#ovw fanfics

[shadybiotics]

ramattra x reader [ headcanons ]

[ part 2 ]

something softer for a change

He loves to pet your head and stroke your hair if you're standing close enough, for him it's a grounding gesture, so calming.

Whenever you two have a time off, he likes to have you sitting in his lap facing him. You laying on his solid chest. You look into his pale faceplate as he stares into yours. You're both silent in these moments, only sounds being that of your soft breaths and the humming of the small mechanics in his body. He likes to examine your face, both visually and physically. He oh so gently caresses your cheeks, your chin, your lips. Ramattra is very curious about your 'fleshy' state of being though he wouldn't dare to admit it out loud, afraid he'd admit to himself that he has gone too 'soft', all because of you.

He offers on rubbing your back when you're tired or just having one of the worse days. You never want to be a bother but cant resist his propositions after you learned what his hands are capable of doing to you.

Multiple limbs do indeed come in handy, in more ways than one.

[falinesimagines]

Ramattra x reader wip, can be read platonically or romantically.

I don't have a beta reader so my apologies for any bad grammer or spelling... (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

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Tw ; none

Sfw

You're walking home after a night out, it's dark, quiet ; you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little uneasy. Your trepidation isn't helped by a loud crackling sound coming out of an alleyway to your left.

Despite the strength of your fear, your curiosity ultimately wins the battle and you peer into the darkness, a faint red glow can be seen a little further in and -against your better judgment- you walk in.

An omnics body lays slumped against the wall, its head tilts just slightly upwards. The movement looks arduous and it can't hold it for long. You take a look around, your uncle has told you of omnics pretending to be in need of help just so others can jump out and ambush you during the war.

The omnic tries to speak, you get an idea of what it's voice sounds like but the voice box is so damaged that it just comes out in gargled cracks and pops. A voice in the back of your head is telling you that you could fix this omnic, you mostly work on cars and electronics but you know an omnic isn't too different...

omnics are dangerous, you've been told that all your life, seen it on the news and the papers but you've also watched first hand as omnics are torn apart in the streets, shot in the head by hidden snipers. You can't just leave it here, can you?

You step closer, it's dark but you can see well enough. Some limbs have been torn off, wires stick out of holes and spark occasionally, there's cracks in it's faceplate and the red lights on it's forehead flicker.

“Are… are you okay..?” You know the answer, of course you do, you're not stupid but you still feel the need to ask “No- of course not.” you answer your own question, mentally punching yourself for even asking.

Your eyes dart around the closed in space, you doubt anyone or anything is waiting for you in here but the thought can't leave your mind. You certainly weren't expecting to come across this, especially not tonight after going out partying with friends.

You consider just walking, leaving it here and letting it slowly lose whatever chance of life it has left. It's not like anyone would know, most perks wouldn't even judge you but that rotten serpent called basic human decency has already wrapped itself around you and any attempt to escape would be futile. The guilt alone would probably kill you.

You take a deep breath. Just close your eyes for a moment or two and think this through. You have the means and capability to fix this, probably even restore it back to its original state, before it was just a hunk of sparking, gurgling metal.

“Ca-can you stand?” There's no reply, obviously, you weren't expecting one ; you assume it can still hear you though, it's been reacting to you even if only in small ways. After a few minutes of silence you begin to doubt yourself but the omnic begins trembling. It's body shakes as it slowly lifts itself up to stand, leant against the wall and hunched over it's almost a foot taller than you. At least you think so, it's dark and you're not the best at eyeballing height.

“Right- uhm…” the height and size is kind of intimidating “can you walk?”

One step forward and the omnic is toppling over,

[lizz-crimson]

The Gala (Doomfist X Female! Reader)

Ahhhh! I've been working on this one for a while! Doomfist lovers come get yall juice!

Summary: After returning a stolen file to Doomfist, your boss has an extra special mission for you.

Tags/Warnings: [SFW, Female Reader, (Name) used instead of (Y/n), Doom is a bit of a tease, very gentleman, very polite, a lil jealous.]

Words: 5200+

A silence sat in the meeting room. Doomfist's hands pressed on the table as he leaned on it, glaring at his comrades. Reaper turned his head to the side, Sombra gave a side-eye to Moira, and Widowmaker didn't react at all as usual. Moira, however, stared right back at Doomfist, though her gaze wasn't nearly as piercing.

Akande inhaled through his nose, making it wrinkle like an angry lion. "So, where is it?" His chest fell harshly as he breathed out, his tone dangerous. "Where. Is. The file." He emphasized. Sombra's eyes flicked to Moira. She couldn't contain her curiosity. Moira was usually so organized.

"It's gone," Moira said factually.

"Gone where?" Doomfist shifted to lean more on the table, his glare intensifying.

"Am I to magically discern where all my stolen files go?" Moira asked.

"No," Akande said sharply. Then there was a pause. "You're to make sure all files remain hidden. Secret. Locked up." The steel table dented as he gradually added more weight to his hands. "You are the one responsible if something goes missing," he growled. Moira's own nose curled, and she immediately retorted.

"I'll have you know, Akande, that it was Sombra who was in charge of that particular sector at the time. Not I."

Sombra gaped. "What? You're trying to pin this on me?"

"I'm not trying; it's a simple fact," Moira replied. Sombra groaned and gestured to Reaper.

"It was Reaper who was by the server room during the attack!"

Reaper stood, his chair falling to the floor as he loomed over Sombra. "Shove that finger in my face again and see what happens," he threatened.

A slam of Akande's gauntlet was enough to shut everyone up and gain attention back to him. The poor table now bore a mighty dent in on itself.

"Enough! If you all weren't vital to Talon, I'd make sure you--"

A sudden round of knocking on the meeting room doors made everyone turn their heads. Nobody else was told to come join the meeting. Could there be another attack? There were no alarms going off.

Akande flumped back in his chair with a huff. He rubbed his eyes and gestured for Sombra to go see. The hacker gave an annoyed look but didn't complain. She went on over to the large double doors and opened them up.

You, one of the middle-tier Talon soldiers, stood on the other side. Your cheek bore a sizable bruise, and your gear was messy and damaged all over. In your hand was a cracked datapad.

"Hello," you said politely, but tiredly, not even aware of the uproar that had been going on moments before. You held out the datapad to Sombra with both hands. The last thing you wanted to do was damage the thing further. "Um, one of the agents from the attack made off with this, and Miss O'deorain wasn't in her lab, so I figured I should bring it on up here," you explained quickly. You weren't supposed to be here, and you knew it.

Sombra snatched the datapad out of your hands and then began furiously tapping away on it. She sighed after a few seconds. Nothing had been breached. Thank God.

"Hey, Doomfist!" Sombra turned from you, wiggling the datapad in the air. "(Name) got our file back! Say thank you!"

Doomfist pushed himself out of his chair and lumbered over, snatching the datapad from Sombra's hand.

"Ay, watch the gauntlet!" she hissed, rubbing her wrist. Akande brushed her off and then took a look through the datapad himself. He hummed. Not a satisfied hum, nor a frustrated hum. Just a deep rumble of his chest.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours as he handed the pad back to Sombra.

"Did you look in the file?" he asked.

"No, sir," you answered curtly and honestly.

"Did the one who stole it get away?"

"Uh, yes, unfortunately." The sting of your bruise was still very much present.

Your boss's gaze was always so intense. And long. And solely on you. Not a group of operatives. Just you.

Akande nodded, seemingly believing you and mercifully speaking up.

"Thank you. You are dismissed."

He shut the doors on you without giving you the chance to say, 'Yes, sir.'.

Working for Talon wasn't completely stressful. You actually had a lot of downtime to do as you pleased when you weren't on duty. Of course, you were required to live on base, so you were always ready for potential attacks like earlier. Which is exactly how you ended up getting into a brawl with some sneak thief agent. The bruise ached, but you were just glad they hadn't gotten away with it.

The day stretched on, and when your shift ended, you went straight to your dorm and flopped into bed, still in your damaged uniform and with a hastily applied bandage on your cheek. The other bed in the room was vacant. Your roommate had been caught trying to defect, and, well… you no longer had to trip over her shoes in the mornings. The bed was now where you piled your snacks.

Speaking of, you went ahead and grabbed some mini Oreos and continued to laze about. Just as you got comfortable and relaxed, a round of knocking sounded. You stood and approached the door with a quiet sigh. "Coming." When you opened it, you nearly choked on your snack.

Widowmaker stood on the other side, looking unimpressed as always.

Was this it? Were mini Oreos to be your final meal? Why didn't you grab the regular-sized ones under the mattress?

It took a good few seconds to notice the lack of bullet in your cranium. Windowmaker didn't even have her gun on her. Your feet shuffled, and you cleared your throat.

"Uh," you stuttered. "Can I--?"

"Doomfist wants to see you," she said in a flat tone. "Now." The added use of 'now' made you shudder.

"Right," you replied. You threw your shoes back on, and Widowmaker made way for you as you passed her without another word.

You had always been slightly afraid of elevators. You couldn't shake the thought of one of them malfunctioning in a plethora of different ways. It was rare it happened nowadays, but you assumed Rick the elevator guy was hired for a reason. Your hands formed fists over and over at your side until the elevator came to a slow stop at the top floor. A breath of relief left you as soon as the doors mercifully slid open.

Okay, now for the second, and arguably more prominent issue.

Akande's office was no more than two steps outside of the elevator. To get it over with, you knocked despite your uneasiness. Two run-ins with the boss in one day? Clearly luck had decided to pick on you specifically.

You flinched as the doors slid open, and Akande's voice sounded out.

"You got here fast. Come in," he said. He was sat at his desk at the far side of the room, typing something into another data pad. The curtain wall behind him had a view of the city anyone would kill for, and the rest of the office looked more like a real living space than a place of business. As you came in, the doors closed behind you, and he gestured to another chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat."

You sat.

Were you supposed to talk now? You weren't really sure, and you didn't want to take the risk either.

"(Name)," he said, breaking you out of your nerves. He put down the datapad, giving you his full attention. "I know it's a sudden call, but I wanted to go over today's breach and the agent you failed to catch."

Oh, dear.

You stuttered. "I promise I tried my—"

"Do not panic. You're not in trouble," he said.

"I'm not?"

"No. Reaper dealt with your quarry after the meeting earlier. I only have a few questions."

That was a relief, but you couldn't help but feel like Akande was being unusually calm about this. You failed to catch a thief but were able to recover a stolen file. He said you weren't in trouble, yet he'd called you to his office for more questions? Sombra could easily roll back the security feed, corrupted or not, and get answers if he had any doubt about her honesty. 

A snort. "You are thinking pretty hard. Didn't I just say you weren't in trouble?" he asked.

"Oh, uh," you stuttered and adjusted yourself in your seat. "You did, yeah."

He chuckled and stood from his seat. "Calm down. This is an invitation, not an interrogation." He went to stand before the curtain wall, hands behind his back. "Are you aware of the Vishkar event going on this Friday?" he asked.

"You mean that gala?"

He turned his head, pleased. "Yes, that one. They have one once a year, and this time it's being thrown there." He pointed to a tall building outside. It wasn't far off, and the Vishkar logo flickered to life as the evening sun set in. "As you know, that building is home to many experimental designs. One's Talon would greatly benefit from. At first I was going to send Sombra during the festivities, but I received an invite to the gala itself."

That made sense. Akande wasn't someone you'd want to make an enemy out of. Holding a gala and not inviting him to it, all the while holding beneficial technologies, experimental or not, was not a good idea.

"But this invite has a certain requirement." He turned his body fully to face you. "A plus one."

Oh.

Oh.

"Oh."

"So here's my proposition," he started, walking around his desk to you. "You and I will attend the gala, mingle, find someone to plant false evidence onto, then leave. Sombra and Reaper will have been in and out by that time, and no blame can be placed on our organization."

It didn't really sound like he was asking, but he didn't sound forceful about it either. That tone of a dangerous leader he always carried was gone. Now he was just a man. A big and intimidating one, but a man nonetheless.

One who'd especially look nice in a suit, too.

"I accept," you said.

"Fantastic. Here." He suddenly handed you a card. "This should hold more than enough funds to ready yourself for the event. If you want my personal recommendation, the boutique near the port has many fine dresses and accessories to suit a plethora of tastes." He circled back around his desk and sat down again. He took the datapad once more and began typing something down. "I'll have transport arranged in an hour. You should also stop by the medical bay to have Moira fix up that bruise of yours. No need for a scandal at the party, yes?"

"Uh, right—" You cleared your throat. "Yes, sir."

He smiled. "Good." He leaned back a bit, his eyes returning to the datapad. "Now, I have other work to attend to. I shall pick you up at eight on Friday."

You stood, excusing yourself. For once, you were thankful for the privacy of the elevator. Your ears burned like the sun, and the shiny interior reflected your bright red face right back at you. You were going to a gala. With Doomfist. And you were actually looking forward to it. Why did he pick you? Was it because you let the thief get away? No, no, he'd already said you weren't in trouble. Ugh.

You'd covered your face with Doomfist's card from the imaginary audience at this point. The damn thing was a black card, of course. Shiny. Few fingerprints. It was likely new. You made a mental note to give it back to him as soon as you could. Who knows how much money it held?

Enough for a dress at that extremely expensive boutique by the port, plus accessories.

Yeah, you really needed to give this back to him.

The elevator door opened, and you pushed the card into your pocket for the time being. You nearly bumped into Rick the elevator guy as you stepped out. 

"Whoa, sorry, Rick!" you apologized.

"No worries. You should probably steer clear of the elevators for the time being, though. The one on the west wing fell from the fourth floor," he replied casually.

You exhaled. "Oh…"

What kind of person forgets their own favorite color?

You, apparently. As soon as you walked into the boutique you were met with all manner of gorgeous dresses in all colors and styles. You were hoping it would be a quick trip, but no. Doomfist needed to send you to the best damn place in the city. How dare he.

Your attention was caught by a sparkling necklace in a display case nearby. The chain was thin, like most necklaces, and the bale held a pendant in the shape of a bird. The iridescent shine of the piece reminded you of a starling's feathers.

At least this choice wasn't hard.

The dress was still giving you a headache, though. You swore you'd been looking for over an hour. You don't recall ever spending so much time picking out clothes in your life. Let a alone a dress. You hadn't worn one in years now. You never had a reason. Sure as hell did now.

You let out a frustrated huff and put another dress back on the rack.

"Awe, having trouble, amiga?"

"Jesus!" You whip around and see Sombra on the other side of the clothes rack, smirking over at you. "Sombra?"

She chuckled. "Hola."

"What are you doing here?" you asked, still trying to calm your heart.

"Just browsing. This place has a good selection. I'll definitely sneak back in after closing to collect."

"Mm. Well, at least you found something. I can't choose a dress for the life of me."

Sombra tsk'd. "C'mon, Doomfist isn't picky."

You felt your ears burn up again. "I'm—I'm not worried about that; I just. Well, there's a lot of options, so…"

"Well then, what's your favorite color?"

"…I forgot."

"Ha! And you're sure you're not worried about Doomfist's opinion?"

You didn't respond that time.

"Ay, don't worry about it. Just go to the VIP selection. I hear the good stuff's in there."

There was indeed a whole other section of the store. It was closed off; the walls were pitch black, and they even had an employee at the front to check before letting people inside. 

You look yourself over. Jeans, a t-shirt, a bruise you should really get looked at. You didn't match the usual description for a rich person. Hell, people had been giving you the side-eye since you walked into the boutique.

Sombra rolled her eyes. "The card."

"The card…? Oh!"

You pulled out Doomfist's card from your wallet.

"That's your ticket," Sombra said. "Now, go. I need to copy these serial numbers."

You've never gotten a dirtier look than the one you got from the entry clerk at the entrance to the VIP selection. Let's just say the disgusted-looking-up-and-down expression wasn't exclusive to movies. It was gone as soon as it came, and the clerk interlocked her fingers and put on her best customer service smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi, um," you handed her the card. "This'll get me in, right?"

The woman looked taken aback. She took the card, scanned it, then went wide-eyed at her screen. She quickly handed the card back to you and nodded. "Why, yes, of course. Hehe, go on in."

"Thanks."

"No issue, ma'am, and if you need anything, just holler."

"Will do."

You won't. Kiss ass.

So, time for round two of dress-hunting. You swear, how many outfits could they pack into one place?

You stopped in your tracks. Looking up at a pristine display case, a dress more gorgeous than any other. The neckline was low, but not too low, and still left plenty of room for the necklace you picked out. Sleeveless. The skirt was long but wasn't meant to touch the floor and had a slit to show off one leg. The best part: it was the perfect color!

"See something you like, ma'am?" another clerk walking about asked.

"Yes," you replied in a snap.

Friday arrived a bit too soon for your taste. You took the last couple of days learning to walk in heels again. How Widowmaker did it all the time was beyond you, but you got it down in time. Your hair was fixed up, your nails painted, bruise gone, and your makeup done. The dress was a perfect fit, and the necklace around your neck was the cherry on top. You knew you shouldn't worry about it too much, but damn, you hoped Doomfist liked it.

Your phone buzzed, and you swiped it up. Just as you feared, it was time to go. Taking a breath, you put your phone and other things inside your purse and headed out. You were meant to brief with Doomfist, Sombra, and Reaper first. So you headed to the meeting room from before. Along the way, getting many a compliment from other agents. Though they were definitely confused on why you were dressed like that in the first place.

You knocked on the meeting room doors again, being immediately buzzed in. Sombra was again the one to open the doors, and you blushed as you saw that smirk of hers form on her face. She was definitely going to make a fuss, and it began when she stepped out and guided you inside by the shoulders. "The guest of honor is here!" she announced. Reaper stood just in front of you two, blocking your view of Doomfist. "Move it." Sombra shoved him and pushed you forward as he growled.

Now, you stood in front of Doomfist. And he looked nice. A white suit. White. It was perfect for him.

You looked at the wall. You swore you heard Reaper snort.

"You two are dismissed," Doomfist said to Sombra and Reaper. "Remember the plan. Don't get sidetracked."

"Got it, boss," Sombra saluted.

Reaper grunted. The both of them left, leaving you and your very nicely dressed boss alone.

It took a moment, but you finally built up the courage to look at him again.

"You look--"

"You look--"

Ah, you'd cut each other off. A chuckle left the both of you. Doomfist gestured to you.

"You first," he said.

"Ah, um, you…" You took a breath. "You look really nice."

"Me? Have you seen yourself?" he asked, looking you up and down. "You are absolutely breathtaking."

"Thank you," you replied. Damn it all. Your ears were going to burn off at this rate. "And I appreciate you choosing me for this mission, Doomfist. Er—is Akande all right?"

He chuckled and held out his arm for you. "Akande is fine. Always fine."

You allowed your heart a moment before you linked your arm with his.

"Now, come. The car is waiting outside."

Akande led you through the back halls of the base. No more ogling eyes from other agents. The sun was setting by the time you stepped outside. Waiting for the two of you was a long black car. A limousine.

Akande opened the door for you. "Ladies first," he said. You climbed in, and he right after you. "Diver."

All it took was a word, and the car was off.

"You picked the perfect color for yourself," he said.

"Oh, thank you. There were a lot of options there," you replied, fiddling with the necklace you bought. Akande's eyes landed on it.

"Let me see that." He leaned over and gently took the starling pendant in his hand, examining it. He hummed, and you could feel his breath hit your chest. His smile shifted to more of a smirk as he looked back up at you. "Who told you I was fond of starlings?"

You swallowed. "Nobody. I just got lucky."

"Well, luck is certainly fond of you, isn't he?" He said, leaning back. "I hope I don't have competition."

A chuckle left you. "Are you saying you'd fight a concept over me?"

"Any man would," he replied.

As the car neared the Vishkar building, Akande pulled something out of a bag on the floorboard. A bag that matched the color of your dress.

"And this is for you."

"Wow, it's gorgeous," you said as you took it. "I hope it didn't set you back much."

A more boisterous laugh left him this time. Your face went red again. How'd you forget how loaded the man was already?

"Never mind," you pouted. In efforts to save your embarrassment, you changed the subject. "So, about the mission…"

"Yes, yes," he calmed. "There is a USB in your new bag. Once I find someone to plant it on, I'll tell you."

The car came to a stop outside of the entrance to the Vishakr building. 

"For now, we enjoy ourselves," he said.

Stepping out of the car, cameras flash, taking pictures of you and Akande. You ignored them, a bit too preoccupied with linking your arm with his again. The suit may have covered his muscular frame, but you damn sure could feel them.

And you were glad for it. Once you got inside the building itself, you and Akande were headed straight for an elevator. A godforsaken elevator. Your arm held his tighter as you two stepped inside, and he took notice.

"Not a fan?"

You squeezed your eyes shut. "No." 

He held your arm a bit tighter and brought you closer. "Do not worry. I've got you."

"Appreciated."

After what felt like an eternity, the elevator stopped on the top floor. The doors opened, and you breathed a sigh of utter relief, opening your eyes again. 

"See, you survived," Akande said, leading you out.

"I did," you nodded.

He led you through the room. The place was full of people you'd seen on the news for their achievements and ambitions. Vishkar didn't spare an invite for anyone. It made planting evidence harder. With so many eyes around, anyone could see her. And it wasn't like she was dressed subtly.

But Akande didn't seem concerned with that right now. He led you to a table, pulling out your chair and letting you sit down. A waiter brought over a couple drinks and menus, then left you two to think on your orders.

"Anything catch your eye, Starling?"

"Mmm, I'm stuck between the steak or the lobster," you replied. It took another few seconds to register the new nickname. "Wait, what did you call me?"

"You heard me," he gave a lopsided smile.

You quickly covered your face with the menu. You never expected your boss to be a tease. 

"I'm leaning toward the steak as well. Shall we try it together?"

You peeked over your menu, burning ears just in view. "Sure."

"And I'll be sure to get you some ice cream for dessert," he chuckled. Oh, this man was awful.

Yet every moment was enjoyed. You don't think you ever smiled this much at a dinner date. Akande, while normally your scary, ruthless boss, was nothing short of a gentleman. He asked you questions, and he answered your own. You left to go to the bathroom; he'd watch over your drink. Not that anyone would dare try to mess with you or him, but there's no reason to not be cautious.

After dinner, the main event of the gala began, with scientists and entrepreneurs coming onto the stage in front to announce their projects and products. Most were unimpressive, just new ways of documenting information and simple construction projects. It made you wonder what types of experimental designs Akande was so interested in in the first place.

The next person took the stage. A man in business attire and holding probably the snobbiest smirk you'd ever seen. You couldn't help but curl your nose in slight disgust when he spoke so highly of his new 'Carry-Coin' project.

"Mm," you grunted.

"You don't seem fond of that one," Akande said.

"I'm… not," you admitted.

"Good," he replied. "Because he is our man."

You smiled at that one, and Akande chuckled.

Finally the man's announcements came to a close, and he was given minimal praise from the rest of the guests. The lights remained dim, and music began to play. While other guests took to the floor, you and Akande remained seated. Waiting.

"You clumsy fuck!"

Your head whipped to the side. There the snob was, yelling at a poor waitress who'd tripped and spilled wine on his suit. He was rending into the poor girl, and anger welled in your chest.

"That's your cue," Akande whispered low into your ear. It didn't exactly calm you. 

So, with reddened ears, you got up, new bag on your shoulder, and approached the two.

"Goodness, you're a mess," gasped as you stepped up.

The man growled. "Yeah, and you can blame that one." He pointed his thumb to the waitress.

You waved your hands dismissively. 

"Ah, leave her be. Nothing some wet wipes can't fix up," you said. You nodded at the waitress, who scurried off right away.

The man pouted. You pulled out some wipes and took his sleeve. "Now, what's that face for? Lighten up." You smiled up at him. His own face reddened.

"Oh… fine. You're persuasive, lady."

"I'm not the only one. Your speech was impressive."

The man raised his head up high. "Wasn't it? I'm sure to make millions within the quarter, hehe." He looked down at you and smirked. "And you're more than welcome to it all, doll face."

Your nose twitched. It had never been harder not to punch someone.

"Oh, some wine got on your back, too. Here…" You went behind him, rubbing his shoulder and pulling the USB out of your bag with your other hand. You dropped it into his coat pocket. You could see Akande from where you were, and you nodded. You couldn't help but notice his gaze was a bit harder, though.

"There ya go," you said, tossing the wipes into a trashcan nearby.

"Thank you, doll face. You've saved my night."

He looked out onto the dance floor.

"Though a dance would certainly make it better…"

Before you could decline yourself, a big hand found its place on your waist. You looked up, slightly startled. Akande glared over your shoulder.

"Sorry," he spoke, his voice low and clearly not sorry. Dangerous. Like the boss you knew. "But she's already taken."

The man all but disappeared, shrinking into himself and shuffling off quickly. Akande's hand slipped from your waist, and you turned to look up at him. His eyes were still locked ahead.

"You, uh, really wanted to scare him off, huh?" you asked, trying to lighten him up.

"Yes," he replied.

Well, that didn't work.

It was your turn to look out at the dance floor, where people danced to a high-energy beat.

"Fair warning, I haven't danced in years, but…" you trailed, but still left your meaning clear.

He followed your gaze, and his face relaxed. "Don't worry," he said, taking your waist again. "I'm here, and I'm an excellent teacher."

There we go.

To your absolute astonishment, the high-energy music ended as soon as you and Akande stepped onto the floor and switched to a slower, more romantic song.

"Are you serious?" You deadpanned; your poor face was going to bake. Meanwhile, Akande let out that boisterous laugh of his, and he took one of your hands in his while you put the other on his shoulder.

"I told you, luck is on your side," he said.

"No, luck is your wingman."

"Then he and I have no reason to compete after all."

And so, swaying to the gentle rhythm, you finally gain the courage to look up at him without letting your face deter you.

"Gaining some confidence, finally?"

"A little. Could be the wine."

A chuckle left him again, and you could feel it rumble in his chest. One hand came to lift your chin. "Red or not, you make me look pale in comparison." With that, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. Right where that once painful bruise had been.

Your face pressed into his chest. It was the reddest it had ever been.

Some time later, after your dance and promised dessert of Oreo ice cream. A sound came from the communicator in Akande's suit pocket.

"Boss, all blueprints secured and headed back to base," Sombra said.

Perfect timing. The festivities were ending, and people were already filtering out of the building.

"Very good. (Name) and I will make our way out."

You stood with him, collecting all your things, then took his arm again. He didn't even have to ask this time. You two made your way back to the devil that was the elevator, and while you went down, you spoke up.

"I know this was more for a mission and all… but I enjoyed myself tonight. So, thank you, Akande."

"Of course, Starling. This wouldn't have gone as smoothly without you, and I would have enjoyed myself far less."

The car hadn't arrived yet by the time you and Akande stepped outside. The night was late, and you shivered from the cool air.

"Cold?" Akande asked.

"Yep," you replied, rubbing your arms with your hands.

"Hm. Here."

The next moment his suit jacket was placed upon you. The damn thing practically ate you, but you nuzzled into it all the same. "Thanks," your muffled voice came.

When the car came, you and he piled in, both letting out tired sighs. A single word to the driver later and they were off back to base. A mighty yawn left you.

"You look like you're ready for bed," Akande chuckled.

"I am."

"Join me?"

Your face didn't have the energy to be red anymore. You simply placed your head on his shoulder. "Yeah…"

You were nearly asleep when you returned to base. You two went in the way you came out to avoid any agents on night shift. Just before you reached the elevator, you remembered something important.

"Oh, hold on!"

You rummaged through your bag and pulled out his card. "Here you go. I meant to give it back earlier."

He held out his hand, pausing you.

"Keep it. It's yours."

"Huh? Are you sure? I mean, it's your money," you replied.

He held out his arm as the elevator door opened. "Oh, please. I'm not going to miss one hundred thousand dollars anytime soon."

You linked your arm with his one more time. 

"How much?"

"You heard me."

Huh. And they say chivalry is dead.

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Sombra set the communicator down on the dented table, in her other hand, a set of colorful cards. A lot of them.

Reaper placed a red four on top of a red three.

"Uno," came Reaper's amused voice. Sombra quickly fell into a string of Spanish curses before flopping back in her chair.

"(Name) gets to go to a gala while we are stuck here at base." She crossed her arms, pulling a green four from the deck and feeling her nose twitch. They never had to steal anything in the first place. Nothing but garbage is ever announce at the Vishkar Gala.

Reaper shrugged. "You helped her."

"That was a coincidence. I didn't know the bag would match her dress. I gave to Doomfist to help him."

"Whatever. Also, "Reaper placed his last card on the pile, "I win."

"Oh, you—!" No. No, we have time for one more!"

"No. I'm done playing."

"Come onnn!" she whined. She looked around and pulled another game off the shelf. "I have New Phone Who Dis!"

Reaper sighed. "Fine, but don't post anything like last time."

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There you go! Hope yall liked it! This will also show up on my AO3 later! Link in pinned post on my profile! Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Jamieson Fawkes doesn't have a whole lot going on. He decides to play a video game. Maybe he'll make a friend. Or something like that.

Author: ArmsShanks

[dynahops]

Fanart of 310. by @lynxanite

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[vacantgodling]

chapter 19 has dropped ahhhhhhh one more and i’m done!!!

[moiraweaver]

Evening | A Moiraweaver NSFW one-shot

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52258153

Synopsis:

Moira and Niran enjoy an quiet evening together that ends up being not so quiet.

Niran watched as Moira’s hands worked swiftly on stirring the stew, he was surprised to hear that this doctor, someone who was nearly always inside a closed room working in her last research, was actually incredibly good at cooking. Just don’t ask her to bake anything, Niran learned it the hard way when he tried to taste her cookies. He sighed, watching the older woman’s every movement, resting his chin on his hand.

“I’m glad you’re finally letting loose,” Niran smiled, thinking back at how she would never have time to meet up before. For him, Moira was actually caring more about him than work. Sometimes she’d need a few days away, but Niran understood she was different from him. Moira was much more reserved, introverted, while Niran was much more outgoing and extroverted, but they somehow made this work so far.

“Whatever do you mean? I thought I was loose just fine before, however you enjoy pushing my limits Pruksamanee,” Moira looked back at him as she said so, smirking as if she actually enjoyed the changes that have been happening thanks to his presence, she then closed the lid of the pot where she was cooking one of her family’s stew, “I have bought some fine wine for this occasion,” Her shoes clacked on the ground as she went towards her fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. Niran was surprised, widening his brown eyes.

“Isn’t that brand like… Super expensive? You really are going all out, O’deorain. If I didn’t know any better I might say you’re trying to charm me,” He chuckled, teasing her as she offered him a glass full of red wine. He took a sip and hummed, it was sour but sweet, just like wine should be for him. She took a glass for herself and shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“You truly are on a roll with your remarks this evening, Niran,” She took a sip herself and went ‘ahh’ at the taste, satisfied with her purchase. “The stew will most likely be done in around thirty minutes. Get off that uncomfortable chair and let us sit on the couch, I’m not sure why you have been at the table this entire time,” She noted, walking towards the living room, which was the room just next to her kitchen.

Moira’s apartment was cozy, is how Niran would best describe it. It was clean and neat, mostly because Moira spent so long away from home. In the living room, she had a big TV and a comfortable couch, along with a coffee table at the center where she kept some artificial plants. One of Niran’s favorite parts about this room was specifically the corner made for her pet centipede, who was fascinating to Niran, in ways that were different to Moira’s fascination with bugs.

Moira sat down on the gray couch and patted next to her, motioning for Niran to sit down. He scoffed and placed his glass down on the coffee table before sitting next to her, “Shouldn’t you get off that formal attire right now? You really don’t have to look like that when we are just… You know, enjoying some time together at your house?” He pointed out, seeing as Moira had one of her many suits on and even shoes, pointy as usual. Not that Niran didn’t find it dashing and handsome, but he wasn’t sure why she had to keep up appearances.

“You came full of makeup to my house, I believe I’m allowed to dress up for my partner. Unless you are suggesting I undress for you, Niran,” Her words were full of sarcasm and teasing, but Niran could tell by now that was just her way of messing with him. He shoved her slightly, careful not to make her drop the wine.

“I think you’re quite dashing, but it’s different, I just have a blouse and capris on! I just enjoy feeling pretty even with simple clothes,” He threw his hair to the side and Moira couldn’t help but grin a little. Niran was particularly fond of taking care of himself and it rubbed off on Moira.

Before, she would barely sleep 4 hours a night. And got through the day with pure black coffee. After having the chance to connect with Niran, the doctor had been keeping a much healthier schedule overtime. Niran couldn’t help but appreciate the little details that had changed since they met each other.

Moira hummed and took a sip of her wine, “Have you truly decided to move on from your studies?” She brought up the topic suddenly, making Niran somewhat surprised. He thought this night was meant to be relaxing, not speak about topics he stressed over everyday. Though, for Moira, it was a simple question of course, she had troubles reading tone and moods. She lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.

“I… Guess. But I just wish I didn’t have to worry about that. I love what I wanna do or wanted to do but it just started feeling like I was there more for my parents than myself and that’s not the life I wanna live, I mean… I have been made to do things for them since I was a kid. But I really think I shouldn’t need their approval anymore, I’m quite literally over thirty, I guess I shouldn’t live my life by other’s expectations. But I’m sure my parents might go insane over me wanting to chase acting and art instead of whatever they aimed for me,” He shrugged and took a long sip of his wine, breathing in and out as he finished. Moira frowned at him, clearly worried for whatever might happen. Her slender hand touched his thigh and made him look up at the older woman.

“I believe you should not force yourself to keep up appearances,” She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly. Niran whined softly at it, smiling a bit at the sudden affection, “Whatever does come to be true, I will be supporting your new choices. But don’t get too used to it, you’re very lucky I enjoy your presence so much,” She noted, as if Niran didn’t know she was head over heels for him.

“I will keep that noted, doctor,” He laughed and she smiled back as he quickly got himself on her lap, pressing down against her. He was leaning in for a kiss, but the older woman suddenly stopped him by putting a hand to his chest, “What is it?” He opened his eyes and asked, turning his head a little.

“The stew must be ready by now, Niran, shouldn’t we eat?” She let her hands travel to his waist, resting there with a soft squeeze. “I will give you whatever you like afterwards, but I’d rather we eat first, I did spend around five hours preparing this just for us after all,” She noted and Niran couldn’t help but pout as his plans were broken for a second. The man got off her lap and she grinned, getting up to go check the stew. She hummed as she saw the results, just as the recipe was meant to be. She grabbed two bowls, one for herself and one for Niran and quietly brought him. “Careful, it’s hot,” Moira noted as she sat down with her own bowl and started to appreciate her cooking.

Niran smiled, “You know… When I first met you, I never imagined you would make such great dishes,” He teased her and Moira rolled her eyes.

“What did you think I usually did? Ate air? Maybe ordered all the time? Or had a maid?” She teased back and he chuckled, shaking his head, “You should let me taste some of your own country’s food.”

“Oh dear, are you sure your irish roots will handle the spice?” Niran laughed at her and Moira simply didn’t comment. “I’m just joking! I can make you some of my favorite dishes, but you have to promise you won’t judge. I’m not exactly a househusband yet.”

“Yet,” Moira said in a sarcastic tone as she took more spoons of her bowl. They continued to eat happily and quietly, Niran humming now and then. It was becoming night by now and the soft lights inside the apartment added to the calm atmosphere. Niran thought that he would like to do this everyday if they could.

Once they finished their bowls, Moira grabbed them to put them away in the sink, however Niran promptly got up and grabbed them from her hands. “Let me do some work too, you have been cooking and preparing things all day,” He shoved her softly back down onto the couch and walked into the kitchen to put the bowls in the sink. Moira didn’t complain, she sat back and waited, spreading her legs and resting her head back on the couch, closing her eyes.

As she opened them, she felt Niran’s hands petting her ginger hair. She smirked back at him and he quietly hopped back onto the couch. “I suppose you had an enjoyable meal. I’m always happy to serve,” Even though they were together for months now, she continued to use such formal words around him and Niran thought, at first, that was odd, but now it was just part of her charm.

“Now… Maybe you can get out of that suit and tie?” Niran asked with a suggestive tone and Moira could only hum as he got on top of her, placing himself on her lap and started to undo her tie carefully. His hands were much softer than hers, Moira’s touch nearly always felt rough and possessive, but maybe that’s why he enjoyed it so much.

She observed his face as he undid her tie and couldn’t help but extend an arm to caress his cheek. He had very noticeable cheekbones, making his cheeks one of the most attractive parts of him to the doctor. Her long nails caressed him and sent shivers down his spine, making Niran whine back a little.

Once he undid her tie, she grabbed it and put it aside on the couch as Niran undid button by button of her black shirt. She pulled him closer by the hips, they were wider than hers, he was much more curvy and rounder, while she felt straight like a rule or like a box, one of their many differences, which made Niran just enjoy her even more.

“Are you sure we should be doing this here?” She pet his face as he got to the last button of her shirt and started to slide it off her slender shoulders. Moira was left with only her pants and a plain black bra on. Niran smirked and leaned in, feeling up her entire torso, making Moira softly grunt under her breath.

“Why wouldn't we? It’s not like we haven’t before,” He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her neck. He could feel how cold she was against his lips, one of Moira’s many particularities was how cold she felt so often, compared to him, who was a walking furnace, it was a dynamic that really went well together. “Besides… It’s not like your couch is the most risky place we have done it at, uhm?”

Moira rolled her eyes thinking about the times Niran had asked to be fucked at spots she would not have thought of. Personally, she enjoyed the thrill as well, the chances of getting caught and the feeling of dominance when he was being fucked by her somewhere unusual. But she never really had the chance to try this with previous partners, they were not as adventurous as Niran was. “Don’t remind me, last time you nearly got us caught, if I may bring it up again. You really need to learn volume control, Niran.”

Niran grinned mischievously as he undid her bra, exposing her chest. It was mostly flat, but Niran still enjoyed the sight. “You say that as if you didn’t like it,” He noted with a smirk as Moira started to slowly undress him as well. He only had a blouse on, so it was easy to take it off in one swift pull, throwing it by the same place her shirt and tie had gone to. Niran’s chest got exposed and instantly Moira couldn’t help but work on it.

She grasped his hips harder, making him arch his back and giving her a better view of his tits. They were bigger than hers , she always noted mentally. Moira grasped his chest with both hands, handling roughly from the get go. She knew what Niran enjoyed by now and didn’t want to ask, but she did anyway out of respect. “Do you want the usual? Tell me, how does it feel?”

Niran bit down on his lip and nodded, “Yeah, the usual. I like when you push me to my limits.”

Moira simply answered with a smirk as she started to rub him off through his khakis. He sighed heavily and clinged to her harder, the harder she rubbed. She knew how much he enjoyed being edged, but she knew how much he’d start to whine in a bit. “Let’s make a deal… If you are far too loud I will stop and I won’t give you what you want. If you want me to touch you, you must remain quiet. Is that clear?” Niran simply nodded, already abiding to the silence. Moira hummed, pleased with her boy toy.

She pushed him off her and onto the couch, leaning onto him and using her tongue to travel in between his chest to his toned abs. Niran squirmed as her warm tongue felt every inch of him and her hands squeezed his chest at the same time. He felt like he was already going to start panting, but tried his best to hold back. Moira knew this was a challenge for him, he was loud and very straightforward with his reactions, being much more expressive than she ever was.

Moira pulled down his pants and threw them aside, not caring where it landed. His bulge was exposed now and she got to work, clawing it and squeezing it more. “I see you already got some stains on you. Truly a pathetic boy, aren’t you?” Niran bit down on his lip and nodded hard, a pleasing sight for the older woman. “Will you be a good boy and wait while I grab what we need?” NIran nodded hard and Moira grabbed his chin, leaning in for a quick kiss, making him smile against her lips before she got up and went to get what was necessary.

She came back with her usual purple and veiny strap on, a bottle of lube and another of fake cum. She prepared the strap carefully, filling it with the fake cum. Niran was completely obsessed with the thought of being filled, so it was a must to have this for him. Moira found it fascinating how much he enjoyed the feeling.

As she put on the strap, Niran sat up and instantly started to jerk her off, looking up at her with pleading eyes. Moira felt as if she could get lost in his warm brown eyes sometimes, something that would’ve made past Moira puke, but now makes her feel warm inside. She ran her hand across his face as he leaned in to start sucking her, petting him while he bobbed his head on her strap. While she couldn’t feel the actual feeling of being sucked off, the motion, his small whines and the wet noises were more than enough for her to grunt under her breath with every bob of his head.

Moira grabbed part of his hair into her hand, forcing her dick in and out of his mouth. He smiled against her length and put more work into it, the strap now reaching deeper into his throat. That’s when Moira decided to get a bit more extreme, grabbing the sides of his face and starting to thrust relentlessly in and out, he moaned louder against her dick as she kept face fucking him. Niran grabbed onto her thighs and shut his eyes tight, feeling his throat getting a bump from her length hitting deep inside it.

He could feel his own dick twitching endlessly, his pre-cum had leaked all over the couch and floor by now, slowly descending through his thighs and the side of the couch. Moira smiled as she felt satisfied and pushed him away. Niran was blushing and breathing hard by the time she decided she was done and her strap was now glistening against the soft light in the room, his drool was all over the fake cock. Niran didn’t let her go just yet though, he grabbed the wet length and smiled, “You won’t leave me a parting gift?” He chuckled and Moira sighed at how needy he could be, letting him do his job. Niran jerked her off more, squeezing the strap on and finally getting what he wanted. Some of the fake cum had come inside his mouth with the movement, but he enjoyed himself by making it squirt over his chest and face.

The sight was enough to make Moira’s knees feel weak, breathing heavily at how he looked so fantastical receiving it like that. There was something about Niran that just made Moira want to grab him and fuck him senseless right after doing this warm up. And well, there was nothing stopping her currently.

Moira leaned in and kissed him, tasting some of the fake cum off his lip and then squeezing his chest with her hands at same time. “Get on your all fours right now,” She ordered as the kiss broke and Niran smiled, nodding as he knew what was about to come. Being the pillow prince he was, Niran got in position, but leaned onto the couch to lay his head and torso against it, with his ass continuing up.

Moira awkwardly got up and grabbed his hips, pulling him strongly towards her. He moaned slightly and she dug her long nails deeper into his skin, being sure to leave a mark later. Niran gave her several noises of approval, especially when she started to rub her dick against his entrance. “Will you just get in like that?” Niran wondered if she would use any lube.

“I suppose you can enjoy some fingering,” Moira noted as she let go of him and he stayed in place, waiting for his top to grab the bottle she left on the table. She put some into two of her fingers that didn’t have long nails and went back behind Niran. With one hand she squeezed and spread his toned ass and with the other she rubbed his hole slowly, doing circles with her fingers. Niran whined under his breath but couldn’t take his eyes off the action, looking back at the older woman. “Eager, are we pet?” Moira asked and Niran couldn’t nod harder.

She kept on rubbing his hole till she felt as if it became soft enough to be fingered. Niran felt sensitive and ready for her, but he knew how much Moira liked to drag this out. He always felt on a rollercoaster, where his dick would get extremely hard and ready to cum, but once it did, she always went into doing something else, not fully committing. It drove him crazy in such a good way.

“You shall not cum, you hear me? If you do, I might have to leash you and you wouldn’t want that now, would you?” Moira asked in a serious tone, looking down at him. To which he just responded with a whine, it wasn’t clear if the idea was bad or good to him. 

Moira started to finger him slowly in and out, feeling his hole warm and tight around her two slender fingers. Her fingers were long enough to be able to stroke his prostate easily if she thrusted in hard enough, and so she did. Niran nearly screamed but held it back by biting down on a pillow, tears forming on his brown eyes as Moira started to finger him quickly, feeling like his hole was stretching more with each thrust of her fingers.

Niran couldn’t take this anymore, he had to release it and so he did. His loud moan was muffled against the pillow he was biting. Moira knew clearly that he had no chance now that she was hitting his spot directly and smirked at the sight, he came undone under her and made her couch extremely dirty. That was a problem future Moira would care about, because right now her mind was too into the thrill of making Niran come undone for her.

“You didn’t abide by my rules, pet. Now you should be leashed like the bad dog you are,” Moira slowly pulled out her fingers out his ass and let go of him as she got up and went to his face, “First, clean it up,” She saw that Niran had his mouth open from panting and shoved her fingers inside his mouth, making him moan in surprise, it still had some lube. Moira was pleased seeing how dirty her pet could be. Once her fingers were both coated in drool, she used her other hand to lightly pat his cheek and smirked as she went to her bedroom to grab one of their favorite if not favorite elements for sex. She came back with a pink collar and leash and a cock cage. Niran looked back at it, already looking somewhat exhausted, and let out a small whine at what was still about to come. “With this, you shall not disobey my orders,” She helped him sit up and carefully put the collar on him while Niran just turned his neck around so it became easier for her to put it on.

“Yes, master,” Is all he uttered with a warm face, but not helping himself when he caught himself staring down at her body. Moira proceeded to put on his pink cock cage and Niran felt the pressure against his dick instantly, it made him more aroused, but at same time his hard on was contained and he couldn’t cum now.

Moira petted his face and kissed his lips slowly. “I will destroy you,” The ginger woman said in a low, almost guttural voice that made Niran shake up to his core. She then grabbed him by the hip and forced him to turn around, leaning onto the back of the couch and with his ass facing towards her, who was still standing up. With his hole properly lubed and stretched, Moira spread his ass cheeks and shoved the tip of her dick inside, making Niran clench up and grunt.

She slowly made her way in his guts, her dick still felt huge no matter the amount of lube or times they had done this. Niran sighed heavily and bit down the couch to muffle his noises, but Moira grabbed the pink leash and pulled his head back.

“If you’re a good puppy, you should be able to quiet down without relying on biting things, hm?” She teased and Niran could only nod, not being sure how he’d do that, but trying anyway. When Moira started thrusting in and out, it felt like Niran was being taken to another plane of existence. He shut his eyes hard and enjoyed as every stroke of her dick hit his prostate hard. 

Moira moved her hips with certainty, slapping against Niran’s skin more and more. She didn’t take no mercy on him, knowing full well he could take this pace and that he loved every second of it. Niran felt like he could lose his mind right there, like he lost his thoughts and couldn’t think. That was his favorite part about being owned by Moira. Niran started to whine silently, tears wanting to go down his cheeks as she went in and out fast and hard. He felt as if he was being truly destroyed from inside, within seconds her length wasn’t all that bad to take considering how much she was pounding his ass.

The fake cum started to leak by itself inside of him, making the wet noises become louder and louder with every thrust. “M-Moira-Ahhh-Cum inside me, please,” He begged, biting down his lip and Moira couldn’t help but smirk. She felt lost herself, whenever she topped Niran this way it felt like an out of body experience for her, in different ways. Moira was obsessed with being on top, dominating and showing her dominance through making her partner weak this way. Niran is completely devoted to this, throwing his ass back and being the best bottom she could ask for.

Moira couldn’t help but abide by his wish. She pulled out her dick, only leaving the tip in and jerking it off, feeling as the cum started to go inside Niran and also drip out his hole, leaking. “That’s it, take every drop of it, we wouldn’t want to waste, pet,” She said slowly and Niran hummed, enjoying the feeling of the cum going inside him. Once she felt that the dildo had run out of cum, she thrusted back in with a wet noise. “Oh, you’re so filled now,” She noted with a smile and Niran nodded, looking back at her while panting. That sight was enough to make the older woman go crazy, feeling herself panting along.

She started to thrust in and out once more, Niran getting louder and louder as she used every force of her being to thrust inside him. Wet noises and skin slapping against each other filled the room, along with Niran’s loud moans. He couldn’t stop them now.

“That’s it, you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? My dirty whore,” When Moira started to degrade him in her usual low voice when she felt horny, Niran couldn’t help himself. He came inside the cock cage and grabbed the couch so hard his knuckles were white. “That’s it, you’re such a good boy,” Moira gave a few more thrusts to help him ride out his orgasm, watching as the Thai man shook and arched his back, throwing his head back. She smiled and slowly pulled out of him, seeing as the fake cum leaked out his stretched hole, slowly making its way down his ass to the floor. Moira absolutely loved the sight.

“ ประณาม ,” Niran swore under his breath, feeling like he would fall down and sleep right there after cumming twice.

Moira was pleased with him, petting his back up and down, “Turn around, puppy,” She ordered and Niran slowly did, feeling like his legs had given up on him. “You had an astounding performance this time, good job,” She pet his face and then leaned in to take off the cock cage and then proceeded to take away the leash, but when she was about to take off the collar, Niran stopped her, “Would you rather keep it for now?” He nodded and the woman smirked, “You truly are into being mine, aren’t you?”

Niran could just smile back at her and pull her into a brief kiss before Moira took away their gear and took off her strap on. He sat there for a second, throwing his head back and spacing out, before the Irish woman helped him up from the couch.

“I shall clean that… later. I’m far too tired for this now, and so are you,” She led him to her room, where her bed was already prepared, helping him sit down and giving him a kiss, “I will make you some tea, does that sound appropriate?” Niran smiled and then started to laugh, but Moira wasn’t sure why, “What’s so funny?”

“I just like how you can be so mean but deep inside you’re just so nice to me,” He pointed out and Moira scoffed, looking away and putting on a new set of clothes as Niran watched her with attention, getting under her blankets. It smelled like Moira, which made it better.

“You’re quite lucky I enjoy your presence and your performance in bed, or I might poison your tea for saying such a thing,” If there was one thing Moira hated, or at least tried to hate, was how vulnerable she got around Niran. He knew she would never do anything like that, she was just embarrassed deep down. “I shall make tea and get our clothes in the dishwasher, why don’t you put on something on the TV while I go?” She handed him the controller and he nodded.

“Animal documentaries to cuddle to it is,” Niran smirked and started to browse the catalog of one of Moira’s subscriptions. Moira shook her head and left the room, feeling satisfied with the evening.

[whackacole3]

Arms of Understanding

Initially, Cole and Jamison only became friends because of their shared loss over their arms, but over time they grew closer together and began to form an incredible bond together.

[vthewriter1121]

Beyond the stars

Juno x Fem reader

Anthem for a seventeen year old (Chapter three)

I was ever so amazed, surrounded by the vastness of space within a giant inflatable dome that projected mesmerizing constellations and stars. Sitting beside me was my best friend, Juno, the only other girl in our fifth-grade class who shared my fascination with space. Her striking purple hair shimmered under the dim light, and her brown eyes were fixed intently on the image of the red planet displayed above us. As we sat in the cool interior of the dome during our summer camp, I couldn't help but wonder what captivated her about Mars.

"One day I'm gonna be an astronaut," Juno declared suddenly, turning to me with a determined gleam in her eyes.

"Then I’m gonna see the universe and everything." Her excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I lay on the gym floor, gazing up at the stars twinkling above us.

Leaning closer, Juno caught my attention, and suddenly, I found myself lost not in the stars but in her gaze. Her eyes seemed to reflect the very constellations we admired, and her long, radiant purple hair resembled a galaxy dotted with stars.

"What if you come with me, Y/N?" Juno asked, her voice filled with hopeful anticipation.

"Imagine if we could figure out how to live on another planet. Would you go?" Her question hung in the air, and I closed my eyes briefly, imagining the possibilities. Then, reaching a conclusion, I opened my eyes to find Juno still gazing up at Mars.

"I wouldn't know," I answered softly as Juno slowly turned to me.

"I have a good life here with the people I care about, especially with you. I like how things are, and I appreciate my life on Earth. Besides, what if something happens to that planet? Personally, I wouldn't want to be among the first to live on a planet that isn't Earth," I added thoughtfully .Juno slowly lay back next to me on the gym floor. Her eyes never left the simulated Martian landscape above us.

"Could it really be all that bad?" Juno mused softly, a thoughtful hum escaping her lips. "What if you get that chance and your well-being is okay? Wouldn't it be amazing to live among the stars? Take Mars, for example," she continued, pointing towards the distant red planet.

"The gravity is lighter, and we could live in pods that produce oxygen since the atmosphere there is gas." She let out a giggle. "And we could bounce around in spacesuits too!"

Her playful enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile at her excitement. Juno reached out and gently took my hand, and together, we lay there in the peaceful silence of the dome, contemplating the vastness of space and the possibilities it held for us.

"It does sound thrilling," I admitted, squeezing her hand in return. "Living on Mars would definitely be an adventure. Exploring new things , bouncing around in spacesuits, and discovering what life could be like beyond Earth—it's a tempting thought."

Juno grinned back at me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of determination and wonder. "We could be space rangers , Y/N," she said softly. "Imagine the discoveries we could make, the places we could explore."

As we lay there, hand in hand, looking up at the stars and envisioning a future, time seemed to stand still. Little did we know then that our dreams would lead us on different paths.

[Time Skip - Six Years Later]

The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm light across Juno's bedroom, where we now sat surrounded by textbooks and notes. The chatter of our conversation filled the air as we discussed the upcoming assignments due after winter break.

"Who the heck would assign work over break? It's so stupid!" Juno exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation.

I chuckled, flipping through the pages of my textbook. "I know, right? It feels like they're trying to sabotage our holidays."

Juno leaned back against her pillows, her purple hair spilling over the sheets as she sighed dramatically. "Well, at least we have each other to suffer through it," she said with a grin ,and I nodded in agreement.

"So, any plans for after graduation?" Juno asked, changing the subject as she started sketching on her homework.

I shrugged, pondering the question. "I'm still figuring that out. Maybe grad school or going to community college depending."

Juno nodded thoughtfully, her expression distant for a moment. "I've been thinking about applying to be the first person on Mars. For that one big company since they were looking for volunteers." she admitted quietly.

I felt myself freeze for a minute. As much as I felt proud of her, I wanted to tell her not to leave. All I could manage to muster out was.

“Oh....... really?”

Juno looked up from her sketch, her eyes searching mine. "Yeah," she said softly. "It's a huge opportunity, you know? To be part of something historic."

"Yeah, it definitely is," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside me.

Silence settled between us, punctuated only by the scratch of Juno's pencil on paper. The weight of her words hung in the air, and I struggled to find the right ones to say. Part of me wanted to encourage her dream, to see her reach for the stars as she always had. But another part of me feared the prospect of her leaving, I felt this gut-wrenching ache in my belly ,and the feeling was a feeling I'd never forget.

"Juno," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if something goes wrong? What if..." I trailed off, unable to voice the deepest fears that gripped my heart.

She set her pencil down and reached across the small distance between us, taking my hand in hers. I blushed slightly at the warmth of her touch, feeling a mix of comfort and apprehension swirling within me. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of my hand, a soothing gesture that spoke volumes of her understanding and empathy.

"I know it's scary," she said softly, her gaze unwavering. "But I've thought about this for a long time. I believe in the company, and I believe in myself."

Her voice was like a gentle caress, soothing yet stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within me. Juno's kindness and determination had always been constants in my life, but now, faced with the possibility of her leaving, I felt a weight settle in my chest. The thought of not being able to touch her, to talk, to laugh, to share moments with her for years, was almost unbearable.

She was my best friend, my confidante, the person who knew me better than anyone else. And yet, a few months ago, I had come to realize that I wanted her to be more than that. The fear of losing her had kept me from confessing my feelings, afraid that revealing them would jeopardize everything we had built together.

"If you are picked, promise me you will tell me," I said softly, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

Now, as she sat beside me, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of my thoughts, I couldn't help but cherish every moment we had. Even if it meant keeping the title of her best friend, I knew I would rather have that than nothing at all.

Juno scooted closer, wrapping me in a warm hug. Her embrace was reassuring, a silent promise of solidarity and understanding. "Of course, Y/N," she murmured against my shoulder. "I promise I'll tell you everything.”

[unactivewaspsfics]

The Junkers Asking you on a Date:

Junk Rat

He decided to ask you out in an.. Explosive way.

After asking you to visit him outside of Junkertown, he jumped unfront of you with a grin and detonation button.

Lights, dazzle, and as much charm as he could possibly muster.

That was his perfect way to ask you out.

Once the explosions happened, he jumped out of the smoke with a light up sign that asked, Will we go out on a date, mate?

You were overwhelmed by how outgoing the gesture was, you needed a second to process it.

At first he had thought he had blown out your ears, cause everything he asked about 'Is that a yes? no? a never wanna see me again?' didn't have a reply.

After a million questions he had asked, you had to say yes, after all the work he put in for that extravagant proposal to a date.

You later asked him how long it took to think of this way to ask you out, and how many explosive it took.

He only answered "Too long and too many to count-" with his iconic laugh after.

Road Hog

Roadhog had been waiting months to ask you to go on a date.

He decided to take this one more low-key, not overhwhelming or too underwhelming.

He wrote you a whole letter, added trickets, and a ring he was able to make out of Junkertown scraps.

All of those items were placed into a box, the same box he brought next time you decided to hang out.

You couldn't see it under his mask but he had a nervous look as he handed you the box, saying "I've been waiting a while to give you this".

When you opened it, joy overwhelmed you, reading the note make your heart melt.

You gave him a hug after putting on the ring, nodding you head as you agreed to go on a date with him.

You told him after that you would cherish everything he made, and how happy you were that he never got out of his comfort zone to ask you out.

Junker Queen

(My wife <3)

The Junker Queen, although as much as she loves being in the spot light, wanted to ask you on a date in private.

She had decided to ask you on top of her palace in Junkertown.

She had written down what she wanted to say before asking you to meet on top of her palace.

Untimely when it came time for her to ask you about going on a date,it wasn't how she planned.

Her heart beat rose, sweat filling her palms, as she forget everything she practiced.

"Eh- Will you.. go monitor my town- the shops.. with your Queen?" is what she ended up saying.

You laughed, never seeing her as nervous as right now, and accepted her invite.

The Junker Queen seemed extremely happy by your answer, drying off her hands and lifting you up into her arms with a victorious laugh.

Afterwards you started to make fun of how she asked you on a date, in return she rolled her eyes and threatened to kick you out of town.

[ovomoy]

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bastion & Ganymede (Overwatch), Bastion & Torbjörn Lindholm Characters: Bastion (Overwatch), Ganymede (Overwatch), Torbjörn Lindholm Additional Tags: author still doesn't know how to tag this series, No beta we die like mne, Ganymede is a good friend, Language Barrier, Torbjorn tries his best, Bastion just wants to make friends, Author Is Sleep Deprived Series: Part 5 of Something Old, Something New Summary:

After their meeting, Bastion and Torbjorn try to make sense of each other.

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Haven’t been posting about these little fics I have been writing on the side. So here it is, this thing exists.

[vitupera]

Your mileage may vary, but personally, I'd read the phonebook if @sidhebeingbrand wrote it, and her Mandalorian section is not vast but I find every story absolutely precious

Haven't found any mandalorian fic that I enjoy.

Filter out all the reader/yn/female oc fic and you've already culled so much.

But even after that, I'm just not getting much. There's a weird fanon that has so much fic sprinkling mandalorian words through the work, even though there's nothing like that in canon.

And it makes any dialogue lose coherence and connection to the characters. It doesn't sound like them speaking. It's awkward and stilted.

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

hi i’m like really new to the fandom and am obsessed with roadrat and specifically junkrat, do you have any fanfic/author or artist recommendations 👉👈

Sure! I mostly only know artists, I don't read a ton of fanfiction. Some roadrat/junkrat artists I know of are:

@/nudziarino

@/wachtelspinat

@/mefjeff

@/parasitecompany (tho I don't think they draw much ovw anymore)

@/renelie (multiship)

@/transjunkrat (multiship, mainly boombox)

Also I recommend just using the search bar on tumblr & browsing the roadrat and junkrat tags! There's a lot of stuff from over the years, and if you wanna see the artists that are still active you can organize it by "latest." (sorry kinda self-explanatory tbh but this is what i do when i wanna see new art and stuff)

For fics, I'm not as familiar with the authors & who's still active... I don't have a huge attention span for reading and tbh I mostly read 18+ fic if I read fic at all so idk what to recommend dkfnjsdfndsn;; In particular I really liked "A place to stand." by Orphan on AO3, tho. (has some explicit scenes but not necessarily the only focus)

hope this helps!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: When a mission to take out a Talon stronghold goes wrong, Soldier 76 finds himself at the mercy of the Angel of Death.

Author: @w4nderingstarfanfics

[dearbisexual]

so um. i wrote a sombra ovw x reader fanfic once. it came to me in a vision. and by that i mean i imagined it very vividly and clearly before going to sleep and wrote it instead of like. sleeping. i did not finish this fanfiction. and ppl will sometimes hound me to finish it and i will get emails about it and i think that's kind of funny

i wrote it before ovw 2 came out and after i had stopped playing the first one. and in all honesty i don't know what the current um lore situation is so i feel weird when i try to approach the writing again. anyway

[valeffelees]

This is kind of weird to send but you're like the only person I'm following rn who posts overwatch stuff so - me and my friend have been talking for months about making a roleplay server for it. Like we've got a whole plot (more or less) for it and we've got a lot of the details hammered out... the problem is I don't know if I trust the fandom. I remember how it was Back In The Day, but I dunno what it's like now. I doubt it's much better, though. I'm not even sure there's interest in a rp server...

I dunno. I just wanted to tell this to someone that might understand my situation a bit. Have a good day/night, mutual

i don't think this is a weird thing to send at all, i love it when people just swing by to hang out for a bit.

i wish i could give you some type of fandom-oldie-insight into the ovw sphere, but i'm pretty detached from the community side of things these days, my only interaction w the fandom is reblogging fanart and foaming at the mouth over my buddy's fanfic.

i think the thing to remember tho is that while the fandom could be both pretty toxic and weird as shit back in the day, there were a lot of people who were cool as fuck and just chilling, too, and that def hasn't gone away.

plus, roleplay servers are dope.