Kinda fluffy and angsty, could i ask short stories for Dva/Reapy/Genji noticing that their S/O is about to or collapses from overusing their ultimate ability? Thanks in advance, but no need to do it if it makes you uncomfortable :x
((Soooo, this sat here for a loooong time, so I’m going to post it. It’s missing genji, I’m so so sorry! I hope that’s okay!))
((The hardest part of this…was coming up with the fricking name/catchphrases for these attack lmao. Because I am….baaad at coming up with attacks and such))
D. Va was maneuvering her MEKA through the droves of hostiles, her fusion cannons tearing through their armor and dropping them before her blasters had stopped pushing her. This had been an intense battle, Talon had forced the Overwatch agents into a head-on battle that had been raging for the better part of the afternoon. She wasn’t streaming this, no, civilians didn’t need to see the dead bodies of human beings. She would be happy when this was finished and done with, they were pushing all of you to your wits end. Hana stared at the screen of her computer, typing away at it to follow where the other agents were located. Lucio was on the other side of the field with Roadhog and Torbjorn, Mercy was flitting across the field to reach Reinhardt who was asking for back-up and you were twenty meters away facing hostiles.
“Make a wish”, you yelled for what felt like the hundredth time that day although it was only your third. Your gun glowed bright white your weapon aimed straight up, wincing at the recoil that hit your shoulder as the meteoric metal rained from above. Your shoulder felt numb as you watched the bright and shining metal shower down on the enemies around you, the felled enemies the only upside in this whole scenario. Your eyes blearily looked across the field confirming that your area was clear–but something was wrong. You were exhausted, your vision was blurring, you tried to lift your arms but you couldn’t. “Well…shit.”
“Y/N”, Hana yelled, watching as your legs began to give out and you fell to the side. She slammed the button for her boosters, hitting eject and popping out of her mech, rushing forward from the momentum to grab hold of your body.
“Hey sunny bunny”, you said sweetly, looking up at your worried girlfriend before your eyes squeezed shut. “I may…have overdone it.”
“Babo”, she said with a small pout on her lips, lightly flicking your forehead. You flinched with a small, breathy chuckle, groaning softly. Her hand jumped up to her comm link, pressing the button. “Need healing!”
Reaper threw his shotgun to the side as he watched the last of the guards in his sector crumble, pulling two more from what his lover playfully called ‘hammer space’. It appeared that this mission would be over soon enough; Sombra had already extracted the information from the computers and now you and Gabriel were cleaning house for those that got in your way. Gabe knew you had the floor below him, his hand lifting to his comm.
“Status update”, he stated plainly, shifting into his wraith form as he began to move towards the rendezvous point in the back of the building.
“I’m good Gabby”, Sombra said back, ignoring the agitated growl that followed. “But you might wanna get downstairs, looks like your special friend is bouta take a siesta.”
The hacker was watching the security camera feeds, your back literally against a wall as you slammed your hand down under your minigun, the stand dropping down. Your fingers danced across the barrel, switching the ammo in your gun out from regular bullets to poison laced ones, smirking darkly. Your gas mask lay on the opposite side of the room, smashes to absolute pieces by someone who shot it out of your hands before you could affix it to your face. You knew that switching over to your poisonous rounds without proper ventilation or masks could lead to you being poisoned by your own weapons, but you didn’t have the luxury of worrying over that at the moment.
“Time for a spray and pray”, you yelled, finger holding down the button to fire, sweeping the weapon left and right, filling the guards with hemlock-laced bullets.
You grit your teeth, holding your breath as you unleashed hell onto the men in front of you, sweeping left and right. You knew if they didn’t die from the initial shooting, the direct introduction of poison into their system would paralyze their system and kill them. Smoke curled off of your weapon as round after round was fired off, wisps of poisonous gas floating upwards. You smirked as the men fell before your need to breathe won out, gulping in a deep breath, your body shuddering painfully. You wavered for a second before your knee hit the ground, your hand clinging to your gun as you tried to stay upright. You had slowly built up a resistance to the poison your weapon could fire but not a full immunity. Your legs and arms were complete jelly and would stay that way until fresh, clean air was introduced to your system. Until then…you were good as done.
Reaper solidified next to you, surveying the dead and groaning men you had left in your wake, catching sight of your maroon mask before looking back to you. You gave him a sheepish smile, no real excuse coming to mind as he dipped down and pulled you into his arms, squeezing you protectively.
“Next time call for backup, cariño.”