#widowtracer fic

[shadowkira]

Widowtracer Fic Recs:

AUs:

The Huntress by Mizu7 (E) (32) (vampire!Widow) (AO3)

Action / Mission Related:

Like A Dangerous Woman by doribuki (E) (1) (hard light dildo) (violence + sex) (AO3)

London Calling by SectoBoss (T) (16) (AO3)

Angst:

Fly on the Wall by Mizu7 (E) (6) (AO3)

Comedy:

Faux Pas by bzarcher (E) (3) (AO3)

PWP:

By the Skin of Your Teeth by doribuki (E) (1) (AO3)

Heat Signature by mylordshesacactus (M) (1) (AO3)

In Ruin, in Rapture by doribuki (E) (1) (AO3)

Quickshot by Blackrising (E) (1) (trans!Tracer) (AO3)

[smolperidot]

consider commissioning me. put down my cat, and i was short $50. they helped me out and are allowing me to pay the difference within a week, then it goes into collections. anything helps. i'd really appreciate it. reblog if you can? 💜

dm if interested. my online handles are dotfuls and smolperidot to avoid confusion.

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[turbo-toast]

It is finally done.

After years of getting stuck in rewrite hell, I've managed to rewrite or heavily edit my first ever fic, They Made Their Own Nightmare, to the point that I'm happy to continue posting it. If you haven't read it and like Widowtracer, here it is:

They Made Their Own Nightmare on AO3

[arrow44]

Hiiiii! Chapter three of my Mirrorwatch #widowtracer fic is posted and ready for reading 😊 Sorry for the long wait, lol. The writing juice was uhh... not juicing.

Please let me know what you think! I'd love to hear your thoughts.

[roosinii]

Me: How many Widowtracer fics do you have AO3?

AO3: 1,371

Me: Excellent! How about Sombracer? How many of those do you have for my perusal?

AO3: 49

Me: Oof.

[nitewrighter]

niche ask game: tracer!

a song that reminds me of them: Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles

what they smell like: Tracer, sweetheart, I'm so sorry, but you smell like a slightly fruitier (ha) Irish Spring 5-in-1 body wash + shampoo + conditioner + 24 Hour Odor Neutralizer. More notes of honeycrisp apple and vetiver.

an otp: Tracily!!! I don't know why people are so pissed at the prospect of Overwatch members having civilian partners. Everyone is sooooo fixated on shipping the heroes with each other but Tracily makes sense: You give Tracer a romantic interest that reflects the world she wants to protect.

a notp: I used to dislike Widowtracer a lot more but these days I'm just indifferent to it.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: Besties with Winston!! Also I like her kind of complicated, kind of competitive friendship with Genji in my fics.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: I guess all the grumblings about Tracily. But also I've had people send me asks where Tracer is way nosier/way more involved in other characters' lives than really seems appropriate or practical. Like, she's friendly, definitely, she's a major emotional core of the series, but she is also compassionate and a lot more aware than people really give her credit for.

the position they sleep in: She would be "the yearner" if she was sleeping alone but she's just an octopus sleeper with Emily. Very clingy.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: I'm a little sad that the "cyberpunk" themed season is over because I feel like, given the really old designs for her character, she could have had a really cool skin with it. Like Graffiti could be a cyberpunk skin but with Tracer's leggings and her chronal accelerator they could push the theme in a really cool direction with her.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: Graffiti skin is my favorite!

[swagyna]

girl i have widowtracer fics in the deep depths of my ao3 history…

[andi-is-bored]

thank you for the tag sky!!!

last song i listened to: are you satisfied? by marina

currently reading: cinder by marissa meyer, the lightning thief by rick riordan, grim volume 2 by stephanie phillips, so many fics i can’t even count (the mains right now are a starwars fic, any widowtracer fics i can find that aren’t weird, and the majority of the locklyle tag on ao3) :::)

currently watching: lilsimsies nightmare legacy series on youtube loll

currently obsessed with: olivia rodrigo, the sims 4, and overwatch 2 (the overwatch phase always kicks up when a new season starts) oh yeah and my discord spouses <333

TAGGING (no pressure <3) @halucynator @fresasconsal @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @dangerousbithespian @someforeignband @weeping-in-the-willows @animallover4000 @foaming-sea @the-red-archer and anyone else who wants to do this!! <333

i was tagged by @davidtennantgenderenvy (thank you my beloved 🫶🏻)

get to know you game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better!

last song i listened is: so it goes… by taylor swift (fork found in kitchen)

currently reading: the midnight library by matt haig

currently watching: buffy the vampire slayer (though not much this week cause i’ve been working)

currently obsessed with: taylor swift and my faerie story cause i’m explaining it to my friend and we’re getting excited over coming up with insane ideas for it… also royai

i’m going to tag nine people but do not feel pressured to do it: @littlewitchbee @evermoredeluxe @youareinlove @missegyptiana @youllalwaysfindyourwaybackhome @wouldvebeensweet @heystephen @paqerings @mosaic-broken-hearts17

[shrimpin-b-simpin]

i kinda wrote some widowtracer fanfic for the first time so im gonna post it here. give me some feedback if you want. 

She was about two seconds away from murdering her. But then again, she always was. Lena’s incessant bantering had plagued her for far too long. On many occasions it almost drove her to a premature completion her task. The day would come when her orders were given but for now she was required to deal with the annoying, British imbecile.

“Hey now, look. I’m not saying that you can’t do what you love as a profession, but trying to make money from playing video games is pretty dumb.” The girl gave Amelie a cocky look that dared her to challenge.

She glanced over where Lena was sitting, and gave her most evil glare. “I make money by being here. Therefore I am making money playing video games. Now do shut up.” She had to focus on the enemy in front of her. She couldn’t risk losing the match. This was her first tournament where victory meant she could win real compensation. She flicked her arm and clicked on the mouse while mashing buttons on the keyboard. Another clean headshot.

Lena let out a groan and started rapping her fingers against the wall. Over the course of a week Amelie learned how hard it was for her to sit still and be quiet. The annoyance was like a high maintenance puppy; she requires constant attention if you don’t want to deal with her getting into trouble. Amelie had never owned a dog. She wasn’t for the idea of having something that cannot help itself.

Yet here she was, a trained assassin, forced into this highly undesirable mission because she was still a newcomer in her field. One day she would work her way up the ranks until she was the one giving orders. The schmuck that continued to underestimate her and give her these horrid assignments would find himself employed at K-Mart. Or dead. One of the two. Retail jobs and death are about equivalent. The notion made her grin as she picked off another enemy in her game.

For now she had to deal. She had originally been stationed as Lena’s bodyguard while her father was away doing business. He had been in close company with her organization for years doing whatever it was he did. Something with weapons. She didn't know the specifics, and why would they tell a grunt like her? All she knew was that while he was away plans had changed. He apparently failed to deliver what he promised, and if the deadline were to expire then her orders were to take out the girl. He had only a couple of weeks. Good enough incentive to get him going. He seemed like a nice guy who cared about the girl; enough to get in trouble with one of the most dangerous group of criminals.

Of course Lena was unaware of the truth. Incidents like these had been a constant occurrence in her life. Her father had fed her lies about what he did so he would still look noble to his precious daughter. On the day he left he told her: “I have a very important job therefore I make lots of enemies. But don’t worry about me I have good people keeping me safe. The same people who will be keeping you safe while I’m away.” His words were a complete fabrication. And due to the abnormality of her father’s work life the girl never had a typical childhood. She was raised more so by nannies and bodyguards than by her father. He had been absent approximately eighty percent of her life. And her mother had been gone the whole eighteen years. Of course the only reason Amelie knew all of this was because the little parasite could never suppress her constant need to jabber.

So it was no surprise when Lena started singing. It was from some awful, dramatic musical she had been watching the other day.

  Mon Dieu. Does she ever shut up?“Silence you leech!” Amelie was trying hard to focus on her game. It was a tie at the moment and she was desperately trying to fix that.

Lena paying no mind started to increase in volume. “DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING? SINGING THE SONGS OF ANGRY MEN!” She let out a chuckle in the middle of the song, knowing the frustration she was causing, before she started up again. “IT IS THE VOICES OF A PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAIN.”

Lena observed from her position as Amelie tried her hardest to concentrate. Her callous look intensified as Lena grinned. Then suddenly she saw the character on the screen die, which led Amelie to cry out in fury. She told her teammates through the headset to cover for her but it was too late. Everyone was dead. The enemy quickly captured the objective and in big bright letters the word Defeat spread across the screen.

That was when Amelie snapped. She rotated her chair away from the screen and towards Lena. A malicious grin splayed across her face as her hands hardened into fists. In a calm tone that did not match her demeanor she breathed, “I am going to kill you.”

That was all it took for Lena to sprint out of the office. Amelie pushed herself up out of her chair and quickly followed in pursuit. The girl had almost made it down the hallway when she slipped on the hardwood floor. Fuzzy socks were not good running shoes. The assassin was right there on her. Lena tried to scramble back onto her feet but it was too late. Amelie had pulled her up by the back of her shirt and slammed her against the wall.

The girl yelped in pain and looked up, terrified into Amelie’s murderous gaze. “You can’t kill me cause that’s like the opposite of your job.” She stammered. She tried to move but the assassin tightened her grip.

“Oh really? The opposite of my job? My job does not consist of dealing with your constant BS. I am not required to be your dumb little therapists and listen to your incessant, childish squealing.” She knew that her words were cutting into the girl like knives. With added venom she spat, “I am not your friend. I am only here to make sure that no one kills you.”

“No one is going to kill me! No one is ever gonna kill me!” Lena pushed her tormentor off of her and continued. “My father doesn’t even care about me and all he does is stick me with you people all the time. If he actually knew what I needed he would know that I don’t need to be babysat-”

“What do you not understand when I said that I don't care? Go plague someone else.” She turned and began walking back down the hallway towards her quarters.

“I don’t have anyone else to plague because no one lets me go anywhere or make any friends!”

“I DON’T CARE!” She slammed the door behind her making the valuables on the shelfs tremble. She threw herself onto the bed that did not belong to her. Being an assassin should not involve being a babysitter. The girl was a legal adult anyways. Amelie wanted to break something, someone, shatter a collarbone. The vase on the wall would have to do. She grabbed it from its home on the shelf. It was ornate, covered in the symbols of some ancient civilization and encrusted with gold. But it wasn’t in her hand for very long. She launched it as hard as she could at the adjacent wall, causing it to shatter, bringing great satisfaction to Amelie in her aggravated state. She had doubted that anyone would care about its absence, but sound of hurried footsteps indicated otherwise.

“What the hell was that?” Lena inquired through the door.

Amelie responded, “A metaphor.”

“What?”

“A Metaphor for what I will do to you if you keep messing with me, imbécile.”

“Hmm. I see. Your French voice is pretty.” Lena shuffled outside the door then leaned her back against it.

Are you joking? This job was an actual nightmare. Amelie tried to dwell on the hopes of promotion but that was difficult with Lena making noises outside her door. After about a minute had passed she asked, “Why are you still there?”

“Cause we’re friends.” Lena giggled, “You're just mad cause you’re bad.”

“First of all, no. Second of all, no. I lost because you are the world’s biggest annoyance. I would like nothing more than to end you.”

“It’s just a game bro.”

Amelie groaned into the expensive bed spread. This was going to be a long three weeks. She stealthily stood up and walked towards the door, careful to make sure that Lena wouldn’t notice. Then she reached out towards the handle and yanked the door open as quickly as she could. On queue Lena fell backwards, landing on her butt. She swore loudly then glared up at Amelie.

She looked down at the little disaster. “You’re just mad cause you’re bad.” She mocked.

It seemed as though the bothersome brit didn’t know how to respond to what had just happened. Lena just sat there quietly, with a contemplative look on her face.

Amelie went back to the bed and began looking at her phone, thinking that perhaps the matter had been settled. As long as Lena wasn’t making noise or bothering her she didn’t care what she did.

Eventually the girl on the floor spoke up. “You know, I have never had a bodyguard like you. You pretend to be impassive yet you are so easily moved to emotion. I guess that’s why it’s so fun to piss you off.”

The assassin acknowledged her with a grunt and pretended to be more interested in her phone.She knew that Lena would be the most interesting, yet deserving person she would kill, if it came to that. She might even regret murdering her. Might.

“The best part about it though is that now matter what, you don’t actually get to kill me.” Lena joked as she layed on the floor.

That’s what you think Chérie.

[crazywolf828]

tracer edging fic?

Yeah I read it ages ago like, thanks to the accelerator she'd just keep rewinding time when she'd get close. I feel like it could be such a fun little idea to play with y'know?

[lemon-sage]

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[datenight]

not what you seem

read it on ao3 here

Lena had considered her neighborhood in London to be a relatively safe one. Sure there was often political unrest in the area, but Lena considered the place to be fairly safe for civilians. That’s why when she heard the distinct sound of a muffled gunshot coming from the apartment next door, she immediately called the police like any concerned neighbor would. Only the police didn’t arrive next door. Someone showed up at her apartment instead, and they definitely weren’t a cop.

Words: 2,224 Chapters: 1/2 Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Lena Oxton, Amelie Lacroix

Relationships: Lena Oxton/Amelie Lacroix

Additional Tags: lena did not mean to get sucked into all of this, and AU but uhh not really, Alternate Universe, Femslash, Home Invasion, Assassination, Eventual Smut

read it on ao3 here

[agt-dnvrs]

‪if i could just read something that would be like jim and pams relationship development in the office without everything else going on that would be enough for me to just die of happiness. honestly.

if anyone knows anything like that pls. send it over

ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING PLS i am rewatching the office just to get a taste of that coworkers friends to lovers slow burn

[funnyshortvids]

When you discover nsfw fanfiction and fan art for the first time

[kkglinka]

You just mentioned your talon!tracer fic in the tags of that reverse widowmaker post and I got war flashbacks to maybe the most delicious angst I've ever read. Do you have any plans to continue it in the future or is it finished for good? Cause I would definitely read it if it continued

lol I just posted the next chapter because half assed is better than no assed. Also, thanks.

[graciieuse]

{nabbed this from my twitter. if you’re interested, 

check out the original post! 

come get your fic!}