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keiiex · 11 months

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Elizabeth Caledonia [ Ashe ] x Fem. Reader !

Overwatch

Brief Summary : After three years of terminated contact, Elizabeth finds herself face to face with an old friend. She is faced with the past, being confronted first hand from the woman who left all that long ago.

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Her red lipstick smudged past her cheek, mascara dragging down her eyes as blood dripped from the side of her head. Her usually slicked white hair was now fuzzed up in a frenzy, her cowboy hat long discarded somewhere in the cockpit.

“It’s been a while, partner.” You mocked, dragging your thumb against her lower lip before nudging her face to the sides. She takes the moment to catch her breath, having been caught off guard.

Through utter shock, it takes her a moment to understand the play of events. Minutes ago, she was downing some whisky from her glass cup, listening to the southern bells, and enjoying her time alone— all before getting knocked out from her seat. With fight mode finally kicking in, she tackled the big shadowy figure that hovered above her.

Your eyes lingered into her piercing red ones, a smug smirk tugging at her bloodied lip, finally seeing her grasp the situation. “You’ve got some nerves showing up after that little stunt you pulled back then.” She scowled under your touch, slapping your wrist, accepting defeat. Her head reclined back on the seat of the cushion, eyes shut. The arch of her eyebrow never left, a slight twitch now and then from the irritation boiling inside the pit of her stomach.

You tilt your head to the side, scoffing out a dry chuckle before taking a seat across from her. Leaning back into the hard plush, crossing your legs to examine her one last time. She never ditched the white button-up as well as her love for leather but the tie that loosely hung around her neck was new, red with gold plates.

“It’s been three years, we required a long-time reunion.” You continued, watching as the woman take a couple more deep breaths to compose herself. Her eyes finally land on mine, a slight glare as a smirk tugged at the edges of her lips. Amused. “Well I be damned, I wasn’t aware a reunion included a big nasty man to shoot me right up top the side of ma’ head.” Resentment held back in her voice, as she attempted to regain control… even if she was the one at an astonishing disadvantage.

You glance back towards the body of the man that laid still on the wooden floor board, a small smile erupting from your lips. “Friendly fire?” You say, almost questioning. She gives you a low chuckle in response, her right leg pulling closer to her chest as one arm resting on the top of her knee. “You’ve got my attention, what more could you want now.” Her voice stayed low, almost coming at a grimace. You watched as her eyes traveled down from your face, taking a good look at your body and your attire before a smirk left her lips.

Tension built up in the room, thicker than the one on one fight between the two women.

“Why, I’ve missed you, Liz.” A sinister chuckle trails your sentence, a small look of madness encapsulating your eyes. A shared moment of silence sat between the two of you, Elizabeth sighing out deeply at the mention of her nickname.

A long history was shared between the two women, one filled with innocence and passion, naiveness then intimacy. Two young girls that thought nothing could tear them apart… now here they are, divided in opposition against each other.

“You’ve grown since the last I’ve seen you… tell me, how much has really changed?” Elizabeth’s voice soothed, a hint of curiosity entwining with her words as her focus remained direct on you. Your eyes flutter back to the woman, her sultry eyes having the same effect as they did back then. A grin curled up your cheeks, a wave of nostalgia hitting. “Depends, will you run away again?” You questioned.

Three years back, you confessed your feelings to the leader of the Deadlock Gang also familiarly known as your childhood best friend. A heist hadn’t gone in favor of Elizabeth as a wave of emotions finally spewed out that night. As you confessed to the woman, you watched as her eyes lingered with aversion. Maybe it was the confusion, maybe it was the tension but she had excused herself from that room. That night was spent waiting for her to give you an answer, maybe even closure or clarity but the longer you anticipated her arrival— the more your heart shattered. Without even a word, you abandoned the only family you had.

Seeming as Elizabeth kept quiet, you unstrap the buckle of your thigh. A gun in hand. Your eyes inspect the golden engravings on the barrel of the gun one last time, the fine details so intricate in designs before you place it on the table. Accompanying the gun, you take out a crumbled piece of paper.

You slowly walk towards the woman below you, kneeling with one knee before caressing her face with your hand. A wave of sorrow washed over your face once more before you kiss her gentle lips. At first, Elizabeth was shocked. Their eyes shot wide open before she found herself indulging in the sweet taste of wine on her lips.

Her hands come to the back of your neck, kissing feverishly against yours as her other hand rest on your lower back, bringing you in closer. A mixture of whisky and blood remained idle of hers, a warm and welcoming taste that you never knew you needed so badly.

Pulling away slightly from the woman, the two of you catch your breath, staring at one another. A smile falters on your lips, releasing your hand from her cheek as you make stood back up.

“Patrols are arriving tomorrow morning, your bounties have gotten higher. I hope this won’t be the last time we see each other.”

And with that, the heels of your boots clicked the wooden floor boards, southern bells ringing through the room as a small slam of the floor echoed past the dimly lit bar.

Elizabeth smiles, her thumb reaching to wipe the remaining blood out the corner of her lip.

“We’ll meet again, partner.”

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clownhousemargarita · 2 months

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Overwatch characters x MALE! Reader Requests

I still have to get used to using tumblr sos Anyway, what fella wants an Ashe x Reader in an hour? Or for you technical fucks -- Elizabeth Caledonia. …Or maybe Widowmaker??? Request any Overwatch character y'all. Don't matter bout gender, just that the reader will be male cause I'm a dude and wouldn't wanna write a female POV. I'll write for any character :-)

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acradelius · 2 years

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OVERWATCH - "ASHE" MASTERLIST

Amongst this masterlist you’ll be able to find the links to any content that features “Ashe”. If you’re looking for specific rated content, then please refer to the “Citrus System” below. (The banner(s) were created by me, though I had some assistance from a friend who prefers to remain anonymous. If you see anyone else using these banners, please let me know. Thank you.)

Content for the character is categorized by what’s known as the “Citrus System”. There are three different categories that I use from the system: Orange, Lime, and then Lemon. Below are more detailed meanings of each category. Orange [🟠] - The content’s rating is considered “PG/G”. Lime [🟢] - The content’s rating is considered “PG-13”. Lemon [🟡] - The content’s rating is considered “R/NC-17”.

「ORANGE [🟠] CONTENT」

➺ Nothing at the moment.

「LIME [🟢] CONTENT」

➺ "Town's Big Enough For The Both Of Us" - Ashe + Younger Sister! Reader

「LEMON [🟡] CONTENT」

➺ "Sweeter Than Ice Tea" - Ashe NSFW Headcanons (x Reader mentioned)

➺ "Not This Time, Hun" - Ashe x Gender Neutral! Reader

➺ "Oo, What's This?" - Ashe x Female! Reader

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loud-bread-boy · 3 years

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Moira, Mercy and Ashe with Kids (Trick or Treat HCs)

Request: ooo what if moira, mercy, and ashe went trick or treating with their kids?

Crying about this actually. Hope u dont mind the headcanons. Also I didn’t exactly make this a reader insert since you didn’t mention it. There’s a few “partner” mentions, but you could make that be whoever if you have a ship for one of the characters.

Mercy: (Two Kids)

Angela builds all her kids costumes

I don't mean she sewed them, I mean she starts building in march. Her daughter wanted to be a cat, so she built this entire suit out of cardboard and a few mechanical parts. Her daughter ultimately just wanted to wear black clothes and kitty ears, but she kept the mechanical tail!

Of course she joins in the costuming

One year she was a Greek goddess while her children were Spartans (well, a spartan and a knight because her youngest prefered the silver armor to the gold)

For their first halloween all together it was a dragon and her two little treasures (The older one was a crystal and the baby was a lil gold coin)

Angela makes sure her kids don’t eat too much candy at once, and that they brush their teeth after eating any

Moira: (one kiddo)

Moira’s kid is the kind that watches scary movies year round.

They’re very lanky, like their mom, so there's a lot of “Aren’t you a bit old to be trick or treating?” when the kid is like six

Of course Moira takes them to cons so of course they’re very good at making their own (realistic) halloween costumes

They probably went as Naruto and Sauske (or some other anime-duo) at least once

Moira checks every piece of candy, then the kid does too, and Moira checks again just to be sure

Neither of them really like candy, so if they get a lot they either have it all year or give it to one of Moira’s friends’ kids

The two of them both decided trick or treating wasn’t worth the effort when they were about 11, so after that they buy candy and popcorn and watch horror movies all night

Ashe: (Three, because c'mon she knows how to wrangle them in)

She always brings Bob

Whenever the homeowner doesn't give what she deems as "enough" candy, she says "Hmm I think we can do a Lil better than that, right Bob?"

Ashe always makes their partner hold the candy bags (Bob’s hands are full with the kids)

They always start when the sun is still up and don’t stop until all the lights are out

“I spent a hundred bucks on those costumes, we’re wearin’ ‘em for as long as possible!”

They go straight to bed that night, but the next day they play poker with the candy

But worry not, Ashe writes down who had what and passes it back out after the game so everyone gets their candy

Okay sure but what if they all went together?

Angela built ALL the costumes. Including for her, Moira, Ashe and all the partners

Bob holds all the bags this time, and Ashe’s kids are too busy running around with the others to be upset about it

Moira’s kid is probably a bit older than the rest of them, maybe matching or close with Ashe’s oldest.

They probably stick close to their mother (and the other adults by extension)

Ashe’s three are much more rambunctious than Angela’s two, but get a bit of candy in the little Zieglers, they can match the energy

Ashe’s oldest brought eggs. Ashe knew this, and did not stop them.

They all end up back home earlier than Ashe’s kids are used to, but end up with more candy since Moira and her kid didn’t want theirs

Angela gets her kids home much earlier to adhere to their bedtimes (And she’s got the youngest of the bunch, who was probably sleeping in her arms the entire time)

But of course, she can’t leave without handing out the pumpkin spice bread and cookies she baked

Moira’s kid probably found their fun on their phone, or in watching Ashe’s kids run around scaring people

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astarlow · 2 years

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hi! if requests are still open when you get this could i get a ashe, mercy, ana and dva x fem reader (all separate ofc and feel free to add any other overwatch ladies i don’t mind!!) cheering up their s/o after a rough week? also if it could contain fluff and be a mix or just a head canon that’d be amazing!! i’ve been having a rough week myself and ur writing has made me a whole lot better so ty v much 💖💖 hope u have a lovely day :)))

Characters: Ashe, Mercy, Ana and D.Va Form: Mix Warning: None I think Synopsis: How they cheer their s/o after a rough week Word count: 1475 A/n: Requests are always open, so don't worry. Especially requests like those, I'll be glad to do it! I hope this will help you feel better and I'm happy to know my writing has helped you, have a lovely day as well and I hope your weekend will go better

Ana

🍵Ana has seen it all, she just knows when her s/o has a rough week

🍵She's all the way here for her

🍵She makes her sit and asks her what happened

🍵she can be her shoulder to cry on if she needs to

🍵if she doesn't, that's alright as well. Ana is always here if she wants to vent or just talk about what happened

🍵If she is an Overwatch soldier, she's going to tell embarrassing stories about her comrades. Especially Reinhardt since she's been by his side for a lot of times

🍵And she knows he doesn't mind it too much

🍵If she's not, she's going to tell stories about her days as a vigilitante

"This tea is best if it's still hot," she informs her as she sips in her cup. She gives an umperceivabke nod, staring at the cup. She stares at her for a moment before placing down her cup.

"What is it?" She looks up and sighs.

"It's just- I don't know, it's just too much." She gestures at everything around them and she acknowledges it by nodding.

"Would you like to discuss it further?"

"I don't think I want to."

"That's alright, would you like to hear a story?" She crosses her arms on the table and places her head on them.

"Yeah, why not."

"As a sniper and as a support, I often have a wider view of the battlefield than my other teammates. That is because I am often in the back. You would not believe how many times I've seen them tripping on themselves or forgetting someone was watching over them. Especially Reinhardt. Always charging in, he even got himself stuck in a tree one time." She cracks a little smile. "I'm still surprised he didn't break that tree back then." She shakes her head in amusement.

"Let's talk a walk outside, the weather appears to be perfect for a little walk."

D.Va

🐰she might take a little bit of time to notice that her s/o is feeling down but once she does, she has her whole undivided attention

🐰gaming time!

🐰all the recommendations her viewers let on her stream or her other social media, she had already made a list to play it with s/o

🐰and right now, it seems like the best time to do it

🐰she has all genre, if she’s in the mood for horror games, she has many. Adventure or action? Don’t worry, she owns many of them

🐰if s/o just wants to watch her play game, she gladly does it. No stream, no camera, no light, just a little bit of action between her, s/o and her game

🐰if she’s busy and can’t be by her s/o’s side, she is sending tons of cute animals picture (bonus point if it is bunny ones)

🐰fanart!! She has tons of them and some of them include s/o so when she’s back she is going to show some of them

“Done with the game?” Hana asks quietly when she notices s/o is leaning on her shoulder. Her character in the game is immobile while she goes on the menu, having an idea of the answer s/o is going to give. Her answer comes out muffled but she somewhat hears a yes. She closes the game and switches off the screen.

“Wait here, I’ll come back in just a second. I need to show you something!” She gets up in a blink of an eye, heading toward the living room. S/o waits patiently, laying down on the couch.

A sudden portrait is shoved above her head so she could instantly see it. She blinks a few times, realizing it’s a portrait of them. It depicts them, in front of a temple in Busan. They’re both smiling and the light is shining of them. Hana is leaning on s/o while she’s holding them both stable. Their smiles is wide, their eyes crinkling a bit from their laughter. S/o recognizes it as a picture Hana posted on her social media but it’s clearly painted. The brushes’ strokes are still visible.

“Wow… that’s amazing.” She sits up while Hana hands her the portrait. She scans it and the more she observes it, the more beautiful it is.

“Right? It’s one of my subscribers who drew us.”

“Is that so? Could I get their handle? I want to thank them.” She points at the bottom of the painting.

“It’s here!” She chuckles and nods a bit, not noticing it before she pointed it out.

“Thanks.” She gives her a little kiss on the cheek.

“No problem!”

Ashe

🧨 Ashe is a busy woman but she tries her best to be here

🧨she would never want her partner to feel neglected

🧨Especially at times like this

🧨If it is someone that has bothered her, you can be sure they'll be taken care of somehow

🧨She leaves her hat to her care and it's a way for her to show she trusts her and her way to show her affection

🧨Once she's done with that, she's going to treat her based on her s/o's preferences. Fancy restaurants? For sure. Go shopping? Hell yeah. Just chilling? She's not a fan of that but if it is for her s/o, of course she'll do it

🧨She asks B.O.B to tell everyone to leave them alone for a moment and they usually comply

🧨Today and for the rest of the week, it's her s/o and only her that matters

"What got you so upset treasure?" Ashe just came back from a heist, upon seeing her s/o's frown and body language, she knew something is up as soon as she entered their shared house. S/o snaps her head to the side, surprised upon seeing Ashe here. She didn't hear her come through.

"I-it's nothing much, don't worry." She approaches her, raising one of her eyebrows in suspicion before letting a chuckle.

"Yeah, right. Nothing much, huh? Who is it? I can go give them a few 'words'."

"Just one of my coworkers." She gives her a nod, muttering something under her breath. She places her hat on her head and she's by the door once again.

"I'll be back pumpkin, if you need anything in the meantime, just call B.O.B." S/o doesn't know if it is a good idea of telling her who it is but it's too late anyways. Soon enough, she drifts into sleep.

Once Ashe is back, she notices her sleeping on the couch, the hat on her belly. She smirks at this then heads toward her. She scoops her in her arms, heading to the bedroom. S/o snuggles closer to her, while still being asleep.

"I gotcha treasure."

Mercy

🕊️ Here comes another busy woman, though Angela has the chance to be able to see her s/o more often than not

🕊️ Her doctor's side often takes the upper hand.

🕊️ She's going to ask her tons of questions. If she is eating well if she drinks enough water and sleep enough hours.

🕊️It's only when she notices it isn't a medical treatment she needs she's going to let out a soft "oh"

🕊️ She's going to drop everything she can and lead her s/o outside

🕊️ Fresh air always helps her and she believes it might be the same for her

🕊️ She finds a green patch and lets her s/o lies down on her lap while she brushes her hair

🕊️ She does this game of asking her what she sees in the clouds, what forms and when they're done, she's going to prepare some drinks and a hearty meal for the both of them

"Let's get outside, alright Liebling?" S/o is too tired to give another answer and she follows Angela. She holds her hand while rubbing her thumb against the back of her hand.

"This should do it, would you sit beside me?" She points to a patch of grass near the sea. The breeze is salty. Angela sits first and s/o follows suit. She hums a little tune while she's looking at the landscape. S/o stares at her lover and she returns the look.

"Is something on your mind?" She shrugs while looking at the landscape.

"It's just-" she ruffles her hair before sighing heavily. "it's getting hard…" she finishes while laying on Angela's lap.

"I can understand. At least, you won't have to go through this week ever again. Just take it one day at a time dear, you're doing great, trust me." She kisses her on the lips for a brief moment while smiling brightly. S/o cracks a smile and nods.

"Yeah. Thanks Angela," she whispers out and she returns the nod with a brighter smile.

#ashe x reader #d.va x reader #ana x reader #mercy x reader #elizabeth caledonia calamity ashe #ana amari x reader #angela ziegler x reader #hana song x reader #ow writing #ow mix

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jmalchanceux · 3 years

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Little Rose (Imagine) - Ashe

You have recently moved to a small town on Route 66 and work in a coffee shop, where you meet a mysterious and passionate woman without having any idea who she is.

You work at the only coffee shop in a tiny town on route 66 known to be a stopping point for travelers who risk passing through there, you don't know exactly what your job is since the owner tells you to do everything, whether it be replacing the cook, cleaning the two floors of the place by yourself, or waiting tables on busy days without being able to complain, Mr. Parker always throws in your face how much you need this job and how you won't get another one because opportunities are extremely rare and difficult. Stardew Valley by far was not one of your options for living, but when money got tight and you had to drop out of college there were not many options but to go live with your aunt, going home was like signing the failure certificate for your parents so Eva, your maternal aunt, offered you a small room until you could settle down again. At first you thought it would be difficult to live in such a small place, but as the months went by you got used to it, there is something comforting about living with the same people and being oblivious to most things, without having anything to worry about, because not much happens in a smaller town than in a big city neighborhood.

Today the boss and his lackeys have gone out to get supplies in the neighboring town, meaning that you are having to take care of everything yourself again, in the place you occupy most of the time, behind the counter as an attendant. Since it is Tuesday, there is not much traffic, just the usual customers like the handyman Earl and the mayor's assistant, a petty and pretentious boy who thinks he knows a lot about life. Everything was fine, you were reading with your arms over the counter, waiting for the next customer to appear to break the monotony, but a small commotion outside caught your attention, the children playing in the park ran to their homes and some merchants dismissed their customers, it was something unusual to say the least, nothing like this has happened in the last two months, the time you have lived in the small town. A thin young man dressed in black enters the coffee shop, you were going to greet him, but behind him a tall and imposing woman enters. Her appearance is amazing and intriguing, you were immediately attracted by her shoulder length white hair, it couldn't be natural, right? But it did indeed suit her. The red lipstick highlights the marked lips and the hat covers the heavy makeup, only when she lifted her gaze did you notice the rare coloring, reds. A peculiar woman, you thought and gave the best smile before putting down the book to attend to them.

- Good afternoon! Welcome to Rufus's Coffee, I am (your name), how can I help you today? - you offered the standard service and your smile faltered as you noticed their confused faces, the boy looked at the woman as if he didn't know how to act.

- Good afternoon, girl! - she answered, still a little confused, sat down on one of the stools at the counter and dismissed the young man with a hand signal - Do you have whiskey?

- We don't sell alcohol in this establishment. - you moved closer to her face and whispered - But if you want I can put a shot in your coffee, just don't let my boss know about it.

- Okay... - she winked and gave you a complicit smile.

The other customers seemed to be anxious to leave, as soon as he took his eyes off the woman Earl shook his hand repeatedly to bring the bill, the mayor's assistant started loosening his tie, this day was really strange. The man left quickly as soon as he got the bill, he didn't even leave the casual tip on the table, the assistant seemed to try to keep calm, maybe he was having a bad time, you thought. His hands were shaking and he avoided raising his eyes as he threw a few bills at you before leaving as quickly as possible, just like the other man. Now it's just the two of you and peace still hung over the room, the peculiar woman is pleasant somehow, she exudes self confidence and power, something hard to see in Stardew Valley.

- Here's your coffee, Miss...

- Elizabeth. - she answers quickly and picks up the coffee cup placed on the counter - You're new here, aren't you?

- Oh, yes. I just started a few weeks ago. Have you been here before? - she nods positively before taking a small sip from the container.

- I make a sort of quarterly visit. - Elizabeth remarks and groans sipping more of her brewed coffee - Wow, your coffee is so much better than any I've ever tasted before.

- Must be because has whiskey in it, that's all.

- I don't think so, little rose.

Your face immediately flushed at the nickname, even more so being that someone you don't know is so beautiful. To like women in a small, quaint town is oppressive, I couldn't even flirt with someone without everyone knowing or judging, so new air is welcome, even if it's just a few compliments, no matter how unromantic. And she noticed your shyness and smiled pretentiously, curious at the same time, you just didn't recognize her and she realized it as soon as you offered to serve her, no one in this town would dare to talk to her so formally, they could easily be shot in the head at any hesitation and she thought about doing it thinking you were mocking them, but your smile immediately infected her. It was the sweetest, most sincere smile she had seen in years. You were like a rose blooming in the desert, unlike anyone else out there.

- Anyway, my friends and I are leaving, but I'll see you soon, (your name). - she didn't even ask the price of the coffee and left a hundred-dollar bill - The change is all yours, little rose. - and she left without letting you protest how that amount was far more than necessary.

You grinned from ear to ear for the rest of the day, you were so happy you didn't even realize how strange the town still was and how this was related to Elizabeth's visit. There weren't many customers after that, just a few men passing through town, and you were able to get some well-deserved time off before your boss came back to give you hell. Rufus Parker returns two hours after the last customers, a scowl on his tired old face, as if the day had been a bad one and he was annoyed to see how happy you were.

- (your last name), close the cash register and clear the tables. - he dictates orders and goes to his office together with one of his lackeys, his favorite employee.

The boy leaves a short time later with a wad of cash in hand, he seems nervous and uneasy. He goes to the door where the same boy who accompanied Elizabeth waits for him, they exchange a few words and the money is handed over, you are surprised but try not to jump to conclusions with their actions.

- Hey idiot, just do what Rufus said. - he shouts from the doorway when he sees you staring at him - Those stupid women.

You ignored the comment, already used to being insulted, and started counting the notes, leaving last the one Ashe left you, you were about to separate the note to keep the change when you noticed scribbles behind the paper, turning you noticed Ellizabeth's cursive and perfect handwriting.

"Hope to see you again, little rose. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. Elizabeth C.A."

Over the next few weeks the two of you exchanged messages regularly, she proved to be an outgoing person and flirted regularly, mostly in the form of jokes, but also in care, she would always ask you about your day and if you had eaten right, if not she would spend the day berating you and making sure you were okay. However deep the conversations went, she never talked about her private life, or what she does for a living, and you just assumed she was very private in this respect. A mobile park set up in town a few days ago and ensured that the residents of Stardew Valley had fun, but you didn't get to visit yet and soon they would be leaving, your boss wouldn't let you go out either, you had to cover the schedule of several colleagues so they could have fun.

"My boss is an idiot, everyone else can go to that park, but not me, I think he hates me" - you vented via message and sighed dropping your cell phone on the counter, unlike the other times she didn't answer immediately, this worried you. Mr. Parker looked busy in the background, laughing with the lackeys while you kill yourself doing everyone's job, but their banter is interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, minutes later he walks over to you.

- You're free today, brat. - he announces dryly and walks back into the room again, their mood not quite the same again, but you cheer up quickly.

"He released me, finally! Miracles happen LMAO"

"Sorry for the delay, I had to sort some things out. I'm glad he released you, because I'm in town, little rose."

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise. How about we go to the park together?"

"Are you asking me on a date, Miss Elizabeth?"

"I thought that was obvious, baby."

"I'd love to go on a date with you."

"I'll pick you up on my way out of work, XOXO."

You laughed because Elizabeth was against using XOXO but once they started exchanging messages you managed to convince her to use it and now it has become a regular thing, she always ends conversations like this or uses it when she wants to show affection. As she would pick you up directly from the café there would be no time to stop by your aunt's house and change clothes, so you would have to go in uniform and this bothered you a little, you wanted to be more presentable for Elizabeth, especially since it was your first date. As soon as it was time to leave you grabbed a coat and fixed your hair in the hall mirror, rushing out of the establishment, excited to see her. And there she is, the girl who has been winning your heart little by little, leaning on a red motorcycle as brightly colored as his lips, wearing the same clothes as when you first met, and holding a bouquet of twelve red roses.

- Hello, little rose. - she says approaching, a mischievous smile on her lips.

- Hello, mystery girl. - Elizabeth hands him the roses and pulls his hand in a gentlemanly fashion, planting a tender kiss on it - These are my favorites.

- I know, it suits you. How about we go to that park and then go for a ride on a motorcycle?

- You didn't tell me you had one.

- There are many things I don't tell you, baby. But soon you will know.

- I hope so. - you whisper and hook your arms around her. I'd love to have fun with a beautiful woman and then take a ride with her. Around Elizabeth the hours pass as if they were minutes, you tested all the toys and passed all the stalls, but the looks you threw at the two of them bothered you, you expected this considering how facey they are, maybe her hair was also too flashy and you complimented her all night so she wouldn't feel insecure. The shooting booth was by far the most fun, Elizabeth hit all the shots and annoyed the man who ran the entertainment, he made a strange face as he handed you each stuffed animal she won. There were six in total, which you named together: a giraffe named Pearl, two white bears named Ivy and Izzy, a little frog named Stuart, a penguin named Bob, she said you would understand later, and a kitty named Rosie, which she insisted on reminding you of.

- How about one last toy? We haven't been on the Ferris wheel yet. - she murmured hopefully, with plans for the last moment before she left, Elizabeth wanted the evening to be perfect.

- Oh, let's hurry before they close. - you pulled her by the hand and they ran toward the line with only three other people, the boy who always accompanies the woman approached and held up the toys so they could enjoy - Who is he and why is he always around?

- One of my... Staff.

- Uh, okay.

You were the last ones to board the toy that slowly rose and stopped at the top, much longer than necessary, and as you looked down you understood why, that employee of Elizabeth's is talking to the operator.

- You planned this, didn't you? - a smile crept across his face and he leaned close to the woman's soft body, inches away.

- You caught me; I couldn't resist spending some time alone with you.

- Elizabeth...

- Um... - she murmured, leaning in as well, staring into his.

- I guess . - after weeks of flirting and building a friendly relationship, it was time to say what her heart cried out - I think I'm falling in love with you.

- What a coincidence, I'm falling in love with you too. - she smiled and closed the space between you.

Her lips are as soft as you imagined, soft and talented. The kiss that started sweet and slow in minutes turned into something rougher and more needy, her hands seemed to be all over your body, caressing your hips, groping the valley of your breasts, running her fingers through the strands of your hair, pulling you closer and closer to her. You separated only when air was needed, and even then you didn't let go, watching the beautiful view of the small town from above, enjoying the moment together that you had been waiting for so long.Minutes later the Ferris wheel started spinning again and you were on the ground, most of the people had already gone home, just a few revelers enjoying the last moments of fun.

- Boss, we have problems. - the boy came over and whispered to her, but you could hear.

- I'll be back in a few minutes, my little rose. - she took the stuffed kitten and handed it to you.

The plush already smelled of Elizabeth's perfume, and you brought it close to your face, inhaling the pleasant scent, sure to keep it in your bed for cuddling at bedtime. So inert in the beauty of the encounter you were in, you didn't even notice the mayor's assistant approaching behind you, with a bottle of beer in hand and a sneering face.

- No one would imagine that the lovely (your name) would be with a criminal.

- What are you talking about? - you were surprised by his presence and walked away quickly, the smell of his drink was unbearable - Fuck you, Douglas! You're drunk.

- All the more reason to believe me, that woman is Ashe, leader of the Deadlocks, who takes over part of the city's economy and... - he started laughing hysterically leaving you perplexed and angry - If we don't, she'll kill us. And you're dating the executioner of Stardew Valley.

Deep down what he was saying made sense, but you refused to accept it, in fact it wasn't common to act as they did around her, the money handed over by the merchants, probably in exchange for protection, all obeying her orders and her wishes. But him calling her an executioner erased any patience and tolerance you had for the boy, you have always been very calm with everyone and it's hard to take that away from you, so seeing him on the floor holding his bloody nose was a shock, especially since you left him in that situation, you didn't imagine he had that much strength or he was just too drunk to stand up.

- (your name), are you all right? What did that pig do to you? - Elizabeth runs up to you and hugs you before checking to make sure you're not hurt and that he hadn't touched you.

- Ellie, no! - you whisper and hold her hands as if begging her - He didn't do anything, I just got angry. Let him go. - she seemed reluctant but eventually gave in to your request, signaling you to let go.

- You called me Ellie. - she noticed and liked - I wouldn't know what to do if he touched you. Anyway, come on, I still owe you a bike ride.

The way to her motorcycle was silent but not strange, despite what was said you trust her, the person she is with you is totally different from an executioner, she is sweet, caring and protective. When you get there she prepares to get on the motorcycle without a helmet and puts one on your head, it was delicate and full of skulls drawn by the extension, you are her little rose and she would never forgive herself if she hurt you. The ride is fun, holding Elizabeth's waist is the best part, the feeling of comfort and intimacy while doing something fun is priceless, she was the perfect person to fall in love with and you have come to realize that it doesn't matter what she does or how she acts to achieve her goals, she could be Ashe, the leader of a dangerous gang, but to you she is Elizabeth, someone sensitive, fun and passionate that makes you feel special. After half an hour riding through the sandy paths she stopped the motorcycle next to a rock, then instructed you to climb on it, which you did with some difficulty, helping each other you soon reached the top together, you would never expect to find a camp cabin and a fireplace waiting for you, an omnic seemed to be trying to toast a marshmallow without success.

- That's all, Bob. - she says calmly and guides you to sit around the fire while the robot walks away and takes off his hat to say goodbye, you imitate the sign even though you're not wearing one - I told you you would understand the penguin.

- Is he your butler?

- Yes, ever since I was a child. - Elizabeth shrugs and smiles, turning back to you, a bottle of champagne in hand - I want to end this evening on the best night possible, I'm really falling in love with you and I don't want our relationship to start with a lie.

- I think I have an idea what this is about.

- You do? - you nod positively - Oh, that stupid guy who talked?

- Yes... And honestly... - she expects the worst, a drill or an out, at worst she thought you'd run away in fear of her - I don't care.

- What?

- You may be the leader of a gang, an executioner as they say, but to me you are and always will be Elizabeth, the woman who walked through those doors and ordered whiskey in a coffee shop, who uses XOXO in her messages and gets bears for a girl on a date. - the woman is shocked by your words and immediately smiles completely ecstatic, throwing herself against you and hugging you around the waist, her hat falling off in the process - Oh my God, your hair is natural...

- What?

- I can't believe your hair is natural and you never told me. I'll never forgive you for that. - she starts to laugh and deposits a lingering kiss on your lips.

- Silly girl. My silly little rose.

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tonystarkspropertymasterlist · 3 years

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Elizabeth Caledonia Calamity Masterlist

A work in progress...

#ashe ow #ashe overwatch #elizabeth caledonia ashe #elizabeth caledonia calamity ashe #ashe x reader #yandere ashe x reader #ashe imagine

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overwatch-does-stuff · 4 years

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A rich white girl robs the bank and steals your rent money

Overwatch. Ashe x reader, reader is gender neutral.

You were at the bank one day, depositing a check you got from doing some odd job or another.

Soon enough the alarms were blaring and you dived underneath a cheap-but-made-to-seem-bourgeoisie coffee table as gunshots echoed throughout. Peaking through the gaps of this stupid coffee table, that’s when you were first able to see her.

She carried her rifle leaned vertical up against her shoulder, her finger on the trigger and the barrel pointed skyward. She fired shot after shot into the actually-not-marble ceiling, keeping everyone down near the floor. That was the first thing you noticed. The second thing you noticed was her strikingly white hair, perfectly cut, and her blood-red lipstick, flawlessly applied, and her red eyes, which had to be contacts, seriously.

She opened her mouth and a forceful western drawl filled the room, standing out among the pretentious bank scenery like a semi truck in a chevrolet dealership. “Put the money in the bag, sweetie,” she said, to the people behind the metal gratings, to the teller man who now currently held your check in his hand.

The teller man trembled and didn’t do anything. So she snapped her hand through the grating and tore your check from his grasp, and then promptly ripped it to shreds. The teller man then scrambled and started dumping bills into her bag as fast as possible.

The rest of her gang members approached with similar bags, heaping full. The alarm was still going off. She gave each member a once-over with her gaze before nodding and smiling, the whites of her teeth contrasting so sharply with that lipstick of hers.

That made you mad. Real mad. Not only did she just tear your rightfully earned four hundred dollars to shreds (which was going to allow you to avoid getting evicted this month,) but she looked rich while doing. Not even the fake rich like this stupid bank with the flimsy marble tiles and cheap coffee tables.

So, you stood up. You walked over to her. A bunch of guns pointed your direction, but who gave a shit? Certainly not you. You walked right up to her and asked for your four hundred dollars back.

With a wave of her hand, most of the gun barrels were lowered away from you. “What’s that again?”

Your four hundred dollars. The check, you said. You pointed to the many teeny tiny shreds of paper on the ground. That was your rent, you explained, and her bourgeoisie-lookin’ ass just ripped it to shreds. You’d rather not be homeless, so you ask her to give the money back.

The gang members around her laugh. Like, really laugh. One of them points a gun at you but then she hisses a quiet curse and they point it back down again. In the background the alarms are growing louder and louder and you’re pretty sure you can hear the police outside but you didn’t care.

She looks at you. She isn’t angry. No, not angry at all. With a tease of a smile on her face she says, “you. I like you. Gutsy.”

There’s police pounding on the big bank doors that are held shut tight by a huge Omnic that doesn’t seem to be expending much effort at all. You turn and her about your money again.

She fishes through her bag that she got filled by the teller and pulls out several stacks of hundred-dollar bills. She grabs your hand and stuffs them into your grip. She doesn’t let go, though. Instead she gives you a sweeping scan with her eyes, up and down your figure. She’s close to you. You can smell her perfume, which is expensive enough that you can’t even tell what it’s supposed to smell like. Something musky and deep.

Once she’s finished she leans away and lets go. You stuff the bills into your jacket in a way that you hope isn’t so conspicuous. She smiles again. Same pearly whites. She gives you a little wink.

God, she’s hot. Perhaps that shouldn’t be the first thing on your mind right now. The pounding of the police is getting louder. By now they’re probably hitting with the big battering rams. The big Omnic is struggling a bit more to keep his footing. But all you see is her leather jacket and blood red smile and matching eyes.

She speaks again, more of a whisper than anything. “Y’know, I’m free tomorrow night. You can meet me at the bar on the end of south street. Seven o’clock.”

You tell her okay, but she’s paying for the drinks.

“My pleasure.” She laughs. Then she puts a hand on your chest and pushes you back down to the floor. Then, with perfect precision, she swings her rifle down and fires a shot in between your legs, just shy of your thigh. Then she spins the rifle right back up to her shoulder again. Damn.

Then she’s back to shouting orders at her goons. They all start running in different directions. The big Omnic goes lumbering off with her. The doors burst open, the police shuffle in, but there’s nothing to arrest by the time they quit running around the lobby so they start putting tape all over stuff and questioning witnesses and that’s when you leave.

Back in your apartment you empty out your jacket and the bills start spilling out. It’s more than enough for your rent. Maybe, you wonder, it’s enough that you can afford to splurge on some new clothes by tomorrow night.

You just hope that next time you’ll be able to afford the privilege of learning her name.

#overwatch #elizabeth caledonia ashe #overwatch ashe #reader x ashe #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch headcanon #elizabeth calamity ashe #yes i like the cowboy lady #how could you tell?#might delete this later idk depends on how y'all like it

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vostara · 4 years

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Bring Me Home - Series Masterlist

a series of related vignettes exploring a polyamorous relationship between Ashe, McCree, and their shared girlfriend. this series will not be posted in chronological order and will jump around in a timeline of events covering pre- and post-Overwatch.

pairing: Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe x Original Female Character (Odette) x Jesse Mccree

*note for clarification: Ashe and McCree are not in a romantic relationship, but share a girlfriend.

This work is cross-posted on Ao3.

🌹ashe focused | 🥃mccree focused | 💋both present/referenced

Bring Me Home

progress [1/?] - 1.1k+ words, sporadic updates

one. give me the songs that i once sung 🥃

two. (in progress)

playlists

— don’t think i’ll be coming home

#elizabeth caledonia ashe #elizabeth caledonia ashe x reader #elizabeth caledonia ashe x original character #jesse mccree #jesse mccree x reader #jesse mccree x original character #overwatch #overwatch fanfic #elizabeth calamity ashe #ashe overwatch #ashe fanfic #mccree fanfic

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2uselessgays · 4 years

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My business, my rules.

[Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe x Female Reader]

You’d been sent by Morrison with Ashe to just tackle a “small” issue down at Route 66. Talon operatives had been tampering with the payload contents, and possibly a top secret and highly valuable project. You’d been scouring the scene for a while alongside Ashe and B.O.B. To be honest, you did find B.O.B kind of cute. He didn’t speak much, but the little gestures he did were pretty heart melting.

The main attraction to you was Ashe. She was fierce, strong, loyal, fearless and absolutely gorgeous. She was the boss. Knew exactly what she wanted and would get it whenever she wanted. You best obey or be begging for mercy. Bright, blood red eyes, lush and soft white hair cut perfectly to adorn her features, and the cowgirl outfit was a neat plus. You adored her accent, her little ways of talking brought you so much unknown joy. You just had to tell her.. somehow. But for now, the mission was what you had to think about.

Ashe had her Viper slung over her shoulder, impatiently kneeling, waiting for some action to happen. “Oh for Christ’s sake, are them Talon hooligans here or not? I’m wastin’ my time here. I could be with the gang right now.”

You hushed her, pointing towards the payload. She gave you a dirty look - Ashe was the boss, she didn’t like being bossed around. Several soldiers and four prominent agents were there - Sombra, Moira, Reaper and Widowmaker - all examining the payload. The huge white pod in the middle was their main focus, they seemed immeasurably fixated on it. Must be hugely valuable, otherwise Talon would have disregarded it long ago.

“Look there, Ashe - they’re talking about it, let’s listen.” You managed to pick up a few scraps of their conversation.

“Those Overwatch freaks haven’t come here yet, are you sure they don’t have an ambush ready?” Sombra spoke, messing around with her virtual keyboard.

“Even if they are here, we can handle them. We can’t let this end up like the museum. The boss wants this.” Reaper spoke. "You’d better not mess around, Sombra.” He spat. "I won't go easy on you next time." Sombra scoffed, knowing he wouldn't dare. They needed her.

“Stop fighting, you two. Does nothing run on time in this place? Where is the dropship?” Moira broke the tension. She let out a dreaded sigh, rubbing her temples in frustration. “Even with something this valuable, Talon forces are still late. Unbelievable.” She pressed a finger into her ear, muttering a few code words, waiting for a reply, impatiently tapping her foot. Gingerly, she grimaced, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We’re going to have to move the payload ourselves. Let’s go.” She motioned towards the cargo.

As the Talon soldiers marched their way to the payload, Ashe was raring to go. "Come on, (Y/N)! Aren't we gon’ attack them? Ain't that our job, doll?" B.O.B shot you a curious look as he tipped his small fedora. You felt your cheeks slightly pricked with warmth at the mention of the pet name 'doll.' You almost don't notice Ashe getting up and jumping away, followed by her butler. "Oh, Ashe, wait-" You whisper-yelled, whipping your arm out to grab her by the shoulder. But it's too late, she had already jumped off your vantage point and into the spotlight. You jump in after her hesitantly, wanting to have called backup first, as you were outnumbered and in need of a medic in the fight, but you assumed she’d need some back-up.

She slung the Viper over her shoulder, raising her head to show her piercing, blood red eyes from beneath her oversized cowboy hat. She smirked, a cocky demeanour overcoming her. "They say there's no honour among thieves. But that's not how things work around here. Y'all are in my territory now. And you better pray for mercy. Welcome to Deadlock Gorge!" She screams loudly, running towards the payload, claiming it for herself. You run after her having her back, but before you even got close to her, you heard something.

"Apagando las luces!" Sombra yells before hacking you from behind. You squeal upon hearing that line. You look behind you and there she is. Before you could do anything she’d already shot at you, and you do your best to dodge the steady stream of bullets pouring out of her SMG. She chases you around, isolating you from both B.O.B and Ashe.

You were in serious trouble. She ends up cornering you, and as you back up against the wall, you hear, "Luces apagadas, perdedor." She was gonna try and take your life. You close your eyes, your nose scrunched as you awaited the sweet release of death. But it doesn't come. Instead, you hear explosions, several bullets being fired, and Ashe screaming, "Bob, do something!"

Ashe noticed you were missing from the battlefield. You weren't with B.O.B, neither were you anywhere near other Talon operatives. She noticed the funky looking purple agent had gone missing too. She didn't like the sound of this. Better not have been what she was thinking. She wouldn't forgive herself at all if she lost you. She threw in her dynamite, letting it do the work for her, ('snuffing 'em outta there,' as she puts it) as she whistles for Deadlock Gang members to come and help and orders B.O.B around. As the smoke clears, you see that Reaper and Moira are yelling for a tactical retreat, leaving the payload. It would be top risky to try and push it with the Deadlock Gang around. Their yells resound in your ears, and you hear the swift click-clack of heels near you.

"I believe you have somethin' that belongs to me. Put the gun down and me and my doll will be on our way." A low, familiar voice spoke - Ashe! She had come to your rescue, thank God. You opened your eyes and let out a huge breath that you didn't even know you were holding. Sombra was frozen in place, and the cowgirl was pointing her Viper at the back of Sombra's head. You jumped at the opportunity to take your double barrel scattergun and point it at her as well. She laughed in your face, mocking you as she pressed a few buttons on her suit. Her smile quickly dropped.

Ashe chuckled lowly. "Lookin' for this?" She dropped Sombra's broken translocator onto the ground, smashing it further with her heel. It released a satisfying crunch, and you saw Sombra's eyes fill with despair. "Give up and walk away, missy. Reach for the sky."

"You're not going anywhere anyway, so you might as well give up, Sombra." You chimed in, feeling a little awkward. You were nowhere near as cool as Ashe. Your fingers were steadily set on the trigger, ready to shoot.

With a swipe of her fingers and hand, the purple glitch vanished right in front of your eyes, and you heard a low chuckle and a small touch on your nose. Clearly hers. Ashe cursed under her breath, frantically looking around, fumbling to try and locate where Sombra could have gone. "God fucking damnit! Lost her. Damn Talon soldiers… No good tricksters.." Her fiery gaze met yours and was extinguished. She flashed a warm, bright smile. "Come on, darlin', we've got a victory to secure."

She wrapped an arm around you comfortably, as if to keep you close to her to keep you safe from any sort of harm. You weren't complaining, Ashe was the best thing to come into your life since you joined Overwatch back in the glory days.

Now, if only you could tell her that.

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Dramatic, I know! Hope you enjoyed reading that work of art. ~S

Written mostly by ☆Mod Sakura, with some help from ♡Mod Noel

#Ashe #elizabeth caledonia calamity ashe #elizabeth caledonia ashe #overwatch #overwatch x reader #ashe x female reader #ashe x reader #lesbian

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overwatch-imagines-hub · 5 years

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(#Pic4Fic) Imagine Scolding Ashe’s Method of Proposal:

Prompt: “😍💍💋 with Ashe“ via Anon

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You were standing on guard by the doors of the vintage-looking jewelry shop when your girlfriend Elizabeth, smug as ever, sauntered over and perched herself against the door next to you. You glanced over her posture as you waited for her to speak; she was leaned up against the large glass door, as if that wasn’t a dangerous place to be in the middle of a heist, with one booted and spurred foot pressed against the glass and her arms crossed in a way that hid her hands. She was smirking wider than usual, and raised a dark eyebrow when your gaze reached her face again; you responded with an eyebrow quirk of your own.

“So...” you prompted, gesturing at her with your gun slightly, “you gonna actually say something or are you just going to stand there where you can get shot like a sociopath?”

Ashe’s smirk widened into a toothy grin as she slowly unfolded her arms. “Hey, [Y/N].”

“Fuckin’ yeah?” you responded irritably. You glanced outside via the glass doors as you heard sirens begin to ring in the distance, adding, “Could you move out of line of fire maybe?”

Ashe’s only response was to slide a bit closer to you. Then she revealed the ring that been hidden in her hand; it was a simple copper band with a delicately swirling pattern and your favorite gem embedded in it.

“Marry me.”

You blinked. “Ashe, honey, that is a stolen ring.”

“Yes.”

“A ring we haven’t even technically stolen yet, actually.”

“Okay.”

“Ashe, we are in the middle of a heist.”

“All these things you’re saying are true.”

Your heart fluttered at the sound of the sirens getting louder, followed by the sounds of vehicles screeching to a halt. “Ashe, now’s not the time. Get out of the doorway!”

“Will you say yes later?”

“Of course I’ll yes later, ya dumb cowwoman! Now move!” The first police vehicles appeared into view and you moved to push Ashe out of the way, only to miss as she lithely pushed off and moved away from the doors.

“Great,” Ashe said cheerfully, tossing the ring into the air and catching it again as she moved towards the back of the shop. Smirking wide and looking at you through narrowed eyes, she quipped, “Then let’s get a move on. Not a fan anyway; this looks like a place my good old friend McCree would try to pick up a person.”

Armed and ready to fire, you scoped the area outside the front of the shop before slowly backing away after Ashe; it was much quicker, easier, and cleaner if you avoided a gunfight altogether. At the mention of Ashe’s ex-friend that your group often ran into, you just couldn’t help yourself. “Because he likes old folks, or because he marries on the first date or fling?”

Ashe cackled.

“By the way,” you continued, glowering at the growing crowd visible through the shop’s display windows, “That proposal sucked. When we get out of here, I demand a performance!”

#pic4fic #overwatch #overwatch-imagines-hub #overwatch x reader #overwatch headcanons #overwatch imagines #ashe #overwatch ashe #ashe x reader #ashe headcanons #ashe imagines #elizabeth caledonia ashe #elizabeth caledonia calamity ashe #mccree #jesse mccree

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acradelius · 2 years

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some nsfw with ashe please? 👀

"Sweeter Than Sweet Iced Tea~"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe x Reader

Rating: Lemon (NSFW!) [🟡]

Warnings/Mentions Ofs: Secretive Sex Life, Simply Sex- No Strings Attached, Being a Switch, Dominant, Submissive, "Mistress" terms, "Good Girl" terms, Singular Partners, Multiple Partners, Threesomes, Orgies, Preferences to the "Girls, Gays, and Theys", Denial, Teasing, Human x Human Sex, Human x Omnic Sex, Customizable Gentelia, Persuasion/Manipulation of sex with (Y/N) and others, "love and hate" sex, sex with Cassidy.

Word Count: 714 Words

Author's Note: Ex-queeze me, you have some explaining to do that caused this to come out. Like insert that one "gawd damn" tik tok sound here bestie.

Elizabeth Caledonia “Calamity” Ashe. Surrounded by wealth and privilege as a young child, ensured by her Mommy and Daddy’s “old money” that she would have every opportunity to succeed. And succeeded she did, becoming a respected figure within the criminal underworld. The leader of the famous Deadlock Gang, her being ambitious and calculating. While she did have these specific and high standards upholds to her appearance and her reputation, there’s always that uphold that goes on behind closed doors that only seem to be theories, or secrets from the world.

This goes especially with her sexual interests within the bedroom. You heard right: “sexual interest”. Ashe wasn’t one for an actual romance or intimate life with a significant other. With everything she was doing, along with also doing everything else that her henchmen being insubordinate, she simply didn’t have time for any of that. Just a moment or two of physical pleasure with others and then she would move on. Maybe commiting in acts as such a couple times of month at most.

Ashe, despite being considered a woman of dominance throughout her workforce and seemingly in life in general, she’s actually a Switch within the bedroom. Sometimes Ashe would continue with her high from dominance and take control of her partner(s), usually ones like (Y/N). She loved seeing them squirm in lustful distress, them begging her to bring them to a release. Yet, if Mistress says that they need to wait a little bit longer to cum, then that’s just how it’s going to be. Yet, there’s other times where Ashe is just so physically drained from everything going on, or she wants to give the reins to someone else for some time, then she’ll agree to being the submissive one. Being underneath someone else’s commands, having to beg that she’ll be such a good girl and do whatever it takes to be able to be brought to an orgasm, or five.

Ashe’s definitely one to have multiple partners, whether she takes them on individually or multiples at once during a night of fun. She’s always down for experimenting with her partner(s), guiding them into having threesome or double penetration sessions. Whether she’s the one giving pleasure or receiving pleasure, she’s always sure to make sure that her partners along with herself are satisfied. She would admit that if there’s multiple partners at once she’s more into giving pleasure to the “girls, gays, and theys” all while playing denial and teasing with the men, or others.

If there’s anything about this that would surprise anyone, even having surprised herself when Ashe became more into it, is that Ashe doesn’t mess around with just humans. She also messes around with Omnics as well. I mean, does anyone actually believe that Bob’s there just to be her secondary during missions and all that? She sometimes likes to test her own limits, and using Omnics can satisfy that itch. They don’t have limits to their stamina as humans do, “genitalia” can be altered to the mind’s desire, and Ashe doesn’t have to worry about the possibility of an accidental or unwanted pregnancy. She’ll even go as far as to introduce (Y/N) to some of her Omnic “friends” to join in with them.

Personally feel like she’d be into the whole “love and hate” type of sex sessions with Cassidy. There’d be times it’d be quite rough, angsty, and jealous sex in the middle of the night away from everyone else. Yanking at Cassidy’s hair while she whispers insults into his ear, becoming angrier whenever he’d just laugh, bucking his hips harshly to get his name to tumble out past her lips. Other times it’s built up, having hours of foreplay, before they disappear away from others to indulge in the gentle, passionate pleasure. Ashe mumbling about how it seems that Cassidy is the only one that seems to get her , and she wishes he could stay longer.

In summary, Ashe might be an independent dominant criminal leader on the outside. Yet, she’s more of a freak and the sheets and she’s living for it. If people happen to find out, they better keep their mouths shut unless they want to end up somewhere off in the desert never to be found again.

#ashe overwatch #elizabeth caledonia ashe #x reader #requests?! thank you<3 #lemon rating #lord have mercy

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astarlow · 2 years

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hi!! if ur requests r still open could i possibly have either a ashe x fem reader angst to fluff writing prompt (if u can! if u can’t that’s 100% fine and you can just turn it into a one shot or something else!!) maybe like a mission went wrong or a argument broke out, it’s up to u! i hope u have a nice day!! keep up the amazing work!! 💖💖

Characters: Ashe Form: One-shot/Writing prompt Word count: 4791 Warning: Heavy injuries, coma, clear description of injuries, death Writing Prompt: "Please don't let me be alone" "This isn't what I wanted" Synopsis: After a major fail, Ashe is worried you're not going to make it A/n: I took a writing prompt from one of my prompt lists. I hope this is what you wanted! If not, don't hesitate to hit me up with another request. I am honoured some of you are still sticking around and I couldn't be happier. Thank you for the kind words! I admit I didn't expect it to be this long. Still, I wish it'll be to your satisfaction. I hope you have a nice day as well!

There's not a second that passes by when Ashe isn't planning some heist. It became her routine and soon enough, you followed her through this routine.

"Alright treasure, you're ready for the heist?" You check over your weapon, securing it in your hand. You test your comms to see if you hear one of your comrades. You give her a nod once you make sure everything is good to go.

"Ready to go." She throws you a wig and false ID. You catch it with nonchalance, placing it on your head easily. You had it made tailored after all.

“Go drive the truck then, you remember the plan don’t you?” You take the key from her hand, a smile gracing your features.

“Of course, I do. You explained it to me multiple times. Drive the truck to the location, and switch it with our partners. Inspect the goods and then secure them. All the while you’re dealing with the police or whoever will try to foil our plan.” She chuckles, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“That’s right pumpkin, go. I’ll gather the crew.” You leave a kiss on the corner of her lips then leave the room. Ashe lets you go with a smirk. This would be an easy heist. After all, it couldn’t be really called a heist. It is just an exchange for them to gather some weapons and supplies for their next big heist. She goes into their hideout, going over the plan one last time with them.

You await your partner for this mission in the truck. You are the one driving it today. They scramble into the truck when they are being yelled at by Ashe. You can’t help but chuckle, she doesn’t like to be late. Especially for a transaction. Unfortunately, in the Deadlock Gang, not a lot of them liked to be on time.

“Ready to go Alex?” They grumble something under their breath that you cannot quite grasp. “Still sleepy, huh? Try to sleep during the drive to the rendezvous place. It’s a two-hour drive.”

“Really? Don’t need me to check things or something?” You shake your head, hands on the wheel.

“Nah, and in that state, I don’t think you’d be very efficient.” They guffaw at your remark and nod their head along.

“That’s right lass! Don’t mind my tired ass then.” You start the truck and follow your GPS with ease. Those roads are familiar to you, you are used to driving on them. There’s another truck behind you, containing more goods. B.O.B also hides in it to make sure no one tries to steal from you. You play some music to keep yourself focused, humming along with the tune whenever you know the music. Alex doesn’t seem to mind either. They are probably in a deep slumber, you could use a quick nap too but it would come after this mission.

‘Is everything alright?’

“We’re literally on the road Ashe, I don’t know what could go wrong,” you respond, amused at her question.

‘Just checking in on you, everything could go wrong. You know that. Don’t let your guard down’ That is something you couldn’t deny. You had multiple heists that went horribly wrong in a matter of minutes. You know she is worried, rightfully and something in your body stirs. Like it is a warning when Sam and Chris spoke up.

‘Boss is getting soft!’

‘Trust her would you Ashe? She’s your partner after all, and not just partner in crime” You hear them bickering in the background until the comms are shut down. You try to smile at their childishness but the feeling doesn’t stop nor soften. Instead, it picks up as you are approaching your destination. You gulp down your nervousness, trying to rationalize. Everything would go perfectly. Ashe went over this plan times and times again, to find any flaws.

You stop at the red light, rubbing your hands. Only twenty more minutes and they will arrive at the location. You breathe deeply in, exhaling after a few seconds. This is going to be okay.

“Wow lass, you’re in quite a state,” they mumble. You see one of their eyes is open and staring at you. “You’re even sweating, stressed much about this? It’s just an exchange, the boss and her crew will deal with reinforcements. We just gotta do our parts and be on our merry way.” You know they’re right. You convince yourself they are right but your body doesn’t want to agree.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s just an exchange, right? Everything will be fine.”

You drive into the rendezvous place. It’s a giant hideout, a bit like the one you have back in New Mexico. It’s a little bit empty though.

“Ahhh, if it isn’t the Queen’s lass, how are you doin’?” You smile when you see one of your informants. This is going to be fine.

Ashe inspects the location, outside of the hideout. She has her trusted rifle with her as she scans the landscape. She doesn’t see any enemy and something doesn’t feel right for her. She knows, somehow, the police always get their hands on some pieces of information about her heist. They only arrive too late to capture them.

“Alex, how is the exchange going?” She uses her comms to communicate with the second team. She knows you’re talking to the other gang, making sure every item on the list is here.

‘Everything’s good, we’re halfway through. For now, they have everything ready for us. There’s just this annoying beeping, I wish they could shut it down you know? Meh, I guess they like-’ a first explosion inside the hideout cuts the conversation short. Ashe’s eyes widen as she finally hears the sirene of the police.

“An ambush… Those dirty dogs fucking ambushed us! Everyone! Get in place! Let’s show them who’s ruling this land!”

“Aye, aye Ashe!” She takes her rifle and takes down the wheels of two cars so they crash into each other.

“Alex? Alex, do you hear me? Is everyone okay? Is (Y/n)-”

‘I-I don’t see her anymore boss… We’ve been separated when the first bomb exploded. Debris fell down and we can't access the other side.’ Their breathing is ragged and she curses herself. This mission was supposed to be safe. She better be safe.

“Get your asses back here with whoever you can find. Hold the fort while I’ll search for her, understand?”

‘Of course, bo-’ A second and a third explosion ring and nothing could get worse at this point. The whole hideout collapses on itself, the foundation starts to sink and even the entrance is blocked. She punches a nearby wall, gritting her teeth in anger. She notices in the corner of her eyes that two are smiling from ears to ears. She notes it somewhere in the back of her mind, heading to the hideout. She examined the plan of this hideout, there is more than one entrance or exit. And she intends to find them.

“(Y/n), do you hear me?”

‘...’ There is noise but no coherent sentence coming out.

“Answer me, do you hear me? Are you alright?”

‘I- B.O.B- blood-’ the comms keep shutting down and she wonders if it is because of all the debris. And everything she hears is not reassuring her.

“I’m coming for you, you better stay alive in the meantime.”

‘No!- place is coming down- dare- come in-’

“You think I’m leaving you behind? Ain’t no way this is happening doll, I’m getting your ass back to the base.” She runs toward one of the entrances but to her disappointment, it’s blocked by debris.

‘It’s no use Ashe-’ she clearly hears your voice without the interference and her heart sinks when she hears your broken voice. She clearly knows you’re crying right now. ‘My left arm is blocked under some rubble and I can’t get it out. I can’t feel my arm anymore… My ears are ringing- My head is spinning and I- I can barely form any coherent sentence. At least, B.O.B is with me. Maybe I won’t die alone… I don’t want to die Elizabeth. I’m scared.’ Time stops for a moment and she forgets to breathe. She’s not letting you die, you’re not dying. Not now and not anytime soon.

“I don’t care, we’re going back to the base together. B.O.B get her out through any means. Move mountains if you have to but both of you are getting out of here. You’re not dying here, get it?!”

You shake your head at her stubbornness. What couldn’t she understand? You wish she’d whisper you some comforting words but you also know this is her way of comforting you. It shows she cares, even in a dire situation like this one. B.O.B tilts his head to the side, looking around him and at you. He definitely couldn’t lift the rubble crushing your arm but if he does, he could get you out. He has scanned the hideout and already marked an exit when you entered the hideout. He walks around, searching for anything to help you.

Ashe gave him an order and he also appreciates you. He would do anything to save you, including moving mountains. You stare at him, rummaging through the debris to find something useful while you’re slowly losing consciousness. There’s so much blood around you, all of this coming from you. Your breathing accelerates but they are quite shallow. You can hear your heart rate getting higher and higher but there’s nothing you can do to stop the bleeding. Maybe you would die here, in the dark.

“I should've known it wouldn’t be an easy mission…” you mutter to yourself. B.O.B comes back with a knife and your eyes widen. “Wow- what are you planning to do with that-” you suck in it a breath when you realize what he wants to do. “O-ok, just make it quick.”

Ashe fights back against the police with one in a lifetime brutality and ferocity. All of her frustration and worries, she takes it out on them. They deserve it.

“Boss! We’re almost out of ammunition! We can’t stay here forever! What use is there for us here? We lost our goods!” She bites her lower lip, thinking about this situation quickly.

“Retreat first, I’ll stay here until we’re good to go!” The Deadlock gang starts to assemble, getting in the truck to quickly leave the scene. She shots an officer in the head before hiding behind a building. She’s going to run out of ammunition soon.

“Uhm- Boss… BOSS! B.O.B is here!” She snaps her hide to the side, seeing B.O.B coming out of the hideout with a bloodied woman. And this woman, she recognizes it as her lover. Your left arm had disappeared and a cloth is wrapped around it to prevent any more blood from escaping. Her own blood is boiling when she sees you in this state. You are unconscious at this point.

“Let’s get out of here then!” She throws her last dynamite at the police, making it explode when it is near them enough. She enters the car and B.O.B deposits you in the backseat while he drives the car. Elizabeth takes a seat next to you, checking the damage.

"You guys get back to the hideout, take the wounded to different hospitals under fake IDs."

'Aye Ashe'

B.O.B drives to the nearest hospital at a frightening speed. He has already committed multiple infractions but he couldn't care less. She, on the other hand, is losing her cool seeing all the blood on you. Your arm is missing and a pool of blood is forming on the seat.

"Shit, that's a ton of blood..." She keeps her hands on your wound, applying pressure on it. She isn't a doctor but she knows she needs to stop that blood from flowing out of your body. She notices your breath is slowing down and her heart skips a beat. “Don’t you dare die here you hear me? B.O.B, faster!” He pushes his foot on the accelerator, avoiding the cars on the road with ease.

Once they arrive at the hospital, there are multiple people waiting outside with a stretcher. Ashe carries you to the stretcher until they take care of you. She can’t hear what they are saying but based on their expressions, they are just as shocked as she is. They head to the operating room while she is told to stay in the waiting room along with B.O.B.

She taps her feet against the ground, staring at the surgery room. She thinks about what she could have done better for you to avoid being in this mess. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing you but as time passes by, it feels like this possibility is getting more real. Time feels incredibly slow when she’s waiting. Each minute that passes by without knowing your state is like an eternity. It’s killing her from the inside.

She is taken out of her thought when B.O.B hands her a bottle of water and new clothes. With this situation at hand, she forgets she’s still bloodied from carrying you and probably dirty from the confrontation with the police. She sighs as she heads to the bathroom. This is going to be a long day, one she is sure she’s not going to forget.

After a few hours, a surgeon comes out of the surgery room. He looks at Ashe from head to toes, asking her to follow him. She squints at him, knowing he is suspicious of her. Nonetheless, she’s in a hospital and she won’t cause a ruckus here. She has manners after all. The surgeon takes her outside of the hospital, as he lits his cigarette, he stares at her.

“You know, the police are offering quite a big bounty for your head. And with this lady here, I’m sure we could use it against you. Fortunately for you, I am too old to meddle with you gangsters.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “You’re lucky though, Dr Ziegler is here and she told me she’d try her best to help your friend here. Although her state is more than critical, I have faith in her. I wouldn’t have high hopes nonetheless, she still lost an important quantity of blood when she lost her arm. All of this combined with severe head injuries, I hope for you she’s a fighter.” She doesn’t say anything but she is relieved to hear they would still help her.

When they exit the surgery, she stops breathing for a moment. She almost cannot bear to hear the news. Dr Ziegler sees her and something in her stand shifts. At first, she tenses up but when she recognizes the dread on her face, she approaches her.

“Are you with her?” She mutters a weak answer and Angela cannot treat this woman as a wanted criminal, for now. She just sees a caring woman awaiting the news. Almost like every patient she had. “Her state is stable for the moment. We had to put her through coma because of serious brain injuries and important blood loss. She’ll likely wake up in the next few weeks but it is still uncertain. We’ll check her vitals every hour for the next week and come back to you for a clearer checkup. You can visit her during visiting hours, and talk to her like you would any other time. I’ll just ask you to not cause any more commotion Ashe. If you do, I won’t hesitate to call a higher authority.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not dumb enough to try something right here and right now.” She appears satisfied with this answer and leaves with a nod. She heads to your room and each step she takes is heavy. She has to drag herself there. B.O.B is standing in front of the door, waiting for her to come in. She opens the door while asking B.O.B to watch over the hallways and to warn her if someone suspicious asks to enter the room.

You lay on a bed, cleaned and with a new set of clothes. The left sleeve is empty and she knows why. She takes out her wig and her hat, placing them on the table. She sits on the chair, arms crossed before her chest and gaze directed at you.

“This isn’t what I wanted… It was supposed to go flawlessly with no casualties. Especially not you.” She admires you and you look so peaceful right now. Yet, in her mind, she still hears your desperate voice.

‘I don’t want to die Elizabeth. I’m scared.’ She holds your hand in hers, kissing the back of it.

“You won’t ever be alone darling, you won’t ever be scared. I’m just asking you to come back to me. You’re my treasure, I wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me. Even death. So please, come back. Please, don't let me be alone.” She surely sounds selfish right at this moment but it’s true. You’re her everything and she couldn’t lose you so soon. Not when you still have so much to live alongside her. She can’t bear the thought of burying you into the cold ground.

B.O.B enters the room when someone informs him the visit hours are over. He scurries inside the room, noticing Elizabeth holding your hands while she tells you of all the plans she wants you to be a part of her. She turns her head when she hears B.O.B and he points behind him. She watches the clock and gets up. She kisses you on your forehead, putting her wig and hat back.

“Goodnight, darling,” she whispers then closes the door.

Once she’s out of the hospital, she takes in her phone and calls her trusty right-hand man.

“Frankie, care to dig in some pieces of information for me?”

‘Sure boss, what do you need?’

“Tell me anything you can find on Sam and Chris. I’ve got a nasty feeling about them. If you find anything that can be linked to today’s disaster, inform me of it. I want to make the traitors pay.”

‘Wow, you sure are angry about it. Sure, I’ll scout their devices and recent visits. I’ll tell you when I find something juicy.’ She closes her phone, deciding to take her mind off for a while.

She spends the next weeks visiting you at least once a week. She still needs to fix that fiasco of last time. She finds time for you though. Always. It’s another day of visits when Frankie arrives.

“Ashe, we found the traitor. You’re not gonna like this, it might be best if we leave the room for a moment.” She stares at him for a moment then takes her hat back. She gets up, listening to his advice to avoid any disturbance in her sleeping presence. She has hope for you, she knows you’ll wake up. It is just a matter of time. It doesn’t hurt less nonetheless.

She places her back against the wall, outside of the hospital where no one can hear them. She tilts her head to the side, showing him she is ready to hear what he has learnt. He scratched the back of his neck, handing her multiple papers.

“As you feared, it is indeed Sam and Chris who betrayed us. They sold us out to the authority a week before the operation started. We’ve tied them up in one of our cells and we’re awaiting your orders boss.” Her eyebrows twitch from anger and she restrains herself from causing a ruckus near a hospital. She has some control over herself after all. She reads the papers closer and grits her teeth.

Two of her own sold them out. They are the Deadlock Gang, they are family and they sold the entire family for what? Some money and protection from the authority. The gang has clear rules. Only four rules: keep your word, don’t work with the law, respect each other’s territory and always punish betrayal. And oh boy, she is going to punish them.

“Soften them up, I’m going to collect some tools.” He acknowledges her words and leaves fast enough.

“Miss Caledonia? (Y/n) has woken up.” She snaps her head to the side, glaring at Dr Ziegler. “Do be careful when you’ll be talking to her. She might be confused as to where she is and what happened to her. Especially after she lost her arm. We can suggest she get a prosthetic if it bothers her. Today’s technology has improved a lot more-” she doesn’t wait for her to finish her sentence as she is dashing inside the hospital. Angela watches her leave with a sigh, although the smile on her face tells a lot more than it should.

“(Y/n)!?” She calls out once she reaches the room. You’re sitting up, talking to a nurse about your condition. The nurse in question glares at her for shouting loudly. She finishes her sentence and leaves you both alone.

“H-hey ‘Liz…” your voice is quite hoarse. She should’ve expected it, it’s been a few weeks and you couldn’t use your voice. She approaches you with a frown.

“You do that one more time and I’ll be the one putting you in a bed hospital.” Your eyes widen and you smile at her. “You don’t know how much I’ve been worried about you. If it weren’t for the fact you’re recovering, I would be kicking your ass.” You mention her to come closer and she does it reluctantly. You attempt to hug her but it’s pitiful. You can’t even wrap your arm around her and you can’t lift yourself to embrace her fully. She, on the other hand, hugs you tightly, afraid to let go.

“You scared me to death treasure.” She tightens her grasp and you place your head in the crook of her neck.

“I didn’t mean to. At least, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“What about your arm?” She cups your cheek with one of her hands to look you in the eyes. You shake your head, staring lovingly at her.

“It’s just an arm. The nurse told me I could get a prosthetic while I’m recovering and I said yes. It’s an arm, it’s not my life. I can get it replaced. I don’t mind it much.” She sits on the side of the bed, watching you for a while.

“It’s going to get some for you to get used to it, you know that right?”

“As I said, I don’t mind. You’ll be here anyway, right? Like you promised.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“You said it yourself, I won’t ever be alone. I won’t ever be scared-”

“I’m just asking you to come back to me. Guess you heard me huh?” She hides her blush from you by looking away. You muffle a burst of laughter, shuffling closer to you.

“Hmm, yes. It was adorable. Thanks for sticking by ‘Liz.”

Time Skip

“This is really weird.” You move your new arm around and it feels heavier than your original one. Of course, it would. Unlike the one you had, it is made of steel and not of flesh and skin. You’re on one of the couches in your living room, Elizabeth sitting next to you.

“Give yourself time darlin’, it’s only been four days since you’ve been discharged.” You lay your head on her lap and stare at the ceiling. You still can’t believe what you have gone through. The fact you are still alive scared you sometimes, when you wake up in sweats and your new limb is hurting you, you remind yourself that you are indeed alive.

“Hmm. I guess.” There is a slight silence before you talk again.

“I was thinking ‘Liz, could we take some of the money we earn and donate to some charities? I know, we’re criminals but after what happened to me, I want to thank her, thank them.” She mulls over your proposition, patting your head. She told you about those two doctors who decided to not call the police on you. You felt grateful to them and you feel you owed them something after their act of kindness.

“I guess we could, this doctor did save your ass and the one didn’t snitch us. It’s not like we’re running out of money either. With those heists we’ve been pulling, I guess you can go on a spending spree. Then choose one or two, or ten, I don’t care. Just don’t go over 10 million dollars, alright? We do need to get more weapons, supplies and food.” You clap your hands in excitement but immediately regret it when you touch the cold steel. You wince a little bit but get up and kiss her cheek.

“Thanks ‘Liz!” Only you get up a little bit too quickly and you lose balance. Elizabeth catches you with difficulty since she was also sitting on the couch.

“Take it easy treasure, you’re still recovering. I just told you.” You rub the back of your head, blushing a bit from embarrassment. You tend to forget you just woke up from a deep slumber a few weeks ago. Your body still isn’t accustomed to this new prosthetic either.

“Right, sorry. I was just overexcited. After all, you gave me a big budget.”

“The money will still be here. Think about who you’re going to give it to. Don’t give it to some crappy or shady ones.”

“Of course! I’ll do my research.” Once you give the money, you decide to go to that doctor’s office to thank her in person. And, you bring Elizabeth with you. Of course, she has a better costume than before so no one could actually recognize her. She’s groaning because she doesn’t want to but you kind of forced her to accompany you.

“Come on, it won’t be that bad. I just want to thank her, give her the flowers and leave. I already told her I’d come so you’re stuck with me.” You link your arms with her and drag her across the street. She rubs her temples and follows you.

“I’m stuck with you.” You enter her office with ease, presenting your name to her secretary, she guided you to her office. She is reading some documents when she sees you. You wave at her and Elizabeth doesn’t say anything. She knows what she sounds like, she doesn’t want her new cover to blow up.

“Dr Ziegler, is that right?” She gets up from her seat, extending a hand to you. You shake it with your new arm, surprising her.

“Please, call me Angela, Ms. (L/n). I see you have accustomed to your new limb. You’re quite a fast learner.”

“Ah please, call me (Y/n) then. And yeah, with the right people it can become a lot easier.” You wink at Elizabeth and she scoffs at your antics. “Anyways, I just wished to thank you from the bottom of my heart. My partner told me you were one of the doctors who saved my life. So, please accept these.” You hand her a bouquet of flowers, a letter you have written and some Swiss Chocolate. You did some research and learnt she is from Switzerland. You hope she would like them.

“These are for me? You shouldn’t have. All in a day of work, I’m just glad I’ve been able to save you.” She places the gifts on her table, admiring the flowers for a minute before smiling at you. “Partner, you say? It’s a shame she couldn’t come, and you are her friend?” She glances at Ashe and she only gives a nod, avoiding the discussion. “Hmm, strange. I’ve got the feeling I’ve already seen you somewhere.”

“Anyway, we’ve got to go. It’s been a pleasure Dr- Angela! I hope you’ll have a nice day! Bye!” You take Elizabeth by the hand and leave the building while laughing along the way.

“Nice friend, you are, aren’t you?” You say with a smirk and Elizabeth throws her wig away.

“Shut up. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t drag me here.”

“Yeah, that’s how nice of a friend you are.” You keep laughing while Elizabeth only sighs. She couldn’t complain too much. If it weren’t for this doctor, you would’ve been gone. That’s something she can’t imagine nor does she want to. You’re here. It’s the only that mattered to her right now.

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Imagine - Reader being the Ladies’ mentor and they have to kill you

Request by Matthew_Sionis on Wattpad

Request: Scenario: The reader is betrayed by the ladies with the reader being a mentor to their skills (I.e. Sombra's hacking skills, etc.) and has to be killed.

This imagine contains: Ashe, Pharah, Sombra, Symmetra and Tracer

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Ashe

You tapped your fingers against the table, looking at the clock. You were in no hurry, but somehow, your eyes were glued on the clock. Heels clicked against the ground. You didn't turn around, knowing the person that entered your base.

"20 years and still counting. You still haven't beat my gang, as you promised you would do." You placed down your hat on the table, turning around, you were met with the end of Ashe's viper.

"And I'll soon finish what I've started." You showed two glasses and one bottle of alcohol with your hands.

"Have one last drink then 'Liz. Or are you too busy? No dirty tricks, promise." You never liked to use them and you knew Ashe hated them as well. She approached you, lowering her gun.

"One drink then." You poured the alcohol in her glass then in your own. You watched the liquid a moment. The present mixed up with the past.

The tavern was noisy. The successful heist bringing joy to everyone present in the building. You were already planning the next attack on a rival gang of yours. It had been years you were at each other's throat but you didn't try to finish them. Now should be the time. You rubbed your eyes when you heard all the noise. Next thing you knew, your door had been destroyed. You raised your eyebrows when you noticed the daughter of the wealthy Caledonia with an Omnic by her side. Her gun pointed at you.

"Now, what is this all for?" You settled your papers on the side, keeping a calm demeanour. It wasn't the first time someone barged into your territory with a weapon in their hands.

"It's time for you to give up your throne, old-timer."

"Hmmm, if I'm giving my throne, it would be to someone suitable. Not to a young adult who thinks she can have everything with violence." Your teammates arrived behind them as quietly as possible and knocked them out. Well, they attempted to do it on the Omnic but it didn't quite work. But it didn't respond. It only watched.

"Why don't you bring her back where she is supposed to be? And tell her, if she wants my throne, she will have to bring down my whole kingdom before that." It nodded then left with Elizabeth on its shoulder.

Elizabeth kept going after you but she managed to do her heists as well. She was a queen for multitasking. And upon every wins and defeat she had, she also learnt from her mistakes. You were offering her lessons with every fight. The only thing she wasn't sure of is if you were doing it on purpose.

20 years had passed since that first meeting. And Elizabeth stayed true to her promise, she destroyed your gang little by little. And now, you were the only one that represented the gang."What are you going to do after my death?" You finished your drink in one sip, hating the feeling it brought along.

"Pullin' more heists, what do you want me to do? I'm a rebel." Your weary smile shone despite the darkness of the room.

"Right. Here, take those little gifts from me." It was a black hat with your old gang symbol on it. You changed it throughout the time but you would always remember the original one. The other gift was a red tie.

"Happy birthday 'Liz." She blinked a few times.

"You... knew it?"

"Of course, why do you think there was always a single rose on your gang's entry? Anyway, it's getting late don't you think? Why don't you end it now? Not that I don't want to keep talking to you, but you were here for something else, didn't you?" She grabbed her new hat, placing it in a particular way so you wouldn't see her teary eyes.

"See you around 'Liz. Take care of yourself," you muttered. She watched you one last time, her eyes empty of tears now. When the shot rang, she looked at your lifeless body. She gritted her teeth then closed your eyes. B.O.B arrived a moment after, wrapping your corpse in a cloth. They walked away.

It was weird for Ashe to fight against other gangs now. She was so used to see your gang and your face in every gang war. Your absence marked a void in her heart. The way you taught her some of her skills, how you always looked out for her even when she didn't notice it. You were more of a parental figure than her parents were. She didn't regret her choice, but she always wondered if she could have just ask you to give your throne to her after she destroyed your empire.

Pharah

You would never forget the day Fareeha came to your door, asking to teach her. You were a long time friend with her mother. You were just as hurt as her when her death was announced. You gladly accepted and you took her under your wings.

Each day was a challenge, dealing with loss, anger, sadness as well as learning to be a better soldier. But just like Ana, Fareeha was an excellent soldier. You knew she would be great if one day she decided to enter the army. She would accomplish her duty, no matter what.

"You'll have to get rid of (Y/n), Pharah, this is an order from your commander. Definitely." She blinked at the mention of your name. Why would you pose a threat to the population? Or Helix?

"Can I ask why?"

"Just look at you, you're one of our best soldiers if not the best and (Y/n) formed you. Just imagine what would happen if one day, they decide to train the wrong person? They could become the next Doomfist. And we can't let this happen. You have a month to accomplish this task." And that's how she was at your door, a day before the period ended.

She debated with herself for weeks, but in the end, she would carry her mission. People always told her she had a strong sense of justice, right now, she wasn't so sure of herself.

You opened the door with a wide smile. Age was starting to get you, but you were still full of life.

"Fareeha, what's bringing- oh, let me rephrase this. Wanna have some tea together? Discuss about what's going on with Helix." She didn't need to be a genius to know you understood what brought her here. Nonetheless, she accepted your offer.

You prepared the tea while she took her usual place. The decoration never changed over fifteen years. There was still this picture from years ago. Ana was holding hand with Sam, you were behind them, your arms wrapped around their shoulders and Fareeha was in front of everyone. She brushed her fingers over the frame, memories flooding her mind. The sound of cups being placed on the table broke her from her reverie.

"Feels like yesterday when we took that picture, right? But, enough talking about me. Did Helix ask you to come and finish me?" She didn't answer verbally, she hadn't the strength to do so, instead she nodded.

"It's a shame they asked you to do it."

"You're not against it?" You shrugged as you sipped in your cup.

"They may be right. What if the next time I'm training someone, they're not as good as you and decide to join Talon? It's true, killing may not be the best option but we're talking about Helix. They don't accept one misstep." She lowered her glance, glaring at her gun in her holster. You placed your hands on top of hers.

"I would never blame you Fareeha. I'll always be proud of you. Just promise me to take a break after this, okay? Return to your house, I know you'll be in good hands there. Miracles do happen." She didn't understand what you meant but she didn't try as well.

"Thank you for everything."

She would always hear the gun shooting whenever she thought of you. You were always here, even though you died. And strangely, in her dreams, you were always smiling. Of course, she wished she never had to do that but you didn't blame her either so her heart was a little bit at peace. And you were right, miracles do happen.

Sombra

Sombra. That name made you think of a lot of things. Mostly the thought of a child coming up to you and asking for help. Your services were quite known in the underground. You had your share of... original clients but a child was a first. But we all gotta start somewhere right? The second thing that came into your mind was a talented child. Sombra was good in hacking, and you knew in a few decades she would be better than you, that's for sure. The last thing that came to you was a childish human being. She had to learn to be an adult fast, but she always carried with her a part of her childhood. That made her who she was today.

When you noticed the person in front of you, you didn't question yourself if you were right, you knew you were. The outfit, the stance, and mainly, the face were something you could recognize easily. You placed your cane in front of you, looking at her with eyebrows raised.

"Sombra, it's good to see you in shape. And alive." She smirked as she walked closer, nodding.

"Same goes for you, but I'm not sure if you'll stay alive for long." You hummed slightly. You were getting old, you could potentially use technology to help you but you were good like this. You didn't like the idea of living longer artificially.

"I guess you found a stable job then? What was it called already? Talon, right?" You eyed her from the corner of your eyes. You knew the answer, you always have. You were constantly keeping an eye on her. Whether she knew it or not, it didn't matter. In a way, she was the daughter you never had.

Her face didn't betray what she was feeling inside.

"Come on kiddo, I know you're not here just to discuss." The gun wasn't really well hidden but she wanted it to be quick but when she saw you, she hesitated. She learnt it with Amélie, hesitating could be deadly. But she wasn't a sniper and you weren't her enemy, at least that's what she attempted to think.

"Don't blame me too much (Y/n), it's how it goes." You smiled at her, facing her one last time."I know. I'm glad you found somewhere you feel great, where you can be yourself. You became really skilled by the way. Hack the planet my friend."

"Por supuesto mentor. (Of course)" She shot you, her head almost looking away but when she met your peaceful eyes, she didn't feel so guilty.

It was how her life was and would continue to be. It always had been this way. But she had to admit this kill was harder than usual. You weren't just anyone for her. You had been her teacher. And you taught her to not get too attached or else the job would be too hard. But she couldn't help it, you were like a parental figure for her. But there was no use to dwell on the past. She had killed you and she would accept the consequences.

She didn't give you a proper burial. She saw no use in it. But whenever she went to that bar you appreciated, she always doubled her order. As if you were with her, talking about the good old times. She swore she was seeing your ghost on the lonely nights she was having.

Symmetra

You were the one that noticed her talent, so naturally, you took her in. You taught her everything you knew, she assimilated the bases easily and learned by herself how to make it better. You watched her grow and became more skilled as you were becoming older.

You, too, believed in Vishkar's lies, but that was a long time ago. You were done with them. You didn't explain to Satya why you left. You didn't think she needed the explanation. She still believed Vishkar's goals, while you didn't. Nothing tied you to them anymore. You were aware Satya would be fine by herself, but maybe you should visit her from time to time.

Talon had their eyes on you since the beginning. If you had stayed in Vishkar, maybe they wouldn't have needed to deal with you but now that you left, you were a threat to them and you had to be eliminated. It didn't matter how, it had to be done.

Satya was one of the only people you trusted enough to give your location. Every month, she would visit you and discuss with you. But, she wasn't aware of the fact you were a target. She couldn't know. You never talked to her about Talon and Vishkar would never admit they were planning on killing you as well. So when her bosses asked for the address of your house, she didn't think of anything bad and gave them the address.

The next day, it was the day to visit you. Instead of seeing you in front of the door, a smile gracing your face, she saw a building in ruins. It was obvious a blaze happened. But when she looked closely to what remained of the walls, she noticed bullets. Satya quickly put the piece together, a fight happened here. And she was afraid she was the one who caused it. If only she didn't give your address, you would still be standing in front of her.

She doesn't know how to feel, should she feel guilty for giving your address? She imagined you in front of her. It was her way to rationalize the situation.

"Focus on the present Satya, look at what life can offer you and all you did and can do. I'll always be proud of you." You always said that when she felt like she couldn't give anything to the world. "Don't let your ideas cloud what's true." She placed the flowers on your grave. She would never forget all your teaching. You had done a lot of things so she could succeed. You were the parent she never had. You made her feel loved in a world where she felt she didn't belong in.

Tracer

Lena, even though being hyperactive at times, was a great student. She always thrived to do better even when she was at her best. She had a great sense of justice, she would sometimes disobey the law to do what seemed right to her.

You were glad to call her your friend. But unlike her, you didn't stay in the light. You were a shadow, a creature living in the dark. It was a miracle you even crossed path with Lena and even more that you got to teach her. During your career, you were one of the best pilots and shooters in the world. Now, you were someone who tried to live a peaceful life. But some demons just never leave. Yours was called Talon.

Once you worked with them, you couldn't just leave them like you tried to do. They would chase you across the world. That's how you ended up chained with agents of Overwatch in front of you. With one of your old student in it.

"(Y/n)? It's... You?"

"We'll leave you alone, but you have to end them when you're finished Tracer." You smiled even though you knew your end was near. They left shortly after, closing the door to give you some much-needed privacy.

"So, Overwatch huh? Suits you well Lena. But I don't remember you having this strange machine on your chest. Had a new adventure?" She sat in front of you, her eyes filled with tears.

"I can't believe you joined Talon, love!" Her voice was filled with anger. She was so confused but even if she was mad, she couldn't truly hate you and it showed. She kept calling you love as she did with everyone else.

"I was young and naive once. And, as much I wanted to leave, they're too tough to give up on me. But I prefer you to remember me as your mentor more than anything else." You scratched the back of your head, sighing heavily. "I know, I'm your enemy now, but will you do it? I would like to know this before my death." She stayed silent which was unusual for her. She got up suddenly, ruffling her hair in frustration.

"I don't know if I can love! I trusted you! And I'm just learning you were with Talon all this time!" You shook your head.

"Not all this time. The time I had with you was the time I had spent free from the grip of Talon. You showed me I could be better. But nothing ever lasts. Not for me at least. I'm aware you've never killed. But I believe this is your duty, right?" She gave a shaky nod through the tears. You got up, wiping her tears away. You gently grabbed her hand, placing her gun in her grip.

"I admire you, Lena, for being what I could never be. Learn from everything and everyone. Time is precious, our existence is limited. Love you, Oxton." The blood poured out of your body while Lena cried all the tears remaining in her body. Her teammates arrived when they heard the shots. They attempted to help her but nothing could ease the pain that accompanied grief. Time seemed to slow down. It was quite ironic for someone who could control time.

The pain slowly healed, but Lena could never forget her first and last kill. The bullets that killed an enemy, a friend, her mentor. You never had a burial, Talon soldiers didn't deserve it. But Lena went against the laws, and placed your body under this nice tree you showed her one time. It had a nice view of the city below. It reminded her of the old times. Where she was a careless student, and you, a teacher free from the grip of your demons.

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Hi! If it’s alright can you do Tracer and Ashe with a fem s/o who surprises them with breakfast in bed please? Thank you!

A/n: Hey, it’s totally okay, hope you’ll enjoy it! Also, the two drinks mentioned in this come from the Overwatch cookbook

Tracer

Lena was usually a morning person, so it wasn't quite easy for her s/o to prepare breakfast before she was awake. Now, she attempted to figure out when would be the best time to make breakfast for her lover.

Lena noticed her s/o's focused cute frown. She approached her while giggling and kissed her on the forehead. She blinked a few times before looking at the brunette.

"What are you thinking about love?" She smiled softly as she waved her hand in the air.

"Nothing too important, don't worry." Lena kept her glance on her and noticed she was hiding something but she was a bit too tired to dig in much more into it. She bit back a yawn and went to the bedroom.

"Alright then, I'm heading off to bed." She detached her chrono-accelerator while her s/o watched her with a smirk.

"You, Lena Oxton, are going to bed at 8pm?" She turned around, her arms crossed and a cute pout on her face. She got up from her seat, walking closer to her.

"Well, heroes deserve a great night's rest, especially after running around Talon soldiers. Don't you think love?" This time, she yawned. She noticed the tears in her eyes, attesting Lena's statement. She hugged her, kissing her head.

"Of course, goodnight my hero." Lena giggled and headed to bed while her s/o decided to stay up a bit to plan tomorrow's breakfast.

It was quite simple, but Lena always did so much for her, she felt like she had to repay her. Through the smallest actions to the bigger ones. She wrote down the list on a piece of paper then stuck it on the fridge. Now she only had to wake earlier than Lena. And that, that was a challenge on its own. She got up, stretched her back then went to do her evening routine.

She woke up with the first rays of sunshine provided. She carefully got out of bed, making sure her lover was still asleep. She smiled to herself when she saw her sleepy form just beside her. She used a tissue to wipe off the drool on her face. She mumbled in her slumber but stayed asleep. She changed her pyjamas into her casual outfit, grabbed her wallet as well as the key then left the flat.

She returned once she had bought everything she needed. She even got the recipe for a Cavalry Charge from the Fox and the Bear. She started the preparation and she made sure Lena was still asleep throughout the whole process. When she was done, she put everything on a tray and brought it to the bedroom. First, she had to wake Lena up but she was surprised to see her looking at her with a wide grin.

"That sure smells good love!" She sighed but kept a little smile on her face. She carefully placed it on Lena's lap then sat next to her.

"So you were awake the whole time?"

"Of course, I was! No offence, but you're not the most sneaky person I know love." S/o rolled her eyes.

"Alright, I might not be sneaky but at least I'm a decent cook, unlike someone I know." She lingered her glance on the brunette which was focused on the breakfast.

"Yeah, you are! You gotta teach me one day! Wait- is this a Cavalry Charge? Thanks love! It's my favourite!"

"I know it is, now eat before the world calls you on duty." She kissed her on the cheek before digging into the breakfast made by her s/o.

Ashe

Elizabeth was always busy. She would always respond with "you should expect it from a criminal darlin'" S/o lived with her long enough to know it. But she heard it from time to time, whenever she asked when Elizabeth was free. Or at least, be able to spend the morning with her. It plagued her for quite some time now. All the ingredients were here, now the only missing thing was Liz.

She sighed, then she moved her hand. She placed it under her chin, watching the clock ticking. She jumped in surprise when something was placed on her head, obscuring her sight.

"Hey darlin'," A familiar voice greeted s/o. She removed the hat from her head, placing it on the table.

"Hello to you too Liz. You could have warned me though, that you were coming home." She sat down on the couch, placing her hands behind her head.

"Why? Wanted to give me a surprise?" She raised one of her eyebrows while staring at her s/o. She only shrugged at this, heading to the bedroom.

"Who knows? Not you, that's for sure." She chuckled then closed the door. Elizabeth smirked as she joined her in the bedroom.

Once the morning arrived, s/o prepared the breakfast as per usual when Liz was here. Usually, she just drank coffee and that was it, but now, she wanted to enjoy this small moment of peace with her favourite criminal.

There was no hurry because she knew Elizabeth wasn't a morning person. She had all the time in the world. That is if she didn't plan another heist so soon.

She hummed slightly as she adjusted everything on the tray. She didn't think she could improve it better than what it already was. She kept humming as she entered the room. The curtains were still closed and Elizabeth still sleeping. She admired her sleeping form for a moment before opening the curtains.

"It's time to wake up Liz." She heard a little groan as respond and chuckled at this.

"Now, come on, I even made you your favourite drink. What do you think about breakfast in bed?" Elizabeth stayed in the sheet for a moment before sitting up.

"You're not playin' fair, are you?" She took the tray to the bed then made herself comfortable next to her favourite person.

"No, but you can't deny you don't like it." Elizabeth ruffled her hair before shaking her head.

"I wouldn't change it for anything else in the world." She first took the Texas Fizz as her s/o watched her with a genuine smile. She responded with a smirk then they enjoyed the breakfast as Elizabeth explained her next mission.

#as per always sorry for the delay #i'm not very consistent with my writing but i hope the little bits of writing you read from me are enjoyable #be safe everyone #overwatch #overwatch writing #overwatch imagine #request #anonymous #answered #ashe #ashe x reader #Elizabeth Caledonia Calamity Ashe #elizabeth x reader #tracer #tracer x reader #lena x reader #lena oxton #asked and answered #ow writing

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