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sshadowritestoriess · 1 year ago

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Hey! Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons for Widow, Mercy, Kiriko, Lifeweaver and Genji (gender neutral afab reader) please? Feel free to ignore if that's too many characters or if you just don't want to do it. Have a great day, and don't forget to drink water dear author!

Sure! I did my best, sorry they’re all so short. I just didn’t want a super long post 😅

Widowmaker NSFW

She can quite literally take you out in ‘one shot’— you’re not certain how exactly she does it, but she touches you in all the right places in quick succession and finds exactly where you need her most in just an instant. You’ve lasted about thirteen seconds at most with this technique of hers, and it was quickly banned from the bedroom unless you asked for it

She’s a very hard biter, like she doesn’t realize she needs to be a bit more gentle. You often wonder if she thinks she’s actually going to inject venom into your bloodstream this way

Eerily quiet responses toward any pleasure, even if you’re doing everything right she makes it hard to tell if you’re doing anything at all. So she tends to be the one in charge, that way you don’t end up questioning your capabilities or doubting her reactions

A slowed heartbeat seems to increase her stamina, though. It’s only somewhat annoying, especially in addition to her lack of emotion toward intimate times. But you refuse to believe she’s not feeling anything at all, either— otherwise she wouldn’t be stepping on you ‘for fun’ unprompted, or initiating half of these encounters

Mercy NSFW

An unpredictable switch— everything that happens in the bedroom is a flip on a coin based on what she’s feeling and when. You never know if you’re about to give or receive, but either way it’s extremely rewarding and it’s hard to discern any complaints out of a night with Angela

She is pretty vocal, makes the nicest noises and lewd sounds you’ve probably ever heard. She definitely sounds like an angel, and it’s worth every touch to hear her sound off while completely red in the face

Maybe a bit too in love with pegging you. As a doctor and being very knowledgeable about the body, she’s rather enthusiastic toward loosening you up and talking about safety before giving you the ramming of a lifetime. Certain recommended positions even relieved your back pains somewhat, to your astonishment

She highly prefers to schedule these exchanges, rather than doing them on a whim. She refuses the ideas of quickies or anything with risk— especially in communal/public areas. You’d need to absolutely guarantee no one will be walking in or she might not ever forgive you for the embarrassment

Kiriko NSFW

Absolutely a brat, and we all know this. You’re not getting anything done without force or a trade, and she clearly relishes in those methods— always a “no” or a “why”, and then the “what will I get in return?”

Hugely into degrading and she’ll meet you halfway, criticizing your every move as if it doesn’t have her writhing in euphoria. She’s mostly in control of the sounds she makes, but when you get enough of a rise out of her the high-pitched noises are totally worth the struggle to get them in the first place. But she tries really hard to pretend like you don’t have an effect on her

She totally abuses her abilities to make you both finish faster, and especially against your will if you intended to take your time. Everything she does in bed is completely in spite of you— you’re fighting to earn the outcome you want, so hopefully you’re up for that kind of challenge

Her attitude is to make up for her low libido, and especially in her inability to last very long. She’s super sensitive, but she’ll never admit it. You’ll figure this out sooner than later though, and she’ll put up even more of a fight with a smirk on her face before you get anywhere near the brink of relief

Lifeweaver NSFW

Undoubtedly has a preference for being on bottom, but absolutely more than capable of being a top if he’s in the mood for it.

He’s sort of a pillow princess, likes having all the work be done for him. Much more of a receiver than he is a giver, but only in intimate moments— he’s much more giving outside of private moments that heavily lack clothing

But he is extraordinarily talented with his mouth, and he knows this. Yet he won’t offer such services without being asked politely, which must include a ‘please’ or he may remind you of your manners. It’s all in good fun though, he likely wouldn’t have refused either way (please ride his face)

He makes a lot of sounds, though they’re always muffled by his hand or pillow— or you. He also super loves using rope for things, like being restrained, and shibari. He gets more excited when he’s trapped and vulnerable in front of someone he likes

And while he’s a gentle top, he makes sure to return every favor you’ve given him on the occasions he does take over. These sessions last significantly longer than when he’s on the receiving end— edging turns out to be a specialty of his. And along the way, he’s more than happy to remind you of your previously indulgent behaviors

More Genji NSFW

Genji is still Genji, and even under all that metal he’s still pretty full of himself. So he totally, secretly, has a mask kink, and goes a bit feral when you wear his helm along with a lingerie or something else enticing (maybe even his hoodie lol). There’s just something about seeing his own visor on you that makes him want to pounce

I don’t imagine he’s super into wireplay/anything that has to do with his mechanics, but he’s not against it. He’s fine with it enough and appreciates you’d find these parts of him just as attractive, it just doesn’t get him going as much as other things do. He will happily indulge you though.

He’s dangerously easy to arouse. Drop one hint, playful or not (but only after the first few intimate exchanges) and he will find someplace to make it quick. Of course, he’s fluent in consent, so he’ll back off if you really were only joking. But otherwise you may often find yourself getting that super-enhanced-ninja special in the strangest secluded areas

And he makes it his job to make sure you cum before he does. On occasion he slips up, and if you’re competitive like that then it can be pretty 50/50. But he praises himself as a gentleman who treats his lover with the utmost care, and will deliver to you everything he has before taking you for his own pleasure

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dr-spectre · 23 days ago

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also it's a random thing but I've realized people have been using brainwashed wrong too

Brainwashing has nothing to do with actually mind controlling people and has everything to do with propaganda. And being told it constantly

For context -

<- the actual definition of doing something

if we use this definition instead of how literally everyone uses it (ie. It's just a replacement for mind controlled)

Then honestly callie being "brainwashed" makes more logically sense if you treat the hypnoshades as consistently feeding her propaganda. It's not literally taking over her mind she's literally probably being played octavios music tbh

Because it's canonically a thing that octavio uses music for propaganda

TLDR: even by LITERAL INSISTENCE INKIPEDIA DEFINITIONS that she id "brainwashed and mind controlled", she can not be mind controlled. Realistically if Callie was brainwashed that means she was just fed propaganda about Octarian.

So people can't argue that she was forced into that outfit she wears in splatoon 2 still because she probably chose to wear it maybe as a strange solidarity idea. It's not about being forced to wear something... Like that. It's wearing a uniform.

Uh that tldr is too long:

Etldr: callie can't be mind controlled no matter how much people insist, brainwashing literally is about propaganda and not "oh no my memories are lost I can't feel ::((("

You literally cannot force her to not have autonomy no matter if it's "brainwashing vs hypnosis"

It's NOT MIND CONTROLLL 😭😭😭😭

o god this is super long

I actually got a comment that was VERY similar to this!!! Someone (I forgot who) said, "I'm gonna think of cult brainwashing instead of sci-fi brainwashing for callie for my own sanity."

From my knowledge, the term brainwashing has always been this general term to describe mind control plots and shit like that and people use it poorly and wrongly. And THAT'S where my anger comes from. Because people wanna make Callie's arc in Splatoon 2 way worse, more disgusting and less interesting. It's so SOOOOO annoying and disregards any sort of arc that Callie could go through....

The word is either used in cults, or military experiments, or family drama of "you're brainwashing my child!" Or sci fi lazy bullshit where it's just "mind control and you lose all of your autonomy and memories" aka Winter Soldier, Widowmaker, etc. It's such a general term that has a trillion different meanings and it's fucking frustrating as hell.

If I try to look at Callie’s story through the lens of "standard" brainwashing where it's just psychological manipulation and propaganda from the Octarians and Octavio, considering that he is known to use music and other things as motivation to boost Octarians.... then... I actually wouldn't have a problem with people using that word... maybe...

Because Callie STILL had some amount of agency and autonomy, even with the shades on, she couldn't have been forced to do anything against her will cause of how hypnosis works. She still heard out the Octarians and listened to their propaganda. Was Octavio still in the wrong? Yeah! DUHHHH!!! NO FUCKING SHIT SHERLOCK!!! HE MANIPULATED A MENTALLY ILL SQUID WOMAN!!! YOU THINK IM RESOLVING THAT MAN OF BLAME?!?! FUCK NO!!! But in that scenario it's WAYYYY LESS EVIL than what the fuck people and Nintendo tried to suggest that they did. I dont wanna believe that Octavio immediately grabbed and then "brainwashed" Callie with the shades after she said "okay fine I'll hear you out." And then "kidnapped" her and her memories were wiped... Ugh. (Fucking Nintendo bro god I hate them...)

It would also help explain WHY she doesn't feel any sort of trauma or suffering from those events and why she finds the Octarians cute and why she went with Octavio to the Low Water party. She probably felt sorry for the Octarians and wanted to help them willingly because her life beforehand was shitty and she was alone... Octavio probably didn't need to do much to convince her, too, which is kinda sad... She probably doesn't feel regret or pain because, well, she was going through a rough period and she wanted an escape, so the Octarians, in her mind, were the only way out...

However.... I can't see that word the same anymore, and every time that I see it, I ALWAYS think of the bullshit sci-fi definition and people just LOVEEEE TO USE IT AS A CATCH ALL TERM!!!! IT'S REALLY REALLYYYYYY ANNOYING!!!!

That word has actually caused me physical reactions when I hear it, like I was in a family dinner and one of my parents used that word and like... I fucking tensed up and felt stinging across my entire body, my heart was pounding and stuff. NO THAT ISNT A JOKE! THATS HOW FIXATED I AM ON THE STUPID SQUID LADY!!!!

Idk if I will be able to comfortably use the word "brainwashing" to describe Hypno Callie because that word has been fully engrained to me as the sci fi. one, rather than the general cult one with more autonomy and more room to dive into depth and character change.

I guess you could say that Nintendo have... BRAINWASHED me into believing that the word is only used as a way to say mind control and "oh no I lost all of my memories!!!" Heh... Heh... eh.... I wanna die.

I fucking hate Nintendo bro. I hate them. So much.

Oh Nintendo, when I find you I swear to go-

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nyctophiliq · 2 years ago

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Hi mossy! requesting again but this time just comfort,, any sort of comfort with the ow agents,, anyone you want <33 just need a little comfort in my life atm,,

feel free to ignore if you don't feel up to writing! and pls remember to take care of yourself 🫶🏽

✮ — CUDDLING WITH THEM ; widowmaker, kiriko, d.va, moira, mercy, brigitte, sombra, ashe,

content warning; afab/gn reader. sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, no content warning applies

moss' notes; back from death !!! enjoy this fluffy little collection of drabbles and thank you for requesting celeste

— widowmaker˖⁠♡

widowmaker is not a woman who lets you cuddle her, no matter your reasonings, she cannot protect you if her arms are wrapped around you because she cannot reach for her gun like that, and having a third body like that in bed wouldn’t be comfortable for you. she refuses every single time but she will settle for letting you take her hand, lace your fingers with hers so you would stop demanding. you are happy and she is happy, perfect compromise.

“you keep your side of the bed, i keep mine… the hand is fine yes, it is… convenient.”

amélie however has a soft spot for holding you in her arms whenever she can, either in the bed or while watching tv and spending time together on the couch. she rarely sleeps on nights like that, she is trying to savor every moment that she can while being her true self. she doesn’t want to waste any minute while she can be with you when she can be outside so she pulls you as close as she can, enjoying the warmth of your skin against her cold body as you peacefully sleep.

“i can move if it’s uncomfortable for you, it’s just… i don’t often get to be this close and comfortable with you.”

— kiriko ˖⁠♡

most of the times, kiriko probably asks you to cuddle her or cuddles up with you when she is stressed. she likes whatever position, but half-spooning really is the thing that does it for her. kiriko enjoys holding your hand and playing with your fingers while her other hand is looped around you, circling either your back or arm. she can be a sort of menace, putting her cold hands under your shirt, telling you that they are cold and need to be warmed up.

“come here hanii, i need to cuddle you, hm? i am already laying down, come on now!”

— d.va ˖⁠♡

cuddling with hana is both good and bad. when it is a movie night and both of you ought to stay up, actively talk about what is happening and her little outbursts when somebody does something stupid keeps her up. at those times she is a really good cuddling partner, she likes holding onto you in any way she can cuddle up with your arm, or your chest, have you done the same to her or forced you to sit down on the floor, back against the back of the bed so she can loop around your neck and rest her head on your shoulder. but when it’s time to sleep and the two of you cuddle up, then she falls asleep, then she starts flopping around like a fish that ended up on the shore, stripped of water. she moves around, kicks, hogs the blanket, and takes up all the space on the bed! you cannot be mad at her, she is just so cute, but she is annoying.

“i am sorry nae sarang, it gets chaotic, gotta stay in the game at all times! let me make it up to you, please?”

— moira ˖⁠♡

physical affection doesn’t come to her naturally, she is always willing to comply with your request, experiment if you say that hugs in bed will make you happy. she will be eager to test your hypothesis. she finds it strange as you tighten your arms around her, how your heartbeat starts to fasten a little then calms down when you squeeze her a little stronger. she is just laying there like a dead body, her mind going at a speed of light, thinking of how it could be then her arms just wrap around you, her nails dragging along your skin. she once again picks up on your pulse racing a little before calming down and with all this over analyzing she is missing out the comfort that stirs in her, that her own heart is a little crazy as you lay so close to her.

“such a strange occurrence, your pulse seems to be all over the place my darling. my hand? i do not know… it just happened.”

— mercy ˖⁠♡

angela is a hopeless romantic and very affectionate, her love language varies between physical touch and words of affirmation. cuddling with her is like a fever dream, it’s the warmth that we all crave on a winter night. she likes to be face to face with you, brushing your noses together or with either your head in the crook of her head as she listens to how your day was, what you did, and what you plan on doing the next day. she progressively tightens her arms around your body, pulling you closer before sleep takes over her. she can hardly be coerced into taking breaks during the day so you gotta have to do with when she finally decides to come and lay in bed.

“liebling, your arms are my safe space, so that’s where i’ll be sleeping tonight, and you too, in mine! no safer than in the arms of a doctor.”

— brigitte ˖⁠♡

brigitte is a really good cuddling partner if not the best. she likes to be the big spoon and honestly who can deny her? but she wouldn’t mind you backpacking her, or would not object to it. she is estimated to be about 6 feet 3 inches tall, you bet she is gonna give the best bear hugs and cuddles. her strong arms looping around your frame, the breath of her sweet words hitting the top of your head before she plants a couple of kisses. there are times that she enjoys having your full body laying on her, literally, you are on top of her! she can’t really explain why it makes her so happy, but the plus weight on top of her is very comfortable for her, like a weighted blanket! it is embarrassing, she handles you like a baby at times like that, calls you one to tease you a little.

“you’re honestly the cutest when you’re all flustered and red. come on, don’t look so disappointed! you are the sweetest pie.”

— sombra ˖⁠♡

she is a bit awkward with it at first, slightly embarrassed to admit how much she needed physical comfort like this. she doesn’t know where to put her hands, where she can hold you and cannot, how to place her head or what would feel right for her so she just leans on you to show her. she really likes it when you cuddle her from behind, or the both of you are on your sides and you cuddle up to her chest. it is hard to believe someone like her would be at a loss of words yet could go on and on about how content she fills when being close to you like this. olivia is very shy to ask for such a simple thing, always needs to start all over again when she tries to ask for it.

“wanna, like- i mean, if you’re not busy… we could cuddle? or just hug that last a little while longer than it should, you know...”

— ashe ˖⁠♡

oh, how she loves cuddling after a long day between her gang members, having your head lay on top of her chest with her arms around your back, thumb slowly circling little shapes on the fabric of your shirt while she tells you all about what went down before the two of you got into bed for cuddling. elizabeth enjoys the feeling and knowing that she is protecting you as you are in her arms, safe from whatever might come. if you fall asleep she will just stare at you, no matter how her neck might hurt later, silently race her eyes around your face and study all your features. she can get a little cocky, and tell you all about how good it feels for her, the pressure on her tits, ask you if it’s the best pair of pillows you have ever had. of course she won’t tease you for too long if you find it too flustering or is not interested in talking about things like that. if you wanna enjoy the moment then be it, she will too, silently or while listening to you rant about what happened to you.

“you know you love me sugar, my wild heart, cuz i am wild at heart, that’s why you love me. don’t lie to me now, my favorite girl.”

tag list; @darlingmisa @soffisalive @sevikasangel @pixiegirlz @gonegonethankyouuu @xthescarletbitch @wolfheartsstuff

#📼 › moss tapes #ashe x erader #overwatch x reader #overwatch ashe x reader #overwatch kiriko x reader #kiriko x reader #overwatch widowmaker x reader #widowmaker x reader #sombra x reader #overwatch sombra x reader #brigitte lindholm x reader #overwatch brigitte x reader #mercy x reader #overwatch emrcy x reader #moira x reader #overwatch moira x reader #d.va x reader #hana song x reader #overwatch d.va x reader

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lenaperseveranceoxton · 21 days ago

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We finally got a wave of new interactions for Tracer!... and they still don't have an interaction with Soldier: 76. Pain.

It kills me that when Jack got a wave of new interactions so many seasons ago, he got an interaction with Illari about her bringing her baggage onto the field, and now, Lena gets an interaction where we are once again reminded that Illari is sad. I don't hate Illari! I think she's a very interesting character, and there's especially a lot to expand on with her apparent ties with Talon, but most of her interactions are all the same! As a side note, I feel like the Illari interaction is just a duplicate of the one Lena has with Ashe. Yes, Lena tries to look on the bright side of life, we get it. They couldn't somehow show that Lena has faced a LOT of trauma and is absolutely a wreck beneath their cheerful exterior this time around?

Illari aside, I like the interactions Lena has with Juno. I love the mental picture of Lena and Winston canonically walking around Mexico and talking to the locals like "Excuse me, have you seen a purple-haired girl with a fishbowl on her head around here lately?"

Then, there's an interaction Lena got with Moira where they say "Overwatch is here to stay, and we're coming for you next."

(Whoa, like how Jack says "Tell Doomfist I'm coming for him," when he eliminates Talon members! Irrefutable proof that he is LITERALLY Lena's adoptive father! /j)

I love when the writers bring out Lena's angry side, like when they say "How dare you come back here!" upon eliminating Widowmaker in King's Row, and I also miss their interaction with Sombra where they say "It wouldn't be a problem if you just disappeared forever!"

However, they also got two interactions with Ramattra. I sense the director didn't tell Cara Theobold one was for PvP rather than PvE because of how little energy it has, but in the other one, they say "That's enough out of you." I get Ramattra has affected countless omnic lives, especially those back in London after the backlash of his uprising, and I know Lena is very naive and tends to think in black and white, but I just find it weird that they get that nasty of an interaction with Ramattra before they do with many of Talon's members.

With Talon, they say "Manners maketh the man!" when eliminating its male members, "I've been waiting for that!" when eliminating any of its members, "Au revoir!" or "Splat went the spider!" when eliminating Widowmaker, and "Hack your way out of that!" when eliminating Sombra. These are all fine, but my problem lies with them not getting any sort of nasty interaction with Doomfist. They only say "Not catching me this time!" upon eliminating him while he's using Seismic Slam. Where's your anger, Lena? Where's your fucking rage? RISE! RISE! RISE!

Lastly, in light of Reaper getting an interaction with Sojourn where he hints that he does have a soft spot for his old friends in Overwatch, I hoped he would get an interaction with Lena in this update. I still believe that he envied Lena because of how Jack treated them and found them unworthy of being an Overwatch agent, and I think it would've been interesting to have a sort of interaction where he's like "Back to trying to be the hero with Overwatch, huh? Because your first three years as an agent went so well..." and they respond like "At least I'm not a terrorist, Gabe! I mean, um. Commander Reyes, sir..."

TL;DR: Give Tracer an interaction with Soldier: 76 and let them get angry and have frivolous beef with the baddies more often. Please and thank you.

#overwatch #tracer #lena oxton #soldier: 76 #jack morrison #illari quispe ruiz #elizabeth caledonia ashe #juno teo minh #winston #moira o'deorain #doomfist #akande ogundimu #widowmaker #amélie lacroix #sombra #olivia colomar #ramattra #reaper #gabriel reyes

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leorawright · 2 years ago

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I have an idea!!!! Hanzo, Cassidy, widow,Sombra, Solider 76, Junkerqueen in a scenario where they are on a mission with their s/o but they have to split up and the area the s/o goes in blows up and they are presumed dead, randomly a few months later s/o show back up alive and explain they survived but couldn’t come back until they were healed

That's a great idea!

Overwatch with s/o who is presumed dead after an explosion

Hanzo

When the building you went in blew up Hanzo couldn't stop the strangled cry that left his throat

He collapsed to the ground and and sobbed

Genji had to take him away because he wouldn't leave the area you were in

After that Hanzo was basically a ghost

He barely ate barely talked and never spoke just stared at nothing

When you showed up one day he honestly didn't believe it at first

One you confirmed you weren't a ghost he pulled you into a hug and you could feel his tears dampen your shoulder

He begs you never to leave him again he doesn't know what he'd do without

Cassidy

He can barely process what's happening when the building blows up with you supposedly inside

Everyone else in panicking but Cassidy can't move and he's barely breathing

His mind is in utter turmoil for the next week or so as he tries to convince himself you're fine and probably just got lost or something

And once you come back you barely get a word out before you're tackled by Cassidy

He doesn't say anything just clings to you and takes in your warmth and familiar and comforting smell

Widowmaker

When the building blows up she stays silent and emotionless on the outside but inside she wants to just curl into a ball and cry

Over the next week, she becomes even more monotonous than normal and she never seems to be actually looking at anyone

When you return and walk into her room that's when the tears finally fall

She can't help it and doesn't want to let go when you hold her

Eventually you end up staying the night in her room so she can just hold you

Sombra

At first she was absolutely devastated and shut herself in her room alone

But when she started searching the internet she found records on you recently being treated for major injuries but more importantly you were alive

So she waits patiently for you to come back to the Talon base

When you do she gives you a knowing smile but doesn't spill your secret

Soldier 76

He doesn't say anything doesn't show any sort of emotion until the door to his room closes

He slides down the back of the door and quietly sobs into his hands

He can't believe he lost you

He barely sleeps because it feels to cold without you there

When you return he acts professionally in front of everyone else until you two are alone

You can hear the sobs in his throat as he speaks to you and tears start running down his face

Eventually he gives up trying to hold it together and accepts your embrace as he let's out all his tears

Junker Queen

After you 'die' she becomes much more irritable and does more work than what is deemed healthy

She's just trying to distract herself from having to go home to an empty house

She finds herself not sleeping simply because she can't without you there

So when you return and you and her are finally alone she grabs your shoulders and demands you never scare her like that again but her voice cracks near the end and she can't hold it together any longer

This is the first time you've ever seen her cry and she just holds you close to her as her shoulders shake

#overwatch x reader #hanzo x reader #cassidy x reader #widowmaker x reader #sombra x reader #soldier 76 x reader #junker queen x reader

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froggibus · 2 years ago

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Valentine's Day HCs - Ashe, Brigitte, D.VA, Kiriko, Mercy, Widowmaker

Includes: Ashe, Brigitte, D.Va, Kiriko, Mercy and Widowmaker

Summary: what your OW gf would do for you for Valentine's day

CW: gn! reader, fluff, just some cutesy hcs of what your OW s/o would do for Valentine's, some allusion to the lore

pt2 of my valentine's day content for you guys! i was up til 3 trying to finish these but kinda gave up ngl and went to bed but i mostly finished up!

OW Men Ver. + Valentine's 2023 Masterlist

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Ashe:

acts like she’s Too Cool™️ for Valentine’s Day

but on the inside she’s secretly making a big deal of it cause all she really wants is to make you happy and show how much she loves you!!

definitely gets Bob’s help to get everything and set it all up

she’s so nonchalant about it that you’re shocked when she shows up at your place with a bouquet of flowers

“get your jacket, I got somethin to show you.”

you reluctantly follow her out, pleasantly surprised that she came through for you

she takes you back to her place where her and Bob have practically completely redecorated

there’s sweet smelling candles lining every flat surface, rose petals across the floor and hearts hanging from the ceiling

waiting for the two of you at the coffee table are dishes of all your favorite snacks

she definitely had Bob make you chocolate covered strawberries

she feeds them to you too with this cute little blush across her cheeks and nose

also there’s champagne

fruity bubbly pink champagne that she seems to have endless bottles of

and when you’re all warm and giggly and drunk, cuddled up in her arms, she lets her tough exterior drop

“oh sweet pea, i think you’re gonna be the death of me”

Brig:

she’s so nervous!!!

like she really wants this to go good and show you how much she appreciates you, but she doesn’t really know how

probably makes the mistake of asking her dad and Reinhardt for advice

and after Reinhardt suggests “a really big hammer” she decides to go her own way with it

spends days tinkering in her workshop to make something for you

of course Mitzi is purring and rolling all over her tools while she’s trying to build

accidentally ignored you because she’s so caught up in her work

she finishes it just in time for Valentine’s Day

you plan on surprising her for Valentines so you’re surprised when she shows up with a little box for you

she’s practically vibrating while she waits for you to open it

when you do, you see it’s metal figurines of the two of you on your first date

the sheer amount of detail in it makes you gasp

there’s a plaque on the front that says “The Moment I Knew I Loved You”

you look up at her with big teary eyes and throw your arms around her

she hugs you super tightly

“so you like it, right? Cause I was worried it was too much or not enough and I just—I really wanted this to go good for us.”

DVA:

she’s such a dork she probably plans out this whole day for the two of you together

she’s kinda nervous taking you out in case she gets mobbed by paparazzi

but she really wants to show you a good time so she sets her fear aside

takes you to the shops downtown to get cute matching pyjamas for your sleepover tonight

you guys stop to get hotteoks for a snack too!!

they’re one of her favorite snacks so you treat her to one

then you guys head to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and drinks for the night

queue Hana stocking up on Mountain Dew (but she gets the Spark kind to fit into the Valentine’s Day theme)

you guys get home and build a little pillow and blanket Fort on the floor with all your snacks and stuff

Hana turns on her console and the two of you end up playing games together

definitely some sort of cutesy two player game where you guys can work as a team

and even if you make mistakes, Hana just kisses your cheek and carries you through

“so, how was this for Valentine’s Day? Did I win?”

Kiriko:

she is definitely the type to want to do something for Valentine’s

but gets so busy with work and crime fighting that she just forgets

so she plans a date for the two of you at the last minute

gets you a box of gourmet donuts from her favorite shop and heads over to your house on her bike

she was kinda nervous to ask you to be her Valentine cause she’s never really had one

plus she’s worried what she’s planned won’t be enough

but all of that melts away when she picks you up and sees your smile at the cute little fox donuts she gives you

she doesn’t let on what she has planned, but she has her bike waiting outside with an extra helmet for you

she actually takes you all the way across town to a karaoke/ramen bar!

they’re doing a Valentine’s Special for karaoke where its duets only, and it only takes a second of your girlfriend making puppy dog eyes at you to get you up on the stage

she surprises you by choosing one of your favorite duet songs and having near perfect choreography

her dancing and singing is just so fun and cute that it’s infectious and you start trying to dance with her

even if you stumble a bit she still thinks its adorable

also everyone in the restaurant loves you guys

after that, you guys have a few drinks and some yummy ramen before she surprises you with a promise ring

its just a simple silver band with a blue jewel (like the colour of her fox) engraved into it

“I know it’s not much…but I wanted you to always have a piece of me with you. I have the fox spirit to guide me, so I thought maybe you could have something to guide you.”

Mercy:

she’s a busy, busy woman, but she’ll fight to have time off so she can spend it with you

very traditional as far as her dates go, but that doesn’t mean boring by any means

she’s super organized too, so she’ll plan everything ahead of time to make sure it all goes off without a hitch

definitely splurges and gets you a box of super yummy Swiss chocolates

I feel like she would definitely get you some sort of jewellery too, like a necklace with wings or something

she has a dinner reservation at a super romantic, intimate restaurant

she leaves you a cute little gift bag on your bed for when you get home, and its just a super nice outfit for you to wear out

you’re super excited for what she has planned, and that only gets better when she comes to pick you up

she’s wearing a silky black slip dress and heals, dressed to the absolute nines

honestly she looks good enough to eat

you guys take a cab to the restaurant so you can thoroughly enjoy it and actually drink

Angela picks out a delicious red wine for the two of you to share over dinner

she definitely holds your hand across the table and runs her thumbs over them

the food is amazing and you guys have just a little too much wine over dinner

Angela holds her alcohol well though and manages to tough it out until you get home

she wanted to surprise you with gifts, but didn’t want to do it in public so she could actually enjoy your reaction to them

probably the one night of the year she lets herself get a little more kinky in bed too lol

“How was it, darling? I wanted to give you a date you deserve.”

Widowmaker:

she hasn’t celebrated a single Valentine’s Day since before Gerard died

he was the only person she ever had any desire to celebrate with, and because of what Talon did to her, she never had a chance again

until she meets you of course

she probably doesn’t celebrate it with you until you’ve been together for a while either

but when she’s ready, she wants to go all out

she makes reservations at the best restaurant in France (and spares no expense)

she picks you up in a limo, the back filled with candy hearts and kisses, with a fridge stocked with rosé and champagne

she pours you a glass when you get in, her eyes taking you in

“you look stunning, my love.”

by the time you get to the restaurant, you’re a little tipsy and completely flustered

she orders for you, getting you her favorite dish (and it’s quite possibly the most delicious thing you’ve had in your whole life)

she definitely splits dessert with you too

she feeds you little spoonfuls

takes you back to her place for the night and shows you her favorite movie as a girl

“thank you for tonight, mon amour. you are the warmth of my life.”

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a/n; y’ever wanted gore that also makes you deeply sad ??? >:)

word count: 5k 😬 (it’s a WHOPPER I’m so sorry)

tw/cw: gore, graphic depictions of violence, mutilation, decapitation, execution, major character death (reoccurring), threats of sexual violence, implied rape, noncon, misgendering, transphobia, mentions of medical torture

living weapon whumpee, captivity, escape attempt

In the wants he keeps close to his chest, Silas gets a happy ending.

He gets it with Wren. They get to get out of here.

Silas doesn’t know what that means, not really. He doesn’t know anything outside of this place. He doesn’t know what a life outside of here would be, what it would mean for something like him. He knows with everything in him that he wants to do it anyway, whatever it is, as long as he gets to do it with Wren. His Wren.

The heart that Silas wears on his sleeve beats Wren’s name in time. There’s a spot in his chest where Wren festers, the spot where his heart used to be. There isn’t anything in the world Silas knows or the one he doesn’t that he wouldn’t do for him, for his Wren. He doesn’t know what a life with Wren outside of this place would be but he knows he wants it. He can’t even begin to fathom what’s waiting up there for him but he wants to brave it with Wren.

He’ll never get to.

He knows that now. He’s always known, really, but being the biggest, being the strongest, being a fuckin’ freak killing machine comes with a sort of arrogance that Silas never really realized was arrogance. He always figured, at some point, he’d win. There was never really a doubt in his mind. Silas is the biggest, the strongest. Silas is a fuckin’ freak killing machine. The widowmaker. All the soldiers, the guards, the recruits, the scientists, the surgeons — they’re all afraid of him, they’re all so afraid of him that some of them can’t hide it, not with all the trained rigidity in the world. There would come a time, Silas knew — he didn’t think, but he knew — when their fear would mount and it would make them stupid and all that would be left, to send home to any of their grieving families to bury, would be a couple of broken bits of teeth and maybe a broken fingernail, if Silas were feeling especially generous. They’d get to be free.

He knows now it was just a delusion. It was stupid, and it was stupid of him to ever think he was deserving of any sort of happy ending. He just isn’t hardwired for it. Silas is gonna die just as he lived — miserable and hundreds of feet below ground.

They’re all scared of Silas, and for varying reasons, they all hate him, too. He’s difficult and he’s a disappointment. He’s not smart enough, he’s not obedient enough. He’s too violent, too unpredictable. Not good at following orders. Belligerent. Lacks any sort of respect for authority. Difficult to control.

But Silas isn’t just any captive. He isn’t any soldier. Silas was biomechanically engineered. A lot of money, time, manpower, the world's best surgeons and smartest scientists and steadiest hands had gone into Silas’ insurrection; too much for them to let him go to waste. They won’t let Silas leave for the same reason they won’t let him die, not without reanimating him.

They can’t. They need him. They spent too much money to let him go.

He’d be lying if he said he took that lying down. Silas never lets himself want, and the only time he ever slipped up, the only thing he ever let himself want was Wren, and to live the life Wren wants with him. He dug his nails in so deep that losing it had torn out every one of his fingernails. But maybe that was his own fault. Maybe he should’ve known better than to ever let himself want.

That ache had worsened, split open into the leaking yellow pus of a wound that festered, infected, spread him through with rot. The rot had spread quickly, infected him inside and out with a raw, bloodthirsty sort of resolve. Silas is never getting out. Silas doesn’t get a happy ending. Silas is going to die down here, no matter how much or how privately he might yearn otherwise.

That doesn’t mean Wren has to.

It’s a solid resolve in his chest, not one that weighs him down but one that makes him stronger, that thickens his skin. There’s no reason Wren has to die down here, not while Silas is still breathing. If Silas is gonna die down here, if he has no choice, than his death, at the very least, is gonna mean something. If Silas has to die, he’s gonna die happy.

Quietly, he says, “where is he?”

Still, his voice echoes down the long concrete corridor. He speaks quietly but not kindly. He grins, but there’s blood on his teeth. It isn’t his own.

There isn’t anything Silas wouldn’t do for Wren and there isn’t a life he wouldn’t end for him. He can only imagine the nightmare figure he must cut; does he look like somebody that’s going to die today?

His hair is matted with blood and splattered chunks of flesh, sticking to his face, the sides of his throat, his bare shoulders, his chest. His joggers were grey, hospital grey, the same dull grey as everything else, but they’re so soaked through with blood they’ve turned a wet, shimmering sort of black. His socks are the same, blood warming the bottoms of his feet and leaving lethal footprints in his wake. There’s blood on his hands, so much of it it looks like he’s dipped them. There’s blood under his fingernails, chunks of flesh between his teeth.

Dagger looks up at him, sprawled across the concrete, just barely propped up against the wall. Silas had made quick work of incapacitating him, splitting open his achilles tendons with a knife he had stolen from his buddy, Venom’s, belt. First, Silas had used that knife to split Venom’s Adam’s apple down the middle, then to separate his head from his throat. The tendons, arteries, threads of sinew had split around the blade like snapping elastics. His spinal cord was easy enough to sever, a flick of Silas’ wrist, and he turns Venom’s decapitated head over in his hands again, facing him towards Dagger as he repeats, a little lower, a little bit worse, “where is he? Tell your buddy if you don’t wanna tell me,” and when Dagger chokes out a wet, strained sound, pained and scared, weak and non militant, Silas grins widely. “You scared, Dagger?”

He chokes out another sound he’d probably be too proud to make if he weren’t dying. His feet are hanging off of his ankles at weird angles. Silas may have cut him too deep. His lead lolls, probably heavy, against the wall. “How do you think this is gonna end for you, Park?”

“M’not worried about me,” Silas answers. “Where is he?”

He tips his head back a little further to look at Silas, so much bigger than him, even crouched in a pool of blood on the pavement. “Her fucking dog,” he says bitterly, and chokes out a sound that’s probably supposed to be a laugh. “She’s with Point, Park. Where do you think she is?”

Silas lifts his chin, pretend grateful, as he says, “hold this, man,” and hoists Venom’s head into his hands.

Instinctive, woozy with blood loss, Dagger takes it, and in the split second it takes him to realize, just as he drops what’s left of Venom into his lap, just as he starts to make this sound of dawning horror, Silas takes him by the face, digging his fingers hard into his eye sockets.

Dagger starts to scream and his eyeballs burst around Silas’ fingertips. The hot fluid that leaks from the sockets clears tracks in the blood on Silas’ hands. The soldier doesn’t scream, he makes this high, whining sort of sound, and Silas pulls his head almost ninety degrees from the wall to crack it back against the surface with so much force that Silas breaks completely through his skull and splits open his knuckles against the concrete.

He already knew where Wren was. A long time ago, it might have been a little harder to find him in the labyrinth of the district, a maze literally created, in some points, to confuse and disorient and discourage escape. Wren could’ve been anywhere, could’ve been with anyone, but that was a long time ago. A lot of time had passed since then and a lot of things had changed. Now, as he has been for a long time, if Wren isn’t with Silas, and he isn’t in medical, he’s with Point. He’s just at the end of the hall.

The barracks is an odd space in the district, honestly, and Silas doesn’t care for it, especially because of all the horrible things that have happened to Wren in here but additionally because it’s so jarring on the eye. Almost everything Silas knows is grey — the walls, the floors, his sheets, his clothes. His uniform, for training and for field tests, is black, the same black as all the rest of the soldiers, but it’s such a small dose that he can handle it. The soldier’s uniforms, their weapons, the masks, they’re all black — the surgeons, too, their masks and aprons, but the sight of them has always strained Silas’ eyes, anyway, black or otherwise. The barracks are wholly and entirely black, top to bottom, sheets and bed posts and the shackles they use, and it hurts to look at and Silas hates to see it.

It’s empty. Unfortunately, it’s empty. It hadn’t been, not before everybody had come running and Silas had started using the corridor outside as a slaughterhouse. Point hadn’t been among them, unfortunately. There’s still time — somebody will notice the carnage eventually, and if not then, Point will notice Wren is missing, and he’ll raise the alarm. He’ll come running. If Silas gets anything, he wants to get to kill Point before he goes. How can that be too much to ask?

He finds Wren exactly where he expected him, in Point’s stupid private bedroom, a little black room off a short black corridor in the very back black corner, almost hidden behind a row of bunks. Wren’s shackled to the black bedpost with a black restraint. He looks really surreal on the black sheets, white hair and pale skin and the stupid, frilly layers of white material Point had made him wear. He isn’t unconscious, but he’s sleeping, snoring softly, and Silas doesn’t really have time but he stalls for as long as he can, letting him get as much sleep as possible. He doesn’t have a totally cohesive plan, but he imagines the next few minutes are gonna be incredibly hectic, and then Wren’s got a lot of running to do. He’s gonna need at least a little sleep.

As carefully as he’s capable of, Silas tears the leather at Wren’s ankle and tries not to look too hard at how bruised it is underneath. He won’t forget it, though. He lifts Wren into his arms as delicately as if he’s lifting glass, cradling him to his chest, still trying not to wake him as he carries him from the barracks, down the corridor, past the carnage.

Silas really isn’t good at very much, and he wouldn’t be comfortable saying he is, but he has a small handful of talents, and there are a few things he’s better at than anybody else. Silas is a weapon, a freak, a monster, etc., but he was trained as a soldier, too. He couldn’t give Wren the directions, but he remembers the layout well enough. He can get him where he needs to go.

He makes it farther than he would’ve expected before War stops him. It isn’t a good sign, and Silas exhales softly, placing Wren down gently, close against the wall. He turns the knife over in his hand again as he turns back to face War head on, cracking his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” War asks calmly, lifting his gun. He doesn’t work general security detail, he’s too important, so Silas doesn’t see him too often. If he’s weaving the labyrinth on Silas’ tail, it means he was sent after him. It means they’ve noticed he’s missing. And if they haven’t sounded the alarms, it’s because they don’t want him to know yet.

Silas is running out of time.

“I have to make this quick,” he says, “so this won’t hurt for long. It’s gonna hurt a lot, though.”

“Just gotta be quicker than me, big guy,” War says, and he pulls the trigger.

Silas is fast, almost fast enough. Nothing lethal, not immediately, but he takes a bullet in the shoulder, the bicep, and then one of his ribs. He tears a hole in War’s throat with his knife, opens the soft flesh chin to sternum. War gurgles, his gun flails, he loses aim, and Silas reaches through the wet, opened cavity of his throat to pull his spinal cord out through it. War drops into a disfigured, bloody knot on the concrete.

Shoving him out of the way with the side of his foot, Silas spits on him before he turns. Wren’s sitting back against the wall, watching him, and as inappropriate as it is, Silas can’t help himself and he smiles at him, crooked. It’s disappointing, of course, in a way that Silas knows will fester, will get infected the more Silas starts to miss him, but it’s hard, right now, not to feel good about it. Sucks that he’s gonna die, but he dies all the time, what’s one more? Sucks he doesn’t get to go with Wren, but Wren gets to go, and that’s what matters, isn’t it? Sucks that Silas is gonna spend the rest of his life, however long or short it may be, missing him, but how fortunate that Silas, who never got anything else good in his life, got to have Wren, at least for a little while. He’s never deserved Wren, not ever, but he got him, anyway, and the rest of his life, however long or short, will pale in comparison, but it’s so fuckin’ unbelievable he got to have it at all. He’ll die happy this time.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” Silas says.

Wren smiles blearily, angling his head. “I missed you.”

Silas feels a small beat of guilt he chooses to ignore. “I missed you, too.”

“What are you doing?” Wren asks, taking the hand Silas holds out to him, clinging to it still once he’s on his feet

“I need you to come with me,” Silas explains. “Do you want me to carry you?”

“I can walk,” Wren says, but he doesn’t, angling his head again as he looks Silas up and down. He motions him closer, and Silas leans down, letting Wren try to wipe blood off his face with one of his white sleeves. “What are you doing, Silas?”

“We don’t really have time for this,” Silas says softly, but he doesn’t stop him. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

Silas hesitates. He shouldn’t have — it gives him away more than anything he could’ve said or any lie he could’ve come up with off the top of his head. He doesn’t know a lot of things, but he’s learned a few things about Wren in the time he’s loved him and Wren is so unbelievably stubborn, especially for such a soft, human person, that sometimes Silas doesn’t know what to do with him. And he digs his heels in weird places, about weird things, he fights Silas about Silas’ general disregard for his life so ferociously that sometimes it’s actually a little intimidating. Silas had been expecting a fight. He was just hoping they’d be a little closer to freedom.

Wren’s hand is a firm touch against his cheek. “What are you doing?” He repeats softly.

“I’m gonna get you out,” he says.

Wren thumbs slowly over his cheek as he sighs, “Silas.”

“Not like last time,” Silas tells him softly. “I fucked up last time. I know. Let me make it right.”

“You don’t have to make it right,” Wren says softly, pushing Silas’ hair behind his ears on both sides, touching his face so gently it sort of aches. “I’m not angry with you. You tried —”

“Not hard enough,” he says simply. “I didn’t do good enough. I didn’t get you out.”

“You tried,” Wren repeats. “You —“

“Let me try again,” he says, leaning his cheek a little harder into Wren’s palm. “I fucked up last time when I tried to leave with you. I’ll do it right this time.”

Wren’s hands leave Silas’ face so quickly Silas doesn’t have time to stop him. “You wouldn’t come with me?”

Silas shakes his head slowly. “I can’t.”

“What?” Wren says, and Silas can see it, that stubborn thing starting to harden in his face. Wren is the only person Silas has ever met that’s never been afraid to stand up to him. Silas is gonna miss that about him. “You want me to leave without you?”

“No,” Silas admits, “I don’t want you to go. But I can’t get you out if I go with you.”

“No,” Wren repeats. “I’m not going anywhere without you. Silas, they’d fuckin’ kill you.” That much would’ve been obvious, Silas would’ve thought, and he can’t help if his eyebrows raise as he heaves his shoulders. The hardness seeps quickly out of Wren’s expression, replaced by something so blank it gives Silas a weird spike of discomfort. Just as quickly, Wren flushes with a sort of fury Silas doesn’t think he’s ever seen on him before. “No. What the fuck are you talking about?” He spits. “You’re not gonna fuckin’ die for me, Silas.”

��Wren —”

“No,” he snaps. “I’m not even entertaining this.”

“I can do this, Wren,” Silas says. “I can get you out.”

“I’m telling you no,” Wren scolds sternly. “Absolutely fuckin’ — no. Are you — no. I’ve never thought you were stupid, Silas, but this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Silas can’t help that his mouth pulls up on one side, crooked. “I’m gonna die again anyway,” he says softly. “Let me die for you this time.”

“No,” Wren says. “I’m not leaving here without you. I’m not leaving you here.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Silas says, exhaling a sound that he thinks might be the closest he’s ever come to laughter. “This is all I know, Wren.”

“That’s why I worry about you,” he snaps.

“It’s more important that you get out, Wren,” he says. “Not just to me. You have a whole life you can get back to. People that miss you. I don’t know anything that’s not here. I don’t miss anybody. Nobody misses Silas.”

“I will,” Wren snaps. He looks like something Silas can’t quite explain — something impossible. He looks up at Silas, heartbroken, and it breaks Silas’ heart in turn.

He doesn’t want to hurt Wren. He’s never wanted to hurt Wren. But this — he needs to do this. Even if it hurts.

He reaches out to him and Wren bats him away with more strength than Silas was expecting. “I’m not fuckin’ leaving you here,” he seethes.

Silas shakes his head slowly. “Wren —“

“No.”

“Wren,” he repeats. “They won’t let me go.”

“Then we’re not fucking going! What are you talking about?”

“I can get you out,” Silas says. “I can do this. Please,” he tries. “Please, let me do this for you. Let me die happy.”

“I’m not going to let you die at all!”

He lifts his shoulders. “You can’t stop me.” Wren looks like he’s probably considering it — the very best way to incapacitate Silas. In truth, it would be easy for him. If he asked Silas for the knife, Silas would hand it to him. If he asked Silas to bare his throat, Silas would bare it. “Wren,” he says softly. “Do you really want to stay?”

“Stop it, Silas, I’m not —“

“Stop being angry with me,” Silas says, “and be honest. If you had a choice. Leave or stay. Would you really choose to stay?”

Wren scowls. “Silas —“

“Wren,” Silas says. “Come on. You’re miserable.”

He almost looks offended. “Don’t —“

“Don’t,” Silas interrupts. “I’m serious. Nobody should have to live like you do. I don’t want you to. Who cares about me?”

“I care about you!”

“Okay,” Silas says, “but — come on.”

“Stop,” Wren snaps. “Stop this stupid, self sacrificing bullshit. I’m not leaving you here. You’re not dying for me.”

Silas sighs softly through his nose. “Wren,” he tells him softly. “You can’t stop me.”

“Like hell I can’t,” Wren says.

In truth, if he asked Silas to bare his throat, Silas would, and in truth, any other time, if Wren asked him to incapacitate himself, Silas would do it. For Wren, he would do it. But this isn’t any other time.

Any other time, Silas tries not to be too big around Wren. he tries not to be too strong. Wren is so fragile, still too human, and Silas is careful with Wren like nothing else. But this isn’t any other time.

“Don’t be mad,” Silas murmurs, and he lifts Wren off his feet and over his shoulder with one arm, with his good arm.

Wren does the whole thing; fights, thrashes, screams, threatens, presses his face against Silas’ back and pleads. Silas keeps a hand at his back as he carries him, thumbing across the stupid, crusted material of his stupid dress. Silas is really going to miss him, and selfishly, there’s a part of him that wants to let Wren have this one, that wants to keep him down here where Silas is; Silas has never really cared where he is, as long as Wren is there with him. He’s gonna miss him. He’s never gonna quite be the same without him.

They almost make it, too.

They get so fuckin’ close.

It’s a staircase that leads up, to a locked door that Silas breaks down, to a long corridor with another door at the end. The second to last door they need to pass through.

Vineyard stands in front of it, mask pulled down so his white, obnoxious teeth catch the light. His shotgun is held across his chest, nearly at ease, but his finger is stiff on the trigger.

“I’ll give it to ya,” he says. “You don’t know when to fuckin’ quit, Yeller.”

Wren tenses over his shoulder and Silas can’t help that his fingers flex in the stupid material of his dress. He isn’t worried — not yet. He’d wanted to kill Point but he’ll settle for this one. Point likes him best, so there’s gotta be something especially fucked up about him.

Slowly, he places Wren back on his feet, angling him behind him as much as he can without taking a hand off him. He flips the knife over again in the other. “You gonna get out of my way?” He asks.

Vineyard pumps his gun. “Take a step away from the girl,” he warns, “or she’s about to get real messy.”

Wren inhales sharply. He presses himself close at Silas’ back, clinging to his arm.

For the first time, something less than hopeful starts to worm its way up the back of Silas’ throat. It isn’t doubt, not yet, but if it grows anymore it will be. Vineyard is too far away, too close to the door and too far from Silas — Silas is big, fast, but not big or fast enough that he would be able to even get close enough to unravel Vineyard’s small intestine through his groin before Vineyard blows his head into such small pieces it would be doubtful there would even be enough of him left to put back together. And if it guaranteed Wren’s safety, of course, he would do it in a heartbeat. But if Silas dies here, now, permanently, Wren would probably never be safe again. And he definitely wouldn’t be safe in the aftermath, not here alone with Vineyard, not in such a short skirt.

For a fraction of a second, Silas thinks the clamour that bursts behind him could almost be a gunshot, but before he can even think to tense what’s left of the ruined door is blown out of the way by the calvary of armed guard that swarm into the room to flank Silas on all sides. To corner him.

Fuck.

Masks are pulled high and guns are lifted but it’s the laughter behind him, unnatural, that finally make his shoulders finally tense. Wren goes so still behind him it’s like he’s been turned to stone. Silas, instead, moves the quickest he’s ever moved, keeping Wren behind him as he pivots, angling himself between him and Point.

Point, who says, “this was a cute attempt, big guy. Really. Look at you! You almost made it.” Silas snarls, and Point’s grin stretches wider, more grotesque. He takes a step closer.

“Silas,” Wren breathes.

Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Silas wasn’t fast enough. Wren was supposed to be two doorways further away by the time the brigade caught up to Silas. Silas was gonna kill as many of them as he could, buy Wren as much time as he could, slow them down as much as he could before they finally put him down. Wren wasn’t supposed to still be here. Wren was supposed to be safe.

“Back the fuck up,” Silas warns.

Point grins even wider, hands behind his back as he saunters forwards, closer to Silas, almost leisurely. Silas’ lip pulls back from his teeth, but just when Point is almost in reaching distance, execution distance, Wren’s warmth leaves his back and he screams.

It happens too quickly. Wren is wrenched away from him and Silas turns, an instinct more than anything else, drawn to him, and as Vineyard wrenches Wren into his arms, off his feet, and Wren screams, Silas takes an instinctive step towards him and Point takes three in the same time. He drives his knife through the back of Silas’ knee with an almost inhuman strength, he pushes his knife into the back of Silas’ knee with so much force the blade comes out the other side. Time starts to slow, not to normal speed but even slower than that, when Point turns the knife, cracks Silas’ knee cap, and pulls a fistful of arteries and a wet chunk of meat out with the end of the blade.

Silas can feel that pain in every nerve ending in both his legs, biological and prosthetic. It knocks the wind out of him, and he doesn’t lose his balance, but he sways, and when he sways Point kicks his boot into the opened flesh into the back of his knee and completely separates Silas’ kneecap from the rest of his body. His leg gives out, and he drops onto his knees with a sound like splatter. He can feel the knife leave his hand but he doesn’t see where it lands. He doesn’t let himself scream, but he can’t help the winded, groaning sort of sound that’s knocked out of him. He doesn’t let himself scream, but Wren screams for him.

Vineyard’s gun is strapped to his back again, Wren at his chest. Wren, who wasn’t supposed to be here for this. Wren, who’s gonna suffer for Silas’ efforts.

Point stands in front of him. He takes his time unholstering a handgun for the sake of shoving the barrel down Silas’ throat, chipping one of his canines in the process. “You’ve been a very, very bad dog,” he says.

Silas scowls around the gun. He grabs Point by the throat.

He isn’t gentle. He means to kill him, to crush his windpipe, but Silas is losing a lot of blood very quickly, and he’d already been shot more than once. He grabs Point by the throat so hard that his face changes colour about four times in the span of the second it takes Silas to get his hands on him, before three soldiers, armed and dangerous, take Silas by the arm, between him and Point, and wrench it out of its socket with a crack so loud it echoes down the corridor. When they drop his arm again, it falls limp to his side, attached still to his body only by the skin of his shoulder, the bones completely severed.

This time, Silas roars. He can’t help it.

Point tips his head back towards the ceiling as he cackles. There’s already a bruise around his throat in the shape of Silas’ hand. “How did you think this was gonna go?” He teases. “Really? What do you think we do to dogs once they've started to bite?”

Silas meets his eye. He raises his eyebrows.

Point’s smile vanishes and he forces the gun a little further down the back of Silas’ throat. “You’ll get off lucky,” he tells him. “You’re just gonna be put down. The girl, on the other hand,” he says, and when Silas growls, low in his chest, Point grins again, right back to manic. “She’s gonna be punished greatly for your little performance today. It’s gonna be really miserable for her.” Wren makes a broken sound, a sob, and Point grins a little wider, stretched unnaturally over his face. “And something tells me you’re gonna be gone for a good, long time this time,” he says. “Might have worn a hole in her cervix by the time you see her again.”

Silas is bleeding so much it’s pooling around Vineyard’s feet already. The room starts to tilt as he lifts his head, and still, Silas flexes his fingers to try and get the feeling back and lifts his good arm, the arm still riddled with bullets. He grabs Point by the throat again.

The very last thing he sees before he dies isn’t Point, because he isn’t looking at him. He’s looking at Wren, a surreal streak of silvery light amid the grey, amid the black. He’s flushed with struggle and with crying, tears pouring down his face, shimmering in the fluorescent light. Hazy with blood loss, he looks the most surreal Silas has ever seen him.

“I’m so sorry,” he tries to say.

Then Point pulls the trigger, and he empties his gun into Silas’ face.

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yanderes-galore · 10 months ago

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Another for Overwatch. Lifeweaver with the Black Swan skin with the Darling being the white swan, a scenario please! Kinda like the one you did for Widowmaker some time ago? -🐈

It won't be exactly like the Widowmaker one but I will try to do something similar. WE NEED MORE LIFEWEAVER, OMFG!

Monochrome

Yandere! Black Swan! Lifeweaver with White Swan! Darling Short/Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Courting, You're implied to be animal hybrids, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Violence, Murder, Blood, Mentions of "mate", Forced relationship.

Niran has managed to find beauty in everything that this world has to offer. He himself is a beautiful creature of nature, yet so ostracized from his kind. Swans are meant to have sleek white feathers... his are a midnight black.

Even though most of his kind has shunned him, he still managed to fall in love. Niran has a knack for admiring beautiful things. You happen to catch his eye.

Technically there isn't much different about you compared to all the other swans. You're a white swan with feather that glow when the light hits them. Yet despite this... you managed to catch the black swan's heart.

Perhaps it was your nature that drew him in, your kind personality despite his differences. To Niran, you two are the only swans that matter. Two monochrome beauties living in a world of endless beauty despite the cruelty that festers within it.

You may just be trying to be nice... but it's enough to have Niran attempting to court you. While you merely want to offer friendship, Niran is prepared to shower you in black flowers he's created and charming words. Two different beings... two different wants...

Two... two... a monochrome relationship.

Some may see him as tainted. Some may criticize him. However, Niran has learned not to care.

Why should he when he has a beauty such as you in his sights.

You poor thing continue to give Niran your kindness. You allow the outcast to enter your nest and give you all sorts of goods. Clearly he's courting you.

You keep trying to dissuade his courting but Niran never listens. It starts with charming words and gifts. Near the end it becomes him grasping onto you with a possessive grip as he presses himself against your back.

"We're perfect." Niran says to you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. "We can build a new nest together... we'll be beautiful mates."

All it takes is a little kindness before Niran is preparing a nest. He wants to match the beauty you both have... which is why he wants you to join him. You two are the best pair... no other swan can compare.

Spurred on by his fantasies, Niran is quick after his courting to take you home.

It doesn't matter if you've said yes or not. Indulging him has sunk you further and further into a trap. Far as he knows, you two are mates for life now.

Niran keeps you in your new nest and encourages you to help him decorate it. He prevents you from leaving and acts possessive when another swan enters his territory. After all... his pretty little mate doesn't need to move z feather.

Niran doesn't mind being an outcast. It just means he feels a whole lot less empathy when he kills rival swans. You may look at him in fear when he's covered in red... but he washes himself well.

Niran continues to court you for about a year. It takes a year before the nest is fully developed. In fact... swan couples are in a honeymoon phase for about a year.

Hopefully in a year you will no longer need those chains.

Hopefully afterwards... you can even mate with each other like proper swan couples! Niran will wait as long as he needs to. Yet he admittedly gets excited at the thought.

You begin to lose yourself as Niran coos over you. He praises you... courts you... loves you. He holds and kisses you, treating you surprisingly well despite the blood on his hands. Soon, all due to your naive mistake, you finds yourself sinking into his dark nature.

Niran is as dark as his feathers. There's reasons he was an outcast. Somethings wrong... not just his appearance... but his behavior.

Unfortunately... you were too late to notice it.

Now you two are mates... for life.

#yandere overwatch #yandere lifeweaver #yandere niran “bua” pruksamanee #yandere black swan lifeweaver

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lepusrufus · 1 year ago

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I was gonna throw this in a list of hcs but actually I wanna give it its own post bc I'm very normal about Widow and what's been done to her

I know the more widely accepted idea is that Widow has some inhuman strength and agility due to all the procedures she went through, but what if it's actually the opposite? Her blood flow is so slow her body barely gets the minimum amount of oxygen through it to survive. It makes her lethargic and chronically exhausted because she's always on that fine line between surviving and dead. It helps her keep deadly still when sniping, with great results as far at that goes, but on the flip side a burst of physical activity while running from one place to another on an assignment exerts her body to the point of agony. There's always a team of doctors and days upon days of physiotherapy waiting at Talon's hq, but that doesn't really erase the pain.

There's nanites flowing through her system but they don't really work. Not like they work for Angela or even Moira because they're not there to heal her, they're just there to keep her body from collapsing in on itself.

Her blood flow is so fucked she has pretty much zero temperature regulation and any environment that's too hot or too cold or spikes in temperature really screw with her. And she can barely even feel it until it's too late and she's either dizzy to the point of fainting or can barely move. (Yes I see the cinematic of her wearing basically nothing in the tundra. Yes I'm ignoring that detail and saying her uniforms are made to help with that thank you.)

Her lack of emotions was a carefully crafted mix of psychology work and meds specifically made for her that by this point keep her body going just as much as every other bit of "maintenance" she needs on a regular basis to survive. It doesn't always work. The human mind is great and complex and frankly she would sometimes prefer it not to be because whenever a strong emotion manages to sneak past all the walls built in her mind it leaves her frustrated and more exhausted than she already is. She can still make connections, have likes and dislikes, but anything particularly strong is like an unwelcome shock to an already fragile system.

But Talon doesn't really care because she's their perfect sniper and at the end of the day all the pain that comes as a consequence is only there to make her stronger.

And to top it off, Moira loathes how Ameliè turned out.

She didn't have that much of a hands on role in the making of Widowmaker, she's neither a psychologist nor a surgeon or any other kind of doctor that could do all of that, but she has been sort of an overseer to it. She's the one handling the regular procedures Widow needs to survive and the one taking note of how she handles one thing or another. And she hates all of it.

Moira used to be proud of Widowmaker, but after years of seeing basically a dead woman constantly walk the line of barely even alive, she realised that this is the complete opposite of what her idea of going against the limitations of the human body used to be. If Widow was to ever stop taking the fistful of daily meds or the medical procedures needed to keep her body going she would simply die, and even Moira can despise something that cruel.

#see i can make serious hcs too #i say while putting the blorbos through the worst situations #i love her I promise #but characters in constant agony just scratch an itch #widowmaker overwatch #overwatch #headcanon #is Moira a little ooc maybe but shhhhh i love me a morally gray tal ginger nerd #moira overwatch

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professionalranter31 · 6 months ago

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I have more general headcannons for the Overwatch heroes

Bastion has yet to really figure out their gender, they identify as he/him currently because of their relationship with Torbjorn but they are still discovering parts about who they are

Bob used to have a voice but Ashe’s parents had it removed when Ashe started to treat Bob as her parent instead of them, it had the opposite effect that they had intended. Ashe is determined to find a copy of Bob’s voice so he can tell her his stories again and talk to her while he makes meals and hum to her when she just needs a hug

When Efi began to create Orisa’s Javelin update she let Orisa pick out her own hairstyle, there are several hair styles stored away because Orisa went slightly overboard with picking one out, Efi is currently debating getting into selling hair styles to Omnics she’s made so many that she’s become that good

Brigitte had a habit growing up of trying to make mech suits for various animals, from a jet pack mech for a cat to a flying suit for a squirrel, Torbjorn already warned Bastion that she may try to do this with Ganymede, but he also knows that Reinhardt encourages the behavior

Widowmaker’s brainwashing did not simply affect her current emotions, the way that the brainwashers ensured it worked was that they altered her memories of her past emotions so that she felt like she was faking them instead of actually feeling them. Once that process was done then they implanted that she only feels real emotions when she kills someone and implanted the urge to kill Gerard. It also has to be stated that barely anyone knows that she is actually brainwashed, the only people who do are those that brainwashed her, some of them are dead, and Doomfist. So most people thinks this is the real Amelie instead of the fake. Angela and a few others just thinks she suffered a psychotic breakdown

Ana has a small holo disk that holds articles about all of Fareeha’s achievements, from her promotions to her completed missions, everything. Fareeha does not know about this

Ramattra has been analyzing certain individuals in order to create generals for Null Sector, or at the very least super soldiers (this is in reference to the Null Sector skins some heroes have, I want all of them to be canon to the lore)

Sombra hates hacking Omnics, the first time she tried it felt so wrong that she ended up getting sick. The issue that arises is that with manipulations there is always some sort of choice, no matter how much of an illusion one may be, but hacking an Omnic takes away all choice, and Sombra hates that because it makes her feel like the people she’s hunting down to uncover the conspiracy. She was sick for several days after she hacked several Omnics in Numbani for Doomfist

D.Va is a really good at making meals, and I mean like from scratch, it was something she learned to do when first entering the streaming scene because she didn’t want to become reliant on cup noodles and snacks for sustenance, which is ironic because she absolutely sucks at cooking games, which is made further ironic because Tracer, who can’t make a meal to save her life is amazing at cooking games

Doomfist’s philosophy was born when he lost his arm, he cried out for help but no one came even though he could see that people heard him, but no effort was made to save him. He had to force himself out of the rubble pinning him down, and forcefully tearing his trapped arm off to get out. That is when his philosophy first began to develop

Lifeweaver is constantly studying plants to try and find new effects he could create with his biolight that could help people, but the first plants he researched after he left Vishkar were some of Satya’s favorites. She had a small garden that she would trim and keep from overgrowing, with a bonsai tree to round it all together. The first plants he designed and created after leaving Vishkar and joining the Arcology were from that garden, he keeps a replica in his room to remember his best friend

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch bastion #Overwatch Bob #overwatch ashe #overwatch orisa #brigitte lindholm #ramattra #sombra #d.va #doomfist #overwatch hcs #overwatch headcanons #lifeweaver

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foap-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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CoD characters' Overwatch mains

141 + Laswell + Nik + Roach Price: Soldier. 100% That man is a soldier player and you cannot convince me otherwise. He wouldn't know how to play anyone else. Ghost: Dabbles in all sorts, mostly Reaper. He likes the dark, edgy characters, but his secret side-main who he'll never speak about publicly is Mercy. Gaz: Baptiste. But he also adores Ashe. Roach: Cassidy. He loves his voicelines (and his looks, though he won't admit it outloud) Soap: Junkrat. He doesn't care about teamwork off of the field. Just bombs. Laswell: Ana. They're identical, I'm telling you. No further reasoning needed. Nikolai: Pharah. He likes being in the air, even in videogames. ~~~ Los Vaqueros + Valeria Alejandro: Reinhart. He just charges in there swinging and hoping for the best. Rodolfo: Lifeweaver. He spends the entire game bringing Alejandro back from the brink of death and wondering why he even bothered introducing Ale to this game in the first place. Valeria: Sombra. I see no difference between the two. She likes to traumatise Rudy by stalking him. ~~~ KorTac Graves: Doomfist/Roadhog. Likes being tank, likes being a leader and most importantly, likes harassing semi-innocent people. König: Widowmaker. He just wants to be a sniper, dammit. Horangi: Hanzo and Reaper. Spams the most edgiest of voicelines. ~~~ Honourable mentions Farah: Any hitscan. Ashe, Soldier, Widow. Alex: Farah's little pocket-puppy- Mercy.

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marksbear · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can i request yandere soldier 76 and gabriel reyes with a big himbo reader who really nice to everyone and always do anything to help his friends?

Hey I hope u are doing good! And of course you can have this I love himbo readers! Hope you enjoy!

YANDERE SOLDIER 76 & YANDERE REAPER X HIMBO READER

When H/n first joined overwatch everyone loved him.

He was a fan favorite. He was strong, very tall, extremely attractive and a sweet personalty.

Even though he was (class name) he will always sacrifice himself for others and mostly tries to make sure everyone is okay without even caring about the mission.

Most members of the team were a bit imitated by the big man. But that feeling was quickly gone when Tracer saw him pick flowers for the sick Mercy.

Reyes didn't make an effort to talk to the male only watching and studying him from afar.

Morrison was the man who recruited Y/n. So him and Y/n had a close bond that angered Reyes. Reaper hated the way Soldier would look at you, the way he touched you hell even the way he talked to you.

Both of the men grew possessive of Y/n. The two would often argue about you and the arguments would last hours until Ana had enough of hearing them bicker.

Soon enough the men finally made an "Agreement." Basically that Y/n was theirs, but he just doesn't know it yet.

The two would always talk to Y/n at the same time. The three would talk about all sorts of things. Reaper wouldn't talk much he was more of a listener but would still let his presence known. Soldier would talk back and forth adding his own topics and comments. While Y/n would talk the most rambling about anything that crossed his mind.

One day the trio's daily conversations were interrupted by D.v.a.

"Heyy~ Y/n buddy! Can you go to the game store I was talking about last week and buy me this game?" D.v.a asks with a sweet smile with puppy eyes.

"Of course! But don't worry i'll pay for it. Just send me the picture of the game." Y/n gets up not seeing Gabriel's pissed off face. "Bye guys! I'll see you later." Y/n says before leaving.

Gabriel and Jack watch the big man leave then they look at each other not exchanging a word.

As soon Y/n comes back they stalk him back to D.v.a's room. Y/n knocks on the door humming a random tune to himself. "Y/N! You got it! Please come in!" The young girl asks jumping up and down expediently holding the game her friend bought.

"Can't...Maybe tomorrow. I told widowmaker that i'll be her target practice whatever that means. Tell Genji and Lucio I said hi!" Y/n says smiling at her before leaving to go do his promise.

The next day.

Reaper stares at the shirtless Reinhardt with hatred burning in his eyes. Both Y/n and the large German were shirtless leaning onto each other during breakfast.

Reaper knew nothing was going on between his "Boyfriend" and the German, but god it didn't stop his mind from wondering why the both of you were shirtless leaning on each other.

Solider glares daggers towards Reinhardt clenching the fork in his hand as he watch Reinhardt wrap his arms around Y/n.

Later that day it was team training.

Everyone was working outside y'know testing out new tricks, regular work out, teaching people new things etc etc.

Everything was going well until well H/n got hurt. And I mean hurt badly.

Y/n looked around to see if there were any support heroes that could help him out. Y/n was losing tons of blood, so he ran to reaper with all of the strength he had and passed out on top of him.

Reaper acted fast stopping Y/n's bleeding with some nearby bandages and picked him up leaving the training field while Solider 76 follows. Reaper carried Y/n all the way back to his room opening the door and setting Y/n down by a nearby chair.

Jack rushed in the room shutting the door and locking it before checking up on his boyfriend.

Y/n slowly gets back to his consensus not hearing anything Reaper and Soldier is saying. It's all muffled and loud to Y/n.

"Gabe?" The nickname causes the two men to pause their argument and turn to Y/n. "Yes?" "Am I going to die? Sombra always tells me that I'm gonna die from my clumsiness and I was wondering if that's true?"

The two men think the same thing. "Does this kid believe everything hes told?"

Jack begins to reassure Y/n that hes not gonna die and comfort him giving him praises about his bravery.

"Mhm. And besides Jack and I wouldn't let our boyfriend die." Reaper says boldly standing more closely to him. "Boyfriend? Were boyfriends? I thought Me and Junkrat were dating. We kissed a few hours ago and that's what couples do."

"What" Jack and Gabriel say in union staring at Y/n with their eyes wide. "Yeah? I call him babe while he calls me sweets." Reaper opens his mouth probably going to shout and curse, but before that Jack stops him and takes a lighter choice. "Y/n. You can't be doing that. It's cheating on both of us. And it's very rude. So to avoid all that how bout you mostly stay and hang out with us. We are dating so technically for you not to be a bad boyfriend you have to do what we say."

Y/n thinks for a moment before nodding his head yes. "Does that mean we have to kiss now?" Reaper and Jack exchange a look before nodding.

Y/n stands up and bends down to Jack's level giving him a light kiss on the lips before turning to reaper kissing him as well.

"Now I only have two boyfriends correct?"

"Correct Y/n."

Timeskip!

Since that day Y/n mostly spends his days with his boyfriends. Always giving them little flowers he'll find outside.

Most of the team were happy for the three of them and supported them.

But few members knew. Something had to be up.

Ashe was quick to notice something was wrong with Y/n. Y/n had stopped coming to talk with Bob. Even though most people didn't care about that Ashe knew something had to be wrong. Y/n talked to Bob for hours on end almost everyday to the robot and now he stopped visiting.

Lucio and D.v.a sees the way Jack and Reaper acts from afar when someone is talking or spending time with Y/n. They were always somehow there. Hell they were even at the mission Y/n was on.

Sigma knew something bad was going to happen. Y/n and him were partners for a mission one time and Y/n had accidentally rambled to Sigma about the way his boyfriends would tie him up to a chair and leave him there for days. Sigma immediately started to warn others, but half didn't care and only thought he was crazy.

It was a team mission. Every single overwatch member was in it at an all hands on deck type of mission. But surprisingly soldier 76 as well Reaper doesn't show.

The whole fight was gruesome and dirty.

And well H/n. Well H/n was being H/n. He was saving people left and right not caring about his own body and only caring for others.

He brought many of his team members to safety if they got hurt and other regular citizens.

H/n body was overworked and he pushed through it until it was finally over.

The team all stand side by side with each other many people interviewing them and thanking the heroes.

"H/n. I was wondering if you feel pressured as the new guy to thrive and show everyone that you belong on the team? Since your performance today was top tier."

Y/n head was pounding trying to figure out the words for the answers and his body sways around feeling heavier and heavier.

"Uhm... I don't feel anything at the moment besides the headache. But i'm not trying to show off my speed or my strength. I'm just trying to help the people I care for most. Uhmmm yeah." Y/n answers with a little struggle trying to get everything out as fast as he can.

"Another question for H/n! Are you seeing anyone serious in the moment. Because it was sightings of you with a mysterious woman in a questionable position."

Y/n looks around like did he hear that correctly. Y/n just hands the mic to Lucio lowering his head down.

Epic Timeskip!

By the time Y/n gets back to the overwatch base he lays on Winston begging him to take him to his room.

Winston doesn't argue and carries the big man to his room where his two boyfriends are waiting.

Once the two arrive Y/n slides off of him wishing him goodnight before unlocking the door and walking in shutting and locking it behind him.

The place is quiet and dark.

Y/n walks to his bedroom taking off his hero costume before putting on more casual clothes. Y/n basically collapses on the bed breathing heaving and nervously when he feels eyes on him.

"Y/n. Who is she? DON'T even bother lying because I already know." "My ex..." "And why were you with your ex?" "Because she wanted to ask me something..." "Mind explaining why she was on your lap." Reaper takes Y/n's arms tying them up as Jack ties up his legs.

"I don't know! She said she missed me! Please gabe! I don't wanna do this again. It wasn't my fault." Y/n pleas feeling himself getting picked up off the bed.

"I know cariño~ I know. Just that me and Jack are gonna pay her a visit." Reaper sits Y/n down tying up to a chair before picking up the chair and taking it to a closet.

"This is for your own good Y/n."

"We know what's best for you."

THE END!

#x male reader #male reader #overwatch x male reader #overwatch #reaper x male reader #soldier 76 #soldier 76 x male reader #the bear club

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