#overwatch request

Since i am currently into just sketching from screenshots i wanted to give the oppertunity for people to request Overwatch characters I should draw in my sketchbook. Feel free to ask for a specific character and if you want also a specific skin.

Example:

How would Reaper react if he found out Moira experimented on his kid? Kid is like, late teens probably said experiments altered their appearance too(just to drive the pain of it home bc angst).

Sorry if this is confusing, hope you have a wonderful day/night!

A/N: Helloo! This is such a great request :000 I loooove it!!! I hope it’s what you asked for. Also I need to get up in 5 hours and I have not slept yet soooo…

Warnings: mention of needles (if there is anything else let me know

Other info: reader is around 16/17

Overwatch

Father!Reaper x Teen!Reader (Platonic)

He would find out about moiras experiments because he happens to walk past her lab and hear your pained screams

When entering the room he would see you unconscious with various of IVs and needles inside your skin

He would be too freaked out to be very angry, but he would be angry with Moira

Lots of blaming on himself… poor you, you didn’t deserve this… not you

Gabriel ears perked up. What was that? The halls would be quiet at this hour of night. There! There it was again! Reyes followed his ears and almost walked past the excruciating screams that came from one door. One very familiar door. Right as he stops Infront of the door of his colleague the screams pick up again, yet the voice cracks right after and then silence. Reyes was so tired he nearly didn’t realize who had been screaming.

As soon as it dawned on him he swung the doors open „What are you doing Moira!“ the Reaper himself spoke up, voice loud and demanding an answer from the scientist „Experimenting“ was all he got back. Reaper hurried close, looking at his poor child. That mad women had somehow turned your whole right arm a Transparent white, almost ghost like „You Dare to put your hands on them!?“ his voice was venomous and dripping with anger

His angered Look would have killed at least 10 of his men, yet Moira looked emotionless „you offered me your body, theirs should be no exception. Don’t you see what I created, a little more testing and they might bring us just what we need!“ Moira sounded excited and Reyes stomach turned in disgust. He looked away, turning his back to the female ginger while getting his only child, the only human he was capable of loving of the needles.

As gentle as he could, did he remove what caused the altering of your right arm, only then did he realize that your left arm, that has previously been covered by a cloth, looked alike to your right, Transparent and lucid. When every last needle was removed, he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms. It didn’t matter to him, how big or how old you were, you would always be his baby and he couldn’t hate himself more, for letting that happen to you.

„This is not over.“ his harsh voice echoed through the lab and hung in the air like a threat. Moira simply sat back in her chair and looked at her files. If Reyes wouldn’t care for you first, he would snap that women’s neck like a twig.. yet he decided otherwise and carried you to his room where he placed you on his bed, tucking you in while pulling a chair to your side and sitting on it. He didn’t sleep that whole night. No he blamed himself for not being there for you enough.. and just how much of a failure of a father he is to you…

Zarya

Understands what it feels like to be insecure, for the most part.

Will be as supportive as she can, but her version of supportive is a little more...rough. 

Will essentially tell you that what other people think of your skin and how you look is really not important. 

Zarya isn’t really a people person. She can be when she has to be, but even then she isn’t that great at it. So whenever she tries to give you advice like this, it often comes off more as tough love.

She makes a point to remind you how beautiful you are.

Will offer to get you whatever you need to feel more confident.

“Fareeha? Fareeha, I’m coming in.”

    You wait for only a second, even though you know there will be no response. You’re correct; ten seconds pass in which silence is the only thing given back to you, and so you do exactly as you said and push the door open, stepping into the office with your shoulders drawn back and your breath still slightly shaky.

    In your hand you hold a plate of food - simple things. Vegetables, a bit of protein, anything to keep her on her feet during a time in which she is running herself ragged with forms and weaponry and training. She wants to be the best. No matter how many times you tell her that she is, she refuses to believe it.

    She is sat at her desk now, hunched over a pile of paperwork that you had seen her with earlier on when you’d come to check on her. Even then she’d barely looked up at you, too busy reading and rereading each and every line on the page, scribbling tiny little notes in red pen. Her dark hair is pinned back, only her bangs hanging down which she shoves behind her ear every few seconds.

    You creep up to her side and place the plate of food on the edge of the mahogany desk. She glances at it, tries to quirk her lips into an acknowledging smile, but it falls short and you’re left standing there, looking like an idiot.

    You fold your hands in front of you and sigh. “Do you wanna watch a movie tonight?”

   “Can’t.” She always says it so fast, as if she’s expecting you to invite her out, as if she already has the answer ready before you’ve even asked. “I have some things to fix on my jump jet. I can’t ignore it.”

     “Right,” you mumble. “It can’t wait till tomorrow? I’ll even help you in the morning if it’s that serious.”

    For the first time tonight, Fareeha glances up at you. “I don’t think you’ll understand what needs to be done.”

   “Fareeha, I fix your weapons all the bloody time-”

   “But this is my jump jet,” she says, as if that somehow disproves every single piece of weaponry you’ve ever mended. “Just leave it to me, alright? You don’t have to worry.” She leans forward, presses a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling away and going back to her paperwork.

   It’s not really anger you feel, but something similar. It simmers beneath your skin, and you have to bite down in your attempts to hold it off. This is just how Fareeha is; her sense of justice is incredible. Her need to be doing something is beyond anything you’ve ever seen, and it was this that made you fall in love with her all them years ago - sometimes, though, you wished the would just give you a tiny bit of the attention you give to her.

    You sit down on the sofa across from her desk and fold your arms over your chest, eyeing her warily. You know for a fact that Fareeha can never, ever ignore your gaze - that’s one of her weak points, and she’s always chastising you about it.

    “You know I can’t concentrate when you’re looking at me like that.”

   You bat your eyelashes. “Like what? I’m not looking at you any differently than how I usually would.”

   She slips her bottom lip between her teeth, her tanned knuckles going a little lighter around the pen. “Y/N…”

    “Honestly, Fareeha, I’m just sitting here.”

   Fareeha leans back, setting the pen down on the stack of papers. “What’s the matter?”

   “I literally just bought The Incredibles 2 on DVD and you’re not even gonna watch it with me.”

   She closes her eyes, an exasperated sigh slipping past her lips that has you grinning from ear to ear because you know it’s the sound of victory. “I have paperwork to finish…”

   “You also have all day tomorrow and the day after to get it done,” you reply. You stand up, grab her hand and wrap your fingers around hers. For a minute, she keeps up the stubborn act by now reciprocating the hand holding, her fingers limp in your own. All it takes is one glance at your face for her to grumble incoherent curse words under her breath and finally grip your hand back.

    You grin. “Look, I’ll even make us something to eat. I think you need to relax a little bit, Fareeha. You’ve been running yourself into the ground again, and it’s not a good thing to see.”

   “I’m not running myself into the ground.”

   You lean down, press a kiss to her lips that startles her just enough to flinch back. You raise a brow, and it’s only then does she seem to realise what you were doing.

   “Wait, do that again.”

   You giggle and kiss her again. This time, she responds immediately, placing a hand on the back of your head, tugging you onto the chair beside her even though there’s barely any room. 

    She pulls back first, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip as if to savour the last few remnants of the kiss. “God, why does it feel like so long since we’ve done that?”

   “Because it has been,” you whisper, pressing another kiss against her jaw. “Now, go get your comfy clothes on and meet me in the living room. You’re done working for now.”

requested knight genjis from twitter

Lucio

Lucio would honestly love video games as well, and would probably end up playing with you/against you if it was a multiplier game but if its a single player, he would probably sit there and watch you while he works on his music.You both are quite creative and while I can see that clashing, I can see some pretty amazing apologies between you both. Not to mention how creative Lucio would get with his anniversary surprises and presents. 

Leisure

Note: Morning fluff with the Blackwatch Commander, I do hope you like it!

It wasn’t uncommon for you and your lover to stay past the time you needed to in the morning. Whether it was having an important meeting to attend, a specific location you needed to be, or other business you should prioritize, you always pushed your luck with time. Anything to get a few extra minutes of sleep in, was your philosophy. You were incredibly comfortable the way you two were positioned anyhow, and dreaded leaving the warmth of your bed.

Luckily the sun hadn’t peered through your room just yet, much to your relief. Lately you had been on the opposite side of the bed, the first from the two of you to receive a face of sun. It irritated you to the fullest, quickly breaking you of your dreaming solace, and motioned for you to abandon your slumber. From the carousel of ideas in your dreams would come order, disconnecting from your fantasies to the reality in which you lived. You pulled the covers closer to you, drinking in the calmness.

You snuggled your head further into your pillow, trying to remove any form of thought that popped into your before suddenly having your body pulled backwards. You felt a smile appear on your face as you kept your eyes closed, realizing that your lover had pressed your body closer to his. You laughed softly, hearing him murmur something inaudible as his arms made their way around you. Securely keeping you in front of him, his strong arms rested just below your chest as you allowed him to hold you.

He always preferred to be the “bigger spoon” when it came to cuddling, and would teasingly shut you down reversing the positions whenever you would bring it up. It didn’t affect you too much, as he always felt comfortable against anyway. You always felt safe in his arms, and as protective in nature he already was, it only made it sweeter. You listened to him breathe softly next to you, your heartbeat fluttering at the thought of how much you treasured moments like these. You made a soft noise, one that you hoped he didn’t catch up on, feeling so secure. 

Time quickly passed as he held onto you, and you heard him whine as sun filtered through the windows of your apartment. Daybreak arrived, and just enough sun had come through. Your eyes flickered in the mostly unlit room, and you laid in bed for a moment before begrudgingly made the effort to move. This effort became null as your bedmate kept you securely in place, growling into your ear. You couldn’t help but laugh, yawning softly before feeling his arms release only slightly.

“We have to get up, eventually, you know,” you whispered.

“Mmm… No we don’t.” His voice was deeper than normal, and it always caught you off guard. Too many times before has his morning voice gotten you in trouble, in more ways than one, and you weren’t going to fall for it again.

“Gabriel–” you whined playfully.

You couldn’t help but exhale as he placed his chin on your neck, his beard tickling your skin. You giggled as he placed ginger kisses along your neck, feeling him smile with every peck. You were usually stronger than this, but your resistance would often crumble once he made his way to your neck. You hated it, but loved it at the same time. This was no exception.

“Two more minutes, baby,” he removed his arms from around you and gently began caressing your arm, slowly trailing down to your thighs as you felt yourself in love with his touches. He would repeat this process as you found yourself closing your eyes again, progressively tumbling back into your dreams. It was silly of you to do, you knew, but you were too comfortable like this; too comfortable with him. He murmured something into your ear, though you were too busy submitting to his massaging to make note of it.

You knew the tasks of the day would build up and cloud your schedule later, but you didn’t care at this particular moment. You hummed as he kissed you again and whispered your name before finally resting his arm on your hip and readjusting himself once more. Your backside was placed against his hips as you cuddled, and you could only hear him chuckle softly as he nuzzled his head into your neck. 

Fine, two more minutes wouldn’t hurt.