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Chapter two You slowly sit up, trying to clear your eyes.  After getting back to the base and handing the child off to Mercy, she tried to fix your open wounds as best she could, but the problem was, due to your hypersensitivity, she had to sedate you.  You feel everything slowly stretching, and you crack you neck.  You don’t even remember leaving the room.  You look around and go to reach for your phone, but it’s not there. “What the... D.va, Tracer... if either of you took my phone, I swear to god, you really better hope you are faster than me.”  You stand up and quickly grab a shirt and your jacket, before seeking

Chapter 1 On a rooftop in Kings Row, a lone man lays near the edge of the roof, resting his head on his hands.  Next to him, is a high powered compact rifle, and a few knives.  He just stares at the statue of Tekhartha Mondatta, a preacher who stood up for the Omnics.  As he does, the ear piece he has goes off. “Hey, rookie.  We need some help here.  We’ve got some restless people.  Think you can stun them?”  The rookie doesn’t answer as he picks up his rifle.  He adjusts the scope and loads a bullet, before taking aim at an Omnic rioter.  He pulls the trigger and it meets it’s mark as the rioter falls to the

It was dark. When light is shown his eyes recoil in distaste. He blinks unwanted tears away that well up without his permission. The light bombards his vision and for a moment he lays there on the fabric below him with barely any awareness of his surroundings. He's just focusing on his eyes, blinking more than he'd like, before they finally decide to adjust to his new conditions. 'Where?' The only thought that runs through his mind is a question of where he is. With little to no awareness on his surroundings his eyes finally decide to adjust to the light. He is relieved when he can see again and he makes a move to sit up to get a good look

“Nerf this!” the MECHA user said playfully as she took down her enemies. “Hana! Focus! You’ve got more headed your way!” a male voice warned over her headset. “Yeah yeah I know (y/n)! Geez!” If there was on thing (y/n) was known for, it was how strict he could be towards his comrades despite his young age of twenty. It made sense though, he was the son of the infamous Jack Morrison, aka: Solider 76. Though they weren’t biologically related, during a mission, 76 found himself outnumbered, and sixteen-year-old (y/n) happened to be wandering by when he caught sight of the commander’s trou

Mercy X Reader You two had met when you first joined overwatch, being more of a frontline fighter, you knew nothing of first aid. Basic overwatch training includes basic first aid, so being the top doctor naturally she was the one to teach you. And your relationship blossomed from there. Now you two were on the frontlines, fighting, with who else than talon, for a critical stronghold in Eichenwald. You, Mercy, Reinhardt, Pharah, tracer and, Dva. "Pharah, give us covering fire!" You screaming your comm above the hail of bullets. "10-4" she replies. You hear the all to familiar sound of her jumppack as she springs up into the air. She starts f

AN: This was an idea from or request from…..I don’t remember. Either way, credit for idea goes to them. About You: You are the son of Reinhardt Wilhelm. Like your father, you are a German solider, Crusader, and Overwatch agent. You are quite strong like him too, but don’t have a height. (Reinhardt is 7’4, while you are 6’4, about a foot difference I guess. XD) You also uphold the same code of valor as him. During your service in Overwatch, during the crises, you met Angela Ziegler Aka, Mercy. The pair of you got along well, and even despite you being reckless, more so then your dad, Angela found you charming. Co

Reader P.O.V Just a minute ago I was sitting quietly on my balcony by myself, enjoying the night air as I looked down and at the city of Numbani, the great city spanned blow me shining like a sea of gold, but now there was another beauty standing before me, the infamous assassin Widowmaker. Although some people would probably call me strange for thinking a tall, blue skinned woman who was pointing a rifle at my chest as beautiful. She stood on the ledge in front of me silently, hiding some of her face behind the weapon, her blue skin blended her perfectly with the night sky behind her and her golden eyes shone like stars. My heart was eerily

 Nyo France x Male Reader One-Shot Hetalia From an outsiders point of view, Francine Bonnefoy had it all; wealth, power, and an ideology that she had spread across Europe. Nation after nation fell to her power, and a grin could be seen on her face as the powers of Europe fell to her revolution. Though, behind the scenes things were different. A certain male, specifically the personification of [Country name], was ever-present in her mind. His smile, his [Colour] eyes, and his friendship were just a few of the qualities she missed when he left. His ability to always propel her out of even the darkest situations, and without him Francine b

 Nyo! Romano x Male Reader One-Shot Hetalia "You may now KISS the bride!" The priest exclaimed with happiness and excitement in his voice. This was the happiest day of your life; not only because you were marrying the girl who you loved from the moment you met her, but because you proved all the doubters wrong and showed them that opposites DO, in fact, attract. All of those lesons that Isabel and Felicia had taught you about Lovina had finally paid off. Speaking of Lovina, all blood seemed to rush to her cheeks as her lip trembled and she turned away, completely embarrassed. She swallowed hard, "N-No!" she said, "not in public..." Th

 Nyo Spain x Male Reader One-Shot Hetalia Slowly and steadily, you made your way up the steps that lead to your girlfriend's front door. Three knocks, and around 10 seconds, later you heard footsteps approaching the door and it was then opened, revealing Isabel standing there with an expression that said she was shocked to see you. That shock, however, quickly turned into worry as she got a better look at the scene in front of her. A single tear made its way down your face as your lip quivered ever so slightly, your shirt had many red tomato stains all over, the eye that the tear originated from looked swollen and bruised, but what shock