#ghost bride widowmaker

[penwunk]

Just Married

#art #digital art #fanart #overwatch #spiderbyte #widowmaker #sombra #ghost bride widowmaker #bride sombra #lesbian #wlw

[scammable]

Widowmaker

Ghostly Bride

Legendary Battle Pass Skin

October 2023

#ghostly bride #widowmaker #overwatch #games #pfp #ghost bride

[wildissylupus]

My Pages Halloween Event

The Lore of Halloween Terrors

Now you might be thinking "but Issy, Halloween Terrors doesn't have that much lore, what is there to talk about?"

And oh my sweet, naieve friend, let me take you on a journy of the lore of the characters featured in the Halloween Terrors event!

First of the canon characters, these are the characters actuvely featured in the lore of this event. Characters that include;

The First Heroes;

The Gunslinger (Cassidy)

The Archer (Hanzo)

The Solider (Soldier 76)

The Alchemist (Ana)

The Four of the Endless Night;

The Countess (Widowmaker)

The Monk (Zenyatta)

The Swordsman (Genji)

The Viking (Torjourn)

Reinforcements;

The Outlaw (Ashe)

The Renegade (Baptiste)

The Sheild-Maiden (Brigitte)

The Will-o'-the-wisp (Tracer)

The Defenders of Revenge;

The Outlaw (Ashe)

The Butcher (Junker Queen)

The Sleuth (Sojourn)

The Fortune Teller (Kiriko)

All of these characters are the canon adventures in this world, however we are not finished yet, here are the main villains of this world;

Revenge Era;

Junkenstein's Monster (Roadhog)

Dr. Junkenstein (Junkrat)

The Reaper (Reaper)

The Summoner (Symmetra)

The Witch (Mercy)

Wrath Era;

The Banshee (Moira)

The Gargoyles (Uses Winstons abilites but they are not Winston)

The Marionette (Echo)

The Summoner (Symmetra)

The Unstoppable Ghost (Sigma)

The Experiment (Bastion)

The Bride (Sombra)

Now time for the mentioned/NPC characters;

The Ape/Werewolf (Winston)

The King (Reinhardt)

Now all of these characters have lore that is implied mostly through interactions but some are implied through the names in game and their canon skins associated with the character in the Halloween Terror's universe. Some more then others but there is lore non-the-less.

Throughout the month I will be exploring the lore and implications of each characters, starting with the playable heroes and going down the list all the way to the NPC characters.

During this time I will try only answering asks that are centred around the Halloween event.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #overwatch halloween #halloween #spooky season #halloween terrors #junkenstein #junkenstein's revenge #wrath of the bride

[texicat]

Always the ghost never the bride or something like that 🗣️ i wish i could actually play widowmaker cause all her skins are fire

#widowmaker #widowmaker fanart #overwatch 2 #widowmaker overwatch #overwatch fanart #i’m #going feral #meowmeow #ghost #overwatch2 fanart #overwatch skins

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Ghost Bride Widowmaker by Nin

#Widowmaker #Overwatch #Fan Skin #fanskin #Nin #Halloween

[macabremomo]

I got into my Blizzard account today so I could make sure Overwatch 2 was working. I was able to get Widowmakers' Ghost Bride outfit right away which is super exciting. I also realized that my old skins from OW1 transferred into OW2 so I have all my old stuff back!

My main goal is to play something (although repetitive) to hone my gunning skills. I don't normally play straight FPS/Battle Royal games but the other games I do play require gun play skills and a couple friends play OW2 so I figured why not.

[theyanderespecialist]

Happy HALLOWEEN 31 Days of Halloween Challenge This challenge goes for I am going to try and do a update across various oneshot headcanons scenarios series the following be Overwatch Scp Creepypasta The various Horror one Walking Dead In these will be able to do many things also some of them will be less yandere and more wholesome. Vote for any number with 1 yandere to each number you want to see choose yanderes from the categories bellow .Scps/staff .Creepypastas .Overwatch Halloween skins/the heroes as everyday people .any horror movie characters or horror game characters and so on .characters from the walking dead Remember be specific on what type of reader slash darling you want with their gender and such and yes their can be platonic and non yandere! Vote and enjoy also will post these and more to my five series 1: Apple picking 2: raking and jumping in leaves 3: picking out pumpkins 4: carving pumpkins 5: corn maze 6: make scary scare crow 7: bobbing for apples 8: put up Halloween decorations 9: make or buy costume 10: make Halloween treats such as anything pumpkin and bloody treats 11: watch scary movies 12: play scary games 13: costume party 14: tell ghost stories 15: go to a haunted house 16: go to real haunted location 17: contact the dead (or try to) 18: Halloween pranks 19: buying candy (even if you will eat it yourself) 20: Halloween Dinner party Now the more so creepy yandere types 21: stalking 22: killing rivals 23: breaking into darling house and stealing her stuff 24: build a shrine to your darling Halloween theme 25: scaring off anyone to close to darling 26: sending love letters to darling 27: decorate darling porch or such with dead rivals 28: taking photos/video 29: buy everything you need to kidnap darling 30: kidnap darling and confess love Normal one 31: Trick or treating

-Overwatch-

at least one every day of october so in this this is what we are doing for Overwatch

The Halloween SKINS And BONUS 

So vote for what you want headcanons you want for what I put bellow :D vote for as many as you want if you vote on tumblr every individal ask in seperate asks in my ask box 

Headcanons

1: Pumpkin Reaper

2: Dracula Reaper

3: Witch Mercy

4:  Dr. Junkerstein Junkrat

5: Junkerstein Monster Roadhog

6: Monster Hunter Jesse

7: Undead Jesse

8: Dragon Symmetra

9: Spirit Mei

10: Haunted Armor Reinhardt

11: Spider woman Widowmaker

12: cultist Zenyatta

13: Swamp Monster Doomfist

14: Demon Hanzo

15: Demon Genji

16: Werewolf Jesse

17: Slasher Immortal Soldier 76

18: Bride of Frankenstein Sombra

19: Banshee Moira

20: Enchanted Armor Pharah

21: Mummy Ana

22: Gorgon Lucio

23: Wisp Tracer

24: Warlock Ashe

25: Vampire Ashe

26: Demon Orisa

27: Fox Spirit Dva

28: Voodoo Doll Echo

29: Jekel hide sigma

30: Flying dutchman sigma

31: Werewolf winston

32: Skeleton Zenyatta

Those are the ones we are doing if they get votes

if you want a scenario of a hero this part you will like next

scenarios

A: I make one? (Vote your top halloween skin you want and I will make up a scenario for them with the reader you want.)

B: Trick or Treating with a overwatch hero dressed in their costume (this is non yandere and can be platonic in which you are the hero's daughter or son or child)

C: Kidnapped by a Overwatch monster (yandere)

That is it for the Overwatch one, please vote and if you are on tumblr please put each speicfi vote in seperate asks in my ask box

-SCP-

vote for ANY SCP or Staff memember you want headcanons on and there will also be scenarios in this

1: SCP 001 Scarlet King

2: SCP 014 Statue Man

3: SCP 035 Possessive Mask

4 SCP 049 Plague Doctor

5: SCP 049-J The moron Plague Doctor

6: SCP 073 Cain

7: SCP 076 Able

8: SCP 079 Old AI

9: SCP 096 Shy Guy

10: SCP 106 The Old Man

11: SCP 166 Teenage Succubus (18 years old/Clef Daughter)

12: SCP 173 The Sculpture

13: SCP 542 German Surgeon (You know the one from ww2 who done surgery on himself so much and no looks more or less like Frankenstein?)

14: SCP 682 Big indubitable lizard

15: SCP 939 With Many Voices (Aka the predators that mimic the last person they kill to find more food)

16: SCP 953 Fox Lady Kitsune

17: SCP 993 The Clown (Nope)

18: SCP 1486 Benny the f up baby

19: SCP 1504 Joe Schmo

20: SCP 1678 Unlondon

21: 2030 (Laugh guy XD) LA U GH IS F UN

If you have any SCPS you want me to add as yanderes comment bellow and now onto what doctors you will work with and agents as well

Vote for your top 5

A: Dr. Kondraki

B: Dr. Gears

C: Dr. Jack Bright

D: Dr. Simon Glass

E: Dr. Iceberg

F: Dr. Alto Clef

G: Dr. Agatha Rights

H: Sophia Light

I: Agent Strelnikov

J: The doctor who turned himself into a dog.

K:  Dr. King The one who has apple seeds appear all around him.

These are just a few you can vote on for headcanons feel free to ask for SCPS I have not added!

Scenarios

A: Halloween costume Party with the staff and your yandere is super possessive and possibly kills rivals (Pick the Yandere you want)

yup that is the only one I can think of for halloween for scps wiat!

B: Your yandere breaks out on Halloween night and how they met you and you think their looks are just a costume

-Slashers- 

for this series for this challenge it is going to be just the slashers and such

so vote for the headcanons you want of the slashers bellow as many as you want

headcanons

1: Freddy Krueger

2: Jason Voorhees

3: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

4: Michael Myers

5: Hannibal Lecter

6: Pyramid Head

7: Pinhead

8: Norman Bates

9: Candyman

10: Chucky

11: Billy Loomis (Scream)

12: Jack Torrance (The shinning)

13: IT (IT)

now scenarios

A: Being stalk and kidnapped by your yandere(s)

B: Ask m to make a scenario of the yandere you want

-The walking dead

doing what I want 

-Creepypasta- 

will be posted seperate 

#yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere halloween #yandere overwatch halloween skins #yandere headcanons #yandere one shots #yandere scenarios #overwatch #overwatch halloween #yandere scp #yandere scp foundation

[justicepursued]

"Fix it," a ghostly voice wafts from the darkness surrounding the doctor. It is devoid of emotion and the request is said none to kindly, though a single step into the light reveals exactly who it is and why that is so. Through her visor, the assassin jerks her head down to where there is a growing patch of dark. Fix it—or else, her body language says.

    Once, when Angela was a girl with more power than sense, someone had invited her to sit in on an academic symposium about time. The food was bad, the open bar cancelled, and no one interested in a quick fuck; she, in the full bloom of arrogant youth, thought there was nothing to be learned from philosophic ramblings about past and present. Overwatch taught her better than to speculate: time was a bullet shot from a gun.     A wizened professor took to the podium to tell a different story. Time is a creature compelled by migratory instinct, they had said, it will always return to its old haunts. The past is alive in a myriad of forms, she learns. It’s in Amélie’s smile on her wedding day, the glare of a champagne glass tilted up to red lips as Angela locks eyes with the bride from across the ballroom. The muted glare of Widowmaker’s visor matches Amélie’s shade of Chanel lipstick. Angela downs her glass of Jameson.      ❝  Take a seat,  ❞  She gestures to the empty chair in her tent.     The soldier sleeps with a gun under their pillow; Angela opts for a suturing kit. Ambient noise pierces the silence like a needle; the rustle of disinfectant wipes, the snapping of latex gloves. It’s the wedding in miniature, a buzzed Angela’s tongue sitting heavy in her mouth, her mind weighing the cost of words begging to spill out. Social suicide is the least of her concerns: Amélie could kill her with ease. But could rests on conditions, and Angela is willing to bet that the better angels of Amélie’s nature shine through. Even this cold and calculating transaction spoke to some ghost of trust and familiarity.      Angela’s hands hover over Widowmaker’s armor.  ❝  Let me see the damage, please.  ❞  Any edge in her tone is rounded out by gentleness, but she can’t stop the disapproving frown on her face. Amélie has killed tonight, or tried to kill — all in the name of an organization and ideology devoted to perpetual destruction. Talon is a serpent eating its own tail, and someday Widowmaker will be trapped in its ravenous jaws...      ...If Angela doesn’t try to pull her out.      ❝  What is it that you gain from this?  ❞

#general consultation » asks #the doctor is in » ic #main » now i turn unto my calling #inoccupes #tw alcohol

[love-minor-poltergeist]

A Fresh Start

(Widowmaker/Male!Reader)

Requested by: @widows-knight, who asked for a wedding-day request with a male reader and a pregnancy announcement at the end.

Word Count: 3,462

A/N: I originally tried to keep the request relatively simple, but the prompt developed a mind of it’s own and I kind of ran away with it! I hope you enjoy it!

Also- ngl, I must have spent what felt like a day researching flower symbolism for this (; v ;)

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For as long as she had been in Talon, Amélie  never dreamed that she’d live to see the day she’d  see the familiar sight before her again; albeit, she looked just a little bit different than her first wedding. 

She stood before a mirror in a white dress, hair neatly done and tied and braided (courtesy of an incessant Sombra) into a bun, and lips painted with a dark plum-purple lipstick. White silk and lace flowed over blue skin like water, pale roses sewn delicately into the lace sleeves. Cheekily enough, Amélie  found a few spiders hiding among the sea of roses, and she just knew that you had slipped in an extra request to the tailor. 

She chuckled at the thought and briefly wondered how long it would take you to notice the small butterfly woven into your boutonniere. 

Behind her, Amélie  can see Sombra idly fiddling around with the thin bride’s veil while Gabriel leaned against the wall. 

It had been surprisingly easy to invite the two of them to her wedding, Sombra practically jumping at the opportunity; though Amélie  had to keep a close eye on her to make sure the younger woman didn’t cause too much mischief. Gabriel, on the other hand, hardly batted an eye at her request.

In fact Amélie  thought the broody man wouldn’t even come- as he was never one for social gatherings, anyway. However, he had showed up to help her get ready in a suit that looked like it had seen better days, and seemed to at least try to be more sociable for her sake. Which, truthfully, was enough to make her almost crack a smile. 

Even whenever the two started their bickering (“Oye, viejo, quit slouching-” “Oh, be quiet, you brat.”), it hardly dampened the mood. Instead earning an eye-roll and a low chuckle from her while she did her eye make up. She’ll let it slide just for now. If anything, it only added to the strange little family dynamic they had.

It helped her take her mind off knowing that you were out there waiting for her, likely nervously fiddling with the buttons on the cuffs of your suit, and blissfully unaware of the little surprise in the making.

She lowers a slender hand to her stomach and gently bites down on her lower lip. 

Your relationship has always been...active, to put it lightly. Not that she was complaining. Oh no, far from it. It wasn’t even the highlight of the thing you had together.

Around you, Amélie  was able to actually feel. Every moment spent around you gave her the sense of normalcy that had been ripped away from her. You didn’t shy or cower away from her the first time you met her; even going so far as to learn French to grow closer to her. Though you were more or less tongue tied after you had oh-so boldly approached her, and that had gotten her attention. 

She gently chuckles to herself at the memory, the buzz of pleasurable warmth growing stronger and her cheeks flushing a light purple. At the time, Amélie  had no idea what it was about you that interested her.

Perhaps it was the way you seemed so earnest in your attempts to get to know her that intrigued her. Or maybe it was because of cute you looked all flustered and stumbling over your french- and she hardly ever used to word cute for anything. 

Whatever the reason may be, she had let you come closer to her- a choice she never once regretted. And neither did she regret saying yes when you had quietly kneeled before her to pop the question. 

The hand on her middle tenses and her brows crease as she gave her reflection a tight-lipped smile. While her heart rate was still worryingly low from Talon’s poking and prodding, Amélie  swore that she felt it race. 

And it wasn’t just because of wedding-day jitters. 

“Have you told him yet?” 

Gabriel’s sudden question snapped her from her thoughts, causing her gaze to move to his reflection behind her. 

He hadn’t moved at all from his place on the wall, but his normally stern (or as Sombra dubbed it, his “resting bitch face”) had softened a fraction as he gave her a small frown. From her place on the armchair not too far behind Amélie , Sombra piped up before the bride could answer.

“No, she hasn’t.”

Amélie  turns from the mirror to give the younger woman a hard stare, which merely earned her a shrug. Gabriel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, his brow twitching; the sight not too far off from an exasperated father. 

He’s interrupted before he has the chance to lecture her. 

“Chut toi. I don’t plan on hiding it from him.” the hand at Amélie ’s side tightens into a fist as she  shoots the taller man a curt look. “It’s just..”

She trails off, her lips falling into a tense line. 

Talon had broken her down mentally and physically, taking her whole being and filling it with poison that burned away at her core until a fleshy, twitching wound was left. The pain excruciating as it tore away inside of her and molded her into the perfect little pawn Talon wanted: a living weapon. 

Already pale skin turned a sick, chalky white until it took on a blue hue, giving her an unnatural appearance. Her skin was now cold to the touch, almost as if she was a walking corpse. Had it not been for the fact that she could very faintly feel her pulse every now and then, Amélie  would’ve thought her heart had stopped a long time ago. 

So naturally, Amélie  assumed her body just wasn’t able to do certain things anymore.

Then the two little pink lines on her pregnancy test had to completely blindside her, throwing her for an emotional loop. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have children; she had played with the idea of starting a family before Talon’s influence, after all. Having a child to teach ballet or proudly show off their feats had especially warmed her heart enough to almost propose the idea to Gérard. 

Of course, that was all before she had her life destroyed and her first husband killed at her own hands. 

A bitter smile formed as she crossed her arms, nails digging into lace. 

Well, if she had thought parenting would be stressful before, than she was certain that it would be a downright disaster now. Would the child even be healthy? What if it would only bring regret, causing a strain in your relationship? 

A slender, warm hand claps onto her shoulder, forcing Amélie  back into the present. 

Sombra at least had enough manners to give her a somewhat sheepish smile. Just as the younger woman opened her mouth, Gabriel interrupted her.

“You do realize this is him, we’re talking about, right?” Gabriel’s gruff voice takes on a note gentle enough to catch the attention of both women before him. 

His face hadn’t changed much, but the concerned frown was enough to emphasize the thin scars and lines littered across his face- showing off years of stress and strain.

“The guy has it bad for you, Guillard. If he’s stuck around long enough to get the balls to propose to you, then a pregnancy won’t be an issue for him.”

“..It also helps that you have the man whipped.” Sombra grins beside her as Gabriel rolls his eyes. Though Amélie  can see the ghost of a smile on his face before he covered it by coughing into a closed fist

“Sombra-”

“Oh, did you want me to get mushy with it, old man?” Sombra snorts, gently turning Amélie ’s head towards herself. Purple eyes glance over to Gabriel and motion towards the door, staring at him before he relents with a huff.

“I’ll wait for both of you outside. Try not to take too long unless you want to give the soon-to-be husband a heart attack.” 

“Well, when you say it like that-” She’s cut off as Gabriel shuts the door, leaving the two women alone. A few moments of silence passed before Sombra hears a slightly muffled “ahem” next to her, and she turns over to meet Amélie ’s slightly squished face.

She grins and the frenchwoman huffs before promptly prying herself away from Sombra’s grip.

After briefly checking in the mirror to see if her makeup was smudged, Amélie  turns back to Sombra, brows furrowed. 

Yellow eyes meet purple, neither women saying a thing as the two of them stood in silence. A few moments pass and Sombra is the first to break the silence, her voice uncharacteristically quiet as she grabs onto her taller friend’s shoulders.

“He loves you a lot, you know.” Amélie  quietly nods, more to herself. Sombra gives her a tiny smile, quietly laughing to herself as she continues. 

“Did you know he asked me if I knew any French so he could talk to you? Me of all people! And he didn’t think I would mess with him when he did- even after I told him whatever bullshit came into mind!”

Suddenly, your stuttered and near-nonsensical phrases made a lot more sense. 

“A part of me almost felt bad when I did it; pobrecito bebé just didn’t know any better,” Sombra waves her hand, a small smirk on her face. “To be honest, I was expecting you to shoot him down like you did the others.” 

Her brows furrowed as her smirk fell slightly, a smile taking its place. 

“So imagine my surprise you had this funny look on your face-” “You were watching us the entire time?” Amélie  already knew the answer to that question, but she couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of annoyance flare up at it.

The Mexican only gives her a tiny shrug and a sheepish grin as she continues.

“Anyways, you didn’t look like you hated him, so I mostly just left you two be then. But then he just kept coming back to me for help, always so eager to try and get closer to you.”

Sombra’s face took on a softer appearance, a near giddy smile on her face.

“Even when the two of you had your down moments, he stuck by; just trying to understand the best way he can.” 

Amélie  blinks, eyes stinging slightly as her friend reached up to put in the bridal veil; careful not to undo hours of work put into her hair. Thin lace lightly brushes against her bare neck, the fabric the tiniest bit itchy as it falls over her face.

Sombra steps back to admire her handiwork, silent as she places a hand on her chin as she looks Amélie  up and down. Purple lips purse for a moment, before she nods and looks back up to meet her friend’s stare. 

She sighs, her face falling into a look of unbridled warmth.

“What I’m trying to say is that I think he’s going to keep trying to do his best for you. And I say this as the person who had to deal with him fussing over what do to make you happy.”

Though she could feel her chest begin to grow tight and her vision grow slightly blurry, Amélie  breathed out a quiet laugh as Sombra placed a hand on her cheek.

“..Plus the old man and I kinda already gave him our blessing without telling you. I don’t know if I should be saying sorry about that right now, but we just wanted to let you know that we think you deserve something good-” Sombra trails off as cool flesh meets her hand, the pair locking eyes as Amélie  gives the shorter woman a small but grateful smile. 

“..Thank you, Sombra.” 

“Pssh, don’t get all soft on me now, hermosa. You’re supposed to save that for the actual wedding part,” Sombra laughs, but Amélie  can see her wipe at the corner of her eye with her other hand through the lace curtains of her veil.

A sharp knocking fills the air, causing the two women to look over as Gabriel opens up the door. He pauses for a moment, suddenly feeling a bit awkward as he took in the sight before him. He clears his throat, glancing off into the hallway.

“...Do the two of you need more time?”

Amélie  is the first one to collect herself, taking in a deep breath before stepping forward.

“We were just wrapping things up,” She pauses for a moment. “...Where did you two put the bouquet?”

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Not too far away from the trio, you were left to wait for your soon-to-be-wife at the altar; your chest tight and heart nervously fluttering as you periodically glanced into your reflection in a nearby window. 

Every strand of hair and small wrinkle was heavily scrutinized, quickly tucked in place and neatly smoothed back; your fingers slightly shaking each time you did so. It was a little tedious, but it was enough to mostly take your mind off how nervous you were while you waited.

Then your eyes would wander to the flower on your lapel. A single, deep-red carnation sitting in the button hole and then to the tiny, silk yellow butterfly carefully placed in the center, and your heart races and a trace of cold sweat begins to form.

To say that you were nervous would be an understatement. 

You let out a shaky sigh and adjust your tie one last time before turning away from your reflection. For what must have been the twentieth time today, you scanned the room of people in front of you.

Oblivious to the groom’s plight, the neatly-dressed crowd of guests chatted and laughed amongst themselves as they waited for the main event, enveloping the room in a relaxed air.

You could make out a few familiar faces of family members here and there, as well as some of the members of your unit scattered throughout; most of which were taking the occasional swig from flasks they snuck in in between conversation. 

A good chunk of the population here were mostly people you invited, which weren’t a lot of people. Amélie , meanwhile, hardly invited anyone at all save for Gabriel and Sombra. Which didn’t bother you, truthfully. 

While Gabriel may scare you a little and though Sombra had messed with you a majority of your time knowing her, you knew well that Amélie  had come to care for them greatly. And in her line of work, friends were few and far between. Most of one’s time with Talon was spent wondering whether or not they’d get to live another day. 

After how far she’s come, Amélie  deserved to have those two by her side on her big day. Where, you hope, it would only be the start of a lasting and happy marriage. 

You take in a shaky breath and ran a hand through your hair. You hadn’t seen Amélie  since this morning on account of your bride not wanting to bring any bad luck, and it’s been stressful. Your mind kept drifting to a hundreds of “what-ifs”; Amélie  getting cold feet and leaving you the most prominent one. 

It certainly didn’t help that she’s been behaving oddly since a few weeks ago, having been caught more than once staring young couples whenever the two of you were out on dates; especially ones who had a child or two with them. Amélie  had of course tried to reassure you was nothing wrong before changing the subject, but a nagging part of you insisted otherwise.

Your anxiety over the situation only grew worse when you woke up in your shared bed to Amélie  vomiting in the bathroom a week before your wedding. She had insisted that it was just from an upset stomach, but it had done nothing to quell your nerves. 

Someone clears their throat nearby, nearly making you jump. You turn to see Gabriel standing beside you and he moves to pat at your shoulder- stoic face breaking slightly to offer awkward comfort. 

“She’s coming in a bit. We just had some, ah… minor difficulties.” he coughs, moving his arms behind his back. 

Before you even had the chance to wonder just what the hell the other man meant by that, Gabriel looks towards the entrance of the room and Sombra- who had her upper torso poking out between the cracked double doors- shoots him a thumbs up.

Just like that, he gives you one last rough pat on the shoulder before stepping away to stand next to the altar. The officiant, who had silently stood back and waited, cleared his throat-causing you to nearly jump, as you completely forgot he was there- and take his place at the small podium behind you.

The double-doors open up with a groan that filled the room, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. Your breath hitches as you take in the sight of Amélie  making her way towards you, white lace following and flowing with each step. 

A carefully arranged- and from the looks of it, slightly battered- array of blue roses and slender rain lilies sat in her hands. Though their petals had suffered some damage, it did nothing to take away from their beauty; their colors still vibrant and rich, and full of life.

Beside her, Sombra was attached to the crook of her arm- a smaller bouquet of her own in her free hand- as the two walked down the aisle. The two of you lock eyes and she gives you a grin and tried to shoot you a pair of finger guns- albeit failing with her since her were hands full.

Though you couldn’t see it, you were sure Amélie fondly rolled her eyes.

When the two finally reach the altar, you find yourself at a loss of words, your breath hitching as you stare at the veil of lace in front of you. Perhaps it was a bit predictable of you, but at this very moment, even with her face concealed, Amélie  never looked more stunning like she did now.

The officiant’s droning fell on deaf ears as you gave your soon-to-be wife a watery smile. 

You mouthed a small ‘I’m happy that I met you’, chest tight as the situation began to settle in.

It wasn’t until when you finally lifted up Amélie ’s veil and kissed her that you began to feel wetness gather at your eyes, and your cheeks stinging from how hard you were smiling. 

The entire room erupted in cheers and shouts of congratulations all around you, and you were certain that Sombra had shouted something ridiculous because you hear Gabriel burst out into rare laughter.

Though you paid the noise no mind as a cool hand reached up to gently wipe at the corner of your eye, and the sight of your wife- cheeks flushed and eyes soft- with a small smile on her face. Eager, you slowly move her hand away from your face to slide the ring on her finger. 

You fully welcomed the tears gently rolling down your face at this point, you hear Amélie in front of you gently laugh; light-heartedly chastising you for working her up this much as she wipes at her eyes. 

The rest of the evening passed by in a blur, joy and merriment filled the air and creating a pleasurable buzz. Guests gradually began to trickle out as the sun turned a burnt-orange as the sun began to set down the horizon. 

Gabriel and Sombra were the last guests to leave, the two of them shooting their friend a look you couldn’t quite read. Amélie huffs at this before shooing them away and Sombra’s laughs before the door closes; leaving you alone with your new wife.

The two of you were silent, but that didn’t bother either of you in the slightest; too blissed out to let it do so.

As the two of you moved towards the exit, towards the sleek limousine that’ll escort the two of you for the day, Amélie promptly stops just when you were about to open the door. 

Confused, you turn to look towards her, and see her lips drawn into a thin line. 

“I need to tell you something before we go,” her words curt, worry bleeding into her tone as a hand smooths the lace of her sleeves.

“Of course. Is there something wrong?”

“Non, Non. It’s just..” she sucks in a deep breath. 

“I’m pregnant.”

#amelie lacroix #Overwatch #overwatch reader insert #x reader #reader insert #reader-inserts #male reader #widowmaker x reader #requests #weddings #pregnancy mention #slight angst #gabriel reyes #reaper overwatch #sombra overwatch #hopefully this isn't too ooc #widowmaker x male!reader #sombra gabe and amelie have a found family relationship and i will die by this dynamic #My writing

[deadendlily]

I’m kind of disappointed in Blizzard tbh

In France we have this urban legend about a ghost bride who died with her husband on their wedding day and who haunts lonely roads. It is VERY popular here, and the bride is even called « La Dame Blanche ».

So Blizzard shows us a French map for Halloween, they tease us about Junkenstein’s bride and in the end they give us.... this.... an epic Widowmaker skin ??????

I’m soooo salty.

#blizzard #widowmaker #overwatch #overwatch halloween event #overwatch halloween #widowmaker skin

[yanderetothemax]

Sweetest Captive

Anon Requests:  Widowmaker loves how soft reader is and trains them to cuddle when she first gets back but the longer she stays the more turned on they get. Makes sex easy and she loves the control she has over them.

NSFW Below the Cut

It had been a long two days without Amelie. Rather than just the simple 48 hours, it had felt more like an eternity, and you were dying for her to get back. Not literally. No, Amelie hadn’t even trusted you to leave out the various cooking utensils, but had rather made neat containers with labels on them. All the knives or whatever else she fancied you could cut yourself with had been securely locked up. You still could remember the chaste kiss she had placed on your lips, and her sweet French accent telling you to be good, and she’d be home soon. 

You were laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, when the sound of the door was heard. A smile lit up your face, as you practically booked it to her. She looked tired- she always did after whatever it was she was sent out mysteriously to do. You wrap your arms tightly around her waist, and nuzzle her breasts with your face, “Amelie! I missed you so much! I’ve been dying here without you!” You exclaim, putting your chin on top of them. 

A light smile ghosted onto her face, as she closed the door behind her, locking it quietly, and took you into her arms. The kiss she gave you was her usual one, soft, cool, but there was a bit of tongue as well. You giggle a bit, and she pulls away, softly running her fingers through your hair. 

“Amor, I missed you as well,” She replied back softly, her voice lilting in it’s notes. You grinned. Not only were you excited she was back, but you’d finally be back to making meals with her. It was your favorite thing- stirring a pot, helping her prepare a salad. But she seemed to have other things on her mind. Effortlessly, she picked you up as if you were her bride, and kissed your cheek. Her lips were cool like the rest of her body. “Now, how about you show me how much you missed me?” She asked. 

You nodded enthusiastically, a blush on your cheeks. Nothing was better than when Amelie came home.