Mei/Zarya fic. ( 1810 words )

this wasn’t gonna be this long but ya know i ramble and shit happens and ye.

January 23rd: Security

你好! Today begins our new adventure! My colleagues and myself were hired to protect Volskaya Industries from incoming attacks. (Apparently,) some former Overwatch members are the ones behind the attacks too! I know, it’s curious, (as Winston would say, hehe,) that they’d be behind this, but I know my team and I can defend it. We’ve just got to 挂在那里!

Bastion and Torbjörn are set up facing the front and gates to the inside of the factory, while Mercy and Reinhardt are watching the front. Zarya decided to watch the courtyard of Volskaya industries, while I just, well, wanted to wander! Volskaya Industries is really different from all the mountains I’ve seen, but all the machines feel just as big!  惊人!

I miss the cute animals, though. At least I have 雪球, right?

- 美

The slightly tattered journal held well against Mei’s gloved hands, the yellow age-stained papers fluttering with the winter Russian breeze. Her legs hung off the edge of a catwalk as she overlooked the courtyard to Volskaya industries, a smile slipping onto her plump cheeks. Her eyes scanned the area around her and she let out a happy sigh.

The amount of industrialization existing in Russia was different from her previous adventures within the mountains, the bustling cities of Hollywood, and even the frigid winters of Watchpoint: Antarctica. Although the scenery was different, it still tickled her and she couldn’t help but lean back against her elbows and look up into the purple toned sky. 

“I wonder what it would be like to live up here.” Her words fell under her breath and she giggled happily.

The muscular woman below watched with a smile, arms crossed and body leaning against the wall. Her equally as large cannon was propped up against the wall next to her. Her attention was glued onto the smaller woman, cheeks flushed a bright pink that rivaled the pink in her hair. 

The first day was quiet, and so was the second.

January 25th: Trouble

Reinhardt treated us to a nice meal yesterday! Some traditional German dish- Saurbrutan? Saburenten? 我很抱歉- I’m not too fluent in German, but I do know there was a side of Rote Grutze! It tasted like strawberries, it was delicious! Zarya offered to bring in another Russian dish, but Reinhardt insisted that he made enough for everyone. (I would have loved some Russian food, I’m sure Zarya could make the best!) He is such a kind soul, and an intelligent colleague too! I’m still stuffed from all that food, I could probably take a little nap right here… (I mean, I would never do that on the job!)

This morning we had a breach in security, Junkrat and Roadhog came walking in like they owned the entire factory already! They’re quite rude, 雪球 doesn’t like them either. They destroyed some of the mechanics here, but Torbjörn said he could fix it, so it’s no problem! (I hope, I could probably fix some things too, but Torbjörn is a bit better with mechanics than I am.)

Well, here’s to hoping no more trouble comes our way.

- 美

Footsteps resounded from behind her and she quickly scrambled to her feet, dropping her journal and fumbling with her Endothermic Blaster. She flipped a small switch by the trigger of the blaster and two panels outstretched from the blaster. She closed her eyes and walled off the entrance to the factory behind her.

She was stationed further back while Reinhardt, Mercy, Bastion, and Torbjörn were manning the courtyard. She was supposed to be called in when things got too heated at the front and she was their defense if anyone decided to skip past the courtyard and head right into the heart of the factory. Zarya was supposed to be with her, but they called her up forward for her shields. This time of solitude gave her time to continue her journal about her little adventures and to keep tweaking with her Endothermic Blaster.

“Sauerbraten,” the familiar and hearty Russian voice spoke from beside her, “Reinhardt made Sauerbraten for dinner.”

“Zarya!” Mei squealed in surprise, clinging onto her blaster with two hands a faint blush slipping onto her cheeks. “Oh my gosh- warn me before you sneak up on me.”

Zarya chuckled, hearty and deep within her chest. “Прости меня. Junkrat came in with Roadhog, Mccree, Genji and Zenyatta to the courtyard.”

Mei’s eyes widened and she gasped, holding a hand over her mouth in surprise. “Those bullies! I-I could have helped- did they cause too much trouble?” She gave Zarya a look up and down. “Are you okay?”

The kindness within the scientist’s heart made Zarya laugh again and pet Mei atop her head. “Your kindness is heartwarming, I am just alright, Mei.” She gestured for Mei to follow her as the ice wall fell behind them. “Let us make sure no one snuck past our defenses.”

Together they wandered into the factory and started to navigate through the rooms. Various computers and storage bins were illuminated under faint lighting. Two walked side by side, idle chatter about the dinner they ate and Mei’s never ending stream of questions about Zarya’s hometown, Volskaya, and Zarya’s opinions on Overwatch disbanding. 

“I told you these things before, Mei. What else do you want to know?” Her brow arched and she leaned against the railing beside her. The room they wandered into was towards the back, two floors and stairs to their left. To their right was a catwalk and below them was the first floor of the factory.

Mei poked and prodded at the computers in the room. “Sorry, sorry- I just like to hear about your journey!” She couldn’t help but let a bright smile slip onto her face as she turned to face Zarya, clapping her hands together. “You’re such an inspiration!”

Snowball made an audible chirp from his container, agreeing. 

“Well, I would be happy to tell you again.” Zarya laughed. As warm and lovely as Mei’s kindness and Snowball’s agreeing chirps could be, Russia winters are for large jackets and thick coats like Mei’s- but today she needed to wear her regulated uniform. It was the only uniform that could possibly withstand the energy her shields generated. Plus, her guns were out and she couldn’t help but admire her own muscles once in awhile.

Mei’s head tilted and her face contorted in concern. “Are you cold, would you like my coat?” She had already begun stripping her coat off, revealing a blue tank top under the heavy-duty parka. Zarya quickly approached Mei to stop her, cheeks slowly reddening.

“Oh, I couldn’t.” Mei’s coat was off her shoulders and resting at her elbows, Zarya struggling to keep her eyes from wandering. Mei’s figure was an enigma to most of their colleagues, and Zarya wanted it to stay that way. If it be jealousy or a mother-bear mentality with the older scientist, her kindness and concern needed to be protected. “I can survive, I am as strong as a mountain, after all.” 

With Zarya’s new formed grin and Mei’s coat half off, Mei couldn’t help but laugh and slip the coat completely off and drape it over Zarya’s shoulders. “This is much better-” she held the coat against Zarya’s shoulders tightly, “if I can survive cryostasis, I can lend you my coat.”

“Mei- please-”

“Zarya, 没有.”

A sigh and an idea flashed behind Zarya’s eyes, mischievous at best- the grin stayed on her lips and she guided the smaller woman against a large tower of storage bins. Mei’s eyes glanced away from Zarya, an embarrassed blush slowly forming on her cheeks and sinking down her neck. 

Soon enough, the proximity between the two was closer than ever. Their foreheads were touching and large hands were resting against a plump waist. Mei’s smaller hands were trapped against a large chest and her own. The heat forming between them made the room warmer than the temple of Anubis itself.

Their eyes met and a small, embarrassed, chirp from Snowball lying on the ground brought Mei back into reality. “Z-Zarya..-”

“Aleksandra-” Zarya’s voice fell to a whisper. “call me Aleksandra.”

 “A-Aleksandra.. we’re.. we’re on a job..” Mei’s voice also fell to a whisper, Zarya’s fingertips feathering up and down Mei’s sides. “I told you this..”

“We were working in Nepal too.”

Mei cleared her throat, turning her gaze away from Zarya. “Nepal was different, we were waiting for the escort to arrive.” She felt her lips tug into a pout. “Here, we have to be on the watch and we can’t get distracted.”

“No one could get past Reinhardt and his shield, we have some time.”

Before Mei could interject, their lips touched. The familiar feeling jolted through her own body and Zarya’s. Their lips, pressed together firmly, moved against each other. Their hands met and fingers intertwined together. Mei’s coat fell to the ground, the warmth between the two insulating them enough in the Russian winter. Their kiss became heated, heads tilting to gain more leverage on the other. Zarya’s hands unlacing themselves from Mei’s and gripping onto her waist tightly, holding her in place. The strength she was exerting was minimal, but no matter how much Mei tried, she wouldn’t be able to escape her grip.

Not like she wanted to, though.

Mei’s eyes fluttered open as the kiss broke, but Zarya’s lips continued to work themselves across her collar and slowly slipping down her exposed next. Her hips and waist were caressed by strong hands, rough fingertips are a constant reminder of the battles they’ve gone through, and the strength that her colleague had. Her own hands clung around the back of Zarya’s neck, letting her do her work. Her mind was fogged, distracted by the feeling of lingering fingers and wet kisses.

Small nibbles and kisses- the scars would be easy to hide, but the memories of this moment and flashbacks of their heated moment in Nepal are forever etched in her mind. She can already predict the probability of her stopping mid-battle, just because Zarya would glance her a grin and put a protective shield on her.

The overconfidence in the weightlifter was attractive, to say the least.

Her shirt was hiked up, revealing her bare stomach and the smallest hint of her bra under. Her head was tilted back and Zarya’s lips were latched onto her throat. It took all she could to hold her noises in- but one bite against a small spot under her jaw drove her crazy. Her lips parted and a gasp left her. An audible chuckle left Zarya and she continued, but a familiar voice rang throughout the empty factory.

“Personne n'échappe a mon regard.”

Mei’s eyes widened and before she could make a peep, Zarya’s hand covered her mouth.

“Sniper.” She whispered, keeping Mei’s mouth covered. “Be weary.”

(just so y’all know personne n'échappe a mon regard, is what widow says when she activates her visor to give her wall hacks ye.)

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