#widowmaker writing

Im very unsatisfied with these, it seems I have forgotten how to english. Here’s hoping some practice will help me get back into things???

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ASHE

It took a few hits for the old door to finally give an encouraging budge. You sucked in a deep breath and thrust your full weight against it a final time. At last it flew open, sending you with it. A strong hand closed around your arm and stopped you from hitting the foul carpet face-first. Ashe pulled you upright but rather than release you, she instead looped her arm through yours to escort you inside.

“Well this certainly ain’t the Ritz,” She remarked with a sneer.

“Hey, it was you who wanted to escape the life of luxury. Don’t think we could possibly get any further-“

A loud thunk had you and Ashe turning to face the door. The termite-infested woodframe creaked and splintered as B.O.B. tried to join you. You bent to retrieve the hat which had rolled off to now lay at your feet. Brushing the dust off you realised it was actually much bigger than you thought. It was merely B.O.B.’s enormous stature which made it appear comically small.

“Dammit, B.O.B.!” Ashe snapped, shoving him back through the doorway, “State of the art processors and ya can’t even figure out the size of a damn door?”

She took the bags from him and marched back into the room. You stepped forward and gave B.O.B. an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, B.O.B., guess you’re powering down out here for the night.”

He lowered his head to allow you to place the hat back in place. You tilted it just how you knew he liked before stepping away. B.O.B. waved as you retreated until the door tucked him out of sight, but now you faced the problem of not being able to get the damn thing fully closed. You once again flung yourself at it until to no avail. Suddenly it was pulled back and clicked closed.

“Thanks B.O.B.!”

Ashe flung the bags onto the bed and that’s when you realised a whole different issue.

“Notice something?” she sighed.

“There’s only one bed…” you huffed, imagining you’ll have to spend the night in the hallway with B.O.B.

You expected her mood to only get darker. Instead you were surprised to hear a chuckle. A smirk slowly grew and she licked her lips, watching you from the corner of her eye.

“Well, at least one good thing came out of this crap-shack.”

  WIDOWMAKER

“Area clear. For now. Doubt that’s going to last long.”

“Copy that. We’ll keep an eye out. You’re relieved until things get exciting,” came the voice from the other end of the comm line.

“Heading back to base now. E.T.A. twenty minutes.”

You began throwing your equipment back into your bag. Admittedly you could have been a bit neater- not to mention safer- with your packing skills, but the unease that knotted your stomach told you to get out of there and get out of there fast. Something didn’t feel right. It felt like you were living on a bomb and the fuse was getting smaller and smaller. Sombra’s intelligence had been highly questionable of late and be it treachery or plain stupidity, you weren’t going to pay the price for someone else’s mistake.

“Negative. You’re to stay with the asset. Someone needs to keep an eye on her.”

The knot in your stomach only grew at that and you fell silent.

“Agent, is that clear?”

You shook your head and drew in a deep breath. Throwing your bag over your shoulder you left in a lot less of a hurry.

“Clear.”

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You made sure to make as much noise as possible upon entering the room. The last thing you wanted was to spook the world’s finest assassin. But when you entered that wasn’t the sight you were met with. Perched on the widows ledge was Amelie, who had swapped out the skintight catsuit for a plush jumper and loose-fitting trousers. The costume itself was neatly folded atop the case which held her rifle. Her long hair now fell freely around her face and there was a weariness to her you had never seen before. She didn’t even look at you when you entered. Instead her sharp eyes were fixed on nothing, lost in a daze.

“Widowmaker,” you greeted with a curt nod.

She didn’t reply. But you doubted awkward conversation would be any better than the awkward silence. Looking around you could only see one bed. Unsure of where to go you simply…hovered for a moment.

“There is only one bed,” Amelie finally spoke.

“Clearly times are tough, Talon can’t even stretch the budget to two beds in here?” you tried to joke.

“Why buy a steak for a vegetarian?”

Your poker face melted to one of pure confusion.

“E-excuse me?”

“There is no point Talon providing a bed for someone who doesn’t sleep. At least until they’re told to,” she explained, lifting her head to lock her piercing eyes with yours. And like a fly in a web you were paralyzed.

“They tell you when to sleep?”

You couldn’t hide the distaste in your voice. She nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving you. Well that certainly explained why she looked so tired. Shrugging off your jacket you sat on the edge of the bed. Only when the weight was taken off them did you realise how truly weary your legs were. Your back cracked as you rolled your aching shoulders and you struggled to stifle a yawn.

“Amelie, you look as tired as I feel. You need rest.”

She shook her head.

“What Talon doesn’t know won’t hurt them,” you pressed.

“It is not that. Whenever I close my eyes… Talon’s drugs are the only way I can sleep in peace.”

You sucked in a deep breath and tentatively placed a hand on top of hers. The cool touch sucked the warmth from your own skin.

“Nightmares are intimate friends of mine too,” you assured her.

“Nightmares I can deal with. You wake up to a better reality. It is the memories that haunt me. There is no waking up, no running. No freedom. Yet as much as these ghosts plague me, they are all I have to remind me I was once human.”

You were lost for words for a moment before finally rising to your feet. Reaching over her you pulled the blinds closed.

“You’re still human. You’re not what they made you. You’re so much more. C’mon, lets get some sleep,” you suggested, “Whatever demons come I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“The sun loves the moon and she’s okay with the moon loving the stars too.” The warm breath from Sombra’s whisper tickles Amelie’s ears, making her skin nearly threaten to bump up and show gooseflesh. However, despite her hyper sensitive body, the tallest out of the three feels more comfortable than before, and the invisible barbell of fear which had been crushing her chest for the last few weeks has finally been lifted by the strong arms of acceptance and love. Amelie chuckles. 

“What are you implying, Sombra? Calling me the moon.” Another set of warm arms slinks around her waist tugging both Amelie and Sombra towards the shortest of the three. “Well, we both do it. You’re beautiful like the moon.” Lena starts, half groggy from her half asleep state. “And you have a dark side too.” The bassist chuckles, winning the prize of a pointed look from her tall girlfriend. 

“Well I for one find it very sexy.” Lena comments, gazing into Sombra’s violet galaxy for eyes, twinkling with the stardust of mirth. “Oh so do I, chica.”  “But I think she likes it more when we see her lighter side.” Amelie’s skin feels Lena’s lips curl a smirk into her shoulder before feeling the ghost touch of her hands drift up her waist and towards the flat plane of her stomach. “I have to agree there. Amelie loves being seen as perfect.” Sombra chuckles, gently rubbing circles in the taller’s hips. “Please.” The goddess herself snorts, gently slipping her eyes shut and enjoying the treatment she’s getting from both of her girlfriends. “Well, she is pretty perfect.” Lena pipes up again, now racing the latina on who can kiss down Amelie’s neck the fastest. “I have to agree there, even if you always deny it cariña.” 

“You two are too much sometimes.” Amelie sighs, gently running her fingers over the gentle rolls of Sombra’s stomach, playfully squeezing one and observing the bassist repress a squeal. “You still love us though.” Lena chirps, cuddling up against Amelie’s toned back and sighing contently like someone who’s just finished a long day of work. “I cannot deny that.” Amelie muses, shifting onto her back and wrapping her arms around both of her girlfriends. 

“Bonne nuit.”  “Buenas noches.”  “Night.” 

And just like that, the galaxy slumbers in a perfect harmony

Sup! Can i get a Widowmaker visiting s/o in rehab hospital after a failed suicide attempt? I enjoy the suffering. Thanks

Okay so I (badly) combined these two. Apologies for the bad quality I’m still trying to recover from some issues of my own. 

I just wanted to say if anyone is feeling down please know that you’re loved and I encourage you to speak to friends or anyone that can help.

Widowmaker

Clearly Moira had failed. The perfectly engineered, cold, emotionlesskiller did not come to fruition. But what Amelie wouldn’t give to be free ofthis pain. Watching your chest rise and fall with each shallow breath shouldhave filled her with joy at the fact you were even alive. But instead the sightof you seemed to hold her heart in a harsh and icy grip. You shouldn’t be here.That singular light in her life couldn’t be extinguished like this. Her entirelife was spent looking over her shoulder or through her scope for enemies. Amelienever considered that her greatest threat could be the one she loved.Especially in this manner. By their own hand.

A shaking hand tentatively drifted closer and slender purpledigits closed around your wrist. The pulse was faint but assuring. You werestill here. Barely clinging on that precipice. The assassin perched at the edgeof your bed and leant over you. Her long hair fell like a curtain around you asher cold lips connected with your forehead, as if shielding this tender momentfrom the world. She sat upright and looked down at you, expressionless andseemingly unfazed. Her cold demeanour trying so hard to stay up and hide thetruth from the world. Behind that mask she was crumbling.

As you awoke and took those first steps on your journey torecovery she rarely left your side. What was even rarer was the sound of hervoice. Too afraid to speak to you, to acknowledge what had happened she insteadstayed silent. The only break to this silence were sparse declarations of love,whispered usually when you were asleep (or at least when she thought you were).Each time she spoke to you, looked at you, touched you; that mask threatened toslip. She couldn’t afford to show how broken she really was. Not now. Youneeded her to be strong. If only she could do that without appearing as thoughshe’s made of ice.

It was easy for Widowmaker to take a life. Trying to saveone was the impossible.

Sombra

When your eyes finally cracked open you didn’t know lightcould be this blinding. Was this the light at the end of the tunnel? No. No,the afterlife didn’t have beeping and the smell of cleaning equipment, surely.When you finally adjusted to the light medical monitors and crisp whitehospital bedsheets gradually took form from indistinguishable blurs. This fieldof white was broken by a vibrant pink and purple. Before you could even fullymake her out Sombra’s hand reached out and warmth bled into your weak form. Herthumb caressed your cheek and she held you so tenderly, as if you would break. Herquivering lips tried to form a weak smile for your sake.

“Morning, carino,” she said softly, lifting your hand to herlips with her free one. Tender kisses were pressed into each finger. Though shetried to hold it all in, seem strong, she was falling apart on the inside. “Youreally scared me, know that?”

You tried to swallow that large lump down your dry throat. Athousand apologies swam through your mind yet none could make their way to yourlips and all you could do was turn away from her. The pain you had caused her wasclear in her bloodshot eyes, decorated with bags from days without sleep.

“I’m sorry Olivia. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t wantto hurt anyone, that’s why I…I-“

“Shhhhh, baby,” she hushed while pressing a finger to yourlips, “Don’t worry about my pain. Worry about your own for now. You’ve beengoing through all this alone and you’ve been so strong. This moment of weaknessdoesn’t define you. I don’t want your apologies, I want a promise.”

After she fell silent you finally drew up the courage tolook at her.

“What is it?”

“I want you to swear to me that you’ll let me help you. Whenyou’re down let me help you back up. I may not say this enough but I love you.I love you so much and I can’t do this without you.”

With that Sombra leant forward and pressed her foreheadagainst yours. She took in a shaky breath before she continued.

“You keep fighting and I promise I’ll be fighting alongside you,no matter what.”

Mercy

After hours on her feet Angela’s calves burned, crying outfor some overdue rest. Her caffeinated brain had ascended past the point ofexhaustion and she felt oddly revitalised. But she knew that would only lastuntil she got as far as a flat surface where she’d surely pass out as soon asshe lay down. Her watch assured her she had only a little over an hour left untilshe could pass out peacefully. Her aching body longed to be comforted by yourwarm embrace, cocooned safely beneath the sheets with you. After a trying dayshe awaited heaven, but instead it was hell that burst through the hospitaldoors.

Too tired to risk operating, she was delegated to finishingup her reports. Her heart was heavy as she heard the shouts of the other staffin the hallway, rushing to tend to the patient. From their frantic exchangesshe could pick up the clear signs of a suicide attempt.

“Poor dear…” she sighed as she moved to the next file,continuing to regurgitate information as quickly as possible so she could justgo home. That was until the patients name reached her ears and the world seemedto stop. But for just a moment. Leaping to her feet Angela broke into a sprint,letting the pad crash to the floor and knocking whatever was in her path.Through tear-filled eyes she could make out your limp hand dangling as you werewheeled through the corridor. She reached out for you but when she was barely afoot away arms locked around her and she was pulled away from you. The nursestruggled to restrain her as she fought to be free, kicking wildly andscreaming your name.

“Ange, ange- you need to stop. This is one surgery you can’tdo. They’re in the best possible hands, They’re going to be okay, ya hear me?”he tried to assure her, but his words could not break through her desperatesobs.

“I need to see them. I need to, I need to…” she begged. Hervoice came out strangled, her lungs unable to pull in any air. “I need to bewith them, they’re all alone in there with people they don’t know. They’re aloneand scared and I have to be with them, please.”

Dr. Ziegler collapsed to her knees, blue orbs fixated on thetheatre doors that hid you from her. As the tears continued to roll down hercheeks the crushing guilt set in. How could she not have seen this sooner? Shewas a damn doctor! How could she fail the one she loves so much? How could shenot save the one life that mattered most?

1. Their physical weak spots. Legs. They’re long and skinny and those ankles would be delicate af. Also her hair is super long so pulling that shit in a fight is the way to go.

6. Their vices (physical or emotional).Quite sadistic. Gets a thrill from inflicting and receiving pain. It’s when she feels the most…alive. Mostly because feeling pain reminds her she is actually alive.

sorry for the delay!

78: “You’re worth it.”

It was yet another sleepless night of you staring up at theblank ceiling. No matter how much you tossed and turned begging for sleep tocome it just wouldn’t. Another night of being wide awake thinking of her. She hadtold you to forget her- hell, you had told yourself to- but it wasn’t thatsimple. The stifling heat of the blankets was such a contrast to her cool touch,the memories of which still sent shivers up your spine. You could feel an ache inyour chest when you thought about the fact you would never again feel the wayyou had felt with her. You couldn’t even appreciate the happy memories. All youfelt was the hole the sniper left in your life.

You jumped as there was a crash from your living room.Shooting up in bed, you knocked everything from your bedside locker as you blindlyfumbled for the switch of the lamp. The bright light and tears left you blind fora moment until you rubbed your eyes and began to creep out of bed with batedbreath. The commotion had stopped leaving your rapid heartbeat and occasionalcreak of your damn floor to be the only sound. Grabbing your phone whateverblunt object that was at hand, you swallowed that lump in your throat and flungopen the door. As soon as you did your eyes went wide and you droppedeverything before falling to Amelie’s side.

“Oh shit… Amelie, what happened?” you demanded, helping herweak form from off the floor and onto the couch. Every visible inch of her was bleedingor bruised and her breathing was ragged. But despite the pain she still managedto crack a smile when she heard your voice.

“Excuse moi, Cherie,” she grunted, clutching her ribs, “Idid not know where else I could turn.”

Her fingers reached up to caress your face, but it wasn’tthe familiar coolness. Instead they were wet and warm from blood. You took ashaky breath and smoothed her messed hair away from her face, heart sinking atwhat had happened to her beautiful face. But those eyes were as captivating as ever.

“Hold on, I’m gonna get you help, you’re gonna be just fine,I promise,” you told her. Though the twang in your voice gave you away.

“No!” she gasped, hissing as she moved to physically stopyou. You hushed her and eased her back down. “You can’t. Talon cannot find me.Any hospital would but us both at risk. They cannot find us.”

“Wha… Why? Amelie, what did you do?”

She closed her eyes for a moment as she thought back ontodays events and tried to find a way to put them into words. What was theeasiest way she could say that she ruined both of your lives?

“I tried to break free. And in doing so I have condemned usboth,” she sighed, fixing her gaze to the floor. “The found out about you andconcluded that you were a threat to my conditioning. And they were right. Andfor that decision they have paid the price. But not all of them. There will bemore and they will hunt us both down. I am sorry, Cherie.”

You hushed her apology before biting your lips to try andhold back the tears.

“Why?” you choked out, “Why did you do all this for me?”

Yeah this is shit im so so sorry I have a really bad headache and am genreally fucked. I am so sorry about this!

She was a weapon now. A cold tool- she shouldn’t be feelingthis way. She shouldn’t be feeling at all! She wasn’t Amelie anymore, she was Widowmaker.That girl had died when her heart stopped beating. But she seemed to come backto life- her heart seemed to flutter- whenever she saw you. You had ignited asilent war and when she was with you Amelie always won over Widowmaker. Widowmakerkept her distance, Amelie stole kisses. Widowmaker followed the rules, Amelie snuckout to be in your arms. One thing remained constant between the two sides: shemust never be caught with you.

Her chest tightened at the clattering as you tripped out thewindow. Her topaz eyes went wide but her shock was hidden behind the glowingvisor. None of the guards below you seemed to have heard the commotion butperhaps next time you would not be so lucky.

“Shh, they’ll hear us,” she whispered, coming across rathersharp in her concern. She immediately regretted it but couldn’t find the wordsto apologise. “Come on.”

You had barely set your feet on the ground and she hadcaptured your warm hand in her cold one. Her fingers tightened as she lead youthrough the twisting hallways. Who designed this fucking labyrinth anyway? Onlythe red glow of her visor stopped the darkness from consuming you as you madeyour way to the roof. Your heart pounded with each step and when you finally burstfree the cool crisp air welcomed you both. You were cut off from gulping it inwhen her soft lips collided with yours. Warmth filled her as she slid her armsaround you and pulled you close.

“How long do we need to keep this secret?” you panted as youbroke away for air.

Sorry about the delay and the poor writing.

Widowmaker

“Target down. Mission success,” Widowmaker spoke into her earpiece as she jumped from her perch. There’d be another notch on her rifle had she bothered with that silly tradition. She wasn’t made to focus on those she killed, just who was next. As soon as she boarded the jet she knew that there was something wrong. She was used to the nervous looks from fellow operatives. But there was a new tension in the air this time. All refused to look at her, to even whisper among themselves as they usually did. 

“Is there something someone would like to report?” she demanded, finger tapping against her rifle. The silence still hung until one brave operative could stand the tension- and the threat- no longer. 

“It’s (Y/N), t-they were injured. They’re alive! They’re in med-bay,” he confessed, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for her wrath. They all knew that when it came to you, she was deadly and uncontrollable. 

“Why wasn’t I informed earlier?!” she yelled, marching to the cockpit, “Get us back to base. Now!”

The flight was quick, but not quick enough for her liking. The wheels were barely on the ground and she was off the jet and sprinting towards med-bay, pushing past agents and doctors alike. They didn’t put up much of a fight against the Widowmaker. 

As soon as she was in your room she dropped to her knees at your bedside. She grabbed your hand and pressed it to her cold lips.

“I am sorry, mon cher. I tried to get here sooner. I didn’t know, I-“

“Amelie,” you croaked, running a hand through her hair with your free hand, “It’s fine. I’m fine. You’re here, that’s all that matters.”

“Who did this to you?” she growled, grip on your hand tightening, “I will hunt them down.”

You let out a small laugh before wincing in pain. 

“No need,” you hissed, clutching your wound, “Already beat you too it.”

Amelie leant up and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“That’s my Cherie.”ZaryaZarya stormed through the corridors, parting crowds with a single furious glance. Her fists were clenched by her side and she could feel her pulse pounding. During her time fighting Omnics she had never felt fear like this. In her panic she nearly ripped the door to your room from its hinges. Her breath hitched when she saw you. Bruised and bleeding, but alive. She rushed over to hug you but stopped only inches away. Normally she would scoop you into a bear hug, but seeing you look so fragile… She thought she may break you. 

“(Y/N)…” she whispered, voice cracking as tears pricked the corner of her eyes, “You…I…I was so worried. Are you…”

“Zarya I’m fine,” you assured her, flashing a small smile, “Better now that you’re here!”

You reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She took a deep breath, only now she realised how tight her chest had been since she heard the news. She leant down to press a gentle kiss to a bruise near your temple. The tender moment passed all too quick. Zarya promptly straightened and cleared her throat before scolding you for your recklessness and disregard for your own safety. You let her rant. She needed to vent after the scare she received. After dealing with her lecture for a few minutes you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You grabbed her shirt and yanked her down, slamming your lips against hers to finally shut her up. Getting lost in the moment, her arms slid around you, brushing off one of your current tender spots. You pulled away, hissing in pain. Zarya immediately flinched and stepped back, her eyes wide. 

“Darling I am so sorry!” she babbled.

“I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine!” you quickly assured her, “But how about you save all those hugs and I’ll make them up to you when I’m better?”

“Ha! I will hold you to that,” she promised, beaming at you.

Tracer“Sorry! Sorry, love. Watch it! Oof- ‘Scuse me,” Tracer called, crashing and she blinked her way to the med bay. She skidded to a halt outside the door. Her watch beeped, reminding her of all the energy she had drained from her chronal accelerator in her rush to get to you. She ignored it, she had more important things to worry about. Lena wanted to burst through the doors but heeded the doctors orders. That didn’t stop her lingering outside the door as they treated you, face pressed to the window trying to see through the opaque glass. When the door was finally opened she stumbled through, almost falling to the floor. She quickly straightened and was at your side in a heartbeat. She reached out to touch you but pulled away, afraid she’d hurt you more.

“A-are you okay, love?” she asked, chocolate eyes scanning you up and down. You weren’t looking the best but you could have been a whole lot worse. She chewed her lip, anxiety practically radiating off her. 

“Lena,” you called, forcing her attention to shift and for her to lock eyes with you, “I’m alright, darling. Just…please slow down before you end up hurting yourself!”

Tracer went bright red as you giggled at her. She gave a sheepish smile as relief washed over her. You patted the bed beside you and Lena wasted no time in hopping into the spot. You rested your weary head against her shoulder. She responded by resting her head against yours. 

“You know (Y/N)…You ought to be more careful,” she told you. You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. 

“Oh that’s rich coming from you, Lena Oxton!”

Mercy

“I can’t, Liebling,” Mercy sighed, blowing a stray piece of hair out of the way. Her usual neat ponytail was far from immaculate and the bags under her eyes spoke plenty about her lack of sleep. Her days were filled with treating patients and her evenings were filled with medical reports. The poor doctor was always on call, seemingly being called in for yet another emergency every damn hour. This was meant to be her day off and here Angela was drowning in paper work. No matter how much you begged her to take a break, she simply refused. Now you were done asking. 

You grabbed the side of her chair and dragged it away from the desk. Angela yelped and dug her nails into the side of the chair, frantically looking behind her to try and face you.

“W-what are you doing?!” she demanded. She tried to use a serious tone but it was hard not to laugh when she was being whizzed through the room. When you finally brought her to a stop she was nearly thrown out of the chair, laughing so hard that holding on was almost forgotten. 

“You need a break,” you explained, grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her to her feet. You had to steady her as she wobbled, dizzy and giddy as she was. You lead her to the couch and had your arms secured around her before she even got her breath back. 

“I have work!”

“Nope,” you argued, shaking your head, “I am not letting go until you relax. You take care of everyone but yourself, Ang. Even an angel needs to rest their wings.”

Mercy rolled her eyes. She knew that she couldn’t shake you off this time. So she allowed herself to melt into your embrace. She let out a deep breath and nuzzled her nose against your neck. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” she sighed.Sombra“Sombra? Sombra! Hey,” you called. But the hacker was too fixated on the screen in front of her to register your voice. Sighing, you stood up and walked over to her. She was still so absorbed in her work that she didn’t realise you were behind her until her screen went blank. 

“Hey!” she yelled, spinning around in her chair to glare at you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Sombra, you’ve been staring at the screen for eighteen hours straight. Can you even see anymore? Quick- how many fingers am I holding up?” you asked.

Sombra rolled her eyes and betted your hand away. She protested that she was fine but now she was realising that those hours had taken a toll on her and those energy drinks really didn’t help. A headache was imminent so perhaps it was best to admit defeat. 

“You worry too much, carino,” she purred, booping your nose. “But I…I guess I could take a day. Maybe start with a nap. Care to join me, mi alma?”

You both jumped when her phone suddenly buzzed. Sombra reached for it but you were quicker, snatching it and tucking it into your pocket where it couldn’t cause her any more headaches. 

“Nap sounds good. And you are on e-lockdown, missy. If I have to hack you just to get you to relax for one day, I will. Do not test me,” you scolded. 

She opened her mouth to protest but you quickly quietened her with a soft kiss. She loved to hack. But she loved you more. Sombra figured she could survive one day electronics free. WidowmakerWidowmaker would never show any weakness, even around you. But she couldn’t hide her fatigue very well. Since the reactivation of Overwatch, missions were far more frequent. Talon treated her as an asset, not a person. They didn’t care if she was tired. It was only after a few stumbles and a failed mission that they realised that Amelie desperately needed time to recover. But it had been so long that she didn’t know how to switch off.

The smell of coffee permeated your entire house and you were pretty sure that she was going to break the coffee pot if she was to brew more. It was definitely time for an intervention. She was always on edge but the amount of caffeine in her system made her visibly agitated. Her nails tapping against the ceramic was the only thing that pierced the silence. You put a stop to that by closing your hands over hers. The heat from the mug made them warm for once. It felt…unnatural to feel such heat from her. 

“You alright, Amelie? You’re more coffee than woman at this point.”

“I am fine, mon cher,” she assured you, brushing your cheek with her free hand.  

“No you’re not. But you will be. You just need a proper day to chill.”

“In case it has escaped you, I am very chill. That’s why I’m blue,” she replied, a playful smirk on her lips. 

“Ha ha,” you said, completely deadpan. You pulled the mug from her hands and threw the contents down the sink. “You are going to sit down in front of that TV, wrapped in all the blankets, and I’m going to make some hot chocolate. If there’s one universal cure; it’s chocolate. Don’t worry- I got the good brand.”

It didn’t take much convincing. In your time apart she had become quite touch starved and the idea of curling up on the sofa in your arms was bliss. She stood up and wrapped her arms around your neck.