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Prompt: “👭😘🇫🇷 with Widow” via Anon

This place is absolutely gorgeous,” you breathed. You were standing on the patio overhang connected to the second-floor bedroom you and your girlfriend Amelie were occupying during your stay, hands lightly gripping the carefully twisting railing.

“It is,” a gentle voice from behind you agreed, “but I can name something much more beautiful in a heartbeat.”

Feeling yourself flush, you stayed in place leaning slightly forward to look at the deep blue-green water below, its surface so still it appeared more like sea glass. You heard soft footsteps as Amelie walked farther out onto the patio and, as she got closer, you could smell her sweet but subtle perfume as the scent traveled to you via a gentle breeze. You felt her arms wrap around your middle, clasping each other over your stomach, and you leaned back against her while she rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Our trip is almost over, mon ange,” Amelie murmured, her voice against your ear tinged with wistfulness.

You scowled and crossed your arms over your chest, huffing. Amelie chuckled and crooned at you that your pretty face doesn’t deserve to have frown lines, and you felt your face grow warm again. “You don’t have to go on your mission, y’know. We can just stay here for, like, a month. Then we can go somewhere else.”

Amelie laughed softly again and pressed a kiss to your shoulder as she replied, “You know I can’t do that. My job is important to me.”

“I know,” you said with a soft sigh. Your gaze shifted to the water surrounding the French family home again, the sea glass turning a coral color as the sun set in the distance. The breeze was picking up, so you snuggled farther back against your partner as you continued, “Just come back safe to me, okay?”

“Of course, mon amour.”

Prompt: “😍💍💋 with Ashe“ via Anon

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You were standing on guard by the doors of the vintage-looking jewelry shop when your girlfriend Elizabeth, smug as ever, sauntered over and perched herself against the door next to you. You glanced over her posture as you waited for her to speak; she was leaned up against the large glass door, as if that wasn’t a dangerous place to be in the middle of a heist, with one booted and spurred foot pressed against the glass and her arms crossed in a way that hid her hands. She was smirking wider than usual, and raised a dark eyebrow when your gaze reached her face again; you responded with an eyebrow quirk of your own.

“So...” you prompted, gesturing at her with your gun slightly, “you gonna actually say something or are you just going to stand there where you can get shot like a sociopath?”

Ashe’s smirk widened into a toothy grin as she slowly unfolded her arms. “Hey, [Y/N].”

“Fuckin’ yeah?” you responded irritably. You glanced outside via the glass doors as you heard sirens begin to ring in the distance, adding, “Could you move out of line of fire maybe?”

Ashe’s only response was to slide a bit closer to you. Then she revealed the ring that been hidden in her hand; it was a simple copper band with a delicately swirling pattern and your favorite gem embedded in it.

“Marry me.”

You blinked. “Ashe, honey, that is a stolen ring.”

“Yes.”

“A ring we haven’t even technically stolen yet, actually.”

“Okay.”

“Ashe, we are in the middle of a heist.”

“All these things you’re saying are true.”

Your heart fluttered at the sound of the sirens getting louder, followed by the sounds of vehicles screeching to a halt. “Ashe, now’s not the time. Get out of the doorway!”

“Will you say yes later?”

“Of course I’ll yes later, ya dumb cowwoman! Now move!” The first police vehicles appeared into view and you moved to push Ashe out of the way, only to miss as she lithely pushed off and moved away from the doors.

“Great,” Ashe said cheerfully, tossing the ring into the air and catching it again as she moved towards the back of the shop. Smirking wide and looking at you through narrowed eyes, she quipped, “Then let’s get a move on. Not a fan anyway; this looks like a place my good old friend McCree would try to pick up a person.”

Armed and ready to fire, you scoped the area outside the front of the shop before slowly backing away after Ashe; it was much quicker, easier, and cleaner if you avoided a gunfight altogether. At the mention of Ashe’s ex-friend that your group often ran into, you just couldn’t help yourself. “Because he likes old folks, or because he marries on the first date or fling?”

Ashe cackled.

I MEANT TO POST THIS TWO DAYS AGO BUT I’VE BEEN QUITE BUSY! ANYWAY!

Hey all! I came up with this idea somewhere mid-January and was gonna post it then, but I was still working on archiving (still am, unfortunately <’D) and was hella busy with just life in general, so I thought I’d save it for February and give myself a bit of a mini hiatus.

Just a little update after my somewhat sudden hiatus; I started classes and am also raising money to get myself into a new place, so any penny helps from y’all. I’ve reblogged the information a couple times now.