#widowmaker writing

[prokopetz]

The constant rolling disaster that is Overwatch's game development aside, what really perplexes me about how Blizzard is handling the broader franchise is their continual insistence that a canon narrative exists in spite of their equally continual refusal to tell anyone what it is.

Like, okay, the events of the games aren't canon. Fair enough: the games are multiplayer-only, and you can't account for player actions.

Oh, and the animated short films aren't canon either – they're properly understood as in-universe propaganda, not depictions of actual events. That's a little high concept for you guys, but fine.

But surely the comics are canon, right? Well, no; some of the comics (we're not telling you which ones) were canon at one point, but the writing team has decided to go in a different direction.

My dudes, what is left? The weird Source Filmmaker porn? Is that canon? Well, apparently it's at least as canon as anything else!

[cursedpiratestash]

omg i love your writinggg🫶🏽

how about talon hc’s with a reader who on one occasion dodged their kiss because they were busy doing something else? like cooking, doing paperwork, cleaning, <3

Talon x Reader

“I’m busy” Headcanons

a/n: I wanted each to have their own set up so this leans more towards scenarios i hope that's okay! Thank you for enjoying my work I appreciate it a lot!

Doomfist

It was a long day for him when he returned to his place beside you. With you in his company he’s hopeful that you could ease his mind from the disaster that was today

In a tired yet powerful stride he moves to hold you close by the small of your back and kiss you on your soft lips to greet you

When you swat him away he is taken aback for just a moment

Fortunately he immediately pinpoints as to why

As fiery as you were he was positive he hadn’t done anything to cause conflict with you in a while

It took one look to notice you were focused on a game on your phone

He only shook his head with a soft laugh through his nose or a half-heartedly snide remark before he patiently waits for you to either win or lose

Regardless of the outcome he pulls the phone away from you and guides your face to his

You’d forgive him for interrupting anyways

All in all probably the calmest about it and plans to get what he wants when you’re available rather than risking a fight by overplaying his dominant role

Reaper

Not necessarily being the forgiving-type, Reyes narrows his eyes at you when you dodge his affection on his way out

He notices that your movements were frantic as though you were looking for something. When he questions you on this you give him enough of an answer for him to help you

With a roll of his eyes he snatches whatever you were looking for in seconds and presents it to you

He almost scolds you for your forgetfulness as he does so

When you reach for it he is quick to swipe it from your grasp and peers down at you with an expectant look

With a roll of your eyes you grant his wish and give him a smooch before he relinquished the item to you

He milks the moment by pulling you closer to him 

His expression slightly softens for the kiss before he bids you farewell with a pet name and a small peck on your forehead

When it comes down to it he would hold it against you just because he isn’t that big on displays of affection in the first place

Gets over it rather quickly though

Moira

With one of her experiments showing great promise Moira begins to feel celebratory. The next time she sees you she greets you with a tender smile and a beckoning hand

However when you raise a hand at her in a “Just a minute” gesture her face melts into an unimpressed expression

She easily closes the distance between you to look over your shoulder

You’re doing some form of paperwork; perhaps filling some report from the latest mission or something

Whatever it was kind of kills the mood for her anyways

‘Just busy work’ she would think to herself before she strokes the side of your face and turns your head towards her with her index finger and thumb gently holding your chin

“Don’t keep me waiting long,” She would finish with a pet name before granting you a lingering kiss and leaving you to your work

By the time she’s gone you well have forgotten what you were even writing

Anyways she's pretty understanding, but it isn’t everyday that she wants to spend an intimate moment with you outside of your home so it's up to you to get in on it before the window closes

Sombra

Probably had just finished a rather difficult job as she plops down next to you on the couch you shared with her

Almost out of habit she leans over to wrap her arms around you to pull you towards her with your head on her chest to pepper kisses on your face

When you move away she is immediately confused and dejected on a smaller scale

You show her the cleaning supplies you brought out and mention that you were just about to get started

With a quick scan of the room she could tell it wouldn’t take very long

Despite this she gives you a bored look and pulls you back in anyways explaining that you could get started later and that she’ll even help out as well

But for now she really just wants to unwind with you and cuddle while you watch a movie

You knew this meant you two would probably take a nap instead but you allow it as it's usually a good excuse to give Sombra some much needed rest anyways

She isn’t the biggest fan of rejection and usually plans to get what she wants even if it means pulling on a heart string or two

She does it out of love of course

Mauga

It’s a calm day with nothing but the mundane scheduled ahead of you

After polishing Gunny and Cha-cha, Mauga leisurely makes his way down to the kitchen where you were preparing something sweet and light

He greedily sniffs the air and compliments your skill before leaning down towards you, lips first and eyes closed

When nothing happens he opens his eyes to see your back facing towards him as you offer him nothing more than a “thank you”

There you leave his beautiful lips pouting at nothing

His face turns into a mock hurt expression despite how you don’t notice him waiting behind you

“How about a little sugar my way?” He’d ask with a cheeky grin

If that doesn’t get your attention he would resort to smearing whatever confection you have onto your cheek to get you to stop working 

Honestly by then he usually steals a kiss so good it leaves your head spinning

Out of all the members he’s probably the most immature about it and will always find a way to get you to look at him

Will always charm his way through anything and everything

Widowmaker

On the rare occasion that she’s feeling unbearably affectionate is on a beautifully rainy day

She starts by waltzing up behind you as silent as a mouse then proceeding to wrap her arms around your waist, trailing one hand up your throat to push your face towards hers

When you don’t allow her to court you in her arms she scoffs as she is appalled by your rejection

You apologize profusely as she stands back with her arms crossed. What could have your attention so much so that you couldn’t pay her any mind

You explain that you desperately needed to add some finishing touches before she saw anything

“What are you blabbering about.” She raises a brow at you. When you show her the gift you’ve been preparing for her, her cold stare turns into something warmer

She rolls her eyes and accepts the gift before allowing a smile to grace her features. She hides it in your kiss as she pulls you towards her by the back of your neck

She will accept your apology this time, however next time she won’t be as merciful 

That aside she doesn’t take it too personally, but she does find it annoying unless you truly didn’t consent

So expect some empty threats until she gets her smooch

Sigma

After a long day of testing he floats into your room where he finds you laser focused on the tv screen

His shoulders relax at the sight of you despite how you hardly offer him a greeting as he enters

‘You always did love your shows,’ he chuckles to himself. With that he makes his way towards you to greet you with a proper kiss

Unfortunately he had gotten in the way of the screen with his rather tall frame causing you to quickly dodge to try to catch the ending of your show

Feeling a little embarrassed Sigma seats himself next to you and apologizes silently as to not cause anymore distraction

It doesn’t hit you until the end credits start to play that you had just been unbelievably rude. In your attempt to apologize Sigma raises a hand in defense stating that he didn’t mind one bit as he knew you didn’t mean it

He only chuckles as you snuggle up to him to try to make it up to him. Things only settle down once you give him a darling peck on the cheek

Literally the sweetest guy about it out of the whole team when he's of sound mind

Honestly finds it endearing when you’re deep in thought anyways

[astarlow]

hello! would love to see widow, mercy, moira, and ashe reacting to their long lost female s/o who was brainwashed. thank you and stay safe!

Characters: Widowmaker, Ashe, Moira Form: Mix Warning: Character death (Ashe's part) Synopsis: After being together for quite some time, s/o disappears without leaving a trace, making their partner reacts Word Count: 2 377 A/n: Hey! I didn't include Mercy because I have done something similar and you can find it here I hope you'll like it for these characters tho! And for the anon that has requested this, sorry for the wait. The draft has been sitting for 3 years ;-; and I just had the motivation to finish it

Widowmaker

🕷️Her sudden disappearance did not concern her, at least, in the beginning 

🕷️As time passes, she does get slightly worried but never will she ever admit or show it 

🕷️She knows something is amiss when even Sombra can't tell her where she is 

🕷️The pain and doubts never fade but she is trained to be a stone-cold killer, she is a fool to believe she could love again 

🕷️The next time she meets her, she's in a reclused village in France. 

🕷️The place where she met her for the first time and decided to spare her. To this day she still doesn't understand why she did it

She walks in the street, strolling down the path she used to take with her lover. It is only memories now, fading where it belongs, in a void deprived of any emotions. She hides her face with a scarf, her blue skin with gloves and not an inch of her body is visible. Only her face is. She stops in front of a church, next to it is a crèche. Her body halts for a millisecond, recognizing the face leaving the building right away.

She watches her go to the centre of the village, to the garden. She follows her from afar, just like a shadow looming in the dark, like the assassin she is. 

She sats on a bench surrounded by children. She takes a book out of her bag, reads it to them and entertains them. A smile graces her face but it is quickly replaced by a frown.

'What is she doing here? After all this time, why is she suddenly appearing before her?'

"Watcha doing love?" This voice belongs to someone she personally knows and not in a good way. She curses internally for allowing herself to grow dull. She didn't notice them coming up nor did she expect Overwatch agents to be in such a small and calm city. Although as a Talon agent, she should be on her guard every time. 

She inspects all of her options, weighing each one of them. Tracer shakes her head, pointing at the people posted behind her. "Nu-uh you're not escaping this time love. What are you doing here?" She stays calm, face stoic as she watches her fading into the distance, ushering the kids to go away. She scoffs, what else should she expect?

"This doesn't concern you-" she raises her eyebrows. "-and I am not here to cause trouble." 

"I'm not believing in a lie, come on, what would a renowned Talon assassin be here, in a small town like that?" That is indeed a question she couldn't counter. If she did, she would show her weakness. She is surprised when someone links their arms with her own.

"Sorry, sorry. I was so caught up in my storytelling with the kids I forgot about my meeting with her." That is a voice she longed to hear, even if she denies it now. She surprised herself when she stays, arms still linked with hers.

"Uhm- are you sure about that?"

"Yes, you must have confused her with someone else. We'll be taking our leaves, sorry for bothering you." She drags her away under a confused-looking Tracer and a furious soldier. Once they are in a calmer area, she scratches the back of her head with a sheepish smile. A pink hue dusts her cheeks.

"Sorry, I don't know why I did this but you seemed quite uncomfortable in this situation and... It might be silly but it feels like I know you from somewhere." So she has forgotten about her. At least, she got out of this tricky situation thanks to her. Should she pursue their conversation? Mingling her with Talon once again? It is a selfish wish. She already had gone through this one time, why should she a second time?

"You must have made a mistake." And with that, she walks away. She doesn't expect her to block her way.

"Then how about I invite you to drink in a little café? That way, I could get to know you truly." 

Ignorance is bliss, she shakes her head, convincing herself she wouldn't drag her one more time through this hell.

"I need to go," she says hastily, voice turning ice cold. If she stays any longer, she won't be able to say no to her. She stares at her form, deflated a bit but a grin on her face nonetheless.

"I'll see you around then Amé!" She almost whips her head around at the mention of her name but she knows better than to do so. It would make her hope, make them hope.

"Such a foolish girl," she mutters through an imperceptible smile.

She doesn't know why she chose this name. Maybe it was those scarce visions appearing before her. Maybe it was because of this little voice in her head repeating the same name, again and again. Once it does pass her lips, it feels natural to her.

Her first love was free and an experiment, the second time was a punishment. She wouldn't allow herself to love a third time. Who knows what unfathomable thing would happen to her? She already lost her memories and it was already enough.

Ashe

🧨she isn't worried when she disappears, not one bit

🧨they are used to living apart, without any info about the others for months

🧨she starts to have her doubts when even members of her gang don't know where she is. She tells her crew to keep an eye out for any info they could gather about her

🧨she curses herself when they don't find her after intensive searches

🧨she'll keep up her job as the boss of the Deadlock gang but she is worried about her s/o, BOB can tell it and soon, the members of the gang notice it too

🧨She doesn't expect her at all, in front of her, stopping to pull out another heist

Ashe always has a backup plan. She always expects something to go wrong during her mission, that’s why she is prepared for everything and anything. Although this time, she has to admit nothing could prepare her for this situation. 

"What's all this about?" She shouts to know what is causing so much trouble to her men. They shout over each other and it becomes a mess to understand what they are trying to say. At some point, she became used to this.

Shots are being fired and she hears the sirens of the police. She reloads her rifle, whistling to get the attention of BOB. She takes a bag filled with loot but drops it when someone shoots at it.

"Boss... we have a problem," one of them mutters and she rolls her eyes.

"No shit." 

They are surrounded by police officers and if she could see clearly, even some Overwatch agents. What on Earth are they doing here? She restrains herself to spit at the face of an old comrade. 

"Of course, I had to find you here," she spat out with animosity laced in every word. He shrugs smugly, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigar. No one is shooting yet, but they all know it'll start soon.

"Don't blame me, Ashe, just trying to figure out why on Earth she joined us." He points at something behind her and she tilts her head to look at it. Her eyes widen before they are filled with anger. She throws herself at her, ready to punch her but she avoids her blow easily. Cassidy stares at them for a moment before leaving them alone. He'd better help his friends.

"So there you were, hiding all this time and working with the law, I should've known you were just like him!" She aims, shooting at her. She takes cover and the rain of bullets starts. "BOB, shoot!" He wakes up from his slumber, attacking all of his targets one after another. Those who escaped the first round of bullets are hit by successive waves of bullets until BOB had to reload. Ashe lets him take care of them while she pursues her once lover and partner in crime. 

She finally catches up with her, taking her down with a bullet in the leg. She tumbles to the ground, her weapon falling from her hand. She stomps on it, glaring at her with her teeth gritting each other. She didn't expect her to cry when she finally faces her.

"Now why would you traitor want to cry? I should be the one upset right now, you betrayed us!" She doesn't struggle, she just keeps crying uncontrollably.

"I-I don't even k-know you-" she lifts her by grabbing her collar, staring at her right in the eyes.

"Tell me this once again, in the eyes." She keeps her eyes on her, tears flowing freely on her face.

"I don’t know you! I don't know who you are, yet-" she brings a hand to her face to wipe them to get a clear look at her. "-yet why am I crying over a stranger? Why is my heart hurting me in the worst way possible? Why is it that my chest hurt so much when I look at you?" She drops her to the ground, examining everything about her. It hurts her to admit that she doesn't lie. What has she gone through to not remember a single thing about her? After everything they have been through. Their heists together, planning them in the dead of the night when no one else was awake besides the two of them, their love...

"I can't recall a thing, but those feelings... Why won't they go away?! I am supposed to hate you, you're breaking the law but- why is this sentence haunting me everywhere I go? Why can't I remember anything else but this: 'Don't work with the law and always punish betrayal'" She walks away, taking her rifle in her hands.

"And I will. You betrayed us, you betrayed the Deadlock Gang... You betrayed me. I'm not gonna let this slide." There is only one way to get rid of this feeling. She turns around, ready to aim before she changes her decision. Although the pool of blood on the ground makes her aware of things she hasn't acknowledged yet. 

"What?" She coughed blood and following her instincts, she placed her hands on her wound and put some pressure on it. Ashe rushes to her side, feelings clashing with her logic. Her eyes quickly scan her surrounding, falling on B.O.B.

"Damn it..." The shot came from him but it's too late anyways.  

"I'm sorry... I can't remember your face and the things that we went through. If I could- I know I'd be more than sorry-" "Shut it. You have no right to apologize after disappearing like that!" Tears are flooding from s/o's eyes, smiling apologetically while her consciousness slowly slips away.

"I know but I feel like apologizing for all the unknown hurt I've caused you... Sorry, Ashe, for everything." Ashe grips her by the collar.

"Don't you dare die on me like this s/o!" B.O.B comes in, scooping Ashe away as the police officers finally caught up to them.

"Shoot at them!!" Ashe struggles against B.O.B's grip but he carries her away from her once lover. The last thing she sees was s/o lying on the ground, bleeding to her death.

Moira

🧪Moira doesn't even notice in the first few weeks, being busy with her experiments and field research

🧪Sombra being her coworker do tell her her s/o has been missing for a few weeks

🧪She's not going to search for her intensively, rather, she'll ask Sombra do to the search for her

🧪When she comes back empty-handed, she knows she's not going to have much luck with her search as well

🧪So she gives up on the search but will look out for any pieces of information related to her s/o. She asks Sombra as well to be on the lookout

🧪When she comes face to face with her, it's a rather interesting conversation that ensues

Moira rarely leaves the talon base. Whenever she does, it's to gather data for her research or to pick up test subjects. So for her to be outside the base at this hour of the day, it's rather a curious decision. News of s/o has been spreading. Thanks to Sombra's research, she has been seen around Talon's base. With no memories of her life. Moira doesn't fully believe those rumours, but they couldn't have appeared out of nowhere. 

She has a book with her, to read while she sits in a cafe. Her mind on her book while her eyes scan the people walking in front of her. She doesn't try to be discreet, she doesn't care about people's judgement. She flips another page of her book and she raises one of her eyebrows when someone approaches her.

"Oh! I read this book not long ago, someone recommended it to me but I can't recall their name. How are you founding it so far?" 

"Fascinating. Truly fascinating..." she mutters to herself as s/o stands in front of her. Seemingly not recalling she's the one who recommended this book to her.

"Right? Ah- sorry, I hope I did not interrupt your reading." Moira observes her every move and words. Anything that could hint why s/o doesn't recognize her. Amnesia, brain tumor, dementia? What could possibly cause this sudden memory loss?

"Of course, not. It is always more entertaining to discuss a book with someone else rather alone. Take a seat. Let's discuss further."  

"Oh, alright." As the discussion progresses, Moira notes some elements. S/o doesn't remember much. She lost most of her memories. She started to keep her memories one month ago. That coincides with when she disappeared. For the moment, it makes sense. 

She still has to figure out why it happened. Or how. She doesn't want to rush this. After all, it'll be suspicious for her if she keeps insisting on knowing her past. She's willing to expand the time of her experiment if it means she's going to have an answer in the end. How fascinating, truly.

"Today has been interesting. Would you like to meet up again?"

[crushedgraham]

guys i cant do this ☹️☹️

[thee-ratbaby]

Hello overwatch fandom!

Welcome to my - x reader blog, after I introduce myself and lay down some ground rules, I'll be more than happy to take your request!

You can call me Cupid, or mod, or rat. My username is from a deleted blog because this is a *super* functional website/app

I am 18+ and expect you all to be as well. I will write nsfw so please, NO MINORS

I've written fic on and off for >15 years and I'm looking to get back into it to grease the wheels of writing original fiction!

I am pro ship friendly, although I have limits on what I'll write (which I'll list later). I don't use labels, but I am against any form of harassment.

Requests I'll take:

- matchups (please provide sexuality or gender/s your attracted to, hobbies, likes and dislikes, notable physical traits, skills and abilities (if you're pairing an oc or self insert) and anything you deem relevant to the match making process)

- drabbles (I will not write: underage, scat or urine, incest, noncon (cnc is fine), or cheating. Any requests with these themes will be deleted without response)

- headcanons (most common, likely, since it's easiest for me to write at the moment)

I don't have a put together dni, typically ill just block anyone if I don't like their behavior or they're disrespectful, but for a few obvious ones...

DNI

terfs, racists, "maps", zoos, antis, exclus, and sigma lovers (/j)

The only characters I will not write for are winston and Hammond, as they're animals.

I will add that I'm physically disabled and it sometimes affects my ability to type, so please excuse if a request takes a bit or if there are typos. My spell check works harder than the marines.

Much love, and hope to hear from you all soon,

-Cupid

[ifeelhuman]

The July Routine That Lingered Into August

— Human

[whumpdreaming]

Hello everyone :) Idk how much of my meager audience is overwatch fans, but I have begun to post chapters of my widowmaker whump fic if you feel like checking it out!

[maranull]

Amélie: Oh my god! Eli! Did it hurt?! Ashe: What? When I fell from heaven? Amélie: Ashe: Amélie, deadpan: No. When you fell four meters off the balcony. Ashe: I don't speak metric. Amélie: 13 feet. Can you move? Ashe: ...No. Amélie: THEN MAYBE IT'S NOT THE TIME FOR FUCKING JOKES, IS IT?!?!

[mugenloopdalove]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up."

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

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

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

[namelessknight]

Random Overwatch Writing Idea.

I love the idea of if Gerard survived the encounter with WidowMaker that Gerard would do anything to take down not just Talon but also WidowMaker without thinking of the implications that holds.

He just wants revenge at Talon & destroying their weapon WidowMaker and avenging his wife Amélie would bring him peace…or at least he thinks it would.

(Basically he separated WidowMaker from Amélie) He tries not to put too much thought into it, all he does is try focus on the mission and that anger.

If you want a comparison, he’s more akin to OW1 WidowMaker with no feeling replaced with just anger & resentment.

I also imagine that if WidowMaker (Overwatch 2 specially) ever saw Gerard again she would be floored. Flabbergasted and honestly show that side of emotion again.

Compared to OW1 she is showing more emotion…more anger at Talon and when it comes to Gerard. A lot. (Example when she’s all sassy to Solider 76 when telling him that Gérard preferred roses to lilies)

So I imagine this confused WidowMaker hiding her new found emotion to Talon so she doesn’t go through that trauma again and finding out Amélie isn’t totally dead…then encountering a angry supposed to be dead French man bashing through a window and throwing a dagger at her.

I imagine those interactions in game being damn interesting.

Here’s some ideas of how that would go-

“WidowMaker.”

“Gérard.”

“Still angry at the fact I threw that dagger at you?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.

“You’re alive…”

“What about it?”

“I killed you.”

She sounds pissed off here in both of her statements.

“Oh pff, You’re just mad that the whole reason that your the way that you are is now a lie. Don’t worry SpiderBuilder…you are still a killer.”

//Laughs at seemingly nothing when in reality it’s a certain someone making her laugh//

“Well that’s not disturbing…”

“What? You used to love my laugh~”

“That was before you murdered me in my sleep.”

//hums a soft melody//

“I remember liking your singing voice…why not sing a little song before we go into battle.”

“No can do. My voice is sore.”

A WidowMaker eye roll can be heard.

“From what exactly?”

“…Screaming.”

“Next time when you shoot, can you not shoot near me?”

“Maybe try not heading in with no plan first.”

“You have to get the job done right away. You made that very clear.”

“And I will make it very clear. Again.”

“//Laughs// Remember that time you got super happy hitting that target at the fair?”

“What? Are you gonna tell me that I was a terrible shot and you would do better?”

She stays very silent a moment. As though in thought or even hurt at that comment.

“…yes. I never miss.”

“Well you missed me, faiseur de veuves!”

“Stop standing so close to me, woman!”

“Must you start every fight when we’re near each other?”

“yOu sTarTeD iT fIrsT!”

“Ugh…”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I guess I’m the new WidowMaker!”

//Gets killed by WidowMaker//

“You should’ve stayed dead.”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I wAs aFrAiD oF sPiDERs-“

//Gets killed by WidowMaker//

“I wish…I wish things were different my love.”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I’m sorry…but history tends to repeat itself…”

//Gets healed by WidowMaker//

“Don’t expect a thank you!”

//Gets healed by Gérard//

“Merci, espèce de porc.”

//Gets healed by WidowMaker//

“Wow! You being nice!”

//Gets healed by Gérard//

“You still care? Pathetic.”

I want to make a separate post about my version of what Gérard would be like if he was in game and also other interaction with other characters!

But this was fun to think, write and experiment with! :DD

[ironchef13]

What IF: Miles Morales entered the Overwatch Universe? (story idea)

Here are Two hypothetical scenarios which Miles entered the Universe of the video game Overwatch and or Overwatch 2

Scenario 1.) set months after Beyond the Spiderverse. Miles has finally got being Spider-man figured out. He saved his dad, stopped the spot, and helped in reforming the Spider Society. He was just about to head home after patrolling the city when he is ambushed by two unusual individuals. One looks like a grim reaper with shotguns (reaper) and the other looks like a spider-themed assassin with a sniper rifle (Widowmaker). After an intense battle spiderman is subdued, captured and sent through a portal very different from the one the spider society uses. He finds himself in another universe (again) and in the clutches of a terrorist organization called TALON. Miles is able to escape however, but now has to try to find a way back home and learn to blend in in a world where humans and robots coexist. He will eventually meet members of the now disbanded peacekeeping organization called Overwatch and they will try to help him in his quest to get home. -As a plot twist I think maybe Olivia Octavius (Doc Ock of earth-1610) is the one working with TALON and the reason Miles is stuck in that Universe -Also, Gwen and the rest of the Spider-Gang discover Miles is missing and immediately begin a search party for him. Which might prove difficult since he is in a dimension Outside the "Spiderverse".

Scenario 2.) Set after BTSV, Miles saved his dad, stopped the spot, saved the multiverse, and is now in a relationship with Gwen Stacey. He also has his own dimensional watch so he can visit his Spider friends anytime. And now since his parents know his secret identity it has made being Spider-man a little more manageable. But then one day during a fight with Electro Mile's watch gets zapped with a ton of electricity, supercharging the watch and making it go haywire. So much so that it opens a random portal that sucks Miles in and takes him to the world of Overwatch right when the Null Sector invasion begins. He then Decides to team up with the now reformed Overwatch to protect the world from Null Sector while trying to find a way back home. -while this is happening Gwen and the Spider-Gang will discover what happened to Miles and try to search for him, like in the end of Across the Spiderverse. But by the time they find the right dimension (which takes about a day or two) the find that Miles has been in that dimension for several months all while training with the heroes of Overwatch. (Because like Miles said in the first movie "Time Is Relative")

-I figured Gwen had a few adventures in the Multiverse while working for the Spider Society, so it's only fair that Miles gets his own as well-

[kittlesandbugs]

Friendly sparring (AO3 Link) Fandom/Pairing: FHR / Argentstep Word Count: 2084 Warnings: Nothing much, just gals being pals and getting a little out of control Summary: Lady Argent invites Sidestep to HQ late one night to do some sparring.  Things heat up pretty quickly in more ways than one.

You're both giggling as Argent leads you by the hand through the dark halls of the Rangers HQ, no trace of resistance at breaking and entering. Is it really breaking in though, if the security system lets you in like old friends at her whim? Legality in the eye of the beholder, as with most things in Los Diablos. 

"You sure about this?" The lights come on automatically with the heavy *thunk* of an industrial breaker as you enter. A quick glance around reveals no windows; you should be safe from prying eyes. 

As safe as you can be with her. 

"Afraid of how bad I'm about to kick your ass?" she asks like she's the mind reader as she pads onto the mat. 

"No!" you say, maybe a little too strongly, as you kick your shoes and socks off and follow her to the center. 

Maybe you're a little afraid, but you aren't admitting that to her, not ever. You're hampered without your armor, even if she's sworn not to use claws. Telepathy hasn't officially been taken off the table, but you can't exactly feign ignorance to her feelings on the matter. Maybe if you stay subtle, you can use it if you need it. She may have other tricks herself. You still don't know the limits to her capabilities. 

She bounces lightly on her feet, the look in her eyes devilish with her sharp grin. She doesn't believe your protest at all; you don't even need to try to see that much. 

A flash of silver is all the warning you get before she's on you. Duck under the punch, your own at her jaw, she deflects, counters with a kick you're a hair too slow stepping back from. It gets you in the side. Not hard, she's pulling her blows. 

Makes sense with her strength, but it still pisses you off like Herald does when he's holding back. You'll show her you're not to be played with, armored or not. 

Looping an arm around her ankle before she can withdraw, you jump back. She goes down hard on her back, breaks the force with a slap on the mat. Her foot flows out of your grasp, and she kips up with a grin. 

"Want to play rough, do you?" 

You cross your arms and glower. "Don't go easy on me just because I'm not armored. Neither of us get better that way."

She rolls her shoulders and arches her back in a stretch. "Ricardo always said you didn't mess around with sparring. Even if he did kick your ass nine times out of ten."

"And who's kicking whose ass now?" 

"You haven't had a rematch yet." She rolls her mercurial eyes. "And kicking Herald's ass all the time is hardly an achievement."

"Who said I was talking about Herald?" 

A wicked grin, teeth sharp enough to cut. "You haven't actually beaten me yet either."

"Maybe. But I can say the same about you."  Your stalemates have cut it very close though. You've been lucky. Probably too lucky. 

"Today's the day, then." 

She lunges for a grab, intent just barely giving you a headstart to counter. You let her make contact and drop your weight as she latches onto your arms, down onto your back, send her flying with a kick and roll back up to find her doing the same. 

"Not bad," she laughs, mind bright with pleased surprise you don't even have to make an effort to read. Did she think this would be too easy without your armor enhancements? Rude. "How about this?" 

A swipe like her claws are out. You duck, counter with a fist to her solar plexus, and that's like punching a wall. She grins and strikes back with a punch that glances off your cheek as you sidestep (hah) and drop to sweep her legs. She jumps back, lunges forward, grabs your collar as you rise. If her claws were out, she'd have shredded it. She dips around behind you, grabbing and pinning one of your arms against your back as her other hand releases your collar and coils around your neck. 

"Gotcha." You can hear the smirk in her voice, lips grazing your ear. 

"That's what you think," you growl, sinking your weight into your feet. Snap your head back into her nose. She swears, grip loosens. Drop, twist and duck into the crook of her arm, check her with your hip to knock her off balance, throw her over your shoulder. 

A normal person would have had their nose broken. You know because you accidentally broke Ortega's once when he snuck up behind you. Her face is perfectly unmarred and unbloodied as she rolls over with a low snarl. She definitely felt that though. Still feeling it, mind rough and sharp and angry, swarming like bees. 

She climbs back to her feet, staring you down as she paces around. You turn with her. No more getting around behind you. A moment where she tenses and then—

Fast!  

You duck and roll and backpedal from another strike. Fuck, she definitely means business now, and without your armor boosting you to keep up, you need an edge. 

You reach with your mind as you make more distance and slide in following an eddie. You don't need to go deep, surface level, just a little twist using the mirror reflection to your left to screw with her perception of where you are, and she manages to stop dead before colliding with it. 

You close the distance when she shakes your illusion loose from her head. 

"Did you just—" She's cut off by your foot in her gut, sending her several stumbling steps back. Caught her before her skin could harden for once. 

"Maybe," you half-admit, because the swarming of her mind knows it. Lying would just piss her off more. 

"Don't think that's going to work again," she growls, sharp teeth bared, eyes unnerving, no longer unmarred silver. 

Twice more she almost gets you and twice more, you squeak an escape. Telepathy doesn't cut it anymore, with her onto your little tricks. You don't want her to know all of them anyway, just in case. She's getting even angrier. Even faster. There's little you can do but stay on the evasive, waiting for an opening. Light glints off her fingertips. Light dies in the six little pupils that emerged after your telepathic stunt.

And then her ankle catches yours and tears it into the air as she crows, "Got you!" 

Your back hits the mat and she's on you, quick as a lightning strike. Hands take yours, pin them above your head as she straddles your chest. Her size always hides her weight advantage, denser than flesh. A cool shifting teases against your wrists as her left changes shape to hold them and her right comes down to rest lightly around your throat. You flex your hands and they're both trapped, tied together, and held easily with her strength. Her claws rasp against your tender skin, not cutting, but not far from it despite promises made to keep them sheathed. 

You haven't exactly played fair either. 

Her lips curl into a Cheshire cat grin as you swallow against her palm, throat suddenly dry as a bone stripped clean. Not a comforting image to have with her. Only one thing in her mind and it's you, flushed and panting and trapped at her mercy. Six little pinpricks bore down into your eyes as she leans her face in close, silver skin picking up your tawny browns and the navy of the mats. 

"Are you finally ready to give up?" 

You nod slowly, carefully. 

"Say it," she hisses, fingers tightening, claws threatening. 

"You win," you say, almost a whisper. You aren't sure if the waver in your voice can be attributed to concern for your tender throat or the fluttering in your chest. You aren't sure you want to dig into how close this is to your fantasies. 

"Good girl," she purrs low, pressing her lips to your cheek, a panther sheathing her claws as her grip relaxes. 

Oh.  

That hits you like a punch to the gut. Heat that was already coiling in your gut slithers its way up to your cheeks as you squirm in her grip, finding no purchase, no escape. 

Who are you kidding exactly? How much do you really want to? 

Her grin turns delighted, a peel of laughter falls from her lips. What's she see that's so— oh fuck, she can see it, the heat working its way through you. You could see it on Ortega through her strange eyes when you peeked in her memories. She can see it in you too, and you doubt she'll let you forget it anytime soon. 

You open your mouth to spit out a denial or deflection or you don't know what, and it stops mattering because her lips meet yours as she slides off your torso to lounge beside you. Between her hand trailing its way down your chest and her tongue tangling with yours, any attempt at coherent thought slips through your bound grasp like mist. 

She lets you come up for air eventually, releases your hands, and her fingers toy with the drawstring of your sweatpants. Her wolfish smirk could put even Ortega to shame. 

You can't find it in you to look away or pull away. Instead you relax, sink into the mats' embrace, and leave your hands where she left them. You know better than to touch uninvited, especially when she's riled up. She draws closer, lips ghosting your jawline as anticipation shivers down your spine. Eyes back to normal, pure liquid silver for now. 

"Ready to switch gears?" she asks, voice honeyed like the sweetest of poisons. 

Just as you start to accept and drink it down, a throat clears in the doorway. Argent's hand darts out from under your waistband like she'd been stung. Both your heads whip around to the door to find Chen leaning against the frame, arms crossed, nonplussed. 

Fuck, how long has he been standing there? He's too quiet, too shielded, for you to pick up without focus. Dangerous. You're getting too sloppy for this. 

"What are you doing here?" Argent demands, as sharp as her teeth. Thoughts teaming to the surface, searching for the trap amidst the chum. No one is supposed to be here this late.  No one was here. When did he arrive? 

"The mayor needed a report expedited."

"We don't answer to her."

"We don't," he agrees with a nod. "But a little favor doesn't hurt relations now and then."

She has nothing to say to that, and it sounds like an argument they've had before. The silence drags on between the three of you, no one moving until he once again breaks spell. 

"So," he not-quite drawls, "what's this, then?" 

"Training." Argent glares, daring him to say otherwise. 

"Ah," he says, and you can see something in his sharp gaze that makes you nervous. "Is this how you plan to deal with Reckoning then?" 

Oh he did not just— don't. Don't fucking react, stay neutral, stay cool. 

"Are you implying something, Chen?" you ask, meeting his stare level and hard, your voice just this side of steady. Also daring him to say otherwise. 

"I wouldn't dream of it." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "Now get out of here. You both know civilians —" Oh, you can hear the air quotes there. "—aren't allowed in restricted areas."

You pull yourself up off the mat slowly, languidly, like a cat that knows there's no consequences coming. Argent is already on her feet, leading the way as you collect your shoes and slide by him with one last pointed look that he meets. The arch in his eyebrow says he knows. But he hasn't come out and said it. You're almost certain he hasn't told Ortega though. Ortega wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut about it. What is Chen's game? 

A thought for another time. Argent takes your hand as you round the corner out of his sight and breaks into a relieved giggle. It's contagious, though you half choke on yours. It's getting harder and harder to keep up the civilian act in public. Innocence in the eye of the beholder, though "reality" is quite malleable in the hands of a telepath. 

Except when it comes to Ortega. How long until he figures out who you are, too? 

[highhhfiveee]

NAZJJDHSBSBSHWH im praying on amelie’s downfall

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me too but not really because she's so hot and honestly she kind of turns reader on (because all of my readers are canonically bi...i am so it just has to be, soz. plus i love women, i wanna eat them up at every turn) so it's very CONFUSING, like "how can you be so fucking beautiful but also wanna steal my boyfriend?????"

paradoxes of life, tbh

[astarlow]

I'm currently unmotivated to write anything long and especially after the devs did us so dirty for the PVE announcement so here are some headcanons, imagines- whatever you want to call this to comfort me from the fact we're not getting the PVE we were promised 4 years ago

Overwatch crews

Slumber party whenever a mission is accomplished. Don't matter if everyone's weary as hell, with Lena and Hana running around you are sure to get yourself a slumber party every month. If said mission isn't a success though, it's more of  a chill hangout with the members of the team Hana, Satya and Angela will bring your ass to a shopping spree. Whether you like it or not so be prepared because with them, you're gonna spend the whole day out there. Honestly though, if you don't like it Lena, Fareeha and Brigitte are by the arcades or the sport terrain near the shopping alley. So whenever you feel like it, you can go there to play with them There’s another tradition going around, twice a month, a member of the team cooks for the rest of the crew. It started with Mei, Aleksandra and you talking about your culture’s food. Mei offered to cook for you two to taste Chinese cuisine which you gladly accepted. In return, you two would also cook your culture’s food. With time passing by, other members joined the tradition and now, Echo chooses who would cook for this month’s tasting food session It turned into a competition when Lena decided to vote for the best month’s food Mei, Ana and Brigitte for the moment are on the podium sharing the first place Lena and Hana have zero points. Lena almost burnt the kitchen once. Luckily, you were there to put out the fire She doesn’t have the patience to wait for things to cook For Hana, ever since she entered MEKA, she didn’t have the time to prepare food. The best she could do is boil water and put it on her noodles. Though, ever since she joined Overwatch, she has had a little bit more time so she takes lessons from Mei and Brigitte. Lena watches but never fully join because else, it’ll turn into a mess Every week, Vivian holds a shooting session training. The best shooter of the week gets a gift from her and is exempted from chores for the week Ana has been exempted from participating in this shooting session ever since she won five times in a row

Talon crews

Olivia doesn't stop her pranks, so either you decide to team up with her to prank the others or you go against her. If you prank her, she will at least remind you this once a  week. "Amigo/amiga, how could you do this to your best friend in the world?" sighs dramatically while placing an arm on her forehead "Can you believe this? My best friend, betraying me..." Or "oh no, the betrayal. Who could have foreseen  such an event?" Amelie is more often than not the victim of Olivia's pranks. It's gotten so bad one time Olivia and you couldn't set a foot near the base or she would snipe you from afar She's "kind" Enough to not use real bullets but let's say you had bruises for the following weeks Moira is a target you two don't prank because you've been under her wrath and let's just say, it's not pleasant at all Olivia does try to get all of you to enjoy some vacation time. She does separate Amelie and  Moira, because she knows Amelie is showing more and more emotions and she doesn't want her to return to that cold emotionless assassin Talon turned her into. So for her sake, she keeps Moira away from her When Olivia, Amelie and yourself are out for a mission or a vacation, Amelie will make sure to make at least one comment on the food. She grew up with the finest food so she knows what good food is or not. You once bought her a baguette from a supermarket, she did not appreciate it. She could have stopped if not for  Olivia's intervention "It's just a baguette, how bad can it be?" And that's how you all three didn't get any sleep because of Amelie's monologue on baguette Olivia is a lot more laid back so she takes you sightseeing and if she trusts you enough, she takes you to her hometown. She even lets you meet up with Baptiste.

No-faction Ladies

Kiriko

Kiriko is dragging your ass across the city and showing you the finest spots If you're dating, it's one of your monthly dates to walk around the city and discover new paths or stands/shops. Even if she knows her city like the back of her hand, she's still pleased you're enjoying showing her shops you like She also practices her kunai throwing with you. It’s a lot of fun for her to see you mess up so many times. Although, you get closer to the target with each training session and she holds great pride in seeing your progress She trusts you enough after some time spent together, as well as some missions done together, to show you the group in which she belongs: The Yōkai You spend some fun times with them and seeing as they all have some masks, you decided to craft one for Kiriko. Of course, it’s a fox one. Kiriko loves it so much she doesn’t wear it, in fear she breaks it but she places it in her apartment.

Junker Queen

Odessa doesn't get out of Junkertown a lot, if not at all since she got her Junker Queen title. So if you're travelling fairly often, you give her pictures of your travels. "Oi! You should take me out here, sounds lots of fun!" "I tried, you say you were too busy ruling things around here." "Ey, doesn't mean I can't get to travel from time to time with me partner." Every time you come back from your travels, whether it is for business or for yourself, you always tell how you trip went down. Of course, with pictures to accompany your story. Odessa finds it easier to follow if she has pictures in front of her

Ashe

Liz loves to experiment with her outfits, if you have any good idea she’s going to bring it to life. If one of your ideas doesn’t please her, she’s going to give you interesting feedback. She is a firm believer in constructive criticism She often asks BOB to watch over you when she’s gone for a heist but sometimes, it does seem like you’re the babysitter You teach BOB about some customs he might not have been aware of. It’s a lot of fun watching him learn new things

ps: i still have a lot of asks from the 700 celebration event, I'll try to get to it as soon as i am a little bit more free

[crushedgraham]

Requests are OPEN (mb guys i thought i would be writing a lot more than i have been...)

Rules:

I will write from the perspective of a gender neutral or feminine reader

Cis het men and minors dni!

I will write smut but nothing weird like pee or incest kinks...

I can write g!p just specify!

Characters I'll write for:

Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)

Donna Beneviento (RE8)

The Dimitrescu Sisters (RE8)

D.Va (Overwatch)

Widowmaker (Overwatch)

Ashe (Overwatch)

Mercy (Overwatch)

Sombra (Overwatch)

Junker Queen (Overwatch)

Moira (Overwatch)

Haley (SDV)

Penny (SDV)

Amanda Young/The Pig (DBD/Saw, specify which)

The Huntress (DBD)

Shadowheart (BG3)

Jaheira (BG3)

Karlach (BG3)

Lae'zel (BG3)

(I'll add more to the list as I learn more about different fandoms!)

[mehemaunicorn]

Happy first day of Kinktober !!

CW: mature content (sexual references), gun

“Stick’em up.” Ashe’s southern drawl was menacing as the shoved the tip of her rifle into her prisoner’s back. “I ain’t gonna tell you again.”

The woman chuckled lowly, but complying nonetheless. “What ever you say, my dear.”

Ashe marched the woman out of the building, allowing the gazes of the onlookers to follow her on her way out. Hushed whispers were hidden behind cupped hands as speculation chased them out like a hurricane at their back. She was all too aware of the words they were probably saying, yet she tightened her grip on the handle of her weapon, giving an extra jab to the other woman for show.

Everybody was too paralyzed to move, though. They just allowed Ashe and the rest of her gang to take what they wanted and leave. They knew they couldn’t do anything to stop them, much less did they want to. The members of the Deadlock Gang had already made names for themselves as individuals, but together they were a notorious force to be reckoned with.

Outside of the firm, Zeke and BOB awaited them. Zeke let out a low whistle of admiration, slinging his own rifle over his shoulder.

“Damn, Ashe,” he smirked at her, then at the woman she was escorting out.

“Didn’t keep ya waiting, did I?” She snapped, no humor in her words. “I told y’all to meet up at the rendezvous point.”

He chuckled, shrugged his shoulders and turning his palms up. “What can I say? Just wanted to make sure you got the job done.” His words were saccharine sweet, but were laced with poison.

The animosity between them had been on the rise for the past several weeks now. Ever since their last job at the diner went south, he hasn’t let up on coming for Ashe’s spot as the leader of their gang. Even more, he hasn’t forgiven her for getting Bars shot. They were able to repair him, eventually, but he hasn’t been the same. He’s been colder to them. Truth be told, Ashe wasn’t sure if it was the gunshot, or a grudge he held against them all.

 Gritting her teeth, Ashe hissed, “Zeke. Need I ask BOB to remind you of your place?”

As if on cue, BOB took a step forward, looming over him with a blank expression. BOB dropped a hand on his shoulder as a warning.

Zeke growled, not being bothered at the intimidation. “Whatever.” He swatted the hand away and turned on his heel. “Let’s go. We gotta bounty to claim, and I’m trying to pay back our contact from the last job.”

Ashe sneered at his back, but he was right. They were in some serious debt after Cassidy had stolen their score. The only way she was keeping this gang together at this point was through empty threats. But at this point, if they were to walk out, or stab her in the back, there was nothing she could feasibly do.

“Oh, and Ashe,” Zeke added, calling over his shoulder. “If you need backup, all you have to do is ask. Don’t want our beloved boss getting all scratched up and stuff, do we? It looks bad to customers.”

Puzzled, she lifted her gun to examine her reflection in the polished metal. Her eyes were met with splotches of red on her neck. She instinctively lifted a hand to her neck, mouth dropping open in disbelief.

There was a chuckle. “Oh, that had to sting.” The smooth, venomous whisper was directed at her. Amélie Lacroix was smirking evilly at her, her wanton eyes glinting as her chuckle fully turned to a laugh.

There was nothing more Ashe could do beside roughly shove her in the back with the butt of her gun, marching Amélie along as she continued to laugh at her expense.

@flightlessangelwings