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Overwatch Imagines

Overwatch Imagines

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Fanfic
Overwatch
These are either imagines I've had the urge to randomly write or that were requested of me to write. Most of these will be fluff, but if you'd like to see some angst or smut feel free to leave a comment.
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(Note: This story may contain mature content such as mentions of sexual topics, emotional trauma, manipulation, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!} ---------------------- War. It's always happening, only taking long pauses. You're a top agent for Overwatch. It's not the highest of highs, but it's definantly not low. One day, you were commanded by your higher up to stop an attack from Null Sector happening in Kings Row. Of course, you accepted. Arriving there, you notice that there's barely even a fight happening, only a couple of casualties, but none dead. You investigate, eventually finding a wounded omnic getting harassed and assaulted by several humans. But the omnic in question was a surprise. ...A ravenger? ------------------------------------------- Here you are. Now on the ground in pain, cowering at the one person you love. Everything sucks. But he was the only one that understood you. You groan at the pain, looking up at his metallic body. He flexes his arm back, threatening to throw one more punch to finish you off. "I... I..." ------------------------ I do not own anything in this story, other than the story itself. You belong to you. Cover by https://twitter.com/Jam_Star135/status/1628098229060669440

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