave him a smirk ‘’I believe that weight is nothing compared to what you’re capable of lifting’’

He chuckled, admitting defeat, as you both headed to the village.

[milfgwen]

being autistic with an autistic sibling is fun because i can be like "im going to infodump about this thing to you until you like it" and hes like "no i will never like it" and then i infodump enough and suddenly hes asking me to explain each of the overwatch tanks and healers to him

[isolationaroundus]

Woooow... Blizzard disappointing??? You've got to be fucking kidding me dude I can't believe it... I am not going to say much because I am extremely triggered right now and I am learning to control my feelings and actions when I'm triggered but how can you cancel the pve in ow2... You literally developed this fucking game for 4 years exactly for that (it was a promise after all) and it turns out to be a worst ow1.

Oh my.. how the mighty has fallen...

[whiskingskin]

Still frothing at the mouth over Mauga/Juno/Venture btw. Someone send me blurbs I'm literally only 1kish words away from finishing my fic,,,