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Shipwatch Week Day 1: Fairy Tale/Mythical AU

Shipwatch Week || Day 1: Fairytale/Mythical AU

The disguise was the easiest part of Sombra’s plan. First she dyed her hair to the dullest shade of brown she could get on the market. Something which invoked the color of dried mud. Then all she had to do was part her hair down the middle to give the illusion of a normal bob. A little concealer to cover her cybernetics and viola! She looked, dare she say, average? But that wasn’t enough.

 Next came the matter of makeup. Going without might not be enough to hide her identity. No, she needed to put as much distance between her disguise and the skilled makeup artist which was Sombra, master hacker. The answer was simple: She asked Efi to apply the makeup for her. The end result was an absolute disaster of clashing colors and unsteady hands. The perfect look of someone who wanted to look nice but didn’t know how.

 The last part, the outfit, was the easiest. Sombra just wore one of Hana’s hoodies. That didn’t require any extra work at all, considering she stole one right after they started dating. Now that she thought about it, stealing each other’s clothes seemed to be a cornerstone of Overwatch. Well, losing a few articles of clothes was a small sacrifice for being on the winning team. Hoodie, bad makeup, and dull hair in place Sombra moved to the final part of her plan.

 The part she really didn’t want to do. Was afraid to do. Would never have done in a million years if it wasn’t for Hana’s sake. Sombra thought of her girlfriend as she reached over and turned the computer on. On the screen was the Weekly Charity Chat already in full swing, the video game Hana was playing right before she got sick, and a video feed of Sombra’s own disguised face. The chat hung for a second before exploding in a stream of confused emojis and violent demands for answers.

 The things she did for the woman she loved.

 Sombra took a deep breath to fight down the part of her mind that was screaming for this to stop, that the camera could see her, that so many people could see her, and spoke in the most American accent she could muster.  “Hello! My name is Alice, and I will be filling in for D.Va on this week’s charity stream! I’m sorry she couldn’t make it but she’s sick in bed and under strict orders to rest.”

 The chat wavered between death threats and unwanted sexual advances before settling on arguing among themselves if ‘Alice’ was the so-called mysterious girlfriend of myth and legend. Sombra made a mental note to destroy all of their computers later if only for Hana’s sake. “I’m going to be picking up last week’s game. Don’t worry, I’m starting my own save. I know better than to step on someone else’s file. Also because Lilith is a way, way better character than Roland.”

 Sombra picked up the controller and focused on the game. Not the chat, not the camera pointed directly on her face, just the game. This was fine. No one knew who she really was. Nobody important was watching. All she had to do was play this antique video game for an hour. Afterwards she could go bring Hana some soup or tea or literally anything that wasn’t soda and chips. She just had to focus on playing.

 Focus on the game. Not the camera. Not the camera not the fact anyone could see her what if they saw her what if they were watching the stream what if they knew what if-  

 “Heeeeey Sparkles! Whatcha doing?”

 Hana’s arms were around Sombra before she even realized the other woman was out of her bed. Sombra only had a fraction of a second to brace herself before Hana more or less collapsed against her. She could feel heat radiating off of her girlfriend despite the three blankets separating the two of them.

 “Conejo!” Sombra hissed in her normal accent. “Get back to bed!”

 “Nooo,” Hana whined. “I have to do my charity stream. For the kiiiiiiids.”

 Sombra looked back at the computer screen. The chat was going too fast to read, only slowed down by the occasional hastily drawn photo of her and Hana kissing. She was honestly shocked that they weren’t no, wait, there was the porn. Hana let out an overly dramatic gasp as she dropped her head on Sombra’s shoulder. “You’re still warm. Go back to bed.”

 “Sparkleeeees! You’re doing the stream! That’s, wait, you don’t, um, camera.” Hana shifted her arms around Sombra. “Honey? Are you okay?”

 Sombra gripped the controller in her hands tighter. “As you said, it’s for the kids.”

 Hana kissed Sombra’s neck, her lips feeling almost red-hot from the fever. Without a care for the thousands of viewers watching them she trailed the kisses up to Sombra’s ear and whispered, “Don’t worry Sparkles, I’ll thank you for your hard work later when there’s no cameras around.”

 “And after your fever breaks.” Sombra calmly moved Hana’s hand off her thigh and twisted around enough to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Now go back to bed.”

 “Ugh, fine .” Hana stood back up and, after wobbling a bit, pointed straight at the camera. “You all better be nice to my girl while I’m recovering! And donate extra ‘cause she’s just that amazing and beautiful and I think I’m going to go pass out now. G’night y’all.”

Dwelling alongside his brethren in the snowy Himalayan mountains of Nepal, Zenyatta lived a quiet life away from the general hustle and bustle of modern day society, away from humans except for the few that chose to seek refuge in their little monastery of Nymphs.

“A closed mind is already defeated.”

When encountering a strange magical creature, their quiet monastery is prompted with unique changes and occurrences that lead towards discovering the remains of a lost magical clan.

What Zenyatta didn’t know was that it was a dragon.

@ship-watch Day 7 Prompt: First Time (Mcreyes)

Lúcio spiked the ball over the net, yelling victoriously when the other team wasn't fast enough to stop the volleyball from hitting the sand.

"I am on fire," he whooped. He looked over to the lone Japanese that sat under the tree meditating. "Did you see that, Hanzo?"

The older man sighed and opened one eye to see the beaming features of his proud lover, sliding his attention over to the bummed out enemy team. With a another sigh, he rose to his feet and put both hands out, signaling for the ball.

"Everyone step aside," he bellowed on his way over to the net. "It's my turn."

Lúcio raised a bemused eyebrow, shifting the Capri Sun straw to the other side of his mouth. "Comin' to challenge me, babe?"

"I am here," Hanzo tossed the ball up and caught it with one hand, "to defeat you."

Lúcio's bemused smile stretched into a smirk. "I don't know," he drawled. "I'm unstoppable out here."

"Unstoppable Force," Hanzo donned a smirk of his own as he stepped back to the serve line. "Meet Immovable Object."

"Now that's what I'm talkin' bout," Lúcio purred, also stepping back from the net. "Hit me."

Hanzo's serve was powerful, but Lúcio's return held just as much enthusiasm.

Their match kept on much like a match of tennis, each spiking, diving and digging with a fervor that would have exhausted any other person.

Lúcio ran up to the net before the ball could make it over and tried to send it back over and claim his victory,  but Hanzo was faster than he'd anticipated, already diving to knock the volleyball back into the air and then hitting it over.

They continued with their battle of close calls and near misses, but as the game wore on, Lucio grew tired where Hanzo just kept a healthy pace.

"I grow tired of waiting," Hanzo teased as he sent another particularly hard spike his lover's way.

"Damn, man," Lúcio panted as he missed the final ball and walked up to the net with his hands akimbo and locks strewn across his face. "What are you made of?"

"To know one thing," Hanzo intoned enigmatically, "is to know a thousand things."

The Prince and the Frog