#ovw fics

[kiwi-on-ice]

Fluffy ashe head-cannons👁️👁️(fem reader por favor)

First date headcannons with Ashe, Kiriko, Sombra and Mercy with fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Just fluff really, Sombra's is a little suggestive but nothing overt. prefer boys? check here.

Notes: was originally just going to just do Ashe first date headcannons but it got me thinking about some of the other girls.

Ashe:

She's most likely the one who's asked you out. After realising that you care about her more than just physically, she'd want to prove to you how dedicated she can be. While she's very emotionally closed off, she really wants to push herself to treat you how she knows a pretty girl like you should be treated.

Don't be surprised if you find sent to your door a surprisingly large stack of cash with a note attached telling you to buy yourself something nice to wear for the date.

She's been around wealth all her life, with most of the romance she'd been told about being flashy spending. So she'll take you to a fancy high end restaurant for dinner.

She'd be a 'gentleman', pulling your chair out for you, holding doors for you, leading you with a hand on the small of your back gently.

Flirting with you comes quite easily to her, but it hides something deeper. How she's caught off guard by how much her chest feels fuzzy when you laugh at something she says, or how she almost feels lightheaded when you brush against her as you two walk. Despite how confident she appears, she's worrying about coming off as too forward physically with something as simple as holding your hand.

If you hold hers first, she'll feel the tension leave her shoulders.

Don't bother asking to split the bill, she won't let you. She's paying.

She'll take you home, giving you a kiss on the cheek at the door. She's happy to leave it there, but her self restraint disappears if you ask if she wants to come inside.

Pulling your chair out, she gives you a smile as you sit down before walking around and taking a seat herself. Her red eyes look you up and down appreciatively, the smooth rhythm of the piano player in the room setting quite the romantic atmosphere.

"Well well, don't you look like the belle of the ball, huh?" she says smoothly, reveling in your slightly flustered reaction as you glance down to look at the menu.

"Anythin' you want sugar, it's all on me." she affirms, and smirks a little when you try and protest. "I insist."

Kiriko:

Get ready for a FUN date

She's pretty confident, so don't be surprised if she's the one who asked you out with a charming smile.

Wants a date with activities, so she'll invite you to an arcade with a bowling alley. Pretty cheesy, sure, but she's excited so that's what matters.

She's absolutely gonna beat your ass at bowling, it isn't even fair. She's also quite competitive, so she'll definitely playfully tease you about losing. Sticking her tongue out at you, whooping and cheering etc.

The arcade though...that's a different story. She's surprisingly not the best at video games, which means you have the opportunity to one up her. Still, she's just as giggly even when she's losing.

She'll ask you loads of questions, wanting to find out as much about you as possible, especially in the downtime between games.

Her way of flirting while on the date is to make up silly games for you two to play. Winner of the next arcade machine has to give the other a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, her performance gets suspiciously worse.

Afterwards, she doesn't really want the night to end. She might offer the idea of going for drinks, or perhaps going back to her place. She makes it clear she doesn't expect anything, she'll even sleep on the sofa if you want to turn the night into a sleepover!

Strike!

Comes the loud speaker as Kiriko scores another perfect ten in bowling. She jumps up and down and laughs, before turning to you with a wink.

"Think you can still beat me?" she teases, causing you to scoff playfully.

"You bet."

"Try it babe." she challenges, getting closer to you. She leans in, and your breath catches, before she reaches behind you and grabs a bowling ball. Handing it to you with a smirk, she can't wait to keep winning against you (and make you blush more in the process).

Sombra:

Olivia is pretty laid back, so she'll ask you out quite casually; she might even do it over text, with a few winky face emojis.

Most likely to suggest getting drinks, going to some sort of themed bar. If you don't drink, she'll make sure to look into bars that have good mocktail options for you.

Will offer to pick you up and take you, and when you go outside she'll be waiting on her motorcycle with a grin.

Was it all an excuse so she can feel your hands around her waist clinging on to her as she speeds through the city? Maybe.

While there, she's on full analyze mode. She tests your reactions to things she says/does/calls you, collecting all the data on what you seem to like and not like. But she's so smooth and easy going, you won't even realise what she's doing.

She'll ask you lots of questions about yourself, smiling and seeming interested as you speak. The truth is, she knows pretty much everything about you from hacking your various devices, but she still loves hearing it all from your lips.

Like Ashe, she'll insist on paying for your drinks. It's not like she can't afford it after all.

She's pretty touchy, but not in a pervy way. When she compliments you, she'll play with a strand of your hair or trace small circles on the back of your hand.

She'll also hack your music apps and see the type of music you like, so she can hack the speaker in the bar and occasionally play a song she knows you like.

Afterwards, she'll smoothly suggest going back to hers. She won't be offended if you say no, but she can't deny the rush it gives her if you say yes.

"That's fascinating conejita." Sombra says, having listened to you speak about your friends and family. Barely repressing a smirk, she watches your facial expression as you react to her nickname. So you like her calling you things in Spanish...that information is useful.

"So what else, any pets?" she asks, and as you speak she gently brushes her foot against your ankle. You stumble over your words a little as she smiles innocently. Oh she's going to have fun with you...

Mercy:

She's quite a traditional woman, so most likely she'll take you for dinner.

It might be late though, having to stay after hours at work causing her to push back the date and time. She feels awful, no matter how much you reassure her that you understand.

When she arrives at your home, she'll have a bouquet of red roses in her hands as an apology.

She's sweet the whole time, preferring to ask you questions rather than the other way round. She'd rather not talk about work, wanting to switch off and relax.

Definitely the type to order a nice bottle of wine for you both.

Also definitely the type to suggest you both share a dessert, she thinks it's very cute and intimate. Might even playfully offer a spoonful for you to bite.

Will gently hold your hand across the table, but apart from that she isn't particularly touchy that early on.

Absolutely will offer to pay, but also won't mind if you insist on splitting the bill.

Afterwards, she'll take you home but most likely won't come inside. But she will give you a kiss on the cheek that you swear you can feel linger for hours.

As the plates are taken away, Angela smiles softly before glancing at the dessert menu.

"Do you have a sweet tooth darling?" she asks, as you both look at the selection of delicacies. Her eyes trace over the choices, before another smile tugs at her features.

"How about we share one?" she offers, and the image that pops in your head of her feeding you dessert makes your head nod before your brain could even hope to catch up.

[hyperfixated-homo]

Cellmates Chapter 1

Summary:

Hanzo Shimada. Japanese. Forty seven years old. Ex-yakuza boss, and one of the most infamous and deadly assassins known to the criminal underworld.

This information registers as soon as he enters the cell, face recognition software pulling more intel from databases that Ramattra has long since broken into. Even without any of it, Ramattra would have known who he was looking at. There were only so many people that Talon thought of as "dangerous", and there were even less that they considered potential allies.

"How interesting. You are not what I expected."

Hanzo does not look at him. Ramattra did not expect any less, and yet he still somehow feels disrespected.

Ramattra and Hanzo get to know each other. They stay on the opposite sides of cell bars, until they don't

Note: This pairing is unbearably rare and this fandom is very dead but we persevere. I swear to god I will fill the Ramzo tag on ao3 EVEN IF IM THE ONLY ONE TO CONTRIBUTE. GOD.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62396011/chapters/159665287

[c1trvswurld]

Hanzo is such an interesting character to headcannon for.

...

I like to imagine that while he doesn't hate his father he doesn't have the most solid relationship with him, especially after he passed so much things were left in the air, arguments never resolved, sorries never given and in some weird way he both resents him yet begs for his presence one last time. This is even more amplified because of his mother.

Id feel like hanzo would adore his mother and even though she had very enabling behaviors towards her husband, because of how harshly his father treated him (for being the eldest) , he still sees her as this holier than thou martyr. A woman whose done no wrong in her short life time which is infactually untrue because not only was she human but a heavily flawed one.

And I'd imagine that'd cause a heavy rift with genji since while he is the baby of the family he was still unbiased enough to see that both their mother and father were messed up and neglectful in their own ways.

Hanzo would def have a very complex relationship with his masculinity. Often being discouraged from being emotional or soft because of his dad grooming him to become a leader. His father would have criticized his mistakes by comparing him to his mother. "Like mother like son" would have been hanzos dad favorite insult. This causing him to see the feminine and maternal as both something he yearns to experience without judgement yet spits on or looks down on anyone (especially other men) who are comfortable with it.

Which is also another reason why hanzo envied genji during his late teens and early 20s. How dare he not be regulated? How dare his father not criticize every mistake? How dare he be free and enjoy the feminine without judgment...

But in genjis eyes he's the forgotten child who didn't get invested in because from the start he was seen as lesser, weaker, younger.

And coming back to the fear of feminine for hanzo hed also would have a fear of the masculine. Every time there's a man who exudes more stone butch masculinity than him he feels so intimidated on the inside. There's an automatic reaction to prove himself to be the best in the room.

[rated-rko]

already 12k words into (and honestly nowhere near finished with) the last chapter of ribs but my 💆🏻‍♀️intuition💆🏻‍♀️ is telling me i will not be able to live with myself if this fic doesn’t incorporate a three way somehow :((((

[ovwechoes]

could you do a Lifeweaver (Niran Pruksamanee) one shot where gn!reader is under a lot of stress and ends up snapping at him despite him being supportive. Add as much angst as you can but a fluff ending 🩷

Forgiveness with Lifeweaver x Reader First post for flufftober - thank you for the request anon and it's under the cut, enjoy! Themes: established relationship, comfort and hurt, angst to fluff. Word count: 1298

It had only been an hour since you'd been back from a stressful, tiring day at work. Your mind was restlessly recounting the moments that made your heart twinge with anxiety, and it didn't help that Niran was already probing you for answers to your silence. He meant well, truly, and you knew he did. But something about how he could read through your responses and could see how you were hiding your feelings was making you more uneasy.

“Something's bothering you, I can tell.” Niran spoke, interrupting your thoughts and interjecting himself into your mind. His tone was gentle, yet stern and assertive. You were never like this with him, secretive and isolated into yourself. Niran was worried, concerned that he had done something to upset you, possibly, or that you were concealing something more harmful deep down. He didn't like to be forceful about it, but your previous responses weren't enough to settle his concerns for you.

“I'm alright. Stop asking me, Niran.” you blurted out, not expecting your words to come off as venomous as they had been. You regreted them already, expecting to have dealt a blow to Niran's heart with the harsh way your response fell from your lips.

Your eyes didn't leave the screen, and yet you could still see the forrowed brow on Niran's face hadn't left yet. He sat facing you, his back against your couch's arm rest, and his hands gently placed on his lap. His eyes were soft, yet his mouth was curled into a frown, as he studied your form and your own scrunched face. You couldn't bring yourself to talk about it, and still you didn't know how to tell your partner that this wasn't something you wanted to get into right now. Niran was a fixer, always wanting to get to the bottom of things and be there for you. And you could see that his next moves were being considered as he hummed low in return to your words.

Your mind was returning to the day, replaying the moments again whilst the TV chimmed in the background with studio applauses and bad jokes from the cast. You were too occupied to see that Niran had started to move forwards, reach towards you with a curled hand intending to brush against your cheek to bring you back to reality.

When you finally did, you couldn't stop yourself from swatting it away. You wanted to indulge, but you were too consumed by the stress to let yourself enjoy something, anything like that. Your body acted for you, pushing him away and refusing to give yourself the satisfaction of comfort from him like this, and you could see his distaste for this grow on his face.

“There is no need for that… I was just trying to help.” Niran muttered, as he shuffled in his seat with discomfort. Nothing could descibe the look of heartbreak that began to stain his face as you watched from the corner of his eye. With your anxiety peaking, you found yourself lacking the patience to reply to him calmly, letting your words slip from your lips without thinking twice of their impact.

“I didn't ask you to, so stop trying to fix everything.”

Your tone was harsh, bititng at Niran almost as you spoke them. Your frustrations were unbearable, and right now you needed peace. All you wanted was for him to let you isolate in silence, and yet he refused to take the hint. It was aggravating, and your expression revealed that completely to your stunned partner.

He didn't reply. He had no words for your anger. It was as though you had silenced him completely, refused to let him continue with that single, snapping sentance. You refused to meet his stare, but instead continued to watch in the corner of your eye as his discomfort grew, his eyes swelling with tears that Niran struggled to hold back. He wasn't used to your anger, the way your anxiety eats your heart of it's patience and ability to accept help. It shocked him and left him watching you silently, considering what he could do to silence his worries mentally.

After a while of silence filling the awkward space between the two of you, you felt yourself succumb to the guilt. Who wouldn't if they snapped at their partner and had to watch them sit with the sorrow beside you?

“I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about it is all. I just want to sit in silence.”

“It's okay, I understand my love. But please, let me help you even a little.”

“There's nothing you can do to change this, though, so I don't know what you could do right now besides leave me be.”

“Are you sure you want that?”

His last sentance lingered in your ears, leaving you silent as you felt yourself grow incapable of holding yourself together. Relying on him wasn't in the cards for tonight, you thought you could tough it out and leave his mind alone with your rants and rambles. But the way he asked this so softly, so kindly and so… genuinely - it made your heart stop for a moment and your eyes swell as his did before. The stress had built up too heavily, making your mind blur with guilt and anxiety now. All you could do was sit there, silent and stuck in your mind.

Niran had noticed your reluctance to reply, and the way your body shaked slightly in your seat with your hand beginning to tremble as it rested on the cushion laying in your lap. He respected your wishes, refusing to probe you further for answers that wouldn't make you any better. Watching you like this, struggling and being too stubborn to accept his help. It crumbled his heart, and he couldn't find the words to describe the pain he felt as you remained in this state.

Suddenly, you felt an arm hold your shoulder, before pulling you closer to your partner. You found yourself laying between his legs, head resting on his stomach as his hand stayed on you. Niran held you there, not tightly but enough to make sure you could feel his presence. With the tears starting to spill from your eyes, you couldn't stop yourself from burying your face into his shirt. Your body shifted against his, moving to become more comfortable with your arms wrapped around his torso. Niran's hands moved to your back, rubbing small circles into them and petting you carefully. You melted into his warmth, and let yourself crumble against him as you gave up holding back your stress.

Sobs flowed from you now, as you released your stress into him. No words were needed to explain how you felt, as Niran held you there carefully, never questioning you more. He listened softly to your muffled cries, letting you rest there as long as you needed until you were done. He didn't expect you to speak, and instead wanted you to use his body to comfort yourself. He can't fix everything, but he wanted you to know he would always be there for you, even if you had made his heart stop with your misfired anger.

Niran cooed gently against your sobs, reminding you he was here, it's okay and you'll be okay. His breath was shaky through his words, as he held back the heartbreak from watching you fall to pieces against him. As his shirt dampened from tears, he watched you begin to calm down against him. All he wanted to do was hold you here forever, keep you warm and gently lull you into a state of peace. Niran loved you, and you could feel that with every brush of his skin against your back.

[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

[euhemeria]

Hi this is drunk anon from the last night I am not that much hungover

You do not need to write a long reply at all I loved the cat picture thank you so much, I read your pics whenever I am down so I should really be the one saying thanks :))

I am So happy to hear you are still writing! I was worried maybe you didn't like it anymore or something had happened.. it feels that people can sometimes online not be very thoughtful and so people get discouraged 😔

im glad you werent too hungover!!!

im so glad theyre good to read when ur feeling down 😭💖 this is really the highest compliment u could give me. im so happy my writing can be there for u!!!!

its sweet of u to worry!! thankfully the overwhelming majority of comments ive received have been kind--but honestly even if they werent, a few really kind "this meant something to me" messages outweigh almost anything

& i am DEFINITELY still writing. tbh im never not writing (or at least thinking abt writing). i just havent been posting as much bc i havent had much time for editing and ive been writing kinda personal stuff which i dont necessarily want to explore in fic (or post to ao3, if it is in fic). BUT... one of my best friends and i have a biweekly writing support meeting where we mostly talk abt original writing... and i was lamenting the fact that i havent finished anything lately... so they assigned me to post fic in the next two wks to get me over it. which means im hopefully gonna upload smtg soon!

anyway this was really long but tl;dr THANK YOU and ur welcome to come off anon to say hi if ud like!

& cat tax

[nerdstreak]

AUUUUGH INVASION IS SO NICE IM SOAKING UP THE LORE AND READY FOR MORE

[evtoine]

life got wild and i haven't made much progress on my aloth/watcher fic BUT i'm still madly in love w him......

[kinaesthetiqueer]

important finds in my undergrad sketchbook :) lil vampire me is so cute 🥰🥰🥰 but also honey.

i haven't changed one goddamn bit.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I don’t know shit about overwatch. I am not in the over watch fandom I’m in the Junkrat fandom. Which is to say that I have an idea and k really want to write it!!! But I don’t know how. I want to write about Junkrat and Roadhog getting out of junkertown and the outskirts, getting safe and like getting better. Healthy diets, less explodey, no more radiation.

Do you really think Junkrat treats his wounds properly? Do you really think they have the stuff to treat them?

I would love to write it, but I don’t know exactly how it would happen? Why would the two even leave? Why would they ever agree to anything like that? I mean I feel like it would have something to do with Overwatch but idk, I don’t know anything about this fandom.

[hyperfixated-homo]

Cellmates Chapter 2

Chapter Summary:

It's been months since Ramattra's prisoner escaped, and Ramattra tries not to think about him any more. Unfortunately, getting captured by Overwatch gives him a little too much time with his thoughts- not just about Hanzo, but about the people he calls his "allies". It also gives Hanzo time to find him.

Note:

This chapter... ended up far longer than I was expecting it to. Like. Twice the length of the previous chapter. This was already the longest fic I've written but it is now almost four times the length of my previous longest! Which is crazy! Sometimes the crazy just takes over, huh.

I don't know exactly when the last chapter is going to come out but we'll see :)

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62396011/chapters/160921144

[night-dark-woods]

ID. digital art of moira adjusting her tie with a focused expression. she is wearing a dress shirt and is lit by warm yellow light. End ID.

my wife

[rated-rko]

September 4th 2002: OVW “Fall Brawl” — John Cena (appearing as Prototype, despite being known as John Cena on Smackdown at this point) interviewed by Jim Cornette with Sean O’Haire (his new one-day-manager) and Kenny Bolin of Bolin Services. (Bolin managed Prototype during his time in OVW and Prototype boasts about using Bolin to get his start on Smackdown and ‘taking a sucker for a ride’)

A beautifully detailed fan recount of the entire event

[ovomoy]

Chapter 10 is here! This one focuses on what some of the original characters (the story's villains) are up to. Idk, I don’t write about my fics here, but hope you give it a shot!✨ 

[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