A fanfiction for Gency Week (yes, I am a whole week and 2 days late). This is for the prompts Couple, Healing, and Protect.
Everyone did it differently. Everyone took it at their own pace. Some a little at a time and some not at all. For Genji, falling in love with Angela had been a long process. One which he did not realize was happening until it already happened.
He was never one to be tip-toeing about the topic of dating and asking someone out. At least not in his younger days at the very least. But it was arguable that perhaps he had never really been in love with everyone before Angela. To him, she was much too different from any other woman for him to even think about using the same technique as he did with others.
She was an elegant doctor who worked with confidence and without rest, one with so much selflessness that he couldn’t possibly think about trying to influence. After all, how could he make someone like her confess her feelings to him? She was much too considerate and too sweet to put him in such a situation. Or well, that was what he thought anyway.
Lena announces her wedding date a year before it happens. She and Emily are ecstatic, in love, totally and completely happy. Angela’s happy for them, too. Happier still when she goes to the bachelorette party a month out (both of them) - ridiculously happy to drag a drunken Farreha home after one, and then to have been escorted home drunkenly at the other by the same woman.
A week out and Emily calls her to go to lunch and Angela accepts willingly. Sitting across from the red head, sipping coffee after her meal Emily finally leans forward and, looking almost too serious says:
Like everyone makes jokes about Sombra hacking and checking search histories, but like she probably does.
She knows Tracer has an online shopping habit.
She knows Solider 76 has a habit of checking out dog memes on Facebook.
Reaper looks up cat vids.
Widowmaker? She googles her symptoms (Sombra is concerned).
She knows McCree just looks up the “what in ______” memes
She is actually concerned with what Mercy looks up. With Mercy typing the exact words “why does my team keeping dying and then blame me when I can’t fucking heal them” and “why does my team suck”, she feels threatened to go on a Mercy team.
Just imagine Maria that started singing Ancien Rome songs even nobody sang them to her, and Lovino immediately looked at her crying. When Antonio returned home he just found his beloved crying in his daughter arms