overwatch x reader

Ana x female reader

You were exhausted; you had been chasing your little bundle of energy around the living room for what seemed like forever as she was just jumping all over the place. It was her bedtime and you were trying to get her back into bed for what seemed like the fifth time tonight.

You were on your last leg when you finally saw an opportunity. When she was leaping between the couch to the loveseat, you grabbed her in mid-flight and threw her over your shoulder, making a triumphant march to her bedroom.

"Come on Pharah, you know it's time for bed," you huffed.

"But mom!" She whined as she kicked your back. She was quite strong for her size, probably due to the serum in Ana system that somehow passed onto her.

"You're restless like your mother". At the instant you mentioned her mother; she perked up and asked you the question that you feared since Ana left for her current mission.

"When's mummy coming back?"

"I don't know," you sighed. It was hard to tell anymore; she couldn't tell you much but only that it was serious and that she would return home as soon as possible. Your mind was swimming in deep thought as you made your way down the hall and into the light red bedroom. You sat Pharah down on the side of the bed, fixing a few brown hairs that got loose in her latest tussle.

"So," You sharply rose, putting your hands on your hips, "What's it gonna take to get you to stay in bed?" She didn't need long to think about it.

"A song!"

"Really? A song?" You raised an eyebrow at the silly request.

"Yup," she grinned, flashing those pearly white with a canine missing from its spot since that "accident" last weekend, "The one grandma used to sing to you."

"Oh, you mean Sweet angel?" That was the song your mother use to sing to you; whenever you felt sad or angry, she would hold you in her arms and warble its sweet melody as she rocked you back and forth till the feeling went away.

"Mmmhmm!" She hummed in delight.

"Ok." You figured why not. So you passed on the tradition, holding her and rocking her to the beat of the song.

Oh Sweet angel come on and dance with me

Come on, come on, come on and dance with me

Oh Sweet angel won't you be my girl

Won't you, won't you, won't you be my girl

I went to a dance just the other night

I saw a girl there she was lookin' alright

I asked my friends about who she could be

They don't know much about her but they call her Sweet angel

You watched as Pharah tiny brown orbs closed as she nuzzled into you, burying her face against your warmth. You held her tighter, embracing the tender moment between mother and daughter as you continued the tune.

Oh Sweet angel I love you can't you see

Love you, love you, love you can't you see

Oh Sweet angel won't you be my girl

Won't you, won't you, won't you be my girl

"You'll always be my little sweet angel," you kissed the small child on the forehead and tucked her into bed. You stroked her rosy cheeks, waiting for sleep to take her through the night.

"I love you, mommy," the petite child mumbled from beneath the bed sheets.

"Love you too," you whispered, not wanting to ruin your effort, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." That was all she said before she sighed and cuddled in the warm blanket, letting Morpheus take her hand in turn and dream her simple dreams till the dawn. You got up and made your way to your own bedroom when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around you.

"Ana?" You question was met with a simple hum, confirming the woman's identity.

"You did a good job of tucking Pharah into bed," she smirked as she buried herself in your hair, as if trying to remember your scent, a simple mixture of perfume and sweat.

"For once I could," you giggled, thinking about every other attempt to get her to sleep. She spun you around until you were facing her and pulled you into a long-awaited kiss. She took her time but had to part to get some much needed air.

"I missed you, (y/n)," she murmured as she rested her forehead against your.

"I missed you too, Ana."

The both of you then headed to bed, delighted that tonight neither of you would be alone.

Just her and her girl, her darling sweet angel.