#also 4 ppl browsing the tags in case the pronouns weren't clear widowmaker in here is trans masc! they go by widow and he/thry

[mugenloopdalove]

i got a prompt for you to write c: write about a late night rooftop meeting between widow and gerard! if you want you add a prompt i really liked ("what were you thinking? you could've gotten killed!")

(I'm writing this in the car so it might be messy hsbdhd.. it'll been in my talon au)

The mission had gone. Well enough. Gerard had gotten overambitious, overconfident, and taken a bullet to his side. Fortunately anything vital was missed, Widow easily took the attacker out, and Gerard was quickly patched.

A rooftop randevu was tradition for Talon's bloodlusted power couple. Unlike usual, however, there was a more tense air as they met. Gerard was first to their meeting place, and as Widow arrived, he matched to his partner and slapped him in the face harshly, leaving Gerard stunned for a moment while they stood there, seemingly catching their breath.

It seemed the attempts to take away Widow's emotions failed more and more every day, Gerard noted.

"What are you thinking? You could have gotten killed!"

It was still ashock to hear that much emotion from them. Anger? Fear? Both? It had been genuine years since Gerard heard his lover's voice with that much power behind it.

He couldn't be fazed for long, though. He knew to keep the mask up, especially in moments like this. "I survived didn't I? You should know better than anyone I-"

"Shut up."

This was the rare occasion where Gerard knew he had to stop. After a few seconds of silence, Widow fell into his chest. Were they... Crying? He could feel them tremble slightly, and when they spoke, he could hear a weakness he never thought he'd hear from his dear Widow.

"Don't ever do that again... You're not allowed to leave..." Widow's voice didn't reach above a whisper. "If you ever try to leave me again... I swear, Gerard... I'll... I'll..." He didn't continue his threat, just went silent. In the still air, Gerard could barely hear him sob. He sighed and smiled gently, holding Widow close and running his hand through their hair.

"My rose... You know I could never leave you..."