Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Angela Ziegler- Witch (a)

"I look ridiculous!" She falsely proclaimed, lying the pointed hat atop her golden hair and tugging at the top of her stockings, which had drifted slightly down her leg.

"You do not look ridiculous, you look amazing! You'll be the most beautiful witch at the ball." Her eyes narrowed into a slightly annoyed brow. "Stop being so serious, it is Halloween after all. Lighten up."

"Sorry..." She replied, looking more relaxed already. "So really, how do you think I look?" Her hands traced her figure as she looked herself up and down in the mirror.

"Like the cutest little Swiss necromancer, I have ever seen." Her cheeks turned an ever so slight tinge of rose.

"Oh, shut up!" She tried to hide her blush behind the bristles of her broom.

"Why, what are you going to do? Turn me into a frog?!" She did not seem amused at your quip.

"Well I was planning on doing something that might actually make a difference, but if you only wanted to be turned green I could do that. Besides Mr. Critical, where is your costume?"

"I decided not to wear one, couldn't find one that fit right."

"No. Nope. Not buying that rubbish. Even Jack is wearing a costume. Even. Jack. Get your booty in the car right this second we are going costume shopping!" She struck one hand on her hip and with the other wagged her finger at you like a strict teacher.

"No! I just don't want to wear a costume okay?!?" She reeled back at your regrettable snap. "I'm sorry..." Your head fell with shame.

"It's okay... What is so bad about wearing a costume? You made an adorable... Uumm... Terrifying Dracula."

"I'm too fat to wear a costume... What are people gonna think when they see super cute, super-hot witch walking through the party with a dumpy whatever."

"Well, they're gonna think look at that couple having a fun time doing stupid shit in costume because they know better than to think anybody at this party is actually sober enough to think anything." Her comment managed to make a small chuckle escape your lips and slightly lighten your mood. "Reinhardt is there, I don't think you will be allowed in if you haven't had at least half of your body weight in German ale. Even if there was some miracle and everybody wasn't off their face, nobody would care if you are a little tubby. It is Halloween... You have just as much right as everybody else to dress up and have a good time so come on... Will you be my creature of the night?"

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Written by Aaron.