#widow x reader

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 it’s even less likely that people visit your dad’s 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 don’t 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. it’s 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 gun— a sniper?

your dad looks at you, “there you are hun, we got two customers today that wanted their guns cleaned. look, they even brought a sniper.”

he points down to it and you stare in awe. you’ve seen lots of guns in your life, but you’ve never encountered a sniper or someone who uses one.

you grow chills on your spine and lean forward whispering to him, “you sure these people aren’t dangerous? why would you use a sniper for self defense…”

he chuckles, “maybe she just likes to collect guns.”

you look back down at the guns.

no.

these guns are in pretty good condition, they’re shiny and seem taken care of, but they looked well used. with barely visible scratches and dents here and there.

“don’t worry sweetheart, we ain’t dangerous.” 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, “pardon me. what brings you two in today? need any help?”

you felt it necessary to just go straight into customer service mode, whoever these women were— they were beautiful, but you had a feeling they weren’t 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, “we’re just looking around meanwhile our guns get cleaned.”

“go ahead, let me know if you have any questions. my father should be done with your guns shortly.” you reply, forcing a customer service smile

god, they’re scary. but also hot???

“father?” the same woman asks, looking at your dad then back at you.

you nod awkwardly, “yes.”

“lovely family business you have. you two look alike.” she says as she begins to walk away and look at more guns with the blue woman.

you barely muster a “thank you”, 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, “she told me she doesn’t like it held that way.”

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 don’t want you to hold it in a way they don’t like? ugh, you can’t wait for them to leave.

a good 30 minutes passed when you and your father finally finished polishing the guns, their guns weren’t that dirty in the first place, so it didn’t take long.

“it’s gonna be $35 for each gun.” 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.

“your practice range outside, is it accessible?”

you’re stunned for a moment, she has a french accent, you were not expecting her to sound good too.

“y-yes. it’s an additional $15 per hour to use since we make the wooden targets ourselves and provide bullets.”

“very well then.” she says as she gives you $15, the white haired woman following her lead.

your dad approaches the register bright eyed, “you guys sit tight. we’ll get the range ready for you guys in a few minutes.”

he looks at you, “honey, go set up the targets, there’s some in the shed i made a few days ago.”

“but you said we—“

he doesn’t bother listening to your response, he proceeds to make conversation with the two customers, clearly happy they’re 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 you’re finished, you guide them to the range.

you don’t 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 didn’t 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 them— probably were.

“alright, here is the range. i set the targets very far back, you two seem like experts.” you note.

“really, what makes you think so darlin’?” the woman with cherry-colored lipstick asks intrigued, a slight smirk appearing on her mouth

you freeze in embarrassment, “ah— sorry ma’am, i shouldn’t have assumed. i can move them closer if you’d like.”

the women look at each other in amusement,

“oh no sweetheart. you are right to assume so. don’t be embarrassed. also, call me ashe.” the white haired lady smiles.

“and this lady here is amélie.”

you feel your cheeks burning up, you couldn’t tell if this was just ashe’s personality or if she was flirting with you.

the french woman doesn’t say anything directly to you, but you constantly catch her taking glances at you which doesn’t help your flusteredness.

“enough chit chat, i want to practice.” amélie states eagerly, as if she’s been dying to put a hole in someone’s head.

“right, let me know if you guys need anything.” you say as you start walking back towards the shop.

“you should stay.” ashe says as she inserts the bullets into her gun.

you turn to look at her in surprise.

“i do better with an audience, especially if the audience is a pretty woman.”

okay so she totally is flirting with you.

you can no longer control your blush, “o-oh, okay.”

you hear amélie scoff in irritation, “ashe, is flirting what you had in mind when you said we’d go shooting?”

ashe shrugs, “what, can’t handle someone watching you? does your skill crumble under pressure?”

ashe’s voice turns from sweet to condescending, amélie’s eyes glare in annoyance.

“my abilities never fail.”

you sense tension between them unwinding, a kind of tension you feel when you’re aware two people highly dislike each other.

“then how about we compete? winner gets this girl’s number.” ashe smirks at you.

your eyes widen in surprise, “w-what?”

ashe laughs, “oh come on sweetheart, don’t act like you haven’t been giving us googoo eyes this entire time.”

“i am just doing my job—“ you begin to contest.

“so you don’t want to get to know me?” ashe steps closer to you curiously.

you gulp, feeling your entire body’s temperature rise.

she smirks again, “no answer? that’s what i thought baby.”

amélie watches the entire interaction unamused. you’re sure she won’t accept the proposal. she doesn’t seem interested in you at all.

“ashe, step away.” she states coldly.

ashe turns her head, “hm?”

“i accept your competition. do not play with my prize.”

you almost choke on your own saliva.

she’s just saying that, right?

amélie sees your reaction and smirks. it’s been a long time since she found herself attracted to someone, she didn’t 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.

“ah, so that’s how it is.” ashe says as she realizes amélie wants the same woman as her.

ashe and amélie scowl then soon get into shooting position.

“time to settle who’s the best shot.” ashe says as she steadies her aim.

amélie scoffs, “there is no competition. i was trained by the best.”

“and i was trained by the west.” ashe laughs as she shoots her first shot.

amélie shoots soon after, hitting the target right on the head,

“ugh, americans…”

they banter back and forth as they continuously hit the targets perfectly, looking back at you to make sure you’re looking— and keeping score.

they throw comments at each other to throw each other off course.

“that rifle is a fine piece of work, looks a little unwieldy though.” ashe remarks.

“perhaps, in the hands of an amateur.” amélie claps back.

heavens, they’re actually fighting over you…

they both end up with an equal headshot score, making them both pissed.

“that can’t be right.” ashe says as she counts the tallies you drew down for every target hit for each of them.

“i- i may have missed some since you guys were going so fast, but overall your performance was the same—“ you start explaining.

“you missed some? we need to do it again then.” amélie states eagerly.

“how is she gonna set up more targets? there’s none left.” ashe exclaims, pointing at the barely standing wooden frames.

“it is not possible i lose to the likes of you.” amélie says disgustedly.

ashe furrows her brows, “and i don’t believe i could ever lose to some lame sniper.”

“i’ll put a bullet through your skull-“

“ENOUGH.” 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.

“i’m a better shot than both of you. move aside, i’m not into childish women.” 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 they’re determined to win you over.

ever since that day, the pair will pay you a visit weekly to see who will win your heart.

@saeterniht honey, what I've gathered from your requests is that you're not just weird at 4AM and damn that's a good thing.

Well... Let's get started

Warnings: mentions of breeding, spiders, monster lovers

"AAAAAAAH!" You heard a scream from the kitchen and ran over. Your friends were at your house for a movie night and one of them had spotted a spider in your kitchen.

"Kill it! Oh god kill this thing!" You walked over to the spider, softly picked it up and put it into a corner. "Don't be such a bitch about it. They are just living beings like you and me. Keep your damn voice down. I thought someone wanted to kill you in here.", you hissed and rolled your eyes.

"Yeah? Well they can be creepy fucking creatures somewhere else! Next time I'll just squash it with a broom or something!" You turned and walked away. How can people be so mean? It's just a little spider. They deserve to live too and they only do good things! They catch mosquitoes and flies and other nasty bugs.

Yes they might build their webs but hey! Everybody's gotta live somewhere! And it's warm in here so you'd probably prefer a warm house over the freezing street as well.

You always kept the spiders safe, because why not? There were a few you named already. Gunther, the one in the kitchen. He was pretty tame. Then Helen. She stayed in the bathroom most of the time. You always made sure not to flush her, though. And some others.

When your friends had left, you decided to clean up now. The bowls and stuff would stay around too long otherwise. There was this feeling though.. That someone was still watching. And this weird clicking seemed to follow you around. You tried to dismiss it simply, but that turned out to be harder than expected.

When you opened the bedroom door, you were greeted by many, many strings. Sticky ones and others that you could easily touch. "What the..." Bang! The door slammed shut behind you and it was super dark suddenly. You shrieked forward, tangling yourself into the strings. Then you started to panic. You couldn't get out of this! Your phone was out of reach!

A deep, female laughter caused you to freeze. You looked at the door. Nothing. "Up here, my love.", she said and your eyes found purple irises glowing back at you. Then there was a thump. She landed right in front of you, her hands caressing your face while her... Spider legs were spinning you in slowly. "You've been nice to my people."

You tried to focus on her face, seeing purple skin glint in the darkness of the room, only the moon shining in. "I have made a decision." You were almost entirely cocooned now, except for your head, struggling was to no avail. "I will make you my king. For now." You shivered at the touch of her fingernail scratching your chin. "You will help me create a family so big that people will be afraid to go up against any of us."

You gulped and asked "u-uhm.. Will you eat me?" The spider lady laughed, her legs tapping your wooden floor impatiently. "No." She leaned in to whisper into your ear. "You will breed with me. Leaving humanity behind, showing them the value of our species." Her hand slid to your crotch, chuckling again. "Can I count on you?", she slurred, putting her mouth on yours, kissing you full of passion.

You were dumbstruck, falling for this creature. What you didn't know is that her saliva was poisonous. In little doses it acts like an aphrodisiac... You couldn't deny her, even if you wanted to.

     Youwere new around here, still getting used to the swing of things. You hadn’tmade many efforts to interact with anyone as you felt you didn’t need to.Though, you had to admit, you particularly didn’t enjoy a specific someone’scompany.

     The moody sniper always mentioned something off about you. Not that itbothered you. You could care less to be honest. You knew your place and youdidn’t mind it. But that didn’t mean she should go out of her way to berude. You hadn’t done anything wrong toher, let alone anyone. You kept to yourself as everyone else did and you triedyour hardest to not get in the way of others. But that one woman always had aremark. Okay, so maybe it bothered you a bit. That was beside the point. You didn’tlike the way she treated you and you were gonna change that.

     You hada plan. You were going to walk right up to her and confront her. With your headheld high, you marched into the dining hall and immediately spotted the purplewoman sitting alone at a table in the corner. You huffed and puffed your chesta bit to seem intimidating. She was reading something with crossed legs, gazinguninterested at the words in front of her.

     Slammingyour fists on the table, you glared at her with venom in your eyes. She glancedup at you, not flinching one bit at your act. She sighed, putting the book downand directing her attention back to you. She placed her arms on the table andrested her head on the tops on her crossed hands.

     “What can I do for you, cherie?”

     Her eyes were lidded;looking lifeless as she blankly stared at you. You took a good look at her,your intimidation slowly slipping away the more you did so. You could feel yourheart beating the more you looked at her. You gripped the table firmly and tooka deep breath in.

     “I don’t like the way you’re treating me. I’m not a child,ya know! I know what I’m doing because I’ve been doing it all my life! In factI’ve probably killed more people than you could even imagine!”

     You huffed outand she continued to stare. Her eyes squinted and the long silence started tomake you crack. Your firm expression started to soften as she stood up, clearlytowering your smaller frame.

     “Foolish girl. You know nothing of me. You don’t want to geton my bad side, or that will be the last mistake you make.”

     She stood to herfull height, mocking you with her golden eyes as she glared down her nose toyou. You felt your knees growing weaker the more she stared. You tried to keepposture as you attempted to match her posture. Getting close to her face youmimicked her intimidation.

     “Watch your back, lady..”  For once you actually heard her laugh.

summary: widow is soooo obsessed with you the mere thought of someone too close for comfort suffocates her… and you’re lowkey mentally ill so it turns you on

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“do you ever get the feeling like someone’s watching you?”

“what?” your best friend looks at you confused, sipping on her drink as you guys eat at a breakfast place together.

“so i’ll take that as a no.” you say nervously and clear your throat.

“i think you’re just stressed out, you’re being overworked at your job as of late.”

you sigh before letting out a light chuckle, “you’re right. i don’t know what’s going on with me, i feel like i’m going crazy.”

you catch a familiar figure in the distance pass by in the span of a second—barely a glimpse—clearly not enough to warrant suspicion.

yeah i’m definitely going crazy…

in reality, you weren’t crazy. your intuition was onto something, but it wasn’t good enough to catch the likes of the assassin who kept watch on you.

amélie first set eyes on you during a mission entirely independent from you as a person. you happened to be walking by and she caught you on her scope. she followed you with her scope, staring at you intensely as she held her breath.

you were a normal and very sweet girl. so innocent and kind. it would’ve been a shame if harm ever came your way. amélie wouldn’t allow it.

she waited for you to be far enough to eliminate her target without notice. then she followed you home.

from then on she’s been watching you very closely, you’re her favorite thing to play with.

and she hates when anyone else enters her playhouse.

she’s not dumb of course. she’s obsessed with you, not an illogical maniac.

she wouldn’t kill your family or best friends. she knows that would ultimately destroy what you and her have, you would not forgive her for such a thing.

but anyone else? it’s game over if they stand a little too close to you.

for example, your coworker who suddenly stopped showing up to work.

he had not long ago asked you out on a date after a work dinner, to which you politely declined.

he pestered you a bit about it, making you slightly uncomfortable. but he dropped it the next day—everything was fine.

no one had heard anything for a few days, until….

“did you hear the news?” one of your coworkers greeted you as you entered the room. the office felt different, the atmosphere still and tense.

you sensed the energy and you knew, “did something bad happen?”

she put her hands on her face, “greg is dead. he killed himself. can you believe that?”

you stared at her blankly, “what?”

“police found him in his apartment yesterday, said he hung himself and even wrote a note…”

you knew something was wrong. you noticed that anyone that was even remotely interested in you would disappear from thin air. you want to say it’s just bad luck, but you felt utterly uneasy.

greg was just promoted at the workplace and seemed excited to travel to japan the next month, why would he kill himself?

you took it upon yourself to do research about recent murders or “suicides”, attempting to investigate if there was a pattern the police missed.

you were beyond paranoid now, what if this something that is following you plans to kill you next?

in the shadows, unbeknownst to you, amélie watched you. slightly amused about your paranoia.

didn’t you know? she could never hurt you.

“i’m serious.” you stated, having dinner with your best friend at your place the same day you found out.

“… i’m getting worried about you. i know all these events are pretty scary, but it’s not healthy to constantly think about them.” she explains as she puts down her fork.

“no, no. but don’t you see? first it was isaac, then olivia, then yvette, now greg. it can’t be coincidence anymore.” you plead your friend to believe you.

your friend looks at you in pity before sighing, “okay, if you’re really worried. we can go to the police station and file a report first thing tomorrow.”

you sigh in relief, “that would be good. thank you.”

the same night, you lied in bed unable to sleep.

you twisted and turned, struggling to find the peace to sleep as paranoia coursed through your entire body.

you couldn’t wait to go to the police station in a few hours, you knew you were onto something.

just as your eyes started fluttering shut, you caught just a glimpse of a shadow move from through the curtain of your window above your bed.

you immediately sat up and stared at your window in fear.

that’s it, i’m not waiting for my death to happen. i’m going to the police station right now.

you quickly put on your slippers and jacket. the moment you put your hand on the door knob you felt cold air hit your neck.

you freeze in horror, slowly turning around and seeing your window wide open, the curtain flowing because of the air entering in.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” a voice says.

you jump, feeling your neck hair stand up and your skin crawl.

she emerges from the shadows, a tall slender woman smiling at you.

“y-you…” you could barely muster words from the intense fear you felt in your body.

“oh, ma chérie… do not be afraid. i will not hurt you.” she says softly, yet with something sinister creeping behind her tone.

“who are you?” you manage to utter.

“if i tell you, you will tell the police. mon amour, you are too humorous.”

she steps away from the shadows and walks closer to you, her blue skin hard to miss even in the dark. you are too shaken up to move an inch.

she smiles gracefully, “oh my… you are much more beautiful up close, comme c'est jolie…”

she moves a strand of hair behind your ear and cups your face with her cold hand. tracing her thumb over your lips, she begins to speak again.

“i am sorry for scaring you… i just can’t help myself when imbéciles think they can have you. they are not worthy of you ma chérie, they needed to be eradicated.”

“you killed innocent people.” you mutter.

“hm? they were not innocent. they had tainted and vulgar thoughts about you, their filth needed to be cleaned.” she explains nicely, as if it weren’t a big deal.

she leans in closer and plants soft kisses on your neck, you shudder from how cold her lips are against your skin.

she lets out a light chuckle, “my apologies, i forget about my body temperature sometimes.”

you don’t utter a word, she steps back and studies your face.

“you are angry with me mon amour… it’s okay, it’ll pass.”

“i’m reporting you to the police—“ you begin to say before she grabs your wrist and forces you back to your bed.

“ah, ah, ah…” she shushes you as your heart races—from fear of course.

“ma chérie… even if you do, you know they won’t believe you, right?”

you start to understand the situation more now and gather the courage to speak to her confidently, “i don’t care. you can’t get away with this.”

“they were going to hurt you one way or another, i saved you.” she says as she caresses your waist.

“what kind of sick and twisted individual are you?”

she laughs, “quel sale gosse, so far i’m loving getting to know you more personally rather than watching you from afar.”

you try to get out of her hold, but she tightens her grip just enough to not hurt you.

“that guy… what was him name? george… fred… whatever doesn’t matter— he crossed several lines with you,” she began to say.

“that ‘suicide’ note was not an apology for his death, but an apology for you mon amour. he had accepted punishment and atoned for his sins.”

“you punish people for their ‘sins’, yet you’ve committed many?” you question her, confused by her logic.

“well… i never said i was a saint, did i?” she smirks.

you felt your skin crawl and your stomach do flips. however, the fear had slowly subsided— intrigue growing instead.

you start to wonder… why me? what’s so special about me that someone would go to such lengths to keep me safe?

she was a beautiful woman—the blue skin was questionable—nonetheless, her beauty completely distracted you.

you didn’t have a lot of positive romantic experiences, so maybe that was to blame for your slight interest in amélie despite what she’s done.

you’ve never had anyone care for you like she does.

she sensed the shift in your body language and let go of your wrists before proceeding to play with your hair.

“done resisting?”

you nod and she smiles, “we have a lot to learn about each other, ma chérie—well besides what i don’t already know.”

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(a/n: not too much on me if there’s typos or grammatical errors i wrote this half asleep

comme c'est jolie - “how pretty”

quel sale gosse - “what a brat”