#overwatch ficlets

[korpuskat]

Closing Shift

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Ramattra/Reader Rating: PG WC: 676 Warnings: None -----

As soon as you locked the door, you realized you were not alone. The soft scrape of metal on concrete should be alarming, especially so late at night. Instead, you smile softly and turn towards the noise.

"You didn't tell me you were back in town." Before he even pulls down his dark-colored hood, you already know it's him. There's no other omnics who would be waiting for you to finish your shift. His impressive stature helps, too. You grin up to him, "You could've waited inside, you know."

"I did not want to disturb you." He says quietly, voice a steady rumble.

"You never bother me." You shrug, then shift your bag on your shoulder. You tip your head, peer up at the omnic's faceplate as though he would emote back. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming by, though? I would've hurried out."

"I... was not sure I would have time." Ramattra pauses, considers his words. You twist your lips but nods anyway; he'd been busy with work, not that he'd ever really explicitly said what he does that's so important it sends him out of town on little notice. "I likely have to leave again the morning."

"It's already so late, Ramattra! Why in the world are you here? Don't you have to rest?"

"No, I charged on my trip here." He says- and his synth spits some kind of unintentional noise. Before you can ask, he continues on: "I wanted to see you."

You blush softly, unable to hide the smile that curls at your lips. "I'm really glad, then. I missed you."

It's dangerous toeing this close to a line that has been left unspoken. You've enjoyed each others company, were fascinated by the other's completely different lives, had grown close in the stolen little moments when Ramattra's unusual schedule had allowed it.

But things had changed; his cloak hid the two-inch wide dent in his chassis, left there by an unforeseen mech's canons. He could not explain to you why. He knew he should, but he couldn't. Not yet. He could barely admit to himself why he had immediately flown back to you, postponed his own repairs just to see you.

He had planned a speech, he really had. Something poetic, something like a thinly-veiled warning about his likely lifespan at this point. Instead all that comes out is a strained, "I… You are… important to me." With so little his processors are swarming, desperately analyzing every twitch of your face, the subtle change of micro-expression. The lift of your eyebrows, the part of your lips- and he's emboldened, even if his plan has been forgotten. "It is... selfish of me to ask anything of you, but perhaps you'll allow me to be selfish."

His huge hand finds yours- and he's so gentle, the memory of times he's accidentally harmed humans more than he intended keeps his grasp light. But that's alright, because you immediately squeeze his hand, thread your fingers together. You smile broadly, openly, warmly and Ramattra doesn't even have time to ask before you're stretching up on your tip-toes towards him. Even so, you barely reach the long pistons that would be collar bones. You tug at his cloak and he relents, leans down towards you.

He's never been kissed before. Had never expected to be kissed; so few omnics had lips. He can't even really do anything, no hinges or moving parts on his faceplate. You're warm and soft on his sensors, the sensation so strange and new he can't even focus on being offput by something so obscenely human as a kiss.

When you back off, you're still blushing and offer a meek "Sorry." You brush a hand over your hair, avert your gaze in embarrassment. "Didn't think about... that you couldn't..."

Instead, he leans forward again- and gently lays his forehead to yours. Your eyes widen for a moment in surprise, then close slowly. "It's alright." He rumbles in reply- and you laugh softly, able to feel his voice where he touches you.

#Ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ficlet

[odessastone]

still musing on whether or not Pharah was intended to be autistic-coded in her PVE logs. Like it makes sense, autistic people tend to have a strong sense of justice that can sometimes lead to black and white thinking and morality (which Pharah very clearly struggles with). She’s just not a character I ever thought of as potentially being autistic. But things like the over-explaining in the logs, the ridiculous adherence to arbitrary rules, and the repeated complaints about loud noises bothering her makes me wonder if that’s what they were going for.

I mean I’d be all for it tbh. Personally I’ve since incorporated it into my interpretation of her character already lol

#overwatch #Pharah #fareeha amari #was thinking about writing a ficlet about it tbh #in my mind she’s definitely not diagnosed #probably doesn’t even know tbh #I don’t think she went to traditional school and Ana strikes me as the type that wouldn’t want to ‘label’ her kid #she has zero idea until Overwatch recruits Symmetra and Satya is like ‘it’s nice to have someone else here who’s on the spectrum too’ #and Pharah’s like The What .

[claw404]

Zenyatta x reader (NSFW!)

[ always in public ]

Zenyatta is a cheeky one, he finds great joy in teasing and humiliating you publicly. He will float a little too close to you, a little too close for comfort, and say something naughty but just loud enough for only you to hear. It always gets a blushing reaction and rapid looks out of you that he oh so loves to watch while snickering to himself. You snap your head in all directions, trying to tell if anybody else heard the omnics filthy ideas.

Zenyatta will nonchalantly brush one of his orbs against one of your sensitive areas mid conversation and continue talking as if nothing happened, watching you try to keep your composure, knowing you cant really say anything as there are other agents around. He will do it no matter if you're talking to him or somebody else. The exhibitionism and possibility of you getting caught fills the omnic with so much excitement and knowing that you're too shy to do anything to stop him only enables him further.

He once intentionally tripped you by swiping one of his orbs under your foot. The omnic came rushing to you the very same second, exclaiming his false surprise and worries while helping you up. His metallic hands lingering on your body a bit too long, purposefully stroking and squeezing your flesh all under the disguise of Zenyatta wanting to help you. You could tell what he was doing but didnt say anything, only glared into his faceplate in embarrassment. You know that if he could he would be grinning like an idiot right now, all smug and proud of himself.

#x reader #self insert #overwatch #zenyatta #my idea of zenyatta is that hes secretely a little bastard lol<3 #also i dont know what to call these? ficlets? headcanons? eh? #zenyatta x reader #man idk if my fics are any good but its so fun to write again so its alright

[overwatchables]

Heyyy! I saw your post and was wondering if you could write some Genji headcanons (or one shot) of him developing feelings for a Fem! Reader who’s restoring his body from cybernetic back to human?

I’d be happy to! Really dig this concept! I feel like i could definitely do a bigger, oneshot ficlet on this, but i’d like to be able to devote more time to it when i’m less busy. For now, i’ll write some HC’s. 

(warnings; small spicy section at the end)

‘ He has a strange relationship with his body. Over the years, it’s been relentlessly poked and prodded, upgraded and altered, lorded and abhorred; and Genji has had to learn to live with inhabiting a weapon of a body that is not private, that does not and never will belong to him. ‘

Genji HC’s

(GN! Reader, restoring his body to human)

I’m going out on a limb and saying that this takes place after current canon, some years in the future. Mainly because I can’t see Genji getting rid of his cybernetic body until the conflict and his time serving Overwatch is well and truly done.

It’s a very big, life altering choice he makes for the sake of his own inner peace, something he thinks about extensively and consults both Zenyatta and Angela on. When he finally makes the decision, and gets the go ahead from medical professionals, Genji is very much ready to say goodbye to this body.

It’s a gradual, painstaking process. You’re at the forefront of the medical team which will be overseeing Genji’s transformation. Angela had recommended you herself, and Genji has often heard her speak highly of you; this bright eyed, brilliant medical graduate with a slightly overzealous eagerness to help those in need. 

You’re brought on board some years after the recall to specialise in helping out the veterans. Assisting Reinhardt with physical therapy. Fine tuning Sojourn’s prosthetics. You practically jump at the chance to assist with Genji’s case.

Genji finds your dedication... admirable. 

Admirable, and perhaps a little bit stupid. He knows that this is a big job to take on for someone so green, and privately he’s rather wary on whether or not you’ve got the stomach for it.

He’s a little bit tired and jaded at this point, and the man just wants to finally settle down for a life of peace, to properly reconcile with his brother and see where the remainder of his life takes him. Your enthusiasm is refreshing for him, though, and while he’s friendly but guarded, he can’t help but inevitably warm up to you the more time he spends in your presence.

The job demands late nights, extensive study and almost constant regular interaction with each other. Nightly visits become a thing, and it’s at these meet-ups that a sort of tentative bond begins to unfold between you:

It all starts with a text message from you; sent at some ridiculous hour when you’ve lost track of time, asking Genji if he’d be able to stop by to discuss his bloodwork results. Genji himself is a notorious night owl, but he’s a little baffled to see the message pop up on his holopad at 1:30AM. This is the hour for late night meditation, or secret rendezvous between lovers - not for medical appointments!

He worries that perhaps something might’ve flagged up seriously wrong in his bloodwork for you to be alerting him so early in the morning. Yet another slightly more ridiculous notion - that perhaps is him getting a little presumptuous - almost entertains the idea that this might be a booty call. Genji quickly puts that thought to bed. Whatever your intentions are, he decides to humour you, throwing on a hoodie and texting you back that he’ll be there right away. 

He enters to find you, a little ragged looking, empty cups of coffee and papers strewn around you at the table. You hardly even seem to notice him coming in, eyes framed with drowsy bags, still staunchly focused on the papers in front of you.

Genji clears his throat with a metallic sort of whirr, announcing himself. 

“Pulling an all nighter?” 

You flinch at the sound of his voice, startled, blinking like an owl. It takes you a split moment to shake yourself off, run a hand through your frazzled hair, and offer him a coffee-breath smile.

“Genji! You came.”

“I did,” Genji affirms, “although it’s a strange hour for a medical examination, I have to say.”

You merely stare at him in confusion for a moment, then let your gaze drift to the clock. Your eyes widen again in shock, smacking yourself on the forehead. Genji watches, bemused, as your expression appears to cycle between horror and embarrassment.

“Oh my God, is that the time? I’m so sorry, I’ve been so caught up I must’ve lost track - I didn’t even notice!”

“I thought it might’ve been an emergency,” Genji shrugs, “so I came anyway.” 

“Oh, no, not at all! Your bloodwork came back fine. I just thought I should follow up with it. I was, um... under the impression that it was much earlier in the day, was all,” you explain sheepishly. You dip your head reverently, and get back to profusely apologising. “God, I’m so sorry. I must have woken you up. Please, forgive me. Feel free to go on back to your room, we can reschedule this for another... more appropriate time.”

He chuckles, brushing off your concerns good-naturedly. Maybe he should feel a little annoyed, but instead, Genji just feels a smile itching at his mouth, and a spike of almost affectionate pity for you. In a swift, gentle breeze of movement, he pulls out the plastic waiting chair and seats himself politely at your side. 

“Do not worry. I am usually awake at this hour. I don’t settle down for the night till around 2AM. Might as well put it to good use, eh?”

 From then on, Genji makes it a habit to devote some of his late nights to visiting the medical ward; patiently undergoing tests or simply keeping you company as you arduously sift through your notes. He’ll bring you words of encouragement, food and beverages; fruit bowls from the cafeteria, a nice, cold bottle of water from the vending machine. He makes sure you’re not overworking yourself and scolds you when you’re spreading yourself too thin. 

Purely professional talk slowly but surely becomes personal. You chatter ranges from talking about your day, silly anecdotes, rememberings of times past, or abstract, sleep-deprived deep talks about the meaning of life and the universe.

It’s unavoidable for you, becoming close with Genji. Naturally, such an intimate procedure requires a particular closeness with the patient. Knowing him in every minute aspect: clued in on every bodily symptom, even the uncomfortable but necessary parts such as bowel movements or fluctuations in sex drive. 

Genji takes all this in relatively good stride. Lord knows the poor guy is used to it. He has a strange relationship with his body. Over the years, it’s been relentlessly poked and prodded, upgraded and altered, lorded and abhorred; and Genji has had to learn to live with inhabiting a weapon of a body that is not private, that does not and never will belong to him, really. 

Still, he finds himself getting a little bit flustered, sometimes, especially when questions or medical procedures entail intimate parts of his physiology. And it seems this is a likewise phenomenon for you. He watches your cheeks flush a deep red, avoiding his eye and apologising profusely for the invasion. And Genji realises, then, that he finds your sudden shyness exceptionally endearing. 

This is it; the first symptom of a larger, underlying problem. This is when he begins to suspect that his feelings for you have begun to take a turn from the professional to something a little more complicated.

Once upon a time, Genji Shimada had been a playboy, in all respects of the word. Neglecting his clan duties for frivolous things, he toted around a different girl on his arm every night and flirted with practically anything that moved. 

That had been a long time ago, of course, and he’s a much different man now. Age and hardship have tempered his unruly nature. But all of a sudden, with this newfound, rose-tinted attraction, he finds himself feeling and behaving like a teenage boy again. Some of the aspects of his younger self have been miraculously resurrected.

He can’t help himself - any chance he gets he’s firing cheeky, playful quips at you. Bringing you food to share or coffee on your lunch and tea breaks, offering you his arm on your casual afternoon strolls. It feels like a wonderful reward to coax a smile out of you, or see your face heat up with a flush of bashfulness. It’s even more exhilarating when you reciprocate his flirtatious banter.

The tension between you fast becomes unbearable. The meeting of eyes and physical touch tends to linger just a little too long; charged, intimate. In spare moments you accompany each other everywhere. People start to notice your closeness and begin to suspect. 

At dinner, Hanzo narrows his eyes and pointedly asks him what ‘the nature of his relationship with this doctor is,’, and Cassidy, eloquent as ever, outright asks Genji ‘’whether or not the two of you are screwin’ ’’, because he’s thinking of asking you out for a drink. “So you’d better hurry up and make a damn move, ole’ boy,” Cole nudges, teasingly, “-or somebody else will.”

NSFW

When the pair of you finally do acknowledge your attraction to eachother, it doesn’t take long for things to become physical.

Late night meetings in the medical office really do become midnight rendezvous. Genji will take you on the surface of your desk, passionate, frenzied and tender, with the utmost attentiveness to your pleasure. 

Singing praises into your skin, of how much he’s yearned for you these past months, lusted over you. Of how eternally grateful he is that you’d both wandered into eachother’s lives. 

And yes, maybe you do take notes on Genji’s performance in bed, especially when he’s midway through having his cybernetic body replaced with transplant and/or flesh prosthetics. It’s important to gauge how much sensation he is able to feel with his new body, and the pair of you can explore that much more intensively together now that you are intimate. 

#my writing #so sorry this took so long #genji #genji shimada #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader #overwatch #genji headcanons #overwatch hcs #overwatch x reader #hcs #ficlet #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada #request

[frankenjoly]

Say no more

junkmetra + prom-posal

Satya had already become used to identifying Jamison’s unloaded ‘bombs’, and luckily for her. Because if not, seeing one rolling towards her would have probably startled her to no end.

Instead of that, she simply waited till the ball was within arms’ reach to take it, thoroughly inspecting it from all angles till finding what she was looking for: a message written on it. Because those always had one, obviously from him, bigger or smaller but all of them written in bright colorful letters.

That one turned out to be somewhat tiny, likely on purpose so Satya would have to look, but it was also written in what she recognized as his tidier handwriting. But the most important thing was its content, for it said ‘Wanna go to prom with me, Sat?’ in a very distinctive orange.

Smiling bright and wide, Satya giggled, then picked up a blue marker to write a big ‘YES’ right under the question. And once that was done, she threw back the ball, sending it in the same direction it had come from.

(Also on ao3.)

#junkmetra #symmrat #symmetra #satya vaswani #junkrat #jamison fawkes #ow #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch 2 #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #fluffy prompts #is this an au? is this a prom-like dance? your pick

[apoapsis]

stalemate // [sigma/siebren, pre-talon ficlet]

sigma and siebren use chess as an enrichment and bonding activity

#Sigma overwatch #Siebren de Kuiper #mission records + ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ; ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ sᴏ ғᴀʀ + #++|| PIP WRITES #<- new fic tag for actual lore fics or fics for my rp partners #since those are the only two reasons i would write a ficlet #i have another one of these half-written #but its 100% ns.fw bc you know how i am #so idk how Good i feel abt posting That One

[here-we-rise]

Masterlist

RULES

Overwatch

Genji Shimada

Should Have Done More (OC)

#masterlist #master list #Overwatch #requests open #taking requests #open requests #fanfic #scenarios #xreader imagines #xreader #imagines #one shots #ficlets #headcanon #headcanons #overwatch imagines #overwatch x reader #reader #x reader

[coldnutparadise]

admittedly i am a little obsessed with the fact that despite all their years apart, ashe still keeps a picture of herself and cassidy on her bike

#coldnutparadise.txt #my brain is whirring i am burning to write a ficlet on their times together #i am obsssed - obsessed and i am mad i haven't seen more fics of them #she loves him still ur honor - as a best friend as a brother or as a crush long gone god damn #she struck free from that stuffy lil home - that porcelain cage and she found her home in the desert heat and sand and i like to think that #after all their years together he understands that and doesn't sway her from it #and she in turn understands - hates that she understands - how much it means to him to have been apart of overwatch #maybe she's a little proud maybe a little betrayed #behind all her heated bark and teeth - that picture is so telling and y'know just like a big bro he's laughing his ass off after taking her #bike #havent read their novel but i dont think im interested #ow cinematics are good in that they understand visual storytelling and subtext #that once u see them they kinda just knock u over #that said sometimes they are overly cheesey #could make mac and cheese w it

[prime-adeptus]

AND OUR LOVE IS A GHOST – HANZO SHIMADA X READER

Hanzo faces another ghost from his past.

CONTENT.⠀gender-neutral reader. angst. hanzo and reader are exes. unhappy reunions.

NOTES.⠀part of an Overwatch ficlet collection I've started on ao3 :) this one's dedicated to @kakujis, the Older Brother Character enjoyer <3 I couldn't let us teehee over him too much so here's some angst to balance it out

Hanzo has faced more than his fair share of trials and tribulations in his life.

Those, however, pale in comparison to where he stands now—injured on the doorstep of someone he had selfishly abandoned years ago. It hurts his pride that he was even in this position. He knows he’s damn good with a bow and arrow. He spent years honing his skill, doing everything he could to take back the honour he lost. But it wasn’t enough to fight against a machine.

Though he could treat his injuries himself (he always does; when you are alone, all you have to turn to is yourself), these are too much for him to deal with by his lonesome. He’s not sure what hurts more. The cuts and bruises steadily marking up the skin of his torso or the emotionless stare you’re giving him. He deserves it, he supposes. He’d left you behind without so much of a letter, gone under the radar and never contacted you again. At the time he thought it was for the best. Without anything left to his name, having been stripped of all he had, he didn’t deem himself worthy of you. He was too caught up in his hurt and completely disregarded you, the one who loved him, cared for him—

“Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it,” you speak up, tone laced with impatience and remnants of anger. “Just come in.”

Hanzo tries not to wince as he follows you inside your home. It’s different from what he remembers—it feels… bleak, barely lived in. He doesn’t have the time to mull over what he’d done to you when you’re pulling him by the sleeve and urging him to sit down. He’s left by himself for a few moments as you disappear into a room before reemerging with a sleek glove in your hand.

You don’t say a word as your hand presses against his chest, a faint white-yellow glow emerging from the glove as pleasant tingles surge through his system. Without knowing it, he closes his eyes and lets himself succumb to relief, his pain and tension leaving his body with each touch.

“A friend of mine gave this to me when he visited.”

The mention of this friend has his eyes snapping open. There’s something akin to irritation—envy—stirring in his chest, but he begrudgingly lets it go. After all, what right does he have to feel possessive of you?

“I’ve been volunteering at the hospital as a nurse. They’ve been understaffed since the last Null Sector invasion.” You’re not even looking at him as you talk, instead focusing on treating him. After a glance at the holopad by your side, you withdraw and step back from him. “What are you doing here?”

“I…”

“There’s nothing for you here, Hanzo.”

His heart sinks. It constantly dawns on him how no apology will ever make up for how he left you—he’d taken a piece of your heart and broken it beyond repair.

“Instinct,” he finally says. “My heart led me here.”

You roll your eyes, an exasperated scoff leaving your lips. “Five years late?”

He knows you don’t owe him forgiveness. Hell, he knows he doesn’t deserve it. Still, seeing what used to be love in your eyes turn into resentment hurts him more than any blade ever could. The walls you’d let down for him were built back up, stronger than before, and there’s no way he can possibly get through.

“You’re still living here after Null Sector’s invasion?”

“Some of us can’t just leave things behind to go on our own,” comes your response, quick and snappy. You sigh, your tense features softening just the slightest. “I have friends and family here. I have to help where I can.”

“I… am sorry. I hope they are safe.”

“Sorry enough to help?”

Your words are hauntingly familiar, reminding him of yet another loved one he failed—the young shrine maiden who’s turned to a life of vigilantism to do what he couldn’t. He bites on the inside of his cheek, his eyes downcast. For a man who’s spent years with the most beautiful of words, all of them are lost to him under your glare. Guilt, regret, sorrow—feelings that are even more familiar swirl in his chest, drags him into the depths of the dark.

“I’ll let you stay. It’s late.” You sniffle, and his heart sinks. “But I want you gone by the morning. I don’t care where you go, just… don’t come back.” Then, in a barely audible whisper, you continue, “Please.”

All he can do is watch as you disappear into a silhouette walking down the corridor, leaving behind nothing but faint sobs in your wake. How many tears have you shed because of him? How dare he expect your forgiveness when he has done nothing to earn it? Your agreeing to help him had already been unexpected—miraculous—enough. A selfish part of him wonders if he can ever make it up to you, take away your hurt by being a better man for you.

Hanzo no longer dreams. There is nothing to wish for, nothing he will ever get back. But for you, he dreams that you’ll find it in your heart to look at him the same way you used to again. He’ll do anything to make amends and treat you better if you consider him deserving of a second chance.

For now, he’ll do as you wish and leave just like he did all those years ago. He can’t bear hurting you anymore.

#all #hanzo shimada x reader #shimada hanzo x reader #overwatch x reader

[callsign-mimic]

I am shamelessly blaming @charliemwrites for this little ficlet before I even manage to get my (wholeass team wtf) OCs character profiles written and posted.

Tags/CWs: Written while at work, not proofread, in which Mimic is forever hopeless, wholesome, my captain is shamelessly designed after an Overwatch character (fite me).

Result of brain worms under the cut

Mimic could tell by the way her hands ached that a storm would be rolling in soon. She often joked that weather prediction was the only benefit to having arthritis in her 30s. The dull ache had her absentmindedly massaging her hands as she sat in the common room of a different team's base. Captain Reinhart and Captain Alistair were in the latter's office, discussing the team up for the upcoming mission. Rusty was chatting away idly with you and Keegan, clearly enjoying every moment that he made the two of you laugh.

The team up was going to utilize you, Nova, Rusty, and Mimic, under Captain Alistair's command. Once discussions were finished, Captain Bastian Reinhart was going to head back to his own team's home base. Mimic didn't mind working with other teams. She enjoyed meeting new people, and spending time in new places. She was currently enjoying the sight of your face lighting up every time Rusty got you to laugh. It was adorable.

She feels a hand come down on her shoulder, large, warm, and gentle. Her first thought was that it was Reinhart, ever the father figure checking up on his little Maus. Mimic was expecting bright blue eyes when she turned to look up at the person behind her. The dark brown eyes staring back at her were a surprise. Those eyes, combined with a gentle, friendly smile were enough to make her cheeks flush a soft pink.

"Alright, Lieutenant?" Captain Alistair asks her, with a slight nod to her hands. Mimic nods and quickly tucks her hands between her plush thighs, her blush getting darker.

"Oh! Yes, sir. I'll be fine. Just a little achy with the inclement weather incoming." She replies, her voice surprisingly timid for a special operative. She stands, moving herself out from under his hand as politely as she can, trying to think of an excuse to let her escape. Rusty picks that exact moment to call her over and invite her to join his conversation with you and Keegan. Mimic excuses herself with a polite nod to Captain Alistair, joining the three of you to help Rusty tell a story.

"Don't you worry too much about Maus, Castle." Reinhart says, clapping the other man on the shoulder. "She is not one for accepting help willingly. But she will not neglect herself, either. Do not be put off by her being skittish." The giant German man grins down at Captain Alistair, who looks back over at Mimic, an idea already forming in the back of his mind.

#I have no idea how to end this #mimic writes #cod ocs #my cod ocs #captain castle alistair #captain daddy #lieutenant renee foster #lieutenant mimic #captain bastion reinhart #sergeant logan steiner #sergeant rusty #charliemwrites #dammit charlie #a waltz with patience

[gliyerabaa]

Commissions are OPEN!!!

You know how it goes. Adulting is hard, money is tight. Between tuition and medical bills and a whole bunch of tests I need to take to get my teaching license... it's a LOT. So, I'm re-opening commissions!

Fandoms I actively write for:

Wicked

Fandoms I am open to writing for:

Frozen

Other disney media?

She-Ra

Overwatch

Avatar/Legend of Korra

open to other fandoms if I am at least vaguely familiar with them

Pricing:

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#commissions #wicked the musical #gelphie #fiyeraba #frozen #she-ra #spop #atla #lok #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #disney #disney princess #fanfiction #writing #my writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #wicked #pokemon #trending #viral #open commissions

[bunnyreaper]

say you’ll remember me

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader wc -  1,800 ish warnings - fluff and angst, unrequited love, implied sexual content notes - au ficlets based off the prompt of dream, also on ao3!

Congratulations on your engagement, reads the card. You gush over how adorable the design is and grow more excited upon opening it to see everyone's names scribbled within.

Everyone you both loved had come together, filling every inch of the card with love.

"We always knew you'd end up together." "To Mr and Mrs Reyes." "Here's to forever with your true love." 

The well wishes go on, and as you read each one aloud, he presses gentle, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder, your slender neck.

You feel so right in his arms, talking with elation about how much you can't wait to be his wife. You snuggle back into him, resting your head on his chest--making both of you feel complete. Gabriel has never felt so whole in his entire life, yet he knows the feeling will only grow with each day--when you finally become his till death do you part.

He never in a million years thought he'd have this. That through SEP, Overwatch, Blackwatch, and beyond, he'd find you. His perfect match, his true love.

He closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with contentedness, and when he opens them again, you're no longer cuddled on the couch.

You're both curled up in bed, both naked and spent, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Pleasure trickles throughout his entire body, and you're both unsure where one of you ends and the other begins.

You both feel him softening, feel the way his seed leaks out of you--but the real treat is the way he holds you in his arms, both of you feeling safe and completely like you belong.

There's not a place in the world that either of you would rather be.

"That was amazing." You sigh, your voice breathy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before tilting up your chin and kissing you with every fiber of his being.  "I love you so much, Y/N."

You kiss him back with equal passion, and can't fight the smile off of your face as you cling to him. "I love you too Gabriel, with everything I have."

"Commander Reyes?"  

Your voice pulls him out of his dreams, along with the gentle touch on his shoulder—he comes slamming back into the harsh reality.

"The dropship isn't far out now." You whisper, knowing he'll be eager to get back to base.

After the firefight, the two of you had been left stranded, surrounded by smoldering buildings and dead Omnics. It wasn't what either of you were expecting.

Reyes had spent every last scrap of energy getting the two of you to safety, so while you waited for evac, you promised to watch over him as he slept. Granted, it wasn't ever going to be great, the pair of you using rubble as pillows.

At one point, the Commander's head had drifted onto your shoulder, until he woke up with a start.

He takes a good few moments to fully adjust, realizing where he is and what just happened.

"Thanks." His voice is quiet and measured. "ETA?"

"5 minutes." You reply softly, a kind, friendly smile on your face. Now he has no use for your shoulder, you shuffle away.

He nods simply fighting back the thoughts swimming in his brain. He was used to it, the embers of his inappropriate crush, but he usually had a better handle on it.

Right now, he felt like he was bleeding out, left on the battlefield to die. It had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the ache of waking. Of realizing that all you'll ever be to him is an agent, because he would never think you could love him like the woman who wanted to be his wife.

He observes you silently, noticing the way you tap your fingers across your gun with anxious impatience, and that you still look so beautiful after everything you've been through. You hadn't known each other long, but he knew you to be dependable, and uncharacteristically, he was completely smitten.

"(Y/N)." He starts, unable to use your rank after feeling so intensely close to you. He realizes quickly he doesn't know what to say--how can he explain how he suddenly feels so close to you, knowing you don't feel the same?

"Yes, Commander?" Your use of his title gives him whiplash.

Mr and Mrs Reyes, he thinks, the ones in the dream—they have to have started somewhere.  

Every cell in his body screams to say something, to make that first step and hopefully set you on the course of events that would lead to you being just as close as you were in the mirage.

Distant whirring interrupts his thoughts, and whatever words were going to come next die on his tongue.

"You did good today." He smiles to try and disguise his pain.

"I didn't do much, thank you for getting me out of there." You offer meekly.

"I've got your back." His words are certain and earnest.

"I've got yours too."  

He wonders if that's the closest he'll ever get to hearing I love you leave your lips. Each praise or affirmation from your lips makes him soar, and yet still leaves him yearning.

His thoughts go around in circles, desperately trying to think of ways to bridge the gap between what he had felt and the chasm between you now.

You two pull yourself up from the pile of rubble, ready to head out to board the dropship.

"Can I ask you something?" It's you who breaks the silence, your eyes fixed shyly on him.

"Sure." He can't bear to meet your eyes.

"What were you dreaming about?"

Had he said her name aloud? Moaned at the height of the dream?

"Why?" His gruff demeanor doesn't appear any more defensive than he usually is—even if he most certainly feels it. He finally meets your eye, seeing softness there instead of judgment as you begin to speak.

"You had this little smile on your face, and you looked so peaceful. It was nice."

"My wife." He huffs a laugh. "Though, she only exists in the dream."

"Oh." He can see a range of emotions flicker across your face, as you seem uncertain how to react. "Well, I hope one day you find her for real."

He laughs at the cruel irony and turns away—wondering how after today, things will ever be the same between you two again.

"Cariño." His voice is a blessing as it drifts into your dream, the most heavenly sound you could imagine.  

"I missed you so much. I'm sorry I haven't seen you in a while..." You turn, immediately falling into his embrace. Your hands slip to caress his face, tracing his skin as you desperately refamiliarise yourself with his visage.  

He holds you in return, the touch of his skin on yours bringing you deep peace you haven't felt in his absence.  "Not been sleeping well?" 

He knows you haven't because you've barely seen him.  

"Something like that." You sigh, letting the stress melt away, the problems barely touching you now you're together. "It's this double-edged sword, of missing you and needing you, and then those thoughts keeping me away from you."

"We're together now." He kisses your forehead sweetly as he reassures you.  

Your fingers drift across his skin, sweeping to his brow. "You have a new scar."  

"Nasty fight." He brushes it off with a smile. "Don't worry about it."  

"How can I not?" 

He smirks, removing your hands from fussing so he can kiss them. "Maybe you could kiss it better." 

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips pressing gently against the jagged cut. "My warrior." 

"Now let me kiss you properly." His voice lowers to more of a growl, as he rushes to kiss you senseless. His large hands hold you still as his lips caress yours, his tongue making love to you.

He pulls away momentarily, leaving you dizzy beyond belief. 

"If you keep kissing me like that, we're not going to stop at just kissing." You smirk, your body already buzzing in a way that's only possible with him. 

"I don't want to stop until you're screaming my name." His kisses fall to your neck as his hands grasp at your flesh. "I can't get enough of you.'

"I can't either, fuck." You sigh dreamily as he paws at you, claiming your body for his own.  

"That's it, baby, let me hear those sounds." He purrs. "Say my name."  

"Yes!" His name is on the tip of your lips when—

You wake with a start, your heart immediately aching at his absence. Your skin feels cold, your bed feels empty. It's as if his lips and his touch were right there, only to be ripped away.

You scramble to the nightstand, desperate to grab the sketch pad so you can start sketching what you remember.

His locks of hair, his dark eyes, the dog tags around his neck. It's so familiar and yet so achingly distant. This time you got close, or closer at least, to knowing more about the man who always comes back to your dreams.

You suppose it's a sign of your loneliness, that you keep having the same dreams over and over, that his face keeps appearing and he acts like he's loved you for a lifetime already.

With a final stroke of the pencil, this sketch is complete—his adoring eyes staring at you as he strokes your face.

You swap the sketchpad for your phone, navigating to your messages.

"I dreamt of him again..."  

Your friend replies almost immediately.

"Oh (Y/N), we need to get you a date."  

You smirk at your phone, locking it and heading into the kitchen, ready to start your day. You flick the coffee pot on first, then the TV, and immediately drift to thoughts of what mornings with him might be like as you grab a mug.

"With another successful high-profile mission completed, the group ended with a press conference with the man behind it all, Strike Commander Morrison."

Admittedly, you didn't pay too much attention to Overwatch, especially in these more peaceful times. Strike Commander Morrison was always making great speeches though. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focusing on Jack Morrison until your eyes drift to the grumpy visage of the man standing behind him to the left.

The mug you were holding falls to the ground, smashing into dust.

There he is—the man from your dreams.

Unlike Jack, all blonde hair and Overwatch blues, he's dressed in darker tones with a beanie perched on top of his head.

The frown on his face is one you haven't seen much in your dreams, and it makes your soul yearn to reach out and comfort him.  You want to earn those sweet smiles he gives you, and see the tension lift from his shoulders.

But this man, he's not yours. He isn't the one in your dreams.

Because even if he looks just like him, the man in your dreams isn't real.

#gabriel reyes x reader #reaper x reader #reaper overwatch #gabriel reyes #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfiction

[cyberbirb-arts]

Accompanying piece to a Gency ficlet under the cut! :D

Angela would tirelessly dedicate a good portion of her week to monitor Genji's enhancements, double-checking his oxygen levels and considering new filtration systems for his biotic fluids. She then worried about the adjustments to his cyborg body and new pain medications, second-guessing her own decisions one too many times.

But Genji always reassured Angela that everything was fine, and that if there were any issues he'd tell her at once. He did not like seeing her so stressed and anxious.

He fondly remembers their late night conversations, sharing a dish of her favorite apple pie and cups of stale coffee. He'd listen to Angela ramble for hours about the same subject, boredom never crossing his mind. How much sleep she was getting exactly, however...

Genji found her too often collapsed at her desk; glasses somehow tossed on the floor, papers and documents scattered across, and her tablet dangerously hanging off the edge. He quietly retrieved her readers and caught the tablet in time. He carefully placed a cushion under her cheek and draped a small blanket over her shoulders. It's the least Genji could do, he didn't want to disturb her workspace.

He believed that she always had wings, even without her field suit. But angels needed their rest, too.

"Take care of your own needs as you do for others," he told her. "Please don't leave yourself out."

"I know," she smiled genuinely. "I appreciate you looking out for me."

That evening she was wide awake and the moonlight complimented her pale blonde hair so beautifully, it seemed like tiny golden halos were escaping the loose ponytail. Genji called her ethereal to himself, even as she apologized about her smudged eyeliner and tired, weary smile – all evidence of long hours and few breaks. And the extra coffee probably wasn't the greatest idea. So, her picture-taking skills were a bit clumsy with shaking fingers until Genji held up the other end of the phone.

She waved at him through the screen and started the countdown for the photo timer, but Genji noticed some pie crumbs on her chin.

"Hold still, Angela...", he whispered, using the softest part of his pinky finger to swipe them away.

She laughed, "Quite the professional I am."

"...The best one I know."

She met his gaze, and suddenly Genji wished he didn't plan his return trip to Nepal to contemplate consciousness; a place so far away from the one he could never call home anymore, bearing witness to the great blanket of stars enveloping the snow upon the mountains.

Because at that moment, he fell in love with the entire universe in her eyes.

He entertained the idea briefly, and in his mind he saw Angela's worried expression as she'd approach him, unpacking his bag. Genji would say nothing but tuck a loose piece of her bang behind an ear – the one that would always fall unceremoniously in front of her right eye – he'd selfishly wanted to do that.

Maybe softly kiss her cheek; a quiet thank you for everything.

He'd have to write an extensive apology to Zenyatta, for the desire to stay a little longer with the amazing woman who saved his life...

But of course, he could not stay.

His spiritual path beckoned him to the Shambali once more.

And her hands were full already as an engineer and field medic for Overwatch.

As Genji finally caught himself staring at her after a bit too long, the both of them reluctantly glanced back at the phone screen and their bashful smiles.

Angela silently cradled his gentle hand in hers and nearly gave it a kiss – but she stopped herself.

The camera timer was about to run out.

"Make sure to write me a letter, Genji..."

No one could smile like her.

"I will not forget, Angela."

As beautiful as the Moon.

"...Danke schön."

#overwatch #genji shimada #angela ziegler #mercy #gency #fanart #overwatch fanfiction #medibang #cyberbirb-arts

[spicedrobot]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @bluedaddysgirl! Sorry this took so long. ;;

I'll tag: @withercrown @a-aristippus @lacertae-dreamscape @aevallare @loveoaths @kevystel @frogunderarock @wolveria @dreaminghour @bright-thorn @kitewithfish

And anyone else who wants an excuse to do this please tag me I'd love to read your answers!! 🥺💖💖💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

134.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

444,065

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I started my writing days in Overwatch and most of my fics are from that era, but most recently, I've written for Star Wars, Baldur's Gate 3 and Arcane.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A New Era - First Jayvik fic I wrote, and somehow it's at the top of the jayvik ao3 tag by kudos even though it's mindrot I wrote between episode breaks. Sorry long form jayvik writers ;;

Lost Time - life-affirming jayvik sex after the s1 finale. I'm just now realizing that all my top kudos fics are jayvik LMAO

Opposites - jayvik fic where someone talks up Viktor at a party and Jayce gets jealous.

Arcane Ficlets - my randomly assorted Arcane stuff I wrote via tumblr asks. All jayvik too 😂

Warm Heart - Viktor has cold hands but Jayce knows just how to warm him up.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! But sometimes it takes me months to get back to people. Once the inbox number ticks up I get a little nervous ;; which only makes the problem worse!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend not to write anything that ends too angsty. I have one or two that have a sort of bad-end vibe. Usually I'll write an angsty ending then delete and rewrite. LOL

Maybe this silco/viktor fic: Back Down? Since Viktor knows he shouldn't be messing around with Silco but he's so drawn to him.

Runner up: one of my ramyatta fics Stargazing because it shows the difference between their past relationship and the present at the end, where they are no longer together. t _ t

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Encore, since I wrote it because Outer Wilds canon endings beat me up so badly. LOL

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Almost always. Any kind, basically. LOL I love pining and unestablished relationship like crazy, and both characters just falling into sex with each other. Blow jobs, possessiveness, breeding kinks, ritualistic sex, size difference, voyeurism, smell stuff, sex pollen, outfits... a VERY wide range. 😂

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I almost never write them. I think I have written a few fics that just takes characters and puts them into another game's setting, but that's about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Most I had one of my ramyatta fics translated into chinese. I've also had my only symbrock fic made into a podfic.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I've done a fic with bluedaddysgirl that was Thrawn/Cad Bane, but mostly I collaborate with artists to do illustrations of my work. I did some RPing back in the day, but none of that's going to see the light of day LOL

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Probably genyatta? But honestly, I have so so many. Obimaul also has a special place in my heart.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My last year's nanofic. It was an AU where Bo-Katan never saved Obi-Wan from Mandalore, so he remained Maul's prisoner. It was going to be a what if where Maul realizes he doesn't know what to do with Obi-Wan now that he's finally exacted his revenge, and they would slowly fall in love while doing powerplays the whole time. LOL It was a bit weird because I had to write it so fast, so a lot of the fic was just Savage and Obi-Wan interacting, so it almost made it seem as if they would be the better pairing TBH. It just needs so much reworking and IDK if I have the power. It probably just needs an entire re-write.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel I'm very good at condensing ideas into short word counts. I also think my sex scene writing, specifically my dirty talk, is pretty good! That's one of those things that I can't stand to read if it's bad in fanfic, so I try to make what they say as in character as I can. 😳

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything longer holy shit. I'm really terrible at it because as soon as I have to deal with pacing it's a death sentence for my motivation. 💀💀💀

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It can be done well? But only if you are a fluent speaker. I personally don't do it because I'm an idiot who only knows one language, and I don't want to mess up the mood of writing by accidentally making an embarrassing gaff in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In my life? Probably Kingdom Hearts. On my ao3 account: Dragon Age: Inquisition.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Definitely Polite Company, my Obimaul reverse AU fic. It's the longest thing I've ever written and posted. SUCH a comfort fic to me, and it was a blast to work on. There's just something so fun about writing Jedi Maul that I still can't get over it. The ideas kept coming for that fic which almost never happens for me, and somehow it was fairly well received, which I'm just so ridiculously grateful for. I'm always surprised at how much Obimaul isn't a main pairing for Obi-Wan when they have such ridiculous chemistry. Not even 600 fics on all of ao3 for them💀💀💀 A crime!!

#en talks #long post #ask game

[frankenjoly]

Young love

mcgenji + kiss in joy

“Seen my boys, Ana?” Gabriel asked, and her first answer was nodding and pointing at their location (the opposite corner of the room) with a head tilt. Then, Ana took a sip of her tea, right before spilling the metaphorical one.

“There they are. Though you may wanna give them a few minutes more.” Or not just a few minutes, since the Shimada boy and Overwatch’s favorite cowboy were busy with a very soft kissing session, all full of sunshine and rainbows like they still were two lovesick teenagers… because, honestly, it hadn’t even been that long since then. “Let them have this and so.”

“Ana, please.” Gabriel raised a hand to his chest, and went as far as to pretend he had been shot, all pompous and dramatic. “I’m not a monster.” He looked over her shoulder, directly to the spot where the boys still were but not without trying to be at least a bit inconspicuous. “Besides, they’re pretty cute. I’m like a proud dad right now.”

“You mean mama hen.” Ana counterattacked, chuckling.

“Pfft. Maybe.”  

#mcgenji #colegenji #genji shimada #cole cassidy #ow #overwatch #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #kiss prompts #bringing the kissus

[arcanepactguile]

KH Bonus - What are the Mun's hard limits for roleplaying kink scenarios? Are there things that your muse is interested in that you are not comfortable writing? How do you prefer to approach writing a kink scene from an OOC perspective?

Kinky HeadCanons

For everyone who doesn't know me, I do write a lot of kinks that aren't necessarily my OOC kink but there's some topics I won't write. A combination of kinks & themes for my characters I don't want to write because it's IMO OOC, and my own interests concerning plausibility, IC turn ons, and written well.

Moral factors plays the main reason for other 'kinks' I don't consider kink, like Age Play.

I have the upmost respect towards sexual assault and trauma. I had researched extensively trauma, PTSD, triggers, coping mechanisms, and all the rest in the past because my prior RP hyperfixation was my Overwatch Junkrat (canon divergent, backstory rape victim)'s headcanons established 2016 to 2022 before Tumblr Purge occured.

My most popular asks/requests for that blog was dub / non con drabbles/ficlets, and Sinday events. Make of that what you will.

Unfortunately, before Junkrat and since, I sometimes attract the freak Muns who blur the boundaries and try to force my canon character to rape their character, because it's Hawt Alpha Male, or strangely they force a Mummy/Boy kink dynamic.

I'm mentioning this because I see you, and you will get a hardblock, fuck off.

As a Furry, there's also the slippery slope business, which we collectively agree is dandy. Knots, sheaths, breeding, rut/heat, lactation/multiple nips, AUs, terato, monsterfucking. YMMV.

Anyway...

I refuse to engage...

*Cest, Duplicates

Scat, Watersports, Vomit Play, Enemas

CBT, Nipple Torture, Clamps & Weights, Anal Gaping

Castration, Piercings, Hooks, Needles, Inflation

Mpreg, ABO, Pregnancy, Hyper, Ovipos

Human Furniture

Coffin/Cages, Mummification, Straitjackets, Gasmask

Sissification, Age Play, DDLG, Cub, ABDL

Pet Play

I prefer writing sexual scenes if it's got a valid, in character purpose for development, objective, and plot.

Just because I have a kink my partner has too, it doesn't necessarily mean we will be writing for the hell of it. I'm not a fan of forcing kinks on characters.

There's also kinks that while my Alastor doesn't like, it doesn't mean I refuse to write it. I want you to understand that it could be a trauma or a hard limit for my character, except I can and will write it if it's a believable scene, it's a plot device or pivotal arc. Not an excuse for a lazy Bad Ending sans the snuff.

#TW Sinday #TW SA #TW Abuse #TW trauma #ASKBOX:OverAndOut #DriftersAnonymous #hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #alastor rp