Zarya x Sombra

A one-shot or scene with Sombra x Zarya!

Zarya having found out that Sombra is out of Talon, and trying to get her to join overwatch instead!

Yes I am thinking romantic shipping! 😁❤

Hii omg first request! Yes can do, and this was worded perfectly so no worries:) Sorry for any mischaracterization, I don't write characters quite like these two so often!

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"Depends, the coffee free?"

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Sombra x Zarya oneshot!

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 Novanskoye Forward Base. Complicated name for a base, but not so complicated security systems–as if Sombra found any security system complicated. This base was more charming than…well, securing. Sombra certainly had better things to do and she knew it. 

Yet here she was, stalking around a Siberian base.

“You left Talon.” boomed a voice right in front of her. Wait. In front of her? She’d clearly been in her head for too long in front of that stupid door.

Sombra yelped–embarrassing–flinching a few steps back. Wasn’t hard to feign smoothness right after though, or…at least, that’s what Sombra thought when she replied, “News travels fast.”

Zarya only narrowed her eyes for a very long moment, but as soon as Sombra opened her mouth to speak, Zayra was quick to interrupt, “You have nowhere to go.” “Ouch, Osa. Do you really think that low of my foresight?” That was too fast of a response, wasn’t it?

Zarya only stared down at Sombra, tension a string that could probably break only from a gust of wind. A woman of few words and many thoughts, Sombra was sure. There it was again—that impossible talent Zarya had for saying five words and somehow making them weigh fifty pounds. 

Eventually, Zarya let out another agonizingly slow breath and spit out, “Come with us.”

Sombra immediately paused. The audacity of this woman was worthy of being marveled at. 

Sombra seemed to have recovered rather quickly, now suddenly putting her hand to her chin in thought, exaggeratedly squinting her eyes up at nothing in particular with her bottom lip jutting out.

“Hmm…tempting, I’ll give you that one, Osa.”

A beat.

“Free healthcare? Nice coworkers? Someone else pays for the coffee?”

Sombra’s stalling. And Zarya knows she’s stalling.

“Really. It is…but I have responsibilities.”

“To whom?”

“If I told you, you’d stop inviting me over.” Once again, another stall. Or deflection.

Zarya responded almost half as quick for once, “I never invite you over.”

Sombra only smiled and gave a little smug shrug, “You don’t have to.” Zarya raised an eyebrow, the rest of her face otherwise unmoved.

“I know where you live anyway.”

Zarya only exhaled in response and peered over Sombra’s shoulder. Scouting for any backup Sombra might have? Sombra tried to open her mouth to reassure it was the opposite, but Zarya only raised her hand to stop her.

“Will I see you again?”

Sombra’s face softened for the briefest moment before that smug smirk came back, “Maybe when I get proof the coffee really is free.” 

And, with that, Sombra recloaked. 

The snow drifted outside in front of the now empty doorway. Zarya waited another minute before turning back inside with heavy steps.

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Headcanons under the cut.

Talon Zarya

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Because the OW2 drop has me all nostalgic, this morning I remembered this sketch I liked but never posted because I always meant to do something with it. But that was at the beginning of 2019 and I never did, so here it is, while the OG designs are still relevant for a couple hours lol.