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mxvladdy · 4 years

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Dinner for Two

Hello again! Hope y’all are doing just groovy.

Here’s another fic! It can also be found here !

I got some WIPs in the works so it’s back to the coal mines for me.

Chapters: 1-2-3

The world spun again, more forceful than before. Reaching out blindly you grasp for the closest thing to you. This time it was your friend Genji. Cool metal wrapping around your forearm helping you steady yourself as you breathe through the wave of nausea.

“Doctor! Are you alright?” His scarred brows raising in worry looking for a place to let you rest. He leads you slowly to a nearby bench and away from your workstation.

You wave off his concern resting your fevered brow on your knees taking steady gulps of air in hopes to alleviate the sick feeling. “I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just exhaustion, haven't been able to sleep well of late.”

“Hmmm.” He sat nodding knowing the feeling all to well. “Missing your bear?” Genji joked releasing his hold on you to give you some space, his tone still laced with worry.

You chuckle dryly emerging from your ball to lean back, resting on the metal wall behind you. You did miss Jesse. It would have been a down right lie to say otherwise. His warm body encased around you, shaggy chestnut hair fanning out on his pillow. The whiskey smoke smell of him, an oddly comforting scent.

He was halfway through a six month mission with Soldier, Winston, and Angie to America looking into a Talon lead. As an infiltration mission, it requires time to build trust and connections. Meaning it was a pain in the ass for everyone.

I've been missing ya somethin’ fierce doll. Can't stop thinking about ya. Bed’s too cold nowadays. I wish ta god you could have come along. But can't be puttin’ all our medics in the field. His low timbre reverberating through the tinny speaker of your phone. Everytime he called it was a double edge sword, you were overjoyed that he was alive and safe. Yet it made the miles apart feel even longer.

You look up at Genji's patient expression. “I do.” You admit accepting the ninja's help getting up, the sickness passing as quickly as it had come. Genji nodded sagely heading back to your station where you had been working on an upgrade for his respiratory system. Your work was on par with Angie's, making the head medic feel comfortable dividing her workload with you.

“Perhaps you should take a break for the rest of the day? I'm not going anywhere and the upgrade isn't critical yet. Why not join Reinhardt and myself for lunch?” Genji nudged, placing his hand between you and your work. You agreed hoping a break would make you feel better.

It did not. Instead you retired to your quiet room curling around Jesse's pillow and drifted into a dreamless sleep stomach tossing and turning . This was your day to day life for the next three weeks. But it was only getting worse. Nausea, bloating, headaches, and fatigue plagued you as sleep evaded you. You hid; brushing off concern with the same line.

“ It's just stress .” You sigh dismissing Ana's hand on your shoulder but graciously accepting the hot mug of tea. Enjoying her company in the common room after getting fed up with sitting in the spare medical lab all day.“I don't know how Angie does this.” You sigh dramatically.

“I sometimes wonder about the both of you. If I didn't know better I'd say you and Ziegler are secret masochists.” Ana chuckled. You flush, skin darkening as Ana levels you with a knowing smirk. “Ahh~Thought that was more you and Jesse's shtick.”

“What's more my shtick?” A deep southern drawl purrs behind you. A deep purr you thought you still had another two months before you could hear it in person. You didn't get a chance to turn before two strong burly arms wrapped around you. He smelled of sweat and gun oil. The staleness of the airship hung over him telling you more than anything that he just arrived.

Ana rolled her eye at your sequel when he lifted you into his chest spinning you around to capture you in a soul stealing kiss. “I was under the impression I still had another six weeks of peace.” Ana joked, raising to pat his back as he lowered you to the floor. His attention not wavering from you.

“You know me Ma’am, can't be kept away from ya.” Jesse winked his smile damn near blinding. “But the mission went off without a hitch, got all the data we need to put a hurtin’ on the next Talon operation.”

“Good,” Ana nodded curtly, looking at her com. “Ah… Soldier wants us all at the debriefing in five. Best be heading over.”

You both watch her leave arms still wrapped around each other. Jesse breaks first brushing his lips down your throat pulling a giggle from you as his beard hairs tickle you. Your good mood doesn't last long though as your nose seems to really pick up on his scent. The pleasant sweat and gun metal smell from earlier now astringent and overpowering. You gag choking back the bile in your empty stomach.

“Damn,” Jesse pulls back watching you cup your hand over your nose and mouth. “I smell that bad doll?”

“No. Sorry I've just been under alot of stress of late. My body is protesting.” You cough forcing yourself back into his arms.

He coos sympathetically rubbing your back. “M’ sorry sunshine, let me make it up to you tonight huh? Hot bath- a few drinks. Hell I'll even sneak out an’ get us some food from town, your choice. Maybe a movie if I can keep my eyes open long enough. Just gotta get through this damn debrief,” He looks at his com cover your shoulder checking for messages. “which we are ‘bout to be late for so let's get gettin’.”

You arrived only a few seconds late. Reinhardt holding the door for you and Jesse beaming brightly at you both. You took your seat next to Angie and Ana while Jesse sat by Genji and Lucio. Nodding politely at the two women you settle in listening to the monotone drone of Winston's debriefing scrolling through the file in front of you. He took an hour before Soldier started.

“Is it hot in here?” You whisper leaning over to Ana when 76 had his back to them. Ana frowned, shaking her head noting a slight sheen of sweat gracing your dark skin.

“Not really. Do you need to step out? This many bodies in a room could heat it up.”

You shake your head thinking maybe you were just overreacting. Instead you pour yourself a glass of water sipping slowly, losing focus. Ugh, that pesky nausea was back making the room swim. You could feel it at the corners of your vision. Had you eaten today? It wasn't abnormal for you to miss a meal or two. You ate ridiculously late last night, a sudden craving as you watched Hana play video games. So skipping breakfast shouldn't have been that bad an issue. Besides Lena had needed assistance with a nasty sprained ankle.

“You are looking a little under the weather my friend!” You jump glass shaking in your hand. Reinhardt sounded so distant, like though water. How odd…

You try to speak but your tongue seems to be cemented to your mouth. The room's axis tilts dangerously as you try to steady yourself. The swimming wasn't just at the corner of your eyes anymore. A blonde blob took up your vision. The blob speaking softly trying to take you with it.

A bad choice. Your knees buckled the moment you rose, the swimming in your vision turning violent. The water in your ears turned to crashing waves disorienting you as your vision went black.

You woke in darkness a faint light to your side illuminating flat white tiles above you. Your vision was steady but blurry as you took in your surroundings. It was the medical wing. You could tell that much by the stiff mattress and scratchy sheets covering you. A pressure in your arm gives you pause. Shifting in the sheets you touch at it recognizing the tug and pull of an IV drip.

“Ah! You're awake!” Angie chipper voice emerging from thin air to your side. “Gave us a fright back there.”

“What happened?” You asked, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion trying to focus on her uncharacteristically tight smile. She hums bringing up your charts.

“Low blood sugar. Very low blood sugar. Bordering on coma inducing, you banged your head rather hard when you passed out; but it's fine. Everyone is fine.” She friendly tone turning professional and curt, her hands busy adjusting your IV and raising the lights in the room slightly. “Are you too hot? Too cold? What was the last thing you ate? You should have come and told me sooner.”

Angie helps you sit up adjusting the bed and pillows to your comfort. “Angela I'm fine. I have been just so caught up in work, you know I get stress sick sometimes. I'll be more careful.”

Your friend stopped midway into checking your vitals. “Are you- I had thought as much. It's unlike you to be so reckless.” She finishes jotting down a quick note before handing you your medical records.

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You scroll through blindly feeling ill for a whole new reason. How could you have been so stupid to have not picked up on all the subtle changes. You backtrack the past months counting the days. Your period, while erratic and hard to chart was never this late.

“How…” Your voice cracks lowering the tablet to your knees. Angie waits putting a supportive hand on your leg watching you process. “I'm a fucking doctor, and I miss that I'm pregnant!” Your laugh was empty, on the verge of hysterics. Shaking in a mix of awe and panic you place a hand against your midriff. How could you miss this?

Fat is soft and malleable when you gain it. It grows in multiple areas at once, not collecting in one area growing steadily for so long. Dread fills you. You had been foolish thinking you were eating too much, so you cut back, taking up walking with Mei and hikes with Lucio. You had been starving yourself. Your child.

“Don't,” Angie cut into your downward spiral of guilt. “I'm not the most well versed in this but I did as thorough a check as I could and everything looks fine. You're underweight for the start of your second trimester but other than that you're fine,” She squeezes you leg reassuringly. “ they are fine .”

Falling back on the bed you bury your face in your hands groaning out. “Angie how did I fuck up this bad.”

She chuckled against her better judgement, but knowing you the worst had passed for now. “I can take some of the blame. I did dump a lot on you before I left. I knew I could trust you to stay focused on our work. I guess I underestimated how focus you would get. We are much in the same on that front. Stress does strange things to the body, as we both know. I, if I was in your shoes, would probably write it off as stress too.”

You gripe folding your arms defensively over your belly remembering Ana's comments from early. Jesse. “What do I tell Jesse? Did you say anything to him?” You snap rounding on your friend.

“I have kept everyone out including him till I could assess what was wrong, as per protocol. No matter what that man says otherwise.” Angie frowned looking towards the door. “You haven't been under for more then three hours. But I doubt he has left his vigil at the door. Do you want me to get him?”

You shake your head vigorously wrapping yourself over your stomach defensively. You had never discussed children. Anything really outside of dating. How would he react? What would this mean for you in the newly reformed Overwatch? “I need some time. I have to think this over.”

Angie rose nodding in agreement. “Let me know whatever you decide. I'll be there anyway I can.” She helps you lower the bed and turns off the lights again before leaving. You hear her exit and immediately start talking with someone on the other side of the door.

It was two days before you allowed visitors deciding to spend those days cramming as much knowledge and food into you all while talking things through with Angela. You had decided to tell Jesse and go from there, notifying Winston you could do nothing but wait to see what this meant for you for work and living on base. Angie was adamant she would pressure him to let you stay on as a medic on base until you were ready to take leave. As for housing well; maybe you could find a nice flat off base if it was an issue. You didn't think your shared room with Jesse was large enough for three. If there would be three.

As if beckoned by your thoughts Jesse was there knocking softly on your door not a few minutes after Angie sent out a notice that you would be allowing guests. He flashed you a crooked smile raising a plastic bag with a little smiley face on it. “I promised ya a hot bath and food...bath might be later but I thought maybe you would like some non-Angie approved food.” He fidgeted holding back his want to dash to you, his fears threatening to overflow. Watching you just drop at that meeting almost took him down with you. You looked ill when he greeted you but he didn't think it was that bad. Angie said it was low blood sugar from lack of food and sleep. But he knew better, there was something else on top.

He waited watching you shift the massive amount of blankets around you, burying yourself further in their warmth before smiling shyly. Boots thumping loudly on the floor he approached his grin freer this time pulling up a chair and your floating tray. “Oh. Did ya already eat doll? I can come back later if you want. Ang’ been saying your still feelin’ a little green ‘round the gills.” He frowned, noticing the scraps of foods on your discarded plate. It looked like the remains of something he would eat. Fattening and full of greasy meat, a few half eaten fries were left.

“I could always eat more. That's why I'm in here.” You laugh reaching for the bag while Jesse placed his hat and wrap on a nearby coat rack. You groan loudly pulling out a take out box of sweet and sour chicken, sticky rice and dumplings. Jesse watched shocked as you dove in stuffing a dumpling whole into your mouth only noticing his stares after you crudely stuffed another in your mouth “Wha?”

“Nothin’ sugar. Glad you're eating. Though I didn't think you would take my box. I got you a healthier one… you and Angie always watch what ya eat.” He smiles fishing out the other box. “But I guess we can switch every once and awhile.” He winks toying with you not expecting the look of horror on your face, a stock of broccoli halfway to your lips. “It ain't a big deal! ‘sides you are always on my case about eating better. Eat up! Can't have my sunshine starving. ” He jokes taking a bite out of the baked fish in front of him.

“Ya.” You chuckle nervously lowering your fork. Turning your face from his. You spoke so softly he barely heard it. Your words slipping out like a ghost.

Since I'm eating for two…

It caught him like a sucker punch, the world moving at half it’s normal pace. Surely you didn't mean… “I- I don't think I'm getting the joke doll.” Jesse muttered mind reeling for an explanation for your comment, other than the obvious one. Because that one didn't make sense. Right?

You turn back fist gripping your blankets, knuckling white and hands shaking. “Every symptom has a cause. I fainted and I thought I was suffering from just exhaustion and fatigue. Turns out they were just symptoms too.” Brushing aside the quilts you touch your stomach gently refusing to look at him.

“Are… how long?” Jesse asked voice no louder then your ghost like whispers.

“Angie said four months give or take a few weeks.”

Jesse leaned back quietly. “How long have you known?” Why didn't you trust him to tell this? Had he done something to make you think otherwise? You never brought up children but never talked negatively of it either. His heartbeat ecstatically thoughts flashing a mile a minute.

“When I woke up. I didn't realize until then,” You finally turn trying to fight back the tears of panic threatening to break free. “I swear. I would never have been so foolish if I had known. I would have told you.”

Jesse rose whipping a stray tear from your cheek and wrapping you in a tight hug, shoulders trembling from unshed tears himself. “I know, I trust ya. Jesus baby meeting you was the blessing I never deserved.” He kissed you then, peppering little kisses all over your cheeks, your nose and lips never settling for one place for long.

“You want this? Jesse I won't force this on you.” You ask, starting to realize your fears may be unfounded.

“Whatca’ mean ‘if I want this’? I love ya, every bit I can get! I mean I would have done this a bit different. A cute little house with a cute little dog.” He paused licking his lips debating for a moment before continuing. “The nicest damn ring I can afford… But what's life without a few curves?” He smiles warmly a soft flush gracing his cheeks.

You couldn't help but laugh in shock. The words warming you completely making your heart flutter. It was a sweetness that made you feel good, feel safe when he pulls you in tighter murmuring hopes and promises into your ear. You smile snuggling in close, kissing his cheek and rubbing his broad shoulders wondering why you worried in the first place. This could work. You knew he would try and you wouldn't back down either. You loved him too much to not at least try.

#overwatch #overwatch fanfic #jesse mccree #jesse mccree x reader #fluff #its a baby fic

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kerfufflewatch · 6 years

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PMW 4: Road Trip

or part of one, I guess

this one was a struggle today but we made it happen! this is the farthest I’ve ever gotten into a fandom week! this is only exciting to me!

<< Day 3 || Day 5 >>

They are four hours into the ten-hour drive to Barcelona when Hanzo’s phone rings. Hanzo is grateful for the distraction--despite his patience, he has never had enough of it for extended car rides--until he sees the name on the screen. He can already guess the tone that this conversation will take.

“Who’s that?” McCree asks from the driver’s seat, sparing a glance. “The others checkin’ in?”

“Genji,” Hanzo replies dryly. He can already guess where this conversation will go.

A team of five is headed into Barcelona today, chasing a rumor of Talon operatives planning an operation in the area. They had opted not to take a shuttle for fear that they would be noticed--which meant two cars with five agents split among them are making the ten-hour drive to Barcelona instead. Hanzo and McCree were together, leaving Genji, Lena, and Angela in the other. Angela had sent a check-in text an hour earlier, which meant that Genji was most likely just being bothersome.

From: Genji 1:47 PM

You should tell him.

Hanzo stifles a groan. They had started this conversation before the drive. He had hoped Genji would leave it alone.

To: Genji 1:48 PM

I will not.

From: Genji 1:48 PM

You’re just being stubborn for the sake of it.

To: Genji 1:49 PM

You are being nosy and annoying.

From: Genji 1:49 PM

That’s my job. Annoying and nosy little brother. Who also just wants to see you happy for a change, instead of pining and sulking around.

To: Genji 1:50 PM

I do not sulk.

From: Genji 1:51 PM

Not only do you sulk better than anyone else, but you don’t even deny that you’re pining. From: Genji 1:51 PM

You can do you what you want, Hanzo. But I don’t think this IS what you want. And I don’t think it will end as badly as you think it will if you would just tell him.

Hanzo pockets his phone. He must be making a face, because McCree looks over and asks, “Everything alright there?”

“Fine.”

McCree seems unsatisfied by the answer, but he does not push it. Instead, he says, “Well, we’re comin’ up on the midway point. We’ll pull over for a bit, stretch our legs before we switch. Might improve the mood a bit.”

“Good,” Hanzo sighs, looking back out the window at the passing Spanish scenery. “I despise long car rides like this.”

“I take it your family wasn’t much of a road-trippin’ kind.”

“Of course not. If we had to go anywhere that look longer than an hour to drive, we flew, or took the train.”

McCree snorts. “‘Course you did.”

“I have never met anyone who was not an American who enjoyed driving across entire countries.”

“We’re not driving across the entirely of Spain. Just . . . most of it.” McCree winces, shifting in his seat. “Though I feel ya, this is gettin’ a little tiresome. Was a lot more fun when my old dad did all the drivin’ and I just looked out the windows and ate all the chips.”

“Is this something you did often then?” Hanzo props his head in his hand and his elbow against the window to look at McCree. He latches on to the glimpse in McCree’s childhood, thirsty, as always, for anything new he can learn about McCree.

“Well, I wouldn’t say often. Not like we could afford to make big trips. But sometimes we’d go down to the river, and that was about an hour and a half out one way, so we’d pack some food, pile all of us into the car, and it was kind of a road trip. And at that age, an hour and a half sure felt like it took all day.”

Hanzo chuckles, reclining further into his seat. “I can imagine. Father started taking us on business trips when I was a teenager, but Genji was still a few years too young to be patient. He did not care for the long flights.”

McCree laughs. “Truth be told, I’m a grown man and I’m not so fond of ‘em, either.”

The conversation lapses, and the silence between them is comfortable, filled by the old American country music playing from the speakers. McCree’s playlist must have repeated twice by now, and truthfully the music by itself is starting to grate on Hanzo’s nerves, but there is an upside. After a few moments have passed and the conversation does not pick up again, McCree returns to singing along with the radio, and Hanzo turns to look out the window to hide his smile.

The driving is dull, and his legs and back are beginning to ache, but this is nice, at least. The sound of McCree’s rich, deep voice crooning along to songs of lost love and good whiskey, is almost enough to make the trip worth it by itself. Hanzo closes his eyes and listens for a minute or two.

His thoughts eventually drift back to the conversation with Genji, however, and in this little private bubble of contentment, Hanzo cannot help but wonder. There have been a few instances in these past weeks, tiny things that he could not adequately describe to another person. A certain tilt to McCree’s smile that Hanzo does not see except when they are alone, the way his gaze sometimes lingers when he thinks Hanzo does not see, fleeting touches that are becoming more common. Whether these are all new developments or Hanzo is simply noticing things that had always been there, he cannot say.

And in the light of the last few weeks, after the bed and the bar and their most recent late-night meeting, he cannot help but wonder if there is more than he is willing to let himself believe.

The song playing now is a standard country number, as far as Hanzo can tell. McCree sings along to a tale of newfound love, and just for a moment, Hanzo catches McCree looking his way.

Only for a moment.

Then his gaze is firmly back on the road. Hanzo swallows hard and looks out the window again, and does not turn back until they reach the midpoint.

Eventually, McCree pulls off the highway onto an exit, and they stop at a gas station to trade spots and stretch their legs. While McCree ducks into the shop, Hanzo remains outside. His phone pings with another text while he is stretching his back.

From: Genji 2:32 PM

Checking in. Still alive here. Everything still okay?

To: Genji 2:33 PM

Fine. We have stopped for a minute, but will be driving again shortly.

From: Genji 2:33 PM

Have you thought about what I said?

Hanzo huffs. For all his flightiness when they were young, Genji has always been stubborn when he wants something.

Before he can respond to his brother, McCree comes back out of the store. He carries a paper cup of coffee in each hand, and offers one to Hanzo. “Figured you’d want a pick-me-up before we got goin’ again,” he says with a pleasant smile. “Ready to go?”

Hanzo reaches out to take the cup. For a brief moment, their fingers brush, sliding between each other. He sees McCree’s gaze flicker down, just for a fraction of a second, and his hold lingers before he lets go of the cup.

He texts Genji back before he gets into the car: I have.

The coffee is hot and sweet, just as he likes it.

#Overwatch #McHanzo #Kerfuffle Fic #peapodmchanzoweek #mchanzo week #I'm honestly not that happy with this #but I'm determined to see this whole project through

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thoughtfulfangirling · 7 years

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Alright fine. I was unsure whether or not I really wanted to post my entry to @docholligay‘s contest on my blog (where ya’ll can actually read it and where it’s actually linked to me), but since I’m sad more people haven’t posted their pieces and really wish they would, I figure it’s only fair I post mine. X~D Be the change you want in the world and all right?? Haha

It’s an Overwatch fic, 2,281 words. Emily/Tracer/Winston as primary characters. Tried to use as much of Doc’s canon as I could remember... especially since I don’t really have much in place for what I think the canon is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It had been a whirlwind to observe, the reassembling of Overwatch—especially as an outsider. Lena had disappeared in a flash, only to return a moment later to give Emily a peck and say she'd be back soon. Lena had invariably been the first to respond of course. She and Emily lived the closest to Winston after all.

Lena had been so eager to help with getting everything prepared, but she didn't even know where to start in organizing arrivals and living spaces for those coming from out of the area. Emily had decided to help out. How could she not?

Winston's place seemed designed well enough to host several visitors, so Emily had been working on preparing rooms and stocking the kitchen.

When she'd asked about dietary restrictions, Lena and Winston had looked at her blankly for a long moment before Lena piped up. "Well, of 'course ya know Angela—keep it kosher. 'N I think Geenji," she said it slowly, thinking. She glanced at Winston whose shoulders jerked up, 'I have no idea' written across his features. Lena's head just whipped back to Emily. "I think 'e might be vegetarian?"

"Helpful." Emily had murmured, and decided she would mostly prepare perishables until she could ask the arrivals herself. Lena and Winston were more than likely to forget if she asked them to make contact with everyone coming in just to find out now.

Angela and Fareeha were the first to arrive after that, but frequent visitors that they were, she and Lena set them up at their place, which was just as well. News arrived shortly after about the Moon Colony, and Lena disappeared for a while, a shadow to Winston. When Genji and McCree showed up, it was a relief to have Angela and Fareeha help, as Emily had never met either of them before.

The group didn't get a chance to all sit down for a meal together until shortly after Reinhardt arrived. There were too many mouths, so they'd ordered out from a local deli/pasta shop Angela had discovered. It'd taken a while for the food to arrive, but it was just as well as the group reminisced and joked around as they waited, and the food, when it arrived, didn't slow that down. Emily, of course, felt like she was sitting behind a veil, not separate but also not part of it all. They all made her feel comfortable of course, but she simply couldn't joke with them about that time McCree replaced one of Lena's training guns with a paintball gun or how disappointed he was when the paint all but dripped stainlessly off of Genji's mechanical chest... except for where one shot had splattered on his left pec. It was such a pleasure to watch Lena's face light up as she remembered, her whole body doubled over in laughter, hands clamped over her mouth. "Your nipple was green for a week Genj!"

"Y'know, I was actually thinkin' the li'l lady was training with Wintson that session." McCree added, saluting his glass of whiskey in Winston's direction.

Winston opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of Athena turning on to say something made him look toward his computer. Seeing Winston was preoccupied, the others turned instead to each other.

"I apologize for interrupting your party." Athena's voice rang above the din of the group's chatter.

Winston, looking in the direction of the nearest computer, insisted. "It is not, a party." Lena shot Emily a look which made her grin. Only Winston would insist this gathering was work and not play.

"A news alert has been issued. Times of Numbani reports Talon has targeted a Helix facility." The chatter tapered off as the rest of the group now listened to the robotic voice. "Inmate Akande Ogundimu, aka Doomfist, has escaped. I have accessed the article, and it is awaiting your attention on screen."

The attentiveness of the group had turned to stillness.

"Well Ah'll be damned." McCree's voice cut through the silence like a knife. Emily didn't look at him though. She'd been watching Winston when Athena had finished speaking. His face had fallen, his eyes haunted. "'s'lookin like the world might not be so upset after all, Overwatch gettin' back t'gether and what-not." No one replied to him. If Emily had been paying attention, she would have seen that Genji had touched McCree's shoulder and shook his head, quieting the man.

Emily turned her gaze to Lena, hoping her luv would explain to her what was going on. It wasn't like Emily didn't know who Doomfist was—who didn't?—but that didn't explain this reaction. A coldness gripped Emily as her gaze landed on Lena. The small woman looked paralyzed, except that her hand was slowly reaching toward the back of her chair, almost unconsciously, where her chronal accelerator lounged across it's back. She didn't need it strapped onto her in Winston's home, not with the Area Affect model he kept around.

"What—" Emily began, but was interrupted by Winston sitting up so fast from the table chairs scraped across the floor as the force of him moved them aside. He began making his way toward the computer. Before Emily could even return her gaze to Lena, the woman was a blur behind Winston.

"Win, it's gonna be fine." Her voice trailed after him.

Emily just barely heard Fareeha quietly say, "let's give them some space." She felt bodies moving, heard chairs shuffling as they made their way to the guest area.

"It is not fine." Winston's voice carried back as he reached his computer. "Talon shows up out of nowhere. We haven't figured out their recent movements yet—what they're up to. Until we defeat Doomfist, you should stay out of the field."

"But Winston, that's absurd!"

Emily found she had made her way calmly yet determinedly after them. "One of you is going to tell me what's going on!" Emily said firmly. She didn't have to lift her voice. They both turned to her. Winston looked away first, his face contorted with guilt. She looked to Lena, who glanced at Winston for help. When she saw his look, she said, "For god's sake Winston! It wasn't your fault!" She turned back to Emily. "We fought Doomfist, just before Overwatch fell apart."

"I remember reading about his arrest. If I remember correctly, Winston was attributed with affecting it. So that does not explain..." her inability to articulate what was going on being part of the problem, she finished her statement by exasperatedly gesturing at the two of them, both hands extending out stiffly as if to uncover the tension between them.

"Winston did take 'em in. But 'e didn't go on that mission alone. I—" The woman shuddered. "Doom, they make 'im out to be a bit mad, but 'e's not. He's... calculated. 'E notices patterns..."

A presence moved up beside Emily. Angela had remained in the room and now had come up to them, and her presence, as always, had a calming affect. It wasn't enough to break the tension, but some of Emily's nerves felt slightly less raw.

"It was the second time Lena got lost in time." Angela explained softly as she placed a hand on Emily's shoulder. "Akande broke her chronal accelaretor in that fight." Lena's eyes flicked away from Emily's and she wrung her hands together exactly once, shoulders tight and raised, her freckles contrasted starkly against her suddenly pale skin.

"You... never told me it happened in battle." Emily said softly, her eyes trying to search Lena's, but she wouldn't look at her. A part of her had always known that was likely how it had happened, but it was different, knowing that was the case, having a face to add to the mental image.

"Now you see why you can't go out in the field!" Winston demanded, finally turning away from the computer and back to Lena. The woman flinched, but her eyes stayed locked onto Emily's in that moment. The fear behind them certainly spoke of those nightmares—the ones she would wake to in the middle of the night, all but screaming, as if she would scream if only she could be heard. The nightmares which ended in them clinging to each other—Emily desperate to offer comfort and solace, and Lena to feel anchored and stable.

But there was something else to that fear too. She was afraid Emily would side with Winston. It made Emily's whole chest constrict, to realize Lena could argue with one of them on this point, but not both of them, and while everything in Emily suddenly screamed that Winston was right, she found she couldn't do that to the woman she loved, to the woman whose driving force was to make the world a better place. That was the woman she fell in love with; she couldn't deny her now.

"Lena," She breathed, closing the space between them. She grabbed the woman's too still hands in her own. "Lena look at me." She said, coaxing. Lena turned her fawny brown eyes up to hers. Emily lifted one hand to run her hand through the short hair behind Lena's ear. "You know better now." She pressed her hand against her hair and rested her forehead against Lena's. "However he bested you before, you won't let that happen again, and you'll come home to me." Lena's haunted eyes bloomed, suddenly smiling in relieved gratitude.

"'Cause if I don't, ya'll bring me back just so you can kill me, aye?" She laughed. It was filled with relief, but the nerves were still there. Despite her need to be out there, fighting the good fight, she was scared, and Emily had to close her eyes for a moment or risk changing her mind.

Letting out a strained laugh, Emily nodded against Lena's forehead. "That's right. Winston and I both will!"

Winston made a sound of frustration and began moving restlessly again, this time back toward the now empty dinner table. Emily stepped back so they could watch him. She let go of Lena's hand when she saw the woman needed to follow him. Lena blinked after him, and Emily looked at Angela who still stood calmly nearby, somehow utterly unobtrusive. She stepped up to her. "That was brave of you."

Emily let out a sigh and hooked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Lena will be Lena. How could I stop her and not risk losing her anyway?"

Angela nodded. "I understand. Fareeha and I had that talk a long time ago. It could be either one of us. It's easier, in a way, to understand. What you're doing—" Emily moved her hand a bit suddenly, palm down, fingers spread, and Angela had quieted. She wasn't sure she could hear what else Angela had to say in that moment. She was still reeling a little, and she was curious what Winston was doing. He had grabbed the Area Affect chronal accelerator and taken it over to his workbench. She moved to see what he was doing with it, and Angela slipped away.

"—wasn't actively searching you out, I was working on this. Since Overwatch had fallen by the time I got you back, I hoped I'd never have to use it," he was saying.

"But she uses it all the time." Emily said, walking up to them. "When she's at home and here." It felt silly to say, because of course Winston knew that, but the way he was talking about it was confusing. She needed him to backtrack or elaborate.

"Yes yes. That's how it ended up getting used. But I originally had plans for it to be a backup. Something another teammate always wore or it would be stationed at a nearby point Lena could always get back to. I even made a prototype harness to wear on my person so that next time..." He had been managing a matter-of-fact tone, but as he trailed off, his eyes grew distant, as if remembering something. Emily decided not to ask; she didn't want to know.

"There will always be a backup nearby is what I'm saying." He finished firmly, staring hard at Lena.

"Oh Win that's lovely!" Lena exclaimed, with almost too much exuberance, as if she could force herself back to her usual perkiness and self confidence. "See, I knew you'd come up with somethin'! You always 'ave my back."

Winston shifted, face uncomfortable, and Lena's expression faltered, and she looked away. "I promise Win," she said quietly. "You too Em." She shifted nervously. "I'll wait to go on field missions 'till Winston's got that portable and working... provided you don't dwaddle about with it Win... and I'll be extra wary of Doomfist. Believe me, I don' want to end up lost again any more than you two do."

And that, Emily knew with painful clarity, was certainly the truth. She did not expect a restful sleep tonight.

#Docholligay's Contest #I feel so rusty ficcing again #even just little bits at a time #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#Overwatch #Emily #Tracer x Emily #Tracer #Lena Oxton #Winston #fanfiction #OWfanfiction #womeninfandom #thoughtfulfangirling fanfiction #TFGOC

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i’ve been listening to the bonnie and clyde soundtrack and so i wrote a completely self indulgent fic where monwinn and supercorp meet bonnie and clyde and i just really enjoyed writing it and it doesn’t have a title lol

“C’mon, sugar, we gotta get out of here,” the man in the grey hat chuckles, an eyebrow raised and his lips more smirk than smile. The sleek outline of a ‘45 makes itself obvious in his trouser pocket, and his fingers play with the trouser material. Winn glances between the man and his red-haired companion, his breath rapid, shocked. The dark grey suit is slightly big on the man, but the woman’s dress is fitted tight to her body. She’s tall, and elegant, and Winn would be entranced by her if it wasn’t for the gangster who looks exactly like him.

Turning up on a dusty road, in broad daylight, when they’d been flying through the National City at midnight, was seeming almost insignificant compared to this.

Kara’s hand is on his shoulder, and with her boots she’s taller than him, it’s reassuring, but her grip is tight, and he can almost feel the bones in his shoulder about to shatter. Mon-El’s hand is clasped in his, his thumb rubbing gently, as if he can sense that Winn is about to do something rash.

“You- oh my God,” Winn manages to splutter out.

“Takin’ the Lord’s name in vain, buddy?” His doppelganger laughs, finally turning to look at him, and his mouth drops. “Shit!” The word isn’t said as if he’s shocked, or even slightly surprised, he simply looks amused. “When I said people’d cut their hair like me, didn’t think it was gon’ come true,”

He laughs, again, and Winn can’t breathe. “Gotta say, though, you look a little clean cut to idolise me. Ain’t complainin’, mind.”

“Clyde, honey,” the red-head says, and she looks as amused as her partner does. “D’ya think he’s got a friend who looks like me?”

The man in the grey hat, Clyde, is terrifying, but there is nothing but adoration in his eyes as he looks at the woman, and smiles, edging closer to her so he can wrap an arm around her waist. Winn absentmindedly notices that he’s shorter than her. “Ain’t no-one who even comes close to you, Bonnie, babe,” it’s only then that he regards that there are, in fact, two women, and another man, with Winn.

“So much for date night,” Lena says, and although she’s as utterly confused as the rest of them, she seems to be taking it better, as she laughs in good spirit.

“You- me- how?” Winn, however, is not.

Clyde ignores Winn, has been transfixed ever since he caught sight of Kara. “What are you wearing?” While Winn, Mon-El and Lena’s outfits don’t exactly fit with wherever they are right now, Kara’s doesn’t exactly fit anywhere other than National City.

But before Kara can answer, Winn is asking again, “Why do you look like me? Who are you?” Clyde looks even more amused before, and he raises an eyebrow, laughs.

“Buddy, you ain’t gonna kid me, you don’t gotta act like ya don’t know me, I’m flattered, honest,” he laughs again, which is seemingly the only thing he can do, and amusement is the only emotion he’s capable of.

“I don’t know who you are, man, I’m sorry, but this is totally weird, and I don’t know who you are,” Winn insists. Mon-El has let go of his hand, and his arms are crossed, and the brunet kind of wishes they weren’t. He’d like to hold his boyfriend’s hand right now. He can feel Mon-El’s warmth next to him, and he kind of needs to be closer to him.

Clyde looks at Bonnie, who looks more confused than he does. There wasn’t anyone who didn’t know Bonnie and Clyde, not in the whole of the Texas. “Clyde Barrow,” he smirks, and sticks a hand out, “Now, you gotta tell me your name too, you’d hafta be rude not to. Ain’t a long-lost brother, are you? I’ve got enough of ‘em already,”

Winn looks to Mon-El, and Mon-El looks to Winn. Kara nods at them, and he clears his throat before saying, “Winn- yeah, Winn,” and shaking Barrow’s hand quickly.

The woman smiles, her arm is around Clyde’s shoulders, and she nestles herself closer against him as she speaks, her voice smooth as silk. “And I’m Bonnie Parker.”

“That your flame, Winn?” Clyde asks, as he grins at Kara. Lena subconsciously steps closer to her, and finds her hand. The man, who is still watching them, laughs. “You two sisters?”

Finally finding his voice, Winn can’t help but chuckle as he thinks of how disgusting it’d be if Lena and Kara were related in any way at all. “No, they’re together. This- I’m- Mon-El. I’m Mon-El’s flame,” he uses the lingo tensely, unsure of what exactly it means. Clyde narrows his eyebrows, and shakes his head, his mouth still in a smile.

“World’s gettin’ more an’ more strange by the day, ain’t it-”

Before he can continue, Kara interrupts, her face a mask of neutrality, but Winn can see her hand trembling. Lena is keeping it steady, but it’s clearly growing difficult. “What year are we in?”

Laughing, Clyde takes his arm from around Bonnie’s waist, “You’re joking? It’s 1934.” Parker laughs, and her and Barrow’s laughter intertwine like a ridiculous melody.

“I don’t see why that would be a joke-” Mon-El starts, but he’s cut off by the click of a gun. Bonnie and Clyde have simultaneously positioned their guns towards them. The sun glints off the barrels, and both of them have their fingers on their respective triggers. Kara edges forward, shielding Lena best she can without being obvious. Mon-El starts to do the same, and Winn grabs him by the wrist. They don’t know if he’s bulletproof yet.

Clyde steps forward, one foot in front of the other, elegance radiating off him as he smiles, using his free hand to reposition his hat. “You lot are either in a whole lotta trouble, or you’re grifters. We don’t have no time for grifters, Bonnie and me.” Winn’s cursing himself, but he’s kind of jealous. This guy, terrifying as he may be, is probably the coolest person he’s ever been near, bar Kara, and he looks just like him. Winn can’t shoot a gun yet, he works with computers, for God’s sake. It’s not fair that his doppelganger, which Barry has told him aren’t that rare, gets to be a million times cooler than him.

The two criminals complement each other perfectly, and Winn will ponder on whether or not Mon-El is his Bonnie later, but he’s brought back to the situation when a shot rings out. His head darts up, but no-one’s been hit, not even Kara. “Jesus-” he murmurs, as Barrow and Parker smile in syncronisation.

“Didn’t I pose a question, there, eh? Are you lot-” Clyde waves his gun about carelessly, “-in trouble, or are you tryin’ to con us? First you say you ain’t never heard of us, now you don’t know what year you’re in. You’ve either had some serious bang on the head, or you’re lyin. You look just like me, you’re a gunsel, so’s he, those two dolls are datin’ each other. You ain’t from ‘round here, clearly.” Even Mon-El, as confused as he seems to be, looks like he understands the severity of the situation they’re in right now. Kara could easily save them all, but this guy is still him.

For some godforsaken reason, Winn steps forward, and both guns switch towards him within a second. Dear God, these two must be trained. “I swear, we don’t know what’s going on. We were in National City and now- where are we?”

Bonnie looks like she’s never heard of National City, and Clyde is sticking to his permanent facial expression of amusement. “You’re in Texas,” the woman says, her gun steady, not a single tremor. Neither of them seem even slightly scared. They’re experts at this.

Lena, Mon-El and Winn turn to Kara, and she looks more surprised than everyone else combined. “I must have flown really, really fast.”

#monwinn #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #winn schott #mon el #bonnie and clyde #{ molly writes }

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