Overwatch characters x male reader

Reader x Widowmaker

Not requested by anyone, I just wanted to write out of my comfort zone.

Love was something I always had for her. I gave her my everything, because she was my world.

"Hey Amélie!"

"Hmm? Oh, Hello (y/n), how are you today?"

"I'm good, just wanting to check up on you and see if you want to go to that cute cafe down the street."

"Is that so? That's very sweet of you. I have about an hour before my ballet class, we can go now if you want."

"I'd like that."

We walk next to each other as we go to the cafe. A huge smile on my face and a light blush dusted my cheeks. This has to be the best day ever.

In my book of life, she was an entire chapter, every detail written as if it was her story, not mine.

"Hey Amélie! I got your favorite flowers!"

"Oh! Thank you, these are wonderful, where did you get these in such short notice? I thought the shops were closed?"

Rubbing the back of my neck I nervously laugh.

"Oh you, you know. I got them a bit before your recital. I got off work earlier than I thought so I went to the store and bought them."

"You have to be the sweetest friend I've ever had (y/n) thank you."

Amélie hugs me and I hug her back, I hope she can't hear my heat beating a million miles a second.

"It's no problem, I'll always be their for you."

Because I love you

I was young and dumb as I went to get heaven for her. I went to go give her the final promise of my love, but I was too late.

"Hey Amélie, I have something to tell you."

"Hey (y/n) can I tell you something?"

We look at each other and laugh.

"You can say it first Amélie."

"Ok well you know how I said I had my eye on a certain someone? Well he finally asked me out! Isn't that great (y/n)? Gerard and I are now an official couple! I'm so happy I could scream!"

My breath hitched in my through as I felt my world crumble. I make a fake smile as look at Amélie's happy face. She's happy, that's all that matters right now.

"That amazing Amélie, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you (y/n). Don't worry we'll still hang out together, Gerard isn't going to keep me away from my best friend."

"Heh I'm glad."

Amélie hugs me and I hesitatingly hug back. My eyes sting with tears I won't let fall. I can't cry, not when she's at her happiest.

She was in the arms of another, as they shared a passionate kiss.

"And do you Amélie, take Gerard to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"If there is anyone who thinks these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

My mind was screaming at me to yell out I object, and how much I love Amélie. To scream to the heavens that I can be everything and more for her. To let her know that I wanted to be with her for years, even before she became a ballet dancer. But I hold my tongue as I look at the happy couple. She's smiling and looking into his eyes with love.

"I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

I close my eyes as I see her head lean toward his. My stung as I try to hold back my tears again. It hurts, and I feel like my everything has been shattered. I don't stay for the cutting of the cake as my heart could only take so much.

I hold the ring to my chest as I let my emotions take me away. I felt numb. I went off and lived my life as if I never loved her but everyday my heart breaks a bit more.

I grab my suitcase as I give my key to my landlord. I'm going to miss this place but this is for the best. I'm barely ten feet from the door when I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around and look into the eyes of the last person I wanted to see.

"Hey (y/n). Where are you going? I thought we were going to our cafe?"

I looked at my phone to see that I was in fact late for mine and Amélie's usual hangout. I rub the back of my neck as I look into her happy eyes.

"Oh yeah, about that. I'm, how do I say this."

"Say what (y/n)?"

She puts her hand on my shoulder as I feel tears sting my eyes. I don't cry as my heart starts to break.

"I'm... I'm leaving France."

"Leaving?! But why?!"

Her honest confusion and fear make my decision so much harder, but I need to go through with this. I can't keep living like this.

"I got a great job opportunity in America, and I've been thinking. If I stay here then I'll never be able to better myself. I need to take every opportunity I get before I become a mime on the street haha."

I try to lighten the moon but my joke only makes this more awkward.

"I guess. Well, when can I see you again?"

"I'm going to try to come back during the holidays to spend with my parents, and if I get the chance, I'll go and vis it you and Gerard, ok?"

"Ok. I'll miss you (y/n)."

We hug as I feel her squeeze me as if I'd disappear when she let go, but I try not to hug as fiercely in fear that I won't go if I do.

Now she's in my reach but it was never meant to be.

We let go as I give a small wave. I try to walk away but what she said made my entire body go numb.

"Oh and (y/n), it was never Gerard I wanted to be the groom at my wedding. I wanted the man who's always been there for me, I just never thought you loved me."

I finally let the tears I've been holding for all these years let go, but I don't turn around. My heart hurts so much as I start walking again.

"Goodbye Amélie."

I don't even try to look at her as my walking becomes running to the airport. I didn't want her to see me at my weakest and I didn't want to see what face she was making when she confessed.

The one I loved is gone, as I'll forever break as I fall for the one who would never love me.

It's been years since then and I've changed. I became a heartless mercenary after I got a lot of money for an "accidental" death I helped in. After a few short months of successful "accidents" I started to work for this organization called Talon. Dumbass people but we all have the same goal so we suck it up to work with each other.

"Everyone this is our new recruit, Baal. He's going to be our new defensive recruit. Baal, this is everyone."

I don't say anything as I scan the room. Just a bunch of wannabe killers nothing I haven't already seen. I don't even shake the hands of the girl in the purple suit as I walk to my quarters.

"(Y-y/n)? Is that you?"

I stop and look behind me and see her. Widowmaker. How does she know my real name and why does she have such a look of confusion in her eyes. I don't really care as I tell her the truth.

"(Y/n) is dead. All that remains is a shell of who he once was."

"I see. Never mind then."

I walk away but not before I see tears run down Widowmakers cheeks. It doesn't bother me, some people just can't stop living in the past.

It was never meant to be, but why does it hurt so much to forget, why does it take a life time and more to numb the feelings that never truly leave.