SeraphimSpirits

Okay, so this is a message to everyone that reads my Overwatch oneshots. I'm aware that not all of you enjoy being given names, which is why I changed that in my later chapters. So please, cease from telling me what I already know. Thank you.

SeraphimSpirits

Okay, so this is a message to everyone that reads my Overwatch oneshots. I'm aware that not all of you enjoy being given names, which is why I changed that in my later chapters. So please, cease from telling me what I already know. Thank you.

HehLookinGood

*leans against virtual wall*
          So.... I read your bio, I saw you like Red vs. Blue
          ....
          
          Who's....
          (∩ ͠°ᗜ °)⊃━☆ﾟ.* Your favorite character?

SeraphimSpirits

Oh gee....oh geez...I mEAN YAH CANT HAVE JUST ONE
            Favorite Merc is Locus
            Favorite Freelancer is North 
            Favorite Blue has got to be my boy Tucker
            Thennnnn my favorite red is Simmons! 
            
            What about you?
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SeraphimSpirits

	"Reinhardt, you mustn't do that." Scarlett said as she grabbed herself a cup of hot cocoa, her body covered with a fairly large sweater. Reinhardt chuckled lowly as he held one of Torbjorn's children. They were smiling and laughing as he swung them around the room.
          	"It is okay, meine liebe rot, they're perfectly fine in my arms!" He said as he flew them around the room, almost like an airplane.
          	"Well, you're going to have to explain what happened when they're on the floor crying because 'Uncle Reinhardt' dropped them." Brigitte retorted, sipping on her own drink as she sat down. Reinhardt stopped swinging the child and looked at both women, then his eyebrows scrunched together.
          	"Do you not trust me with children?" He asked with an obvious sarcastic tone, trying to sound hurt by them. Brigitte laughed and Scarlett could only smirk.
          	"We'd just like for you to sit down and read to the other children." Scarlett explained as she motioned toward the fairly big chair, more than likely designed for Reinhardt himself. 
          
          	The large German man gave out a chuckle once more as he set the delicate child down, then watched as they went to go get their brothers and sisters. Scarlett handed him a cup of cocoa before returning to her place next to the tree. 
          	"Well klein teulfels, let us read a childhood favorite of mine."
          	
          	"How the Grinch stole Christmas."
          
          	//Wanted to type up something for you guys to read for Christmas(For those who celebrate it) I won't be on for a few days until after Christmas so I'll just leave this here. See you guys! :D