Overles: Lesbian Overwatch FanFIction

Widowmaker 1

I caught her out of the corner of my eye. The cold winter air barely fogging her breath as she walked. Her skin was a light lavender and her hair went to her waist in a sleek dark ponytail. I saw her at the bus stop, standing, alone. I walked over, tired of waiting, and sat down awkwardly. She made no sign of noticing me and stuck her hands in her pockets. I moved around on the bench trying to get comfortable, loudly shuffling. The tall girl sighed and sat down next to me quietly. "Imbecile..." she muttered quietly, "Why must everyone be such idiots..." I tried not to look hurt and sat up, looking away. She scoffed and shook her head. I curled up and hugged my knees to my chest. The bus came and I got on quickly, sitting down quickly in the only empty seat. The girl got on and people gave her looks of scorn and disapproval. They blocked her when she tried to sit. I was looking out the window and soon people started to yell. I looked and the girl's frustrated expression changed to one of disapointment in herself. I raised my hand. "You can sit here!" I shouted, calling her over. She made her way to me and sat down. She pulled her scarf over her mouth and looked away. "Thank you Cherie..." the girl said quietly.
"Oh you dont have to thank me.... Or be so sweet... It's common courtesy..."
"Not for someone like me..."
I shrugged. "Whatever.... You're not horrible..."
"I don't need compliments from you..."
"I take it back then... You're worse than a murderer..."
"You're not too far off..." I look at her and she grins at me evily. I sweat a bit, slightly panicked.
"I-I'm not scared..." The girl's grin turns into a teasing little smile.
"I didn't say anything". I looked out the window, blushing hard and hiding my face. As the bus pulled up to my stop, the gurl stood. I stood as well and she looked down at me. She started to leave quickly, walking up to my apartment building. As I moved closer slowly, she started to mutter. "Files de pute..." she groaned. I slid in front of her and she looked at me furiously. I unlocked the door and held it for her, her expression fading to one of embarrassment, though she didn't blush. "Merci..." she said, looking down.
"Your welcome," I sighed, giving up on trying to read this girl.
"Would you like to come over to my apartment after this? I am fairly new here".
"Um, sure I guess. I don't know what we'd do".
"I have a bit of wine if you'd like to partake, we could watch a movie as well".
"Yeah of course! I'm Tori". I stuck out my hand for a handshake and she grabbed my arm, pinning it behind my back. I quietly muttered ow repeatedly and she let go, looking even more embarrassed. "I'm very sorry madame... It was but an instinct..."
I held my arm, tearing up a bit. She held it gently, taking off her gloves and softly running her fingers ober my arm. "I must apologize... I am such and idiot..." She let go and held her hand in front of you.
"I-it's okay..." I said, crying a bit.
"I am Amelie LaCroix, a veteran of an... Organization". My eyes widened as I recognized the name.
"You were an assassin..." I said, stepping back.
"Yes... I do admit what I did was wrong... But I am changing... Please don't treat me like everyone else does... I'm really changing..." I looked at her. There was pain in her eyes.
"I trust you..." Amelie's eyes brightened and she smiled a slight bit.  "Merci Cherie..." I blushed and she giggled. She walked and I followed her. "Come here when your ready, you don't want to stay in your work clothes do you?" I looked down and she giggled again. I went to change, grinning.
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I knocked on the door wearing more formal clothes. A black dress and nicer sandals. Should be fine, I said with a nervous smile plastered on my face. Amelie opened the door wearing a similar black dress. When she saw me her eyes widened as I blushed. "You look lovely Cherie... D-do come in". She stuttered prominentally and walked inside. The room was dimly lit with a few candles and the TV being to only source of light. Wine and two glasses sat on the glass coffee table and the room was altogether quite neat. She sat down on the couch and quietly waved me over. I took off my sandals, tripping over the other shoes, and made my way to the couch, blushing. Amelie giggled and I sat down silently.
"Parlez-vous français?" she asked quietly.
"Juste un peu," I answered, giggling. Amelie giggled as well, pouring a glass of wine for herself. I blushed, hoping my limited French would get me through the night. She turned on the TV and quietly sipped wine. I poured myself some and tasted it, frowning a bit.
"Pas votre goût?" she asked, a little upset.
"Non eh... I haven't had it in a while".
"You seem more well versed in English eh ma douce?"
"I don't know what you just said I can tell you that." Amelie smiled and got up, shortly after bringing back a white wine.
"Here ma bel... Try this one". I finished the little I had beforehand and poured the new one. I tried it and smiled. "Perfect".
"Thank you, I try to stay diverse". She smiled at me and leaned against me. I blushed harder and she leaned her head on my shoulder. "Je pense que vous êtes mon goût, non?"
"Uh, I guess?" I had only caught a few words but she simply grinned and kissed me on the cheek. She left a big purple lipstick mark and smiled, putting her arm around me. I smiled and turned warm before she snatched the wine out of my hand. "Hey!"
She giggled and held it in front of my face. "Vous allez être amusant," she said, taking a sip of my wine. I tried to take it back and she pulled it away. "No no Cherie, allow me". She held it up to my lips and I started to take sips. "I've never had a pet before," Amelie chuckled.
"Don't say that..." I stopped and blushed, curling up and hugging my knees to my chest. She hugged me and smiled, kissing me on the other cheek.  I blushed harder. "I think you're gonna be a great partner," Amelie whispered.

A.N.
This is just a thanks to TeamRocket000 because you're the first person to actually read my stuff. Widowmaker seemed like a favorite of yours and I hope I'm not being too weird for being this excited.