#symmetra x zenyatta

[by-ag-mn]

Overwatch chaos # 3

P.s. i can't align pictures on a smartphone, although I used to do this, and not on a computer, but I'm already too lazy to sit down for it, so sorry

[blade-liger-4ever]

Okay, these are all pretty cute!

My overwatch OTP ^^ ♡♥♡♥

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Characters Love Languages P4

Sigma Words of Affirmation some days the universe is louder than others and he needs those comforting words to bring him back to earth. He loves to sing with his partner, info dump and chat for hours. He’s a very vocal partner and you need to be okay with that. To remind him he’s not broken, to help ground him when the universe is so much. Help and bring him back. And if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or advice, he will be there for you. 

Soldier 76 Acts of Service someone else who is not so good with the words and the feelings but in all the things he does for you, you can tell he cares deeply. The acts of service might seem completely unromantic to others but you know where his heart is and know that washing your car is just him saying he loves you.

Symmetra Quailty time Just be happy to be in her space with her. Either doing something together or just being around her while she works. She has certain habits she only lets you see. You are her safe person she doesn’t have to mask around and enjoys your company.

Venture Gift-giving They are a sucker for a small token of love. It can be anything! Literally, find a rock that reminds you of them and you have their heart. Venture will also do the same, always bringing home little bits and pieces from their trips. ‘Oh this cool shiny ancient stone? Shines like your eyes! Take it!’

Zenyatta Words of affirmation He will always be your biggest cheerleader and there to lift your spirits when you need it. He likes to express openly his thoughts and feelings and thinks there's nothing more intimate than knowing each other inside and out and being there for one another. He will say he loves you everyday and what a great job you are doing.

[dawnthefox24]

Lifeweaver ships names I have so far (part 3)

Lifeweaver ship name's I've got based on how cute I think the names are, This is part 3 of the ship names that I like. <3

1. Rammatra x Lifeweaver (RamWeaver)

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2. Zenyatta x Lifeweaver (Floral Orbs/ZenWeaver)

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3. Ashe x Lifeweaver (AsheTree/Asheweaver)

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4. Mercy x Lifeweaver (AngelVines/AngelicFlowers)

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5. Roadhog x Lifeweaver (Hogweaver/Roadweaver)

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6. Echo x Lifeweaver ( EchoBlooms)

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7. Symmetra x Lifeweaver ( Floral Symmetry/Symmetrical flowers)

[beesgnise]

i’ve been put into an overwatch era so here’s my oc that i’m revamping! please feel free to ask any questions or critique anything :) backstory and story coming next!

zarifa hilolova

overwatch oc

support

overwatch name: sehr

backstory: a paleontologist that discovered a warehouse hidden beneath a mile of dirt. upon finding a way in through a long cave system, she found a left behind armory, covered floor to ceiling with scattered blueprints and weaponry. she picked up one of the blueprints- there was no port for gas or any oil. multiple solar panels were on all of the artillery- could they really be powered by the sun?

zarifa brainstorming:

how is she a support? how does her attack work?

-her weapon, a simple light blaster, is filled with mirrors and lenses, able to amplify any form of light, especially the sun, into a deadly beam. her healing does not work through her weapon, though she can still use it at the time of healing (with slowed attack speed).

her healing can either be a close range ability that can heal up to two nearby allies, and its intensity increases due to the number of Light Particles she currently holds. Light Particles are obtained through her standard attack. the maximum number is three, which will fully heal one ally and heal another for half of their hp, regardless of character. her ultimate is a burst heal, much like zenyatta’s, with beams similar to mercy’s ultimate, but for a shorter duration and with more limited movement. a beam of light flows from her to each of her teammates and progressively heals them, decreasing with distance. during this period of time, zarifa’s attack is slightly increased, and the generation speed of Light Particles increases, though they cannot be used until her ultimate is over.

how does this all work?

through her repeated experimentation with vishkar’s tech and assistance from a friend, zarifa implanted a number of altered solar chips in her skin. said chips would react with the weapons, and solar power gathered from one could charge the other further (see: Light Particles). the implants are in her left cheekbone, right wrist, and at the top of both of her shoulders. due to the process used for putting them in and the occasional overheating, all areas are scarred and marked by a small raised pink square. due to the chips absorbing and transmitting solar energy, those areas tend to be warmer, and overheating of any for any duration of time could be lethal. small chips, along with a larger, central command implant in her chest, allow for zarifa to conduct solar energy and power, and thus power her healing and blaster.

what about her demeanor?

zarifa prides herself strongly on her work, but also on the saying to ‘love life, because what else is there?’. though she may seem off putting at first, especially when absorbed into a project for days on end, zarifa enjoys simpler things such as tinkering with a broken remote, or befriending a cat on the base. though she holds herself strongly in battle and training, she does not like to think that she is intimidating.

how does she fare with others?

she believes that respect should be earned, and not freely given. though she respects all members of overwatch, should they do anything to break it, she isn’t above failing to repair a personal belonging or triggering the fire alarm in their quarters only. her trust is not easy to earn- given her line of work, that is to be expected, but after she was nearly manipulated into imprisonment, zarifa rarely works outside of her quarters. unless special equipment is required, she refuses to let anyone see her working out of fear that they’ll take it back from her again—

and after the threat that had been made- that they’d rip her command chip straight out of her chest. she has protected her work with her life, and refuses to let it be taken from her, whether it be by physical means or by making her reveal how she makes it work.

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(First Kiss Edition!)

(Not my picture!)

(I thought this song was perfect for this, I remember watching this in the movie theaters way back when, loved it and still do. The first time I saw a representation of some of my culture on that scale, such an underrated movie.)

- In any situation you guys are in, working together or having two different jobs? I don’t think it’d be a surprise when I say the first kiss happens very early into the relationship and they’re the one to initiate it.

- No coaxing or dancing around the subject, you’re getting kissed like three days into the relationship tops.

- If you guys work for Overwatch together, and y’all won a particularly rough mission after going back and forth with the enemy, emotions are high as the celebration of the triumph proceeds.

- It happens so suddenly, like you’re next to Venture, happy as a clam after putting your all into your fighting. Then, out of nowhere, you’re getting grabbed and pulled into a sudden and passionate kiss that leaves you stunned and flushed, silent as a church mouse when they pull away.

- You know that one scene in ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ Where Roger kisses Detective Valiant as if his life depended on it? It’s along the lines of something like that.

- You probably said something like, “I could kiss you right now!” After they saved you from getting pulverized and in their mind they went “Bet”.

- Trust me, they’re also kind of surprised that they actually did it—

- Time freezes for a moment as y’all kissed cause the team to go silent before an uproar from the particularly positive teammates�� Causing even more cheering, especially if you have someone like Reinhardt on the team, he’d hype you guys up so much.

- That or if you guys are archeologists or simply have different jobs from one another it’s more private and Sloane can try to convince you that it was on purpose. But in Overwatch? Fuck no lol.

- The whole roster was like 80% sure you guys were a thing, but that went up 1000% when Sloane kissed you as if they needed it to breathe.

- Spreads like wildfire and by the end of the day everyone knows you guys are a couple, and a rather cute one on top of that.

- At least you guys don’t have to tell everyone that you’re a thing now.

- It makes Venture a little sad. They were planning something big to announce it cause they felt like it needed to be as special as they think your guys’s relationship is. They were biting back the urge to brag about it for 72 hours (the longest time they’ve ever kept something like that to themselves besides their feelings before you guys were a thing), all for naught.

- Reassure them it isn't a big deal and that if they look at it from a different perspective, the first kiss was a great way of doing it.

- They’ll spring back up when you say that, saying something like “Oh I planned to do it like that anyways!”

- You know, like a liar.

- Besides that little hiccup, it was a great first kiss, they wouldn't have it any other way.

- As one might expect, everyone has different views on the matter, with the positive ones that are like “Aweee look at them go!” And think it’s cute: (Ana, D.Va, Junkrat; a mix between neutral but more positive nonetheless, Kiriko, Lucio, Lifeweaver, Illari, Mei, Mercy, Reinhardt, Sigma; same as Junkrat)

- Neutral, like, “Oh, cool, congrats Ig”: (Brigitte; a bit more positive but still neutral, Baptiste, Bastion, Cassidy, Echo, Genji, Hanzo, Junker Queen, Orisa, Symmetra, Torbjorn, Solider 76, Roadhog, Sombra, Sojourn, Winston, Zarya, and Zenyatta: same as Brigitte but a bit more happy)

- Then the negative, the “I don’t need to know about about that you keep that to yourself”: (Ashe, Doomfist, Moira; sassy about it, Mauga; He’s like an annoying older brother that is constantly trying to embarrass their younger sibling— That sibling rivalry between him and Venture is wildddd, Reaper, Ramattra; a bit more neutral, Wrecking Ball; Blunt and mean about it too lmao, Widowmaker; graduated with her master’s degree in the art of being a hater).

(FINALLY! On the last scheduled headcanon post! Yippeee! Hopefully I’ll now be able to get some requests from y’all now that I’m done with this last one!)

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Overwatch 2 Masterlist

Ana

None yet!

Ashe

None yet

Baptiste

None yet

Brigitte

None yet

Cassidy

"Leave.” Cole Cassidy x reader angst

“Into the Void” YeeHan angst/fluff

D.va

None yet

Doomfist

None yet

Echo

None yet

Genji

None yet

Hanzo

“Into the Void” YeeHan angst/fluff

Junker Queen

Junker Queen general relationship/parenting headcannons!

Junker Queen x reader with an ED

Eating her out (NSFW!)

“Rock hard On” NSFW

“You’re Losing Me” (Angst)

“Come Sit”

“Girl Crush” (Angst)

“Such Small Hands” 

“Rough Morning”

Junkrat

Partner in Crime (Part two to this)

Kiriko

None yet

Lucio

Lucio with a male new recruit reader

Lifeweaver

Making him laugh

Mei

None yet

Mercy

None yet

Moira

None yet

Pharah

None yet

Ramattra

Holding Reader’s Hand (Fluff)

Reaper

None yet

Reinhardt

None yet

Roadhog

None yet

Sigma

None yet

Sojourn

None yet

Soldier: 76

"What’s wrong?” Dad!soldier76 x child!reader

“Bad Feelings Before Dinner” Dad!Soldier76 x child!reader

Sombra

None yet

Symmetra

None yet

Tracer

None yet

Widowmaker

None yet

Zenyatta

None yet

Zarya

None yet

[symmyatta]

I drew it and my friend colored it. I have a hard time coloring metal.

[jizzandpissandshitandcum]

https://youtu.be/yAqb0Kif9Eo

just watch

[1-800-inamorata]

Requests, please!

Yooo!! This yandere Overwatch blog is in business! Send me some of your requests to get it started! I’ll be posting my own fics on here, as well as taking requests and yelling about Overwatch league matches.

[by-ag-mn]

[zenyattayatta]

Could I request scenarios about zenyatta,Ana and, symmetra first meeting their (future) s/o? Thank you!

First Meeting

A/N: Zenyatta’s touches a bit on his spiritual side. The way he’s able to sense chaos and peace type of deal. 

Ana’s is pre-fall. 

Symmetra’s follows up a bit on her official comic.

Anyhow this came out longer than intended. 

Zenyatta 

The Festival was rather an interesting choice for a missionlocation, Zenyatta pondered.

The mission, as he recalled, was to find a famed recruitWinston had ordered for them to collect. Although, they had respondedpositively to rejoining the new Overwatch, they’ve made it a point to be asslippery as they could in returning. A trait Tracer and Winston both accusedthem of being, even from the years when they worked by their side. With that inmind, he could see why they chose this of all places to have them runningaround -it was bustling and filled with people and omnics alike. Tracer had describedit similarly to finding a needle in haystack upon arriving. That is until helost her within crowd.

The Monk looks around precariously. His eyes scan the crowdsunsure exactly of who is looking seeing as his teammate bolted much too excitedto find them. He decides to wander around rather aimlessly until Tracer alertshim with any activity she wishes for him to inspect.

He finds the main square, booths and musicians surroundingthe outer center as people walk around. However, the area of the middle is leftfor those that wish to dance along to the bands playing. The melody is sweetand cheerful. An array of people twirling and enjoying themselves to the beatof the music.

That is, until his eyes find you.

Zenyatta catching himself absolutely enchanted with how yourbody moves and sways in sync to the beat. The twist of your wrist to the swingof your hips has him enthralled with how captivating you are. His staring seemsto have caught your attention. The smile you give him with the dust of blush hashis fan stuttering. The music is in full swing, cheerful tunes almost drowningout what you request of him.

“Would you like to dance with me?”

Zenyatta hesitates. He knows the mission prioritizes firstbut something about you has him reeling. He feels a stutter in his systems,almost “breathless” as his companionswould put it. Yet, when you lean in and look at him deeply, do his systemsscream and whirl at having you so close. His senses feel they’ll catch fire asthey vibrate with excitement. There’s something about you, he senses -knows-, that is different.

“Forgive me.” He ushers, his tone spoken in sympathy. “I’mnot a good dancer.” Nonetheless, he takes your hand. You guide him towards thecrowd of people and stop when you find a good spot free of being collided into.

His feet feel foreign to him as he places them down to touchthe ground. However, when your hands stake his, does a sensation of calmpreside over him.  A metal one is placedat the curve of your back while the other tangles with your fingers. Yououtstretch the arm that holds his hand and begin.

“Don’t worry.” You assure him. “Let me lead you.” He feelsthere’s more meaning to your words but can’t find where it may be placed. Youusher words of encouragement every time he looks down to see if he has hisfooting correctly. Eventually, he gets the gist of it. You two gliding to themusic the band plays as the night goes on.

It’s refreshing, Zenyatta notes, to dance as if the world isgone and only the music is left to play. He holds you with a gentle grasp. Inpartial fear that his metal parts will accidently clasp or pinch at you.  Though, by the smile you gift him every timeyour eyes meet, he begins to sense more at ease with you.

There’s a moment when he feels particularly brave – his armsextending as he guides you to into a twirl. The omnic watching as youmove along so gracefully before he pulls you back into his chest. And there itis again, the grin so bright it outdoes that of the iris. The pull becomesstronger, your face nearing his and his mirrors in return. You’re a breathlessmoment away, just a fraction of a second that makes Zenyatta feel like he’s intorment.

However, there’s a spark of blue in your peripheral visionthat cuts your moment short. It bounces and flashes through the crowds ofpeople rather inquisitively. A chuckle escapes your lips as you pull awayleaving the Omnic rather confused. Sadly, it seems it’s time to slip away oncemore.

“Do forgive me.” A warm hand embraces the metal of his cheekbefore drawing him near. “I love a good chase.” You bring him close, the monkneither pulling or pushing you away. His hands yet resting on your hips withregards to proper gentility. For a moment, you contemplate ending it here, returningwith them to the recall but disregard the thought soon after. Where’s the funin that?

You kiss the middle of his nose rather softly. Yet, the feel makes theomnic feel as if he’ll burst to pieces right before you. He leans into it, butyou pull back soon after. “We’ll meet again soon, my dear monk.” You wink. “Tillthen, follow my lead.”

In a flash, Tracer is at his side breathless and sweaty. Thebrunette winded for a moment before offering him a smile. Yet, it falls whenshe notices how he looks around rather confused.

“You alright there, love?” She asks brushing the back of herpalm over her sweaty forehead.

Zenyatta remains pensive. Amazed at how you’ve managed todisappear before him, the only trace left being his overheated systems. Hemulls over his words for a moment before something catches his attentionbetween the rally of people. A warmth spreads over him as the figure meltswithin the outskirts of the festival.

“Follow my lead.”

The monk chuckles. “Ah, yes.” He turns his headtowards the time traveler. Excitement brews in his systems as the thought ofseeing you again. “Although, I do believe I’ve found the agent we’re lookingfor.”

Ana Amari

If there was one thing Ana Amari knew is that was she wasgoing to give Jesse McCree the hardest time of his life for losing herdaughter. Fareeha was energetic, she understood that better than anyone, buthow she had managed to escape the watchful eye of McCree was beyond her.

“He fell asleep.” Reyes remarked as a nervous McCreeshuffles behind him. Ana tosses him a disappointed look, sucking her teeth asshe looks back to Reyes.

“Of course, he did.” She crosses her arms and huffs. Thebase was a safe place, she concluded, Fareeha couldn’t have gotten far. Reyes clapsMcCree on his back rather hard, the young boy stumbling at the sudden motion.

“I’ll leave him in your hands.” He nudges for McCree to move towards Ana. “I have a meeting to attend but if McCree here has time to takenaps, he can easily assist you in finding the little champ.”

“It’s the least I can do, Ma’am.” The cowboy mutters underthe Captain’s gaze. The Amari gives him a pointed look before motioning him to followher. She recalls a few of her daughter’s favorite spots to linger and hopes , in their search, they find her there.   

The search reaches close to two hours before Ana’s patience as aworried mother begins to be tested. She’s pacing as the young cowboy strugglesto keep up with her pace. For every location she recalled, everyone has stated to not seen the playful child. After the fifth location and a furstrated sigh, McCree opts for some of the locations in which he and Fareeha usually linger at.

“We play a couple times around here, Ma’am.” Jesse motions tothe breakroom’s gardens as he holds the door open for her. She walks past withease and immediately goes to scan the area vigilantly. A few of the recruits recognizeher rather quickly, jumping to their feet in order to salute the high-rankingofficer. She bids them a small nod but gives her attention back to the matterat hand.

“This way, Captin’” McCree steps past her as he beckons herto follow to a more greener area.

There’s a stifled yawn followed by muttering that calls theattention of both seekers.

A young Fareeha Amari sits comfortably on your lap, yourarms holding her as you relax under a shaded bench. You speak low yet feverishly abouta tale as the younger girl holds your thumb in her hand tightly. She attemptsto blink away the sleepiness of her eyes, yet it refuses to leave. “Tell me theone…about Anubis…again…” Her head bobs slightly, you’re freehand immediately movingit to rest on the crook of your chest and collar. She leans rather contently,gripping your thumb a bit tighter before snuggling against you.

“How about you rest up, sleepyhead.” A light rumble of laughterresonates as Fareeha pouts rather sluggishly. Though, she makes no complaint as her breathing slows and she nods off into a content nap. You leanback onto the bench, thankful to have a moment of rest as well. Ana watches you for a moment rather amazed at how relaxed her daughter is in the arms of the stranger. 

Your free hand combs the stray strands of  Fareeha’s hair while the other remains held in the sleeping child’s grip. It warms Ana’s heart to see her well taken care of yet, as a mother, concern still washes over sinceyou are unknown to her.

“Do you have a reason as to why you’re holding my child?”The voice is calm yet stern. You turn in at the question and none other thanCaptain Ana Amari stares you down with a curious yet intimidating glint.

The cowboy steps in, placing his hand over the sniper’sshoulder. “They’re one of Blackwatch.” McCree explains. “Good person, worksmissions’ intelligence with Reyes and I most of the times.” Ana’s shoulder easeat the words, her eyes reading the last name embroidered under the Blackwatchpatch of your sleeve.

“Forgive me, I’m veryprotective of my daughter.” She motions to grab the young girl from your arms. Yougive her warm smile while awkwardly attempting to stand careful enough not towake her up. Briefly, your hand grazes hers as you pass Fareeha into her arms.There’s a spark that catches the two you off guard, a lingering touch thatfeels like a millennium but only lasts a second. The sniper clears her throat asshe shakes off the sudden thump of her chest. “I hope she wasn’t any trouble.”

“Not at all.” You bid her a chaste grin, drawing back yourhand with a tweak of your brows. “She was very polite and lively. She had me upand down the base for a good while.” A mutual chuckle is shared between the twoof you when Fareeha mumbles at the movement. The child’s face furrowing inobvious displeasure at the possibility of being awoken “Though, it tuckered herout pretty fast.”

Ana grins, the sight setting a quickening beat of yourheart. “That’s good to hear. I’m happy she found herself to be in good hands.Thank you.”

“Of course, Captain Amari.” You dip your head in respect.The way you address her has a chill running down her spine. She returns thegesture with a warm expression before excusing herself.

Only now do you remember your manners when speaking to ahigher official. However, something daring overtakes you. Maybe the feeling ofseeing the Captain smile once more or thought of being the reason behind itfuels your courage. Before she can leave, you call for her attention.  “If you ever need someone to watch over littleFareeha just let Reyes know. I’ll happy keep take care of her.”

She pauses in thought. A lovely grin pulling at her face whenshe opens her mouth to reply. “I will…definitely keep you in mind.” She lingersmomentarily before walking back to where they had appeared from.  

There’s silence as Jesse takes his place at your side. Bothof you watching as the elder woman walks off, a flutter of her cape given bythe breeze of the outdoors. The man clears his throat curtly before smirking.

“You like her.” He sings.

You snort, ignoring the blush of your cheeks as it is the furthest thing fromyour mind. “And you lost her daughter. I can think of which one of us has itworse than the other, Jesse.”

The color of his face pales at the remind and you take thatas your queue to leave.

Symmetra

Rallies were a usual occurrence outside Vishkar facilities.

Protestors leaning over the set barriers, posters and armsraised in the air as they chant their hymns. However, this time it had gottenbad. There had been a leak in the system, information stating the faultyinformation given to its operations. She had, as well, been surprised to someextent. Though, the incident upon Calado had already given her suspicions. Thenews had upset many. People, celebrities, rival and friendly corporations pouringin to add their two cents.

She looked to the crowd, eyes peering at the assemble ofpeople. Her eyes land on a stranger she’s never seen before watching herintently. They stand apart, mouth silent and clothing rather heavy for thistime of day. For moment, she watches you. Only looking away to swipe her ID asshe signs out for the day. Pointily, she her gaze returns to the crowd, yourfigure is no longer there.

She tells herself not to dwell on it. Exiting the front doorswith straight face and mental shield prepared at what they might do. Immediately,there are protestors who look to her. Faces twisting in anger as she walks downthe steps of the building and onto the streets with no interest to them. Theybegin to yell remarks, screaming louder as she walks by them. They do little tofaze her. The crowd forming a circle as she walks on through.

It’s only when someone trips her, does she falter. Hermental preparedness is thrown out the window as the flurry of colors and noisesbegin to invade her space. People move to get close, her world closing in asthey do so. She recognized the beginnings of a sensory overload as breath growsshort.

Suddenly, Symmetra feels the motion of someone gripping ather arm. There’s a strong tug that pulls her towards the person. Her faceremains passive but she can feel the where her heart beats loudly. Quickly, shemoves to pull away looking at whose grabbed her with fear in her eyes.

It’s you. Shethinks, recognizing your stare from earlier. You held her gaze, anundistinguishable emotion hidden behind them. She is hypnotized yet terrifiedall at once. “Follow me.” She makes out what you say by reading your lips asit’s much too loud to hear even herself. However, before she can respond, youmoved to cover her face with your jacket. The protest is in full effect.Exceptionally rowdy, people yelling and thrashing as the police stand at theready to disperse any violence should it occur. Symmetra, although weary ofyou, stays at your side as you guided her through the hoard with littledifficulty.

You lead her far off -till the yelling is at a respectabledistance and where protesters cannot see the image of her uniform. Gently, youremove your jacket from her head as she turns to face you.

“Are you alright?” You ask, placing the jacket back on. “Isaw how sensitized the situation made you and for your safety wanted to removeyou from it.  It was brave of you to walkpast them in your Vishkar uniform.”

She takes a few breaths to calm herself -to relax at herstill beating heart. “It is typical of them to scream at me. However unsightlyit may be, I’ve come to ignore it.” She hums closing her eyes and focusing onthe quiet of where you too have ended up. You wait patiently as she does so,only moving when she goes to adjusting the bun up top her head.  Her full attention switched to you. Shestudies you for a moment before speaking again. “Why?” Its vague, but you knowwhat she asks.

“You might work for them but you are not the one at faultfor their actions.” You pick up her ID from the ground. She hadn’t noticed ithad fallen from her uniform until your reaching out to hand it back.Tentatively, she takes it. “I know who you are Miss. Vaswani and I know there isgood in your heart.” A small smile is offered in accordance with her look ofsurprise. 

“My organization is” Your hands motion rather vaguely “…controversial.But we all want to help; especially little guys like us.” You bid her a goodnight as make your way back to the protesters. Satya watches as there’s a pausein your steps before turning and looking to her over your shoulder. “I hope wedo meet again, Ms. Vaswani but until then, be safe.” Your figure is lost in thesea of people before she can respond. The architect at a loss of what can bedone as she adjusts her bag at her shoulder. The night runs a chill through herwhen she decides to leave it at that. Moving on to continue her way home.

Its later that evening Symmetra finds a card within her coat.A symbol she recalls being the Overwatch logo printed under the laminate nextto a written number. She places thepieces together and, upon further inspection, finds the handwriting to besomething she’d expect you to have. She sighs, placing the card down on hernightstand as she prepares for her nightly routine.

“I hope we do meetagain, Ms. Vaswani. Until then, be safe.”

The voice plays in her head as she removes the bun from herhair. Long, dark strands falling free as the cogs in her mind begin to accessher future options. Your smile pops up as she glances at herself in the mirror.Tinted cheeks decorating the soft skin of her face.

 Symmetra resigns herself knowingshe’s certainly has got a lot of thinking to do.

[allthingshyper]

If someone had asked Jesse McCree what he was doing for Valentine's Day almost a year ago, he would have lied. A tall tale about meeting some pretty thing back in Santa Fe usually did the trick - in reality, he would do nothing at all. Or would have done nothing, if Hanzo Shimada had not walked into his life.

[astarlow]

Special Post - How you met them - Support part

Ana

Joining Overwatch… It was a childhood dream who became real. It was after the recall, most of your models were gone, and it made you sad. But still, you wanted to join Overwatch and you did it. In a cold but calm night, you couldn’t sleep so you decided to go for a walk. Though, you often did that even if you were sleepy. That’s where you found two masked people who tried to get into the base. One had a black and blue mask and the other one had a red and blue visor. You quickly took out your gun and you pointed at them, they turned around and the silver hair person pointed his rifle at you. The black visor placed a hand on their shoulder and they took out their mask. You dropped your gun at what you saw and you stayed shocked for more than one minute. “Y-you Ana, but you were supposed to be dead for years now.” Ana laughed and she shook her head. She whispered something to the silver hair, they sighed and they took out their visor. “Old soldiers are hard to kill.” Now you were totally astonished, the two were supposed to be dead. And yet they were here, in front of you. This meeting was certainly surprising for you.

Lucio

You were a big fan of Lúcio’s music when you were younger like a lot of people did. You knew what he went through, with his country issues and his adventure about stealing Vishkar’s weapon. But because of some conflicts inside your country, you didn’t have the time to listen to his music. It was sad but you had to get through this. It’s been years since the last time you listened to his music, but when you did again, a smile appeared on your face. It was still something you appreciated, his art helped you a lot to forget some bad memories. You decided to buy one of his discs, and it was also where you met him. Lúcio’s eyes seemed to have stars in them and he looked at you with admiration. “Ohhh I can’t believe it! You are (C/n)’s hero, right? (Y/n) (L/n)?” You nodded still a bit confused about this situation. You helped your country more than once but you never knew you were known as (C/n)’s hero. And you certainly couldn’t believe that Lúcio had admiration for you. “Man, that’s crazy! I never thought I could one day meet you. Oh yeah, I should introduce myself I’m-” You shook your head and you pointed at his disc you had in your hand. “No need to Lúcio Correira Dos Santos. I know more about you than you do about me. I’m actually a big of yours.” Lúcio was astonished but he wore a big grin. You stayed at the store a little bit longer to talk with him, and he explained to you how much he loved your work like you did. It was definitely a good idea to buy one of his discs.

Mercy

It was just a normal day for you, you walked around the town like always. You smiled as you remembered a lot of memories when you passed by some buildings. But you were so concentrated on your thoughts that you bumped into someone. You succeeded to stay on your foot but not the person you collided. You looked at the person and it was a blonde woman with azur eyes. You knew her somewhere but you didn’t remember where. You put this thought away and you offered her your hands. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t really concentrated.” The woman laughed and she gladly took your hand. You helped her to get on her foot and you smiled shyly. “I know it’s strange but could you help me?” You only nodded and the woman gave you a warm smile. “Do you know where is the (R/n) hospital?” She asked you and you immediately recognized the name. It’s the same hospital where your parents gave you life. You took her there and you were about to leave but the woman thanked you before that. “Thanks again for helping me…” “(Y/n) (L/n).” You completed her sentence and she smiled. But you still ignored who she was and where you already saw her. “It’s nice to meet you (Y/n). I think you already know me but I am Angela Ziegler.” And that’s when you knew where you saw her. She was well-known after all. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well doctor.” You said goodbye to her and you left the hospital. A smile appeared on your face.

Moira

You were here from the beginning. You created Talon with some of your old friends and others competent people. You were like born in Talon, you lived in it and you’ll probably die with it. You knew every single person who worked for Talon, Gabriel Reyes former commander in Overwatch become Reaper. Amélie Guillard wife of Gérard Lacroix, now known as WidowMaker. Olivia Colomar little orphan became a great hacker, Sombra like she called herself. Don’t have to forget Akande Ogundimu feared by the name of Doomfist. And today, a new recruit came. Like always you wanted to know more about this recruit but Reaper told you to stay away from her. She was a dangerous woman and she could probably take you down. You only laughed at this and you just wanted to know more about this mysterious woman who knew Gabriel Reyes. You walked in the corridors and you saw in the corner of your eyes, a woman with red hair. She disappeared when you noticed but you immediately felt a presence behind you. You took out your gun in a blink of eyes and you pointed the gun at the woman who was now behind you. She giggled and your glance sharpened. “I guess you’re this Moira that Gabriel fears.” She put her hands in the air and she laughed again. “I am, and I think you’re this (Y/n) (L/n) who created Talon.” You put your gun in its holster and you walked away from Moira. “Welcome to the family Moira O'Deorain.”

Symmetra

You were one of Lucio’s best friend since you were 4 years old, you knew him. So that means you helped him a lot with different things and that include stealing Vishkar corporation things. It took you time to get a plan to steal Vishkar things. When the operation happened you were captured unlike Lúcio and put in a jail. Lucio couldn’t forgive himself for letting you in the jail and he wanted to help you. But you told him that it wasn’t necessary, you did this by letter. He could help the population now, and it’s all you wanted. So you told him that he shouldn’t be worried about you. You stayed in jail for a long time until Satya showed. Vishkar wanted to know where Lúcio was so they interrogated you, but you gave them zero answers. So they send Satya, thinking she could change your mind. The first few times she came, it was a normal interrogatory but with the time, you been friend with her. Still today, you’re asking yourself how you did it. Satya found something in you that makes her comfortable and you as well. You explained her the bad things Vishkar did but she didn’t believe you. It took time for her to believe you, but at the end, she believed you. And she helped you to get out of the jail.

Zenyatta

It was by accident that you met Zenyatta, and it was one of the best meetings you ever had. You were a big adventurer and you liked to travel a lot around the world. But since you didn’t have a goal in your life, you helped the people who needed to be supported and you met Zenyatta this way. It was a beautiful night, in December maybe? Snow fell a lot around Nepal but you weren’t cold at all. You saw from afar an Omnic who was helping others people. You smiled at his kindness but you frowned immediately when you perceived many criminals approached him. His orbs started to glow and he shot them at some criminals. You grinned and you ran toward him to help him. At the end, you were all bruised and on the ground but you succeeded to help the Omnic. He floated towards you and he put an orb on you. Some of your bruises healed and you looked at him shocked. “You really are something, ummm…” You just realized that you didn’t know his name. He chuckled at this and he helped you to get up. “Zenyatta, and what is your name? You seem very different from the others humans I saw.” You raised an eyebrow at what he said before giggling. “I’m (Y/n), but I don’t think I’m different from the others Zenny! I gotta go, hope I’ll see you soon!” You grinned and you waved at him before ran in the streets of Nepal. Zenyatta looked at you, and even if technically he couldn’t smile you could still guess that he was. “Zenny… I like this.” He muttered.

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Moira O'Deorain

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If you're open for requests, could i request the next part of Caught by Moonlight? It's so good and I'm dying to know what happens next ❤❤❤

Thank you very much! This is one of four requests to do the next chapter, and so I quickly want to address all of those who just asked for Chapter 7 and anyone keeping an eye out for the series. Thank you for reading it, for enjoying it and for loving it enough that you want more. Don’t hesitate to keep requesting it. Until it says ‘The Final Chapter’, Caught By Moonlight will remain in the works through requests. 

Caught By Moonlight: Chapter 7

Gabriel’s POV

What the hell have I done? Gabriel thought, leaning back against the walls of the small cavern. As a tall, broad-shouldered man, Gabriel was forced to slouch as the hole itself was only three-four feet high. It was a decent den, and it looked like the entrance had been dug a bit more thoroughly to make room for the two of you to fit in.

Flip flops were tucked in a corner, and on the ground were the ripped clothes covered in dried blood. It looked like she had torn apart his shirt and used it as make-shift bandages for his wounds. It was smart, especially considering the circumstances, but the amount of dried blood on the ground and these cloths,  and the way his body had been crushed should have been the end of him.

Gabriel could remember the agony his body had been in when the Symmetra’s dragon made of dark magic had crushed him in its mouth, sharp teeth piercing multiple parts of his body as the bite had broken and snapped multiple bones. The pain had been brutal, the fall as it disappeared not helping at all. The soil had become soaked with his blood…

Werewolves healed at a very fast rate, at least six times faster then any human. A cut would be gone in a mere minute or two. A cracked rib might take an hour or so, and was more of a discomfort. A bullet hole would likely take half a day. But this-what the dragon had done-that kind of damage was much too strenuous for a werewolf’s body to work on all at once. He would have been dying faster then he could heal.

So why was he still alive? This was not something Gabriel could understand, thought every time he thought about it, a shiver went up his spine. It was hazy, but he could vaguely remember a thread…a long, glowing thread…and the eyes of a wolf, staring back at him.

Gabe was positive he had been on the brink of death, but something had brought him back. And whatever it was, it had brought him back too late.

Slowly Gabriel moved onto his hands and knees, crawling from the den. The ground was ripped apart, branches broken and blood on the ground. The only good thing was that the blood was his, and old. It was likely what had drawn in the attention of the monsters that had taken y/n.

It was strange to him how all this time he’d referred to her as ‘the woman’ or ‘the lady’, but never called her by her name. He’d known when he’d taken her, but now Gabriel knew that he couldn’t just be emotionless in this.

It was too late. Despite his mistake in taking her in hopes of revenge against Jack, y/n did not deserve this and he could admit that if she ended up getting hurt…a nice, decent person’s blood would be on his hands.

So you need to focus, damn it. Stop thinking about her and focus, or you’ll never get y/n back, Gabriel thought to himself harshly. His body still ached, and he could at least tell he’d been there two or more days in the den. If he was to fight whatever had taken her, Gabriel would need to eat, despite the wolf’s impatience to find her.

How weak would that make y/n then? He had not packed for the road, and there was nothing nourishing for a human around here. Gabriel had thought they would both be out of the Wayward Woods by now, and he would have fed her at the safe house he had.

Gabriel knew that he would need to work fast to find her. 

Taking in a deep breath, Gabriel thought over the scents that filled his nose. The first was that you were most certainly injured. The creatures that had dragged you from the den had clawed up your arm and sides. The second...was that these beasts were not ordinary.

Gabriel grimaced, wondering what on earth was with his luck nowadays.

The monsters that had seized y/n were known as Manananggal, a mythical and monstrous creature that with the wings of a bat and could often be depicted like modern day vampires, but much....much scarier. The only difference between vampires and the manananggal was that unlike vampires, this monster had wings, was often quite hideous and was as eager to eat away the flesh of its victims as it was to suck their blood. 

Now, there were very few nests of these creatures. They could go decades without food, though when prey was in their midst they often age ravenously. But this scent carried one particular layer, belonging to none other then Zenyatta the cultist. 

Another feared creature among the supernatural community. His magic was so strong that he had managed to tame and control an entire nest of manananggal, and the layer with which he preferred to dwell lay dormant in the dimension between heaven and hell. 

Zenyatta was...lets say, a collector of souls. By allowing his monsters to bring back their pray and living in the between world, he was capable of gaining as many souls and necessary ritual supplies as he wanted. It was easy, when body parts and death were so easily left before him.

To think that y/n had been brought there...Gabriel’s blood ran cold. He had to hurry, because Zenyatta rarely left his prey alive longer then the span of a day or two. And in your state, you might not have that long to begin with.

Gabriel gritted his teeth. This was a place where just one werewolf would not be enough to handle them all. And while Gabriel was strong, he would likely perish and only bring down two or three of the monsters with him. He would need help, and the only help he knew he could rely on to get y/n.

“Gabriel Reyes,” a voice snarled behind him, cold and dangerous. Gabriel turned and felt his lips curl back in a growl, though he struggled not to change as he stared at the man before him, a beautiful and familiar witch at his side.

This was the man that Gabriel despised most in the world, the one who Gabriel would rather die then shake hands with again. After everything the sight of him made him sick. But this man was the only one who would help him get y/n back.

Jack Morrison.