so...widowtracer has been taking over my life for the past few weeks and i've been wanting to write a fanfic...of course the first fanfiction I write for these two is angsty as hell lol i haven't written fanfiction in a long time, so i might be a little rusty, sorry in advance!
EDIT: thank you to Shrrgnien for the corrections as well as the constructive criticism! i fixed the tense slip!
warnings: manipulation, unrequited love.
"I love you," Tracer murmurs. Lips and hands are on her skin; kissing, touching, caressing, exploring. She looks up into yellow eyes for the first time that night, hoping to find something.
Like always, however, those eyes are gleaming with cold amusement, but are devoid of anything else. This is just a game for her. Every time they do this, and she dares to hope that there is something there, that hope is crushed in an instant and replaced with disappointment and heartache.
"Like a fly trapped in a spider's web, aren't you, amour?" Widowmaker sneers, as she places soft kisses on her jaw and runs gentle, slender fingers through short brown hair. It all feels even more cruel when she puts on a soft and loving façade, a sharp contrast to her usual roughness. Her lips hover over the pulse point in her neck for a moment. "Although unlike the flies, who squirm and struggle to get away, you do not seem to be trying to escape at all," She whispers the last part into her ear, and Tracer shivers, tearing her gaze away from those amber irises.
She's right.
Tracer is always the only one who actively seeks out the other, Tracer is always the only one who seems to completely lose control and fall apart, and Tracer is the only one in love. Widowmaker has her wrapped around her little finger. The assassin knows this, and she is taking advantage of every single moment.
"A spider never lets go of its prey."
Tracer feels her eyes start to burn as tears begin to cloud her vision. Why are you crying? You already know that she doesn't care. It always begins and ends the same way, and she always finds herself wondering if putting herself through all of this torture is worth a few moments with her. Only to do it all over again.
"Do not look so down, amour," She coos mockingly, tilting her chin up so the brunette is forced to look at her. Tracking a tear rolling down a freckled cheek with her eyes, her face twists into a wicked smile, before she whispers something, in that same mocking tone, that makes Tracer's heart shatter. "Je t'aime."