#widowmaker fluff

Rain droplets pelted against the window as you sat quietly on your bed with a blanket wrapped tightly around you. Eyes focused on the Eiffel Tower just in the distance, almost in arm's reach. Thunder shook you to your core as you battled with your self-will to stay awake until the lights on the historical piece would shut off. Thankfully, with it being Summer, you had until 2 AM to just sit and stare. A smile stays etched on your lips, enjoying this bit of time every night.

Coming to Paris had never been a goal of yours. Hell, you might’ve stayed in Hawaii and waited out the rest of your life there. But you weren’t that hard of a girl to convince to do something. Neither were your emotions so easily able to take the wheel sometimes. It was the latter that brought you here after all. Love charting your course after all that it’s done for you.

But, if you were going to be killed because of your past, might as well have it happen somewhere nice, right?

A soft hand ran up your thigh. Your eyes flicker down to spot the blue flesh of your lover running sensually up and down your skin. Turning your head over your shoulder, flashing your soft smile at Amélie, who seemed to have woken up from her sleep. Her eyes squinted as she stared up at you, lips curving into a lazy smile.

“Why are you up, mon amour?” She hummed, thumb tracing slow circles into your skin as you looked back towards the Eiffel Tower.

“I always love the way the lights look in the dark,” you answered. “I can’t help but just sit here and watch. It's one of the great things about moving here, you know?”

Amélie felt her heart warm at the sight of you looking back at her wearing that cute smile of yours. She met you a year ago when you were out shopping for baking ingredients. It was your Uncle’s birthday coming up and you were hoping to make something for him. Of course, she had been on a job at the time and she spotted you. Feeling some type of magical pull towards you. She got diverted from her mission, but it was the greatest screw-up she could’ve ever made.

Her eyes flickered down to your right shoulder and her smile slowly fell. Able to see the specks of red beginning to soak the blanket you had around you. “Y/n, your shoulder.”

You glanced down seeing the mess and groaned. Yanking the blanket of said shoulder and revealing the large wound where your arm was missing. You didn’t feel it from the constant numbing resolution Angela had been sending you. She said that it would eventually heal the wound to a point where it wasn’t needed to be treated all the time. It’s been a year since then and there have been no positives besides the pain that is drowned out.

Amélie slid out of bed, her bare body moving across the bedroom to the bathroom where she grabbed the medkit. Made her way over and placed the bag down in front of you as she quickly turned and grabbed a random shirt off the floor. Slipping that on, she walked over and took a seat beside you. Unzipping the bag and began to hum a little melody that made your lips slightly quirk up into a smile.

“Babe, you should go to bed,” you muttered. “We both know you have work in the morning. You should just enjoy this time to sleep, ‘kay?”

The woman pursed her lips, eyes flickering up to you but then going back down to the bag. “I can only sleep if you sleep.” The Assassin laughed- she actually laughed- and shook her head as she ran a hand through her luscious, dark navy locks. “I can’t do much without you by my side nowadays, aimer.” She confessed, glancing up at you shyly from the affectionate comment.

But you just smiled adoringly at the woman, feeling your heart grow 10 sizes just from the comment. “Do I make it hard for you to breathe when I am not around?” You asked teasingly.

“Well, I’ll say, in the bedroom, I think we both make it hard-”

You slapped her shoulder as she laughed in amusement as the woman grinned amusingly. Leaning forward with her hand cupping your cheek and pecking your lips. “But always, aimer. Je ne peux pas penser sans toi.” The way that anything french slid off her tongue sent shivers down your body. Thankfully, you’d gotten a hand on hiding the effect by giving a soft smile in return.

She carefully grabbed some tweezers and grabbed some cotton she’d dabbed in peroxide. Another great thing about the resolution was that you didn’t feel the stinging sensation of the peroxide on the slowly healing wound. You just watched as your girlfriend carefully work cleaning it up and rebandaging it.

“May I ask you something, amoureuse?” She muttered.

You sighed with pursed lips. “Can I stop you?” She sent you a tiny glare and you huffed. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“What happened?” The question was accompanied by her tucking the cut-off end of the bandage and placing her hands in her lap. Watching your lips part, trying to find the start of an explanation for your life-changing injury.

But the truth was, she was what happened. Widowmaker was what happened. You remember the day quite clearly. You’d been on a mission with Lena. It was your final mission with Overwatch before you were retiring to go live your life. The mission was in Ireland and the job was to escort the Prime Minister to a summit and back to his base.

You remember the crowd cheering and the Prime Minister preaching about the Ominic’s earning rights. The place was crowded, but you had noticed Widowmaker half a mile away - Not to mention the red dot on the Prime Minister’s chest. You don’t know what type of spirit possessed you, but you saved the Prime Minister at the cost of your arm.

So, at times, the fact that you were sleeping with (and in love) with the woman that took that piece of you did confuse you. But what surprised you the most was a whole year later that she ambushed you suddenly. Smiling at you and flirting in that annoyingly sexy french tone of hers. It was like her memories of that day had been wiped away.

And now, seeing what you and Amélie have created, you didn’t want to ruin that. Either way, you trusted her with your life now. Overwatch was behind you and you could care less what they did or what Talon did. All you wanted was insurance that no matter what, Amélie would stay forever. No matter how traumatizing it could be seeing her suit up before she goes out on a mission. The sight of the purple suit glinting in the sun has already been burned in your mind.

Giving a forced smile, you chuckled. “I was a Delta operator for 10 years. I was deployed during the Omnic Crisis,” you explained, feeling your girlfriend's eyes focused solely on you. You were internally hoping she didn’t call your bluff. Or she already remembered and was interested in what you would say. Maybe it was all some sort of game to her.

“It had been an evacuation of New York,” you continued. “I was going through the city with my squad searching for survivors. Somewhere Downtown, we got ambushed. I- I tried to save them, but an OR-15 bot shot my arm off. Overwatch showed up before it was too late to save my squad.”

You hated that you were lying to her. You wished to tell her the truth, but you knew what could come if you did. She could kill you if she thought you to be using her or worse. After all, this, if things did come around to her killing you, it would only be fate. But you didn’t want that to happen just yet. You wanted your time with her a little longer before she’d eventually find out about the truth.

“I’m so sorry, mon amour.” She placed a hand over yours, running her thumb over your knuckles. “I didn’t know- I-”

“Baby, it’s fine.” You kissed her softly. “It’s behind me. I have you to keep me safe now.”