I got into the Overwatch fandom and now I need to write a bunch of fanfiction. No smut just fluff, angst, memes, funny stories that come from the deepest depths of my mind, the 'what these characters would do' segments, and character x character.
Al...
(Also I'm Thanosing the story so it will be a bit different but the main story will be fine don't worry)
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Narrator Pov:
She didn't have much of a life to live, despite being born rich. Locked away from the outside world on her lonesome with her assigned butler. Her parents would be out on business trips or be locked up in their offices at home. Even at dinner, they would either be present or take their food into their offices. She was left alone with a plate full of hot food and her ominic bulter right beside her. The only thing that kept her there was the hope that maybe one day, they would be there with her.
That day never came.
Of course, a child that was so restricted wanted to create their own rules. Break the boundaries built on rules and order. She could pick up a fight with anything that breathed, didn't matter who.
"Mr. and Mrs.Caledonia, your daughter is suspended from school for hitting two of our students."
Of course, her parents were alarmed at first. They would put out a lengthy lecture from their asses and Ashe wouldn't listen. Why would she? Why do they even care about one little fight? Ashe never knew until she was 17 years old.
During the grand age of 17, her parents began to think of the future of their company and looked onto Ashe to inherit the company if they were to pass away. They began to reinforce the idea on her eighteenth birthday. Sitting at the table was a small cake, written Happy birthday Elizabeth in red frosting. Ashe looked up to see her mother and father walk in, her father holding a birthday card. She was confused and surprised to see them as they sat next to her at the wooden table.
"Happy Birthday Elizabeth." Her father handed her the card. It had a fancy design, calligraphy and all in a cursive font. Opening up the card, she expected at least fifty bucks in cash or a simple little note next to the saying inside. But in bold black in it stated this: Dear Elizabeth, for your present we decided to teach you the ropes about running a business so when we're gone, we can rest knowing it's all in good hands. Happy birthday, Mom and Dad."
Her eyebrows furrowed in anger, "Do you honestly think I want to run some stupid company?" Ashe mumbled under her breath.
"We're planning to put you through college first, maybe we could find one that will excuse your restraining orders." Her mom suggested.
"What if I don't want to work in your company, ever thought of that?" Ashe tried to hold back her fury in her voice.
"You're expected to, it's in your name Elizabeth. We already have your appointments planned out and everything." Ashe's Father smiled to himself at the thought of his company becoming more successful.
Ashe got up from her seat, hands formed into a fist. "To think that every year I waited for you guys to sit down with me and when ya'll finally do, it's to force me to be like you and call that a birthday present!"
