Ashe x Fem!Reader x Widowmaker
summary: you stumble across two lovely ladies at a gun shop & shooting range. unbeknownst to them, your striking beauty and personality will have them bickering over you like little kids.
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you live in a small town that not many people visit, and itâs even less likely that people visit your dadâs shop and shooting range; the family business sells, trades, and cleans guns of all kinds, with a thorough background check and permit of course.
the customers who do so are more than welcome to practice using their guns at the practice range as well.
so of course, it came to your surprise when your father called you up for some assistance. it was never busy enough where he needed help. your father would usually stand around all day reading the local newspaper, with 1-2 people coming to look at some guns, very occasionally actually buying something.
you told your father people donât really use guns anymore like before, and that it was best to close down shop and do something else.
he refused.
it got to the point where you had to get a second job as a waitress to be able to afford keeping the shop open. itâs tiring, but you know how much your dad loves his job.
so here you were, wondering who the hell was at the shop on this hot summer day.
you walked out from the back to see your dad cleaning a nice looking rifle, definitely not one you guys already owned. and beside him on the table, a large shiny gunâ a sniper?
your dad looks at you, âthere you are hun, we got two customers today that wanted their guns cleaned. look, they even brought a sniper.â
he points down to it and you stare in awe. youâve seen lots of guns in your life, but youâve never encountered a sniper or someone who uses one.
you grow chills on your spine and lean forward whispering to him, âyou sure these people arenât dangerous? why would you use a sniper for self defenseâŠâ
he chuckles, âmaybe she just likes to collect guns.â
you look back down at the guns.
no.
these guns are in pretty good condition, theyâre shiny and seem taken care of, but they looked well used. with barely visible scratches and dents here and there.
âdonât worry sweetheart, we ainât dangerous.â a voice speaks from behind you, making you slightly jump.
you turn around and see two women.
a tall woman with snowy white hair and prominent red lipstick that highlights her pearly teeth as she smiles wickedly at you.
beside her, an even taller woman with a long pony tail trailing down to her round hips, and blue skin? her expression is stoic, but you feel her gaze pierce through you.
you gulp, âpardon me. what brings you two in today? need any help?â
you felt it necessary to just go straight into customer service mode, whoever these women wereâ they were beautiful, but you had a feeling they werenât the kind of people you wanted associated with your business.
the woman with a white bob looks at you up and down, either checking you out or deciding whether she should kill you or not.
she chuckles, âweâre just looking around meanwhile our guns get cleaned.â
âgo ahead, let me know if you have any questions. my father should be done with your guns shortly.â you reply, forcing a customer service smile
god, theyâre scary. but also hot???
âfather?â the same woman asks, looking at your dad then back at you.
you nod awkwardly, âyes.â
âlovely family business you have. you two look alike.â she says as she begins to walk away and look at more guns with the blue woman.
you barely muster a âthank youâ, but they were already far away to hear.
you quickly turn to your father and start helping clean their guns. you sense a sharp stare on you as you grab the sniper.
you glance over and see the blue woman glaring at you, you look away and awkwardly put the gun down.
your dad chuckles, âshe told me she doesnât like it held that way.â
you roll your eyes and mutter to yourself as you carefully clean the gun, holding it differently.
they want you guys to clean their guns yet donât want you to hold it in a way they donât like? ugh, you canât wait for them to leave.
a good 30 minutes passed when you and your father finally finished polishing the guns, their guns werenât that dirty in the first place, so it didnât take long.
âitâs gonna be $35 for each gun.â you tell them at the register enthusiastically, while these women were a sight for sore eyes, you wanted nothing more than for them to leave.
that woman seemed too cocky, and the other woman too cold. both too dangerous.
they both give you $35 each. you expect them to bid their goodbyes and walk out immediately.
but the blue woman speaks for the first time.
âyour practice range outside, is it accessible?â
youâre stunned for a moment, she has a french accent, you were not expecting her to sound good too.
ây-yes. itâs an additional $15 per hour to use since we make the wooden targets ourselves and provide bullets.â
âvery well then.â she says as she gives you $15, the white haired woman following her lead.
your dad approaches the register bright eyed, âyou guys sit tight. weâll get the range ready for you guys in a few minutes.â
he looks at you, âhoney, go set up the targets, thereâs some in the shed i made a few days ago.â
âbut you said weââ
he doesnât bother listening to your response, he proceeds to make conversation with the two customers, clearly happy theyâre putting the shop to good use.
you let out a faint sigh as you start walking outside to set the range up, unbeknownst to you, the two women smirk in amusement and curiosity of your character.
once youâre finished, you guide them to the range.
you donât know it, but the two women stare at your figure as you walk in front of them. you are wearing a tight white tank top and blue jeans to accommodate the hot temperature.
your shoulders glistened against the scorching sun, the two women acknowledged you were very beautiful, but they didnât know they were thinking the same thing.
they both hold onto their newly polished guns confidently, each of their weapons looked as if they were made for themâ probably were.
âalright, here is the range. i set the targets very far back, you two seem like experts.â you note.
âreally, what makes you think so darlinâ?â the woman with cherry-colored lipstick asks intrigued, a slight smirk appearing on her mouth
you freeze in embarrassment, âahâ sorry maâam, i shouldnât have assumed. i can move them closer if youâd like.â
the women look at each other in amusement,
âoh no sweetheart. you are right to assume so. donât be embarrassed. also, call me ashe.â the white haired lady smiles.
âand this lady here is amĂ©lie.â
you feel your cheeks burning up, you couldnât tell if this was just asheâs personality or if she was flirting with you.
the french woman doesnât say anything directly to you, but you constantly catch her taking glances at you which doesnât help your flusteredness.
âenough chit chat, i want to practice.â amĂ©lie states eagerly, as if sheâs been dying to put a hole in someoneâs head.
âright, let me know if you guys need anything.â you say as you start walking back towards the shop.
âyou should stay.â ashe says as she inserts the bullets into her gun.
you turn to look at her in surprise.
âi do better with an audience, especially if the audience is a pretty woman.â
okay so she totally is flirting with you.
you can no longer control your blush, âo-oh, okay.â
you hear amĂ©lie scoff in irritation, âashe, is flirting what you had in mind when you said weâd go shooting?â
ashe shrugs, âwhat, canât handle someone watching you? does your skill crumble under pressure?â
asheâs voice turns from sweet to condescending, amĂ©lieâs eyes glare in annoyance.
âmy abilities never fail.â
you sense tension between them unwinding, a kind of tension you feel when youâre aware two people highly dislike each other.
âthen how about we compete? winner gets this girlâs number.â ashe smirks at you.
your eyes widen in surprise, âw-what?â
ashe laughs, âoh come on sweetheart, donât act like you havenât been giving us googoo eyes this entire time.â
âi am just doing my jobââ you begin to contest.
âso you donât want to get to know me?â ashe steps closer to you curiously.
you gulp, feeling your entire bodyâs temperature rise.
she smirks again, âno answer? thatâs what i thought baby.â
amĂ©lie watches the entire interaction unamused. youâre sure she wonât accept the proposal. she doesnât seem interested in you at all.
âashe, step away.â she states coldly.
ashe turns her head, âhm?â
âi accept your competition. do not play with my prize.â
you almost choke on your own saliva.
sheâs just saying that, right?
amĂ©lie sees your reaction and smirks. itâs been a long time since she found herself attracted to someone, she didnât even know she could feel attraction ever again.
but something about your demeanor, on top of your gorgeous appearance, gravitated her towards you. and she was curious as to what could happen if she made you hers.
you seemed so sweet and soft yet witty and bratty. she desired to ruin you.
âah, so thatâs how it is.â ashe says as she realizes amĂ©lie wants the same woman as her.
ashe and amélie scowl then soon get into shooting position.
âtime to settle whoâs the best shot.â ashe says as she steadies her aim.
amĂ©lie scoffs, âthere is no competition. i was trained by the best.â
âand i was trained by the west.â ashe laughs as she shoots her first shot.
amélie shoots soon after, hitting the target right on the head,
âugh, americansâŠâ
they banter back and forth as they continuously hit the targets perfectly, looking back at you to make sure youâre lookingâ and keeping score.
they throw comments at each other to throw each other off course.
âthat rifle is a fine piece of work, looks a little unwieldy though.â ashe remarks.
âperhaps, in the hands of an amateur.â amĂ©lie claps back.
heavens, theyâre actually fighting over youâŠ
they both end up with an equal headshot score, making them both pissed.
âthat canât be right.â ashe says as she counts the tallies you drew down for every target hit for each of them.
âi- i may have missed some since you guys were going so fast, but overall your performance was the sameââ you start explaining.
âyou missed some? we need to do it again then.â amĂ©lie states eagerly.
âhow is she gonna set up more targets? thereâs none left.â ashe exclaims, pointing at the barely standing wooden frames.
âit is not possible i lose to the likes of you.â amĂ©lie says disgustedly.
ashe furrows her brows, âand i donât believe i could ever lose to some lame sniper.â
âiâll put a bullet through your skull-â
âENOUGH.â you interrupt, catching the attention of the two women who were in the midst of a cat fight.
the silence is loud, and they immediately look away from each other in embarrassment.
you get in between them and grab your gun from your pouch on your waist and quickly shoot all the remaining standing targets down in one smooth move.
they both stare at you in awe.
âiâm a better shot than both of you. move aside, iâm not into childish women.â you state as you begin walking away.
they look at each other in shock before soon following after you. they were intrigued by you at first, but now theyâre determined to win you over.
ever since that day, the pair will pay you a visit weekly to see who will win your heart.
the decision is ultimately up to you. <3













