#Overwatch short stories

[hammeh]

More Heroes Ascendant lore time! Today's video is A Friendly Rivalry short story review - and the Overwatch narrative crew running riot with Junkrat, Roadhog, Hammond, the Queen, and *THAT TREASURE* of Junkrat's finally revealed!

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

So I’m reading that “friendly rivalry” short story

[ditterdoob]

i love making up lore and then crying about the lore that i just made up

also mauga hugs because i think theyd be lethal

[honeywafflez1art]

He makes her laugh :) 🌸📐

[loveapologist]

>>There has been some time already since they left the Outback. Without the constant radiation, he had noticed changes in himself. For once, he was less and less a bag of skin and bones and hair had started to grow back, not only in his scalp. Maybe the most important change was his mind. Every day it was easier to think clearly, not forgetting so much important details as where he was or what he was supposed to be doing. Maybe the pills Dr. Ziegler gave him had something to do. How was it that he couldn't recognise himself in the mirror any more? << Support me on PATREON!

[angeltannis]

I maintain that giving Symmetra a flamboyant college roommate who flunked out and became an internationally wanted flower criminal and who is like “Satya my friend my darling my bestie 🤩” while Satya is like Marge Shielding Her Eyes.png is the funniest thing they could have done with her character 7 years into the series

[wildissylupus]

With these new Reaper voice lines, specifically the ones with Mei and Sojourn, seriously hope we get a deeper look at why Reyes joined Talon, cause I highly doubt it was the reason CoV stated (please retcon that short story, I beg you writers). I do think that it was part of it, that Gabe's conversation with Doomfist was a big part on why Reyes joined, but it cannot be the only reason.

The new voice lines show that Reaper does care to an extent about certain Overwatch members, his interaction with Sojourn showing a level of care that no other characters have been shown, even if it's bare minimum, and his interaction with Mei being somewhat of a warning to her rather then his usual bitter threats (at least that's how I read it). It shows a more complicated reasoning then what we have been shown in the past.

Honestly I would love it if it was revealed that during that year away from Talon Reyes actually decided to check up on what became of Overwatch, what became of the members he was close to. Him being furious to see how the world and other parts of Overwatch treated members after the explosion, Cassidy being forced back into a life of crime, Angela being prevented from helping people because of her connection to Overwatch, him and Gerard being villainized by the UN and public despite them doing so much good, despite Blackwatch being a main reason Overwatch had the information it did.

Please, as much as I make fun of Reaper for being an idiot, he's not that stupid, there needs to more to his reasoning then just one conversation and a typical want for revenge for an event Overwatch didn't cause. Him feeling like all the sacrifices he made were for nothing, that Overwatch and the world threw it all away and forgot it, he sacrificed his body, his life, all for it to mean nothing. If he felt like that, if they showed that he felt like everything he did with Overwatch was for nothing, showed valid evidence as to why he thought that, then it would give Reaper the complexity that CoV failed to give him, and what his new voice lines are succeeding in giving him.

[ovwechoes]

hewwo!!! do you take requests for ramattra 😳 i would like to ask for him with a soulmate au,, maybe he doesn’t think he has once since he’s an omnic - he is sentient so the universe gives him (reader)!!!

yes I do! I'm more than happy to write that AU for you (since I think it's the cutest idea tbh) c: if you have any suggestions, please let me know & thank you for the ask! Themes: slow burn, short but sweet, sfw.

Binary Hearts: Ramattra x Reader (Gender Neutral)

"How could someone like me?". That's what he truly believed. If anyone asked, though, he would always tell them that it was because he was an omnic; his body was metal, he possessed no heart, and he was freshly sentient. In his mind, his only soulmate would be one of his own kind, because how could a human learn to love someone that society viewed as a threat, and was created by humanity to be used? That was what ran through his mind whenever he let himself consider the idea of love, and what that might look like for him. That was, until he met you.

You were an activist for omnic rights, freshly apart of the organisation and ready to stand up for what you believed was right. You never understood the hatred towards omnics, and why they were treated they way they were when humans should be grateful. Grateful for their new perspectives, their beliefs, their hope and their work to improve society whilst not sentient. This was something you always fought for; you fought against your family, your ex partners, your friends, anyone who stood in the way of change. That's why you were so surprised when Ramattra, the leader of Nullsector was stood infront of you, watching you silently.

You were leaving a protest in your city centre; after the recent attacks from Nullsector, your representative thought it was best to show support for omnics during this time, to show that at least someone cares about them still and doesn't take to heart what other omnics have chosen to do to humans. It seemed like a good idea, and you had a lot of fun showing support, and seeing the looks on omnics' faces when they saw you all were in their corner, still fighting the good fight. It was approx. 9pm now, and you took the more quiet, scenic route home. You passed through alleys between houses, and walked along a road that had the most beautiful view of the ocean, especially at night. The sound of the waves crashing was comforting, it helped your feet keep moving despite the painful pounding pushing them with every step. But they had reached their limit, so you decided to keep walking until a community bench for sightseeing was found. When it was, you spent maximum 10 minutes watching, observing, enjoying yourself. As you stood up and decided to leave before it got any later, you turned around and found yourself under the gaze of Ramattra.

The news always portrayed him as evil, disturbing, as though he was the boogeyman lurking in the shadows, waiting for you to be vulnerable so that they could leach on your life and take it away in the same second. But you knew the second you looked into his eyes, that they were lying once again. Sure, you could see the anger inside him, boiling after simmering for too long, but beneath that, you could see someone lonely, someone desperate to be understood and to be accepted. That's something you always noticed with omnics, but with Ramattra, the feeling was amplified. And so, as you stood there, frozen, with him looking down on you as though you were a small fish against a shark, he didn't speak. It was though he was analysing you, watching your moves, predicting if you'd run or attack. That's what he was used to, so surely you'd react the same way, right?

When you finally got the courage to say something, Ramattra was taken aback. He would never have guessed a human would have the confidence to stare into his eyes and say something so... normal. "How are you?" you asked him. You didn't know what else to say, you didn't know if you should be polite, or friendly, or cordial, or run. Nothing trained you for this moment, where you'd be isolated and standing face to face with what society wanted you to see as the enemy. His face didn't change, but you could see something inside him did. You couldn't tell if this was good, or bad, or something you couldn't even fathom. But you were humbly surprised when he touched your shoulder, before thanking you for asking.

His hand was cold, you could feel that through your jumper. It was as though the wind was absorbed directly into his body, and pushed back through you. But you noticed something sweet and perhaps tender about the way he held your shoulder. You didn't feel scared, nor held in place, like a cat at the vet's office being held for it's vaccinations. You felt comfortable. Both of you knew what his strength was, and knew that if he wanted to, he could squeeze you and trap you under his grip, leaving you with no room to escape his stare. The fact that he didn't made you feel warmer than the cold that was pushed through your body from his hand, and through his blank stare. You both stood there, awkwardly, waiting for one of you to figure out what comes next. Neither of you had ever been in this position, and it was abundantly clear to anyone who might've seen you.

He decided to break the silence, and profusely apologised for scaring you. Ramattra's eyes looked away with his hand falling back to his side from your shoulder. You were already missing his touch, but you let him carry on apologising and explaining himself. "I sometimes come here... just to enjoy the view... I didn't want to scare you and I promise you that I was going to leave before you noticed me. I know what humans think of me, so I had no intention of bothering you any further..." he said, looking away at the ocean again, as though he could only be honest when he wasn't faced with your eyes looking back at him.

Something stirred in you; you didn't quite understand it, but the genuine thought behind his actions pulled at your heartstrings. How could someone who leads such a violent group be so considerate? That's what ran through your mind before you reminded yourself not to judge, just to listen. You replied in a sincere way back, as a way to buy yourself time to figure out how to invite him to join you. You were sure another 10 minutes wouldn't be so harmful. When you finally built up the courage to ask him, he was silent for some time. It seemed as though Ramattra was calculating his next move, considering the options, making sure this wasn't a scheme or a trap, but a genuine opportunity to spend time with someone. You could tell he desperately wanted to accept, and wanted to enjoy the ocean and it's melodic music with someone else, but you had no clue if he would let himself do so with a human.

But he did. Something about you felt different, refreshing. You weren't here to ridicule him, and you treated him the same as anyone else or anything else. He couldn't help himself, really. It was something he had only ever considered, only really thought was a possibility in his mind. And so he sat with you, listening to the waves dance along the shoreline. They sounded especially sweet and calming, as though the universe was singing a melody to celebrate what was to come, and the union of you both. You weren't bothered by the slight hum of his machinery working to keep him active, and he wasn't bothered by your breathing. The two of you were in harmony, as though this moment was destiny. There was no denying there was some chemistry, and so when you placed your hand on his knee, as a sign of interest, all he could do was let out a small chuckle and look at you from the corner of his eye.

Ramattra had no idea what to think of this, what was to come next, and whether this moment was fleeting or something specifically designed for them. He didn't care to know; all he concerned himself with was the warmth of your hands, and the warmth of the sun dancing on his skin as he finally understood what human's thought was a 'connection'. He was eternally grateful for you already for bringing him out of his comfort zone, and for allowing him to experience something he thought was impossible. All that was left was for him to keep the night going, and work with you to figure out if the universe, or some higher power, was gifting him with something he had never dreamed possible.

[spishidden]

“I could see the explosion, from space.”

Since when was Doomfist not on Earth??

[krillbot]

The new Mercy Sigma interaction is actually hilarious because apparently no one around Angela Ziegler stays dead

Ana Amari and Jack Morrison? They’re wandering into her apartment looking for health packs. “Guys stop running your vigilante operations out of house, I don’t agree with your actions” “Yeah, yeah, where’s your tea?”

Gabriel Reyes? Apparently unblew up and now he’s a wraith that keeps trying to kill your other old friends

That one guy who she had coffee with once? She heard about the space station incident, that was tragic, she remembered they had a lovely conversation. So whY IS HE HERE IN THE MISSION PREP AREA TALKING TO ME LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?!?!??

At this point “Heroes never die” is less of an encouraging mantra and more of a begrudging realization

[malriex]

The Morning After

Alpha Cole Cassidy X Omega Male reader

Tags: omegaverse, a/b/o, smut, Cole Cassidy, overwatch 2, male reader, fluff, alpha, beta, omega, short, situational writing, fanfic

WRITER'S NOTE: First time doing this kind of stuff so yeah I probably suck.

Cole just got out of the bathroom half naked wearing his pajama trousers already done with his morning routine, as he wipe his face walking towards the bed. He grabs the blanket off revealing his lovely omega underneath, laying in bed naked, all curled up asleep like a child. You immiediately hide your face down irretated by the light glowing across the room.

Cole gently climbs in, crawls towards his omega and leaning over him adoring his beauty. Cole began kissing gently from the lower back to the upper back and last to his nape. As you made a muffled squeal

"No !!!!!"

"What do you mean??" Cole continues to kissing your nape and savoring both sides of your neck.

"NO !!!!" As you wiggle your left shoulder giving a hint to cut it out.

Cole pause for a second confused of what you mean. "Come on Darling can you tell me what it is ?" he ask.

As you turn your head facing Cole with an angry pout. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID !!!!!" as you point your neck riddled with hickeys and bite marks.

"Awww Darling, I'm sorry I can't help it, promise it won't happen again." as he slimes and kissed your forehead. However you're still angrily pouting about it knowing it's a lie.

In order to change the subject, Cole began wrapping you with the bed sheet and carrying you to his arms as he takes you to the shower. Where he gently sat you down in the shower bench, he turns on the shower and adjusting the temperature according to your liking, while Cole is busy taking care all of your needs.

You took the bed sheet off you're covered with and began to sat down on the shower floor, as you reached down with your fingers trying to unload what Cole left in you last night. The slower flows down like rain as you crawl towards it to soak in, to feel the warm water all over your body, as you continue your business you moaned a little because you spread it a little wider.

Cole came back and drop everything he's carrying for he witness his omega in a pitiful state. He runs towards you and carry you off the shower,

"No! Don't" you plead.

"Why ?" Cole asked

"I'm ....... I'm trying to take it out" you mumbled.

"Oh !? ....... OH !!!!" Cole realize what you mean.

As the shower continues to flow, Cole sat down on the shower floor getting soaked and you sat on his lap, hugging him with legs wrapped around his waist. Cole looks at you with a gentle smile as you're a bit embarrassed to look back at him the fact that you're fully naked and the position you both are in.

"Now relax, let me take care of it" Cole assured.

Cole's fingers reached down and touched your entry point, your body immediately jolted and hugged him tightly. Cole paused for a second,

"You ok !?" Cole asked.

"Yeah.......It .... it feels different when someone else do it.........just. Go on." you mumbled.

Two of Cole's fingers went in slowly and carefully, he begins to move his fingers, as your back suddenly bends slightly inwards as Cole continued move his fingers, you began to moan even louder. Cole's fingers strokes in and out even faster. Your breath are heavier as you hugged Cole even tighter, as your body continues to twitch.

"YES! ...... AH!" as you screamed between moans.

Since you're sitting on top of him and leaning towards him, Cole took advantage of this and kissing and licking your chest and neck. As water dripping and sliding down your skin. Cole is savoring each and every second of it. As you moan even more.

You finally climax, your body feels tired and weak as you rest your head on Cole's shoulder still panting as Cole is also catching his breath. And took a rest for a few minute.

As Cole is about to stand, you push him as he lie down on the shower floor, he's surprised by that as you're sitting on top of him you place your hand on his chest and began to move your hips slowly rubbing your crouch to his as you can feel that he's hard.

"Darlin' STOP !!!" He pleaded.

[hammeh]

Apes building on the moon? The Junkers flying around the world? It's Overwatch Heroes Ascendant short story lore, analysis and speculation time!

Back into the swing of things with today's video on Hammond's awesome story, Thoughtless Gods :) Vid below!

[overwatch-archive]

As You Are

Author: Jen Stacey Artist: Hannah Templer

Seoul was hours behind them. Baptiste watched the familiar expanse of the ocean pass below.

Cassidy leaned forward, checked the screen one more time, and stood. "Fareeha, you got this?"

Pharah looked up from another monitor, barely swiveling in her chair. "Yeah, we're good. You gonna get some rest?"

“Thought I might give it a shot.”

"Just keep your door closed. Team might think we're under fire with the way you snore."

"With you at the wheel, I'll be lucky to sleep at all." Cassidy was bad at hiding his smile.

"Maybe I should try out those stunt maneuvers Lena used to show me . . ."

Cassidy looked ready for another round, but Pharah waved him off. "Go sleep. We'll let you know if anything comes up. Right, Baptiste?"

Baptiste sat up at the mention of his name. These past few hours, as Pharah and Cassidy talked, Baptiste had mostly kept to himself. Sitting awkwardly beside their conversation, he had observed the closeness between them but never joined in. To suddenly be included caught him off guard.

"Yes, of course." When his own words escaped him, Baptiste parroted Pharah's: "We'll let you know."

Cassidy nodded and walked off, tossing his cloak behind him as he went. Pharah rolled her eyes at that; Baptiste appreciated his attempt at a dramatic exit.

A few moments of silence passed between them. Baptiste could see the corner of Pharah's seat belt from where he sat. She must have been the only person on the dropship who was still strapped in. It occurred to him that she might be following some sort of protocol—one he should hold himself to—but he thought better of asking about it.

Baptiste had hoped that accepting Cassidy's offer in Romania would relieve some of the tension he'd felt in running from Talon for all these years. To his surprise, the edge remained. He was going to be a part of Overwatch—among heroes. But he wasn't like Pharah, who had always walked the same line, dedicated her life to protecting people. Baptiste knew that no matter how hard he tried to atone for what he had done, there would be those who'd judge him harshly for his time as a mercenary with Talon. It left him with a sinking feeling.

Pharah's curious gaze pulled him from his thoughts. She had turned her chair slightly toward his, as if prompting him to say something. Was he worrying over nothing? She seemed nice, anyway. He grasped for an observation to offer. "So. You and Cassidy?" he asked, trying to strike something up.

She looked confused, then concerned. "What do you mean by that?"

Baptiste reached one arm behind his head, rubbing at an old sore spot. "You know . . . you seem close. I thought you two might be—"

"Together?"

Her laughter caught him by surprise. It was clear and confident and made him feel a little more at ease. Maybe the same was true for her too; her entire body language seemed to change, and the seat belt strained against her as she doubled over. She had a nice smile. When she pushed her hair away from her face, her eyes were lit up.

"Ooh. Sorry, that, uh . . . that was a good one," Pharah said. She unbuckled her seat belt and let it slip behind her shoulder. "No, definitely not. Cole and I have known each other for a long time. He's like a brother to me. And besides, I'm a lesbian."

Pharah spoke with the ease of someone who had spent her whole life knowing who she was. She'd perfected the presentation of the words—offered them to Baptiste like a gift she knew he would accept. When he looked at her again, it was as if some piece of the puzzle had been filled in. Before he could respond, Pharah added, "I would have thought it was obvious. I'm not passing, am I?"

"No, not at all," Baptiste said quickly. "I just didn't want to assume. You two seem to know a lot about each other. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

She raised an eyebrow, as if the thought of him making her uncomfortable was preposterous. "No, I'm fine. Just sorry to disappoint you."

"Oh, no . . . You seem wonderful, I just . . ." Baptiste trailed off, not sure how to proceed.

"Oh, you were asking about Cole?"

Baptiste met her gaze. There was a moment of recognition, and he chuckled.

"Well, I must admit he has a certain charm. I like a person who's sure of themself."

Pharah flashed a smile. She wove together her fingers and pulled her hands behind her head, leaning back in the pilot's chair. "Well, that's Cole. He wasn't always that way, but coming back to Overwatch, rounding up new recruits . . . He's at the end of a very long road. I'm actually kind of proud of him."

Baptiste nodded. "I get that sense. When he offered me a place in Overwatch, he told me they took a chance on him too."

He remembered the words clearly: When no one thought there was any good in me. Those were the words that had made Baptiste reach out to accept Cassidy's hand. He looked back out at the ocean—suddenly dark and endless. The sight of it flooded him with memories of Talon. He remembered the feeling of ash in his throat in Monte Cristi and the sound of Mauga's gunfire drowning out the waves in Port-de-Paix. The two boats, taken out of desperation, and the long nights on the water as he fled. Baptiste knew what he had done, all the mistakes he'd made. He had no illusions that people would be forgiving of that . . . but Cassidy was.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Pharah asked the question with genuine care, the same tone with which she'd spoken to Cassidy.

"No. Not today, anyway." Baptiste let out a long exhale. He hadn't realized how high the pain, the memory of those moments, had risen in his chest—that he had forgotten to breathe.

"Take whatever time you need. I'm just glad Cole convinced you to join us."

"As am I. He certainly knows how to make an impression."

"Yeah, that sounds like Cole." Pharah shook her head. "It's funny. I haven't seen him in years, but he walks back into my life and suddenly everything's as it used to be. And now, headed back to Gibraltar . . . Hard to believe."

Baptiste recalled the Overwatch personnel files he'd taken from Talon. Fareeha Amari, daughter of Ana Amari. Baptiste had read her mother's profile and seen mentions of Fareeha as well. Never an Overwatch agent herself, but always considered an asset. Working in Cairo as part of Helix. "You've been around Overwatch your whole life. You must know everyone already. Anyone you're looking forward to seeing again?"

Pharah seemed preoccupied. "Oh, I don't know everyone—Zarya and Hana are new to me. I'm sure there are others too."

"Do you know Dr. Ziegler? Or . . . Mercy, I guess, was her call sign."

"Angela? Yeah. About as long as I've known Cole," she said, looking a bit wistful again.

There was something about the way she said her name—not Dr. Ziegler, but Angela—that touched him. "I worked with her once, in Venezuela," he began. "I was tracking her when I ran into Cole. Last known location was Cairo, but by the time I got there, well . . . I'm sure you saw the news about Paris."

"I did." A slight smile crossed her face. "But I spent some time with her in Cairo too."

Baptiste raised an eyebrow. "Does she know you're headed to Gibraltar?"

"No. But she didn't tell me she was joining the team in Paris either, so I guess we're both full of surprises." Pharah looked down, and Baptiste struggled to read her. Was that disappointment?

"Were you hoping for more?"

Pharah lifted her gaze to meet his. "What do you mean?"

"Were you expecting her to say goodbye?"

Pharah looked away again, deep in thought. "No," she said eventually. "I guess not."

She paused again, and Baptiste resisted the urge to say something. His impulse was to make her feel better, but he could tell she was still thinking.

"Angela's feelings about Overwatch are . . . complicated. Knowing her, she probably wasn't sure she'd answer the recall until she was already there."

"Oh. Well, uh . . ." Baptiste sensed there was more going on, but he didn’t want to press her. He scrambled for a way to change the subject. "I'm sure you'll catch up once we get to Gibraltar." He leaned over, glancing at the screen in front of her. "Not long now, Pharah."

She looked up at him suddenly, a bit of a frown on her face. Baptiste wondered if he had said something wrong, but then her expression softened. She stood up, put her hand on his shoulder, and smiled.

"Hey." Her hand was steady, and Baptiste felt a wave of calm pass over him. "Call me Fareeha, all right?"

He met her gaze and mirrored her smile. "All right. Thank you."

She pulled her hand away and shrugged. "Don't thank me—I was about to ask you to take over."

Baptiste's concern must have been visible because Fareeha quickly clarified.

"Don't worry, I'll send Hana up here to keep you company. She's probably the better pilot anyway. I just need to lie down for a bit."

"Of course," Baptiste said with a sharp nod, as if accepting an order. "Go get some rest."

Fareeha moved to leave the cockpit, then paused in the entryway. "Can you do me a favor?"

Baptiste straightened, ready for her instruction.

"I know it isn't easy, but . . . try to relax, okay?" She stepped down from the cockpit, then turned completely to meet his gaze. "We're in this together."

Baptiste thought of how long he had been alone. He thought of all the ways he was not like her, and all the ways he had been a disappointment to the ones he had fought to protect. For all the good that Fareeha had done with Helix, Baptiste had strayed far from that path while working for Talon. Now with Overwatch, standing by Fareeha's side . . . he still didn't know if he deserved redemption. But why fight this?

He wasn't ready to tell her all he'd done. Even if, looking at her now, he felt sure she wouldn't care.

So Baptiste searched instead for all the ways they were the same, everything that had brought them together, on the right side of this conflict. He saw her confidence and was surprised to find it brought back a little of his own. Before he knew it, he was responding with a slow nod. "Yeah. Together."

Fareeha smiled, tossed back an imaginary cloak with a smirk, and walked to the rear of the ship. For the first time since Busan, Baptiste was alone. There was a clear view of the ocean outside the window. Isolated from the wind, relaxed in his chair, it suddenly reminded him more of sunlit afternoons on the beach, drinking Lefort's ji papay, than all the times he'd run away.

Baptiste closed his eyes. The steady hum of the monitors turned into the buzz of summer air. He let his feet dangle off the memory of a dock, swaying as if carried by the tide. The dropship continued its flight, and Baptiste—comforted by the knowledge that someone else would soon join him at the helm—let his thoughts drift toward the future.

[apparition-pluto]

STILL SO FAR

[ Illari x Venture short practice ]

Venture watched the sun beat down on the city before them, illuminating the ruins of a civilisation that once stood stronger than any army venture could name, a history so hidden yet so known to those within the circle that was the heroes of overwatch. Coated arm acted as a shield to cover the glare that was attempting to violate the young adventurer's sight. While the ruins were what Venture would have usually gawked at for hours upon hours, through sun and moons, storms and droughts, the archaeologist had their sights drawn to something more rare, someone who, to the archaeologist, felt more rare than any rock that was buried beneath these tombs.

Illari Quispe Ruiz. A name that felt as stunning as the sun, as warm as Venture did whenever they found themself with the Wayfinders. A name that paired with such a beautiful face, Venture was sure that the woman before them was handcrafted by the Gods alone, every pore on her face, every fine detail — from the scars she’d received in battles to the small dimple that appeared on her left cheek whenever someone was able to pull that enchanting smile from her. Venture was captivated by the beauty that was before them, but such a beauty seemed plagued by shadows that these ruins cast over them.

Runasapi, the civilisation that was wiped out simply overnight. The home to the only lasting survivor of the fated incident. The place that would always have Illari pulled to her knees, have the prodigy child regretting her very existence. Illari stood several feet before the archeologist, her hands balled by her sides; her back to Venture. Her walls she’d built stood tall, but while tears poured down her cheeks, her cheeks flushing as memories flooded back, it seemed those walls begun to crack. Each second of the memories she replayed in her mind pained the medic, cracking her fragile heart more each time.

In some twisted way, Venture wanted time to pause. Not to pain Illari more, to have the girl crack under pain. Venture wanted to stay like this to simply see Illari break those walls down. They knew this moment was raw, an old wound ripped back open and left to breathe in new agony. Illari may have stood several feet away from Venture, but she was still so far out of reach for the archeologist, so close yet whenever Venture tried to grasp on, the healer was swept away from them. And even now, while Venture stood on the home grounds to which Illari was born to, the trauma of her past kept her out of reach.

[odessastone]

I’m nearly at the end of the first draft of my multichap Sym & Lifeweaver fic 😃 it’s at 36k right now, I suspect it will probably end up around 40-42k when all’s said and done.

I’m really proud of it!

[kakusu-shipping]

Tits out kinda girl