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Still Yours

Lena Oxton (Tracer) x Reader

Second-person POV | Fluff, intimacy, emotional vulnerability, post-mission comfort

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The lock clicks just past midnight. It’s a soft sound, one that normally wouldn’t wake you—but you weren’t asleep anyway. You’d given up on pretending an hour ago.

The door creaks open, letting in a sliver of hallway light, and in steps Lena.

She’s silhouetted there for a beat, just long enough for your chest to tighten. Her posture is a little slouched, the strap of her jacket half-off her shoulder, boots scuffed with dust and something darker. Her hair’s a windblown mess, goggles still pushed up on her forehead, but her eyes… her eyes find you in the dark like they always do.

“Hey, love.” Her voice is soft, almost unsure.

You set the remote down. “You’re late.”

A sheepish smile flickers across her lips as she drops her bag to the floor. “Yeah… Sorry. Mission got messy.”

She takes off her boots and shrugs off her jacket, slower than usual. You notice the stiffness in her movements, the way her shoulders stay tight even now that she’s safe.

When she reaches you, you don’t wait. You open your arms, and she folds into them like gravity was pulling her there. Lena buries her face in the crook of your neck, and all the tension in her finally begins to unravel. You feel her chest rise and fall against yours, a little too fast, like she’s still coming down from something.

“Lena…” you whisper, running your fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. “You’re shaking.”

She doesn’t lift her head. Just breathes you in like she’s not sure she’s really here.

“Got separated from the squad” she says after a long silence. “Chronal pulse shorted out mid-jump. I was stuck behind enemy lines for a bit.”

Your heart stutters.

“They didn’t catch me” she adds quickly. “I was fast. But I had to hide. And I… I kept thinking about you. About this. About whether I’d make it back.”

She pulls away enough to look at you, eyes rimmed with exhaustion but sharp with emotion.

“I don’t want to be dramatic, yeah? But it scared me. More than I thought it would.”

You cup her cheek, guiding her gaze back to yours. “You’re not being dramatic. You’re being real. You scared me too.”

That breaks something small in her. She leans in again, and her lips press against yours—not rushed, not hungry, but deep. Like she’s pouring everything into it: fear, relief, love. Like she needs to memorize the feel of your mouth to carry it into battle next time.

You shift to make room on the couch, pulling her down with you, both of you sliding under the blanket as her arms tighten around your waist.

Lena hums softly, eyes already starting to close as she nestles into your side, her head resting on your chest. You run your hand in slow circles over her back, and the quiet thrum of her chronal accelerator hums faintly between your bodies like a heartbeat that doesn’t belong to either of you but ties you both together all the same.

“I missed you” she murmurs, barely audible.

“I missed you more,” you reply, brushing your lips over her hairline.

She doesn’t respond, not with words. But her fingers tighten on your shirt, and her breathing finally slows, syncing with yours.

Outside, the world keeps spinning. Missions will come. Chaos will return. But right now, in this small, silent corner of the night, Lena is home.

And she’s still yours.

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Fellow Overwatch fans,

We’ve all been waiting for Blizzard to make a show about Overwatch, and it’s gotten me thinking, why don’t we just come together as a community and write a show ourselves? Nothings stopping us. We need to stop waiting around and do something. Take action. Repost this to boost engagement and together I know we can make this possible.

Nothings going to happen unless we make it happen.

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Gaming Struggles

In which you attempt to teach your girlfriend how to play video games

I got this idea when I found out she’s apparently not too good at video games.

You don’t know how it came to this

Actually, that’s a lie. You do know how it came to this.

Lena had been curled up against you on the couch, warm and buzzing with that endless energy of hers, when she spotted your controller on the table and said, “Y’know, I’ve never been much good at these things.”

And because you love her—because you are an idiot in love—you said, “I can teach you.”

Which is how you’ve ended up here, an hour later, watching the supposed “love of your life” slam her character into the same wall for the seventh time.

“Lena.”

“I’ve got it, love, I swear—”

The camera swings wildly, the character stutters backward, then immediately falls off the edge of the map. Again.

Lena groans, flopping onto your lap dramatically. “Why is this harder than flyin’ a bloody plane?”

You sigh, resting your hand in her hair, idly twirling a strand around your finger. “Because you have to move and look around at the same time.”

She lifts her head just enough to squint up at you. “At the same time?”

“Yes?”

She groans again, burying her face against your stomach. “Nah, that’s criminal, that is.”

You laugh, tracing absentminded patterns along her back. “C’mon, babe. I believe in you.”

She lifts her head, grinning. “That’s ‘cause you’re in love with me.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the warmth creeping up your face. “Unfortunately.”

She gasps in mock offense, tackling you back onto the couch, controller forgotten. “Oi! Take that back!”

You’re laughing now, trying (and failing) to wrestle her off. “Not until you learn how to use the right stick properly!”

She groans dramatically, flopping on top of you with a heavy sigh. “Guess we’re gonna be here a while, then.”

Yeah. You figured as much.

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More text convo ideas I got for reader x Lena

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Distraction

(Lena Oxton x Fem Reader)

Summary: Your work has been stressing you out and you can’t take it anymore, but you not alone, you never are. Because Lena’s always there to help.

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You sit at your desk, staring blankly at the screen. The weight of your workload presses down on you—deadlines, expectations, the feeling that no matter how hard you try, it’s never enough. Your hands tremble slightly as you rub your temples, trying to hold yourself together.

And, god, you’re so tired.

Somewhere in the distance, you hear Lena moving around in the kitchen, humming some song off-key. The smell of something warm drifts through the apartment. You should get up. You should eat. But instead, you just sit there, staring blankly, your breath hitching, your chest tight, hands shaking ever so slightly as you try to hold yourself together.

Then—

“Love! Dinner’s ready!”

Her voice is so light, so casual, that for a second, you think maybe you can pretend you’re fine. Maybe you can just slap on a smile, get through the evening, push the exhaustion down, again. But before you can even try, she steps into the room, and—

She sees you.

Sees the way you’re curled in on yourself, hands gripping your temples, your breathing uneven. Sees the way your laptop screen reflects off the unshed tears in your eyes.

Lena’s smile falters. Just for a second. Then—

She’s there. In a blink.

The soft whir of her chronal accelerator hums as she moves, and suddenly she’s crouched beside you, warm hands gently prying yours away from your face.

“Hey…” Her voice is softer now, all playfulness gone. “Talk to me, yeah?”

You shake your head. Swallow hard. Try to blink back the tears. “It’s nothing, I just—” But the words catch in your throat, and the moment you try to take a steadying breath, it just—breaks.

Your shoulders shake, and before you even realize it, a sob wracks through you.

Lena doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t ask if you want comfort. She just moves—pulling you into her arms, wrapping you up so tightly it’s like she’s trying to hold you together with sheer will.

“Oh, love…” she murmurs, hand cradling the back of your head as you press your face into her shoulder. “You’ve been holdin’ onto this all on your own, haven’t ya?”

You nod against her, a broken little movement.

“You don’t have to, y’know,” she says softly. “Not with me.”

She holds you like that for a while, just letting you be. No pressure, no expectation. Just the steady warmth of her, her fingers tracing absentminded circles against your back, her breath slow and even like she’s trying to will you to match it.

And, slowly, you do.

After a while, she pulls back just enough to tilt your chin up, searching your face with those bright brown eyes of hers. There’s no pity there—just understanding.

And then, a small, mischievous smirk tugs at her lips. “Right. Here’s the plan.”

“We step away from this.” She gestures vaguely at your desk, scrunching her nose like it personally offended her. “We go outside, run around the block like a couple of idiots, maybe scream into the void if the mood strikes us. Then we come back, eat so much food we physically regret it, and put on the worst movie we can find until we pass out. Deal?”

A shaky laugh escapes you before you can stop it.

Lena grins like she just won the lottery. “There’s my girl.”

She leans in, presses a quick, feather-light kiss to your forehead. Then, with a grin, she hops up and holds out a hand. “C’mon, love. Let’s get you outta this chair before it turns you into an old lady.”

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Text Messages W/Lena

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Breaking Down the Walls

(Tracer x Fem Reader)

Summary: You were kidnapped by Talon and got brainwashed into working for him. It changed your appearance, there’s now a scar on your chest where the device was that mind controlled you with a drug he developed. Now scarred mentally and physically, you don’t ever think you’ll be the same, and you don’t think the love of your life will either.

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You stand in front of the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom of the Overwatch base. The person staring back at you doesn’t feel real. Your hair, once long and familiar, is now cropped short, barely touching your shoulders. You remember cutting it in a fit of anger, trying to strip away the remnants of what Talon left behind.

It didn’t work.

Your eyes drift to the scars on your chest, faint but impossible to ignore. They mark where the device had been—a constant reminder of what was done to you, of the control you lost. You hover a hand over the marks but can’t bring yourself to touch them. Every glance, every memory, feels like a chain dragging you back to Talon’s grasp.

You turn away from the mirror, tears stinging your eyes as you press your back against the cold wall. You feel trapped in a body that doesn’t feel like your own, a mind haunted by things you didn’t choose to do.

A soft knock at the door pulls you from your spiraling thoughts.

“Love?” Lena’s voice is gentle, almost hesitant.

You don’t answer.

The door creaks open, and she steps inside, her eyes filled with concern. “I’ve been worried about you, you’ve been in here a while”

“Go away,” you whisper, your voice hoarse and trembling.

Lena doesn’t leave. Instead, she closes the door behind her and moves closer. “You don’t have to do this alone” she says, her voice steady but filled with emotion.

You curl into yourself, wrapping your arms around your knees. “I can’t talk about it, Lena,” you manage to say, your voice breaking. “I can’t even look at myself without feeling… her.”

Lena crouches a few feet away, giving you space but refusing to back down. “You’re not her” she says gently.

“I feel like I am,” you say, your voice rising in frustration. “Every time I look in the mirror, I see what Talon made me. Every time I think about what I did, I feel like I’m still their weapon. I hurt people. I could’ve hurt you.”

Lena flinches, but she doesn’t look away. “You weren’t in control,” she says firmly. “None of that was you.”

“But it was me, Lena!” you shout, your voice raw with emotion. “I was there. I was still in my head, watching everything. I couldn’t stop it, but I felt it. And now, every time you look at me, I feel like you see it too.”

Lena’s eyes glisten with unshed tears as she slowly moves closer. “Do you want to know what I see?” she asks softly.

You don’t respond, your throat tight as you choke back a sob.

“I see the person I love,” she says. “The person who fought like hell to come back to me. The person who didn’t let Talon win, even when they tried to break her.”

Her words hit you like a wave, but you shake your head, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t deserve you,” you whisper.

Lena’s face hardens—not with anger, but with determination. She reaches out, her hands cupping your tear-streaked face despite your weak attempts to pull away. “Don’t you dare say that,” she says, her voice breaking. “I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. And nothing—not Talon, not what they did to you, not even you thinking you don’t deserve it—will change that.”

You tremble under her touch, overwhelmed by the intensity of her words. “Lena, I—”

She silences you with a kiss. It’s fierce and desperate, filled with all the love and pain she’s been holding back. You freeze at first, unsure of how to react, but her warmth breaks through the walls you’ve built around yourself. Slowly, you let yourself kiss her back, your hands gripping her arms as sobs wrack your body.

When the kiss ends, Lena doesn’t pull away. She presses her forehead against yours, her voice soft but unwavering. “You’re not broken,” she whispers. “You’re here. You’re with me. And we’ll get through this, one step at a time. Together.”

Her words cut through the despair weighing you down, and for the first time in months, you feel a flicker of hope. You let yourself fall into her arms, holding on tightly as the tears keep coming. Lena doesn’t let go, and you realize she never will.

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This was heavily inspired by RE 5 where Jill Valentine gets brainwashed. If you have any other ideas for anything else you’d like me to write, let me know!