Overwatch and you

Widowmaker x Reader : both

Amélie was walking around the party dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress. Right by her was her love and now husband Gérard Lacroix. The wedding was beautiful and people had cried tears of happiness. Yet you felt a small stab in you heart each time you saw Amélie in that white wedding dress.The two of you had been friends from young age so it was only natural that you had been invited and was supposed to wish her happiness and you did wish her happiness...Even if your chest hurt and the tears that was in the corner of your eye were not only tears of joy.

Amélie was your closest friend. During your childhood had the two of you almost been inseparable. The good relationship between the two of you had continued into adulthood and she often came to visit you and hang out.There was no doubt in your mind that she was oblivious about your true feelings for her. It had only been your feelings that had grown stronger with time. You had remained the close childhood friend in her eyes.When she had told you about Gérard Lacroix had you only been able watch as she fell in love. And when she told her about the proposal had you only been able to give her a weak smile and a flat sounding congratulation.
But you attended her wedding, after all you had promised to always be there for her. Even if it almost killed you to see her in the white wedding dress. You left the wedding as fast as you could without seeming disrespectful.
Little did you know that was the last time you saw Amélie as you left the smiling bride behind together with her groom to continue the celebration.

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Years went by and you heard terrible rumours about her and her husband's fate. Some said that she had betrayed her husband and murdered him in cold blood. A few people whispered about how she had been tortured, brainwashed and used like a tool.The latter was sadly the only alternative that sounded true in your ears. You knew Amélie, She would never hurt someone she loved. You had tried to dig for more information but each time hit a dead end.
Overwatch that you once admired had turned into something you despised. How could they let that happen to Amélie. Amélie who had dedicated her love and soul to that organization and her husband. Only to end up targeted and unprotected, forgotten and in some cases even hated. It was your hatred toward the organisation that had leaded you to Talon.
It had not been easy to get in as you had some Overwatch contacts, but you had managed somehow.You had been surprised when that guy named Reaper had stepped forward and vouched for you. There was something familiar about him but you could not really put your finger on it. You had shaken off that feeling and focused only on your work.

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Widowmaker walked the corridors in the Talon base. Her mission was over and she had been granted some time on her own. She never knew what to do when there was no work. She felt like a walking empty shell waiting for a chance to pull the trigger and feel anything yet again. She tried to picture her last mission, how the bullet hit the mark but it just did not affect her anymore. Perhaps if she tried to remember how the target's eyes had widened in surprise. Or how the mouth had formed a surprised o before dying.A voice brought her back from her thoughts. Something about the voice made it feel like an itch in her. As if something was trying to scratch its way out. Her legs started to walk towards the voice. Her boots clicked against the floor and she felt something strange in her. Something akin to anticipation.

You looked up as you heard the sounds of high heels approach you from behind. The person you had been talked to suddenly excused himself and quickly walked away. It was as if he was afraid of the owner of those heels. You turned around a curious to see who it was. Who would walk around in high-heels in these empty and echoing corridors?
You almost dropped the papers you held in your hand. The woman in front of you looked so much like Amélie. Only her skin was blue and the eyes were cold and empty.

"Amélie?" You asked before you could stop yourself.

You thought you saw her flinch at the sound of that name but the woman stood still and unmoving with a cold unchanging face.

"Widowmaker. Amélie is dead."

You almost gasped, that was Amélie's voice. Widowmaker walked away before you were able to even breathe out. You did not dare to call out for her so you just watched as she yet again left you behind.

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After that encounter did you try your best to always be around her. Try to observe and come to know her yet again. This Widowmaker was so much colder and crueller than the Amélie you once knew. But sometimes you saw echoes of the old Amélie in her. Like how she still had her elegance but now it was something cold over it. Or how she sometimes seemed to take a dance step instead of a normal one. Her smile was almost the same, only that it never were her eyes that smiled and just the lips.
At first had you wondered if you feelings would die out now when Amélie had changes so much. But they had somehow only got stronger. You loved her as Widowmaker too, you loved both of them.
You did your best to always be open and warm towards her. But you moved carefully and slowly knowing that if you rush things she would probably leave for good this time. You had lost Amélie twice so you did not plan to loose Widowmaker.

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Widowmaker herself did not know what to do or how to act with you around her. There was something inside of her that was trying to come out. First it was like something scratching. But lastly it had increased and it felt like something was clawing in her. She knew it only happen around you but she could for some reason not walk away.
Sometimes memories would leak out from the darkness in her mind and she saw a bright past. You and ... and was it her? Was the woman beside you her? No, that could not be. The woman in the memories smiled happily with both eyes and lips. The both of you always looked so happy together. The one in the memories was Amélie and she was not Widowmaker. She felt a strange feeling in her chest as she thought that the one you really wanted to speak to was probably Amélie and not Widowmaker.
Amélie had been a kind human, a normal human who was able to smile and love....and live her life until that day she turned into Widowmaker.
She found herself wondering if Widowmaker even was human anymore. She saw something glimmer in the corner of her eye; it was a small razor blade. Widowmaker bent down and picked up the small blade, it felt oddly warm against her cold skin.
She held a blade in her hand and pressed it against her wrist gently. It would be so easy to cut. To see if she still bleed red, to see if she still was human. She held up the blade against the light and looked at the cold steel.
But was red blood enough? Did it prove anything at all? Even if it did why would she be allowed to find something similar to happiness. After everything she had done. And what said that she could not end up repeating her actions. It would be for the best if she just walked away from you and never turned back. But somehow the thought of doing so left an echoing pain in her and something inside of her begged her to not do so.

You walked down a corridor and speed up when you saw Widowmaker stand at the end of a corridor. She stood in front of a window and it looked like she bathed in light. Her black and glossy hair was lose from its normal high ponytail and fell down her shoulders and covered her back. Your eyes widened when you saw what she held in her. Your body reacted before your mind and your hand slapped the blade away from her.
She dived after the small blade and slumped down on the floor. She held onto the blade as if it was her only lifeline.

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?! " Your voice was louder than usual and had an angry clang to it. But you did not have time to worry about it.

"Tell me how could I be allowed to be close to you. Look at me I'm a monster lurking in the shadows. " Widowmaker said coldly without standing up.

If she could cry she would do it but her body did not allow her to. Instead she was glaring at you with a furious stare.

" Let me be, leave me. Don't try to drag me out from my darkness with your warm light. It's not even me you want to be close to. I'm no longer Amélie and never will be. SHE IS THE ONE YOU WANT. "

It felt like your heart started to bleed when you heard her words. You bent down and carefully placed your hand on her shoulder.

" I'm here, I'm not turning away from you. I love everything about you, both Amélie and Widowmaker. " You said as you slowly embraced her.

She felt something in her chest crack like ice on a lake when your words reached her. There were feelings inside of her, something different than the spitefulness and gloat she felt during a kill. These feelings were warm and light. She realized it was relief and happiness. The blade fell from her hands as she returned your embrace.