It's been months since I left talon, I am constantly on the run. I had once thought that I could finally feel, alive, through taking the lives of others. I was wrong. I can not feel, not really. Why am I like this? Who am I? Who is anyone? Maybe one day I'll understand, but until then, I hide.
Pretty self explanatory title. I saw a lot of fanfictions on overwatch and I thought why not give it a try. (this is my first fanfiction btw) Requests now applicable
Lena Oxton, call sign Tracer, was good at making bad decisions. She was also good at two digit multiplication, making an omelet, and finishing a season of television in one night. She was also good at finding light in a literal mindless murderer- and good at trying to get her good too (or so she thinks). All illustrat...
You are just a girl that lives in London in a small apartment flat by yourself. You go around occasionally looking for talon members and criminals to practice your sniping skills on. You're hoping to get noticed and possibly asked to join overwatch but you've been quite unlucky lately. But the day of Mondattas speech...
Read the title! It says it all!! . . . . To all who don't get it... This is about a hardworking Swiss doctor falling in love with a brave miserable young Egyptian girl. Both of them are from a task force called Overwatch. They protect the innocent people from wars, terrorism and omnic crisis.
pffffft i ship it SHIP IT.....i just gonna post all the ships. And then some comic IF YOU DONT WANNA GO ON WATT PAD AND LOOK AT IT GO ON TUMBLR OR IMGUR
After some recovering Widowmaker accepts Tracer's request to visit her home. (Artist source:Fartsy-Sloth on Tumblr)
This story is Obviously an overwatch ship and it was very requested to me a while ago and I never got around to it. So enjoy.
