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It’s been a year since the day Vishkar fell, securing Satya Vaswani her freedom.
Since then it has never risen again, not properly at least. Small outcroppings attempt to pop up but end up shut down by locals wherever they go.
Overwatch, on the other hand, has flourished. Many powerful new members have joined from around the world and it had become a bastion of second chances. Even notorious people seemed interested in joining after seeing Overwatch take in Satya Vaswani and Hanzo Shimada.
Overwatch became the place of second chances. Satya at the helm of their redemption program, McCree and Genji her partners in that department.
But none of that was the focus of day.
Because today was the day of Satya and Fareeha’s wedding.
The two were separated right now, in their dressing rooms. Entirety of Overwatch gathered outside, right by the Gibraltar Rocket. Reinhardt waiting at the front in formal wear. Holding a book containing their vows. Ordained from an online religion, originally for Lena and Emily’s wedding but fully prepared to marry each and every Overwatch member willing to let him.
Satya had Mei, Winston, Genji and Efi all crammed into her dressing room. Her elaborate white and gold sari being perpetually fiddled with by Genji who seemed insistent that it look perfect, as per Satya's request. Elegant patterns because turned to ensure they face the right way by metal coated fingers.
Each of them was dressed in their own white outfits, Satya having not been all that concerned with only the brides wearing white and much more concerned with the aesthetic of it all. Mei and Efi in fluffy dresses, Winston and Genji with white tuxes pulled awkwardly over their uncooperative, atypical bodies.
“What if it doesn’t go right at all? What if Reinhardt forgets his lines? What if I forget my lines?” Satya worried as Genji started messing with her earrings, so they’d face the right way.
At her other side, Mei only laughed patting her arm, “Reinhardt has a book in his hands and the only words you need to know are ‘I do.’ Everything will be okay!”
Efi giggled behind her hands, “I bet Miss Fareeha is just as freaked out in her room.”
Being a genius, Efi was usually correct and absolutely hit the nail on the head.
On the other side, Fareeha was getting fretted over by Lena and Angela while Zarya and Jesse leaned against the wall. Fareeha’s dress was massive, she had truly taken the opportunity to look like a princess instead of a knight today. Tons of golden accents. All three of the girls match Mei and Efi over in Satya’s suite, McCree in a white suit as well. Much less issue getting one to fit him though. Not an animal, not covered in metal bits.
“What if I trip? I could rip my train or my veil or- worse- yet what if I land on Satya? Crush her? You know I get clusier in formal events!” Fareeha fretted, watching her hands disappear into her tulle nightmare dress.
“Then someone makes a joke about you not bein’ able to wait until you get her home, we all laugh, ya git up and the wedding proceeds,” Jesse laughed, smacking his knee.
Receiving another smack, much harder and on his arm, Angela hissed at him, “She’s not going to trip!”
Regardless of either woman’s concerns the music started up, Lucio sitting proudly at the piano which he’d practiced for days on. Never was a man for the classics but damned if he wasn’t going to be the one doing the music. Even if he had to learn piano to do it.
As the music started, everyone took their place. All the white donned bridesmaids and bridesmen took to the stage and stood waiting for the brides.
Satya came out first. There’d been a bit of a fuss about who would walk her up the aisle given her lack of family but eventually Torbjorn had made his case and was the one who got the honors. Even though she had to duck down quite a bit to hook her arm around his.
Her sari glistened under the bright lights until she was standing next to Reinhardt. For once intimidated by having an entire audience staring at her.
But the second Fareeha seemed to glide into view she immediately felt relief wash over her.
Guided by her mother, Fareeha seemed more robotic than Genji as she stiff legged it down the aisle, absolutely mortified now that she was actually doing it.
When she got about halfway down all eyes were still on her, except for one person. Fareeha herself. She watched the clawed hand reach up, roughly grab the back of Angela’s fluffy white dress and pull her off the stage. Muffling her mouth as she was replaced by a familiar figure.
Fareeha wasn’t entirely sure why or how Sombra had gotten an invitation, let alone knowing how the woman had managed to get the exact same white fluffy dress made. They were custom and everything.
But no matter what, Sombra was now standing there in Angela’s place. Securing that bridesmaid slot she’d coveted.
It only made Fareeha smile, nearly bursting into a laugh and she watched Angela being pulled off to the side to watch the rest of the ceremony by Moira. Being kicked by the very angry blonde woman as lowkey as possible, refusing to crash the wedding by throwing the fit she wanted to.
Satya just barely had time to notice the switch as Fareeha reached the podium and reached out to hold her hands as Reinhardt began to shout the ceremonial vows out to the crowd.
- - -
As the party was moved downstairs into the repurposed conference room and the meal was finished up, things really started going.
Lucio was much more at home here as loud techno started blaring and everyone started pairing off and dancing. Fareeha and Satya only currently holing up at their own little table, still munching on extra pieces of wedding cake.
“Hey, for like, our anniversary can we order one of these cakes but it’s just for us and we don’t share?” Fareeha leaned over to Satya to ask with hopeful eyes.
“Perhaps,” Satya tried not to laugh, “But maybe we share it. Just a little bit.”
“What, you don’t think I can finish an entire cake by myself?”
“I know you can but I also know you’ll eat yourself sick,” Satya said, patting her wife’s stomach, “Your self control is dodgy when it comes to sweets. I know that now.”
“Indulge me, my dear,” Fareeha teased, popping another bite in her mouth.
They were interrupted as the slight drunk woman slammed into their table, just light enough not to upset anything on it. Supporting herself on it, Sombra smarmily smiled at them as she borderline slurred, “I never got my invitation so I invited myself.”
“I saw that,” Fareeha replied, leaning on her hand, “A little surprised Angela hasn’t murdered you yet. Thought the fur would fly the second the ceremony was over.”
“Nah, I got someone distractin’ her,” Sombra jerked a thumb over her shoulder. Looking at where she was pointing, Fareeha and Satya could see that somehow despite being the one to drag Angela off stage, Moira had gotten her to dance with her. And Angela could have looked less happy about it.
“In our defense,” Satya replied, “We didn’t really have a way to get an invitation to you. You left us no way to contact you and didn’t reach out at all this year.”
“But speaking of invitations…” Fareeha grinned, “The one for you to join Overwatch is still open.”
“Nah, I think I’m gonna stay a free agent,” Sombra shook her head, “But if you go over and talk to my plus one you might be able to convince him. Old man still has a soft spot for you.”
At that, Sombra disappeared into the crowd, ready to drunkenly dance with whoever would have her.
“Old man?” Fareeha asked to no one in particular as Sombra had already disappeared.
Satya looked out in confusion at the crowd, “Was Moira not her plus one?”
“No, no, we invited Moira,” Fareeha asked, “Who did Sombra bri-”
She stopped midsentence as she noticed the figure lurking in the doorway, obscured by shadows and unnoticed by everyone but her. Barely recognizable, black smoke seeming to waft off him as he watched the party. Off his belt hung the skull mask, ready to cover his scarred face if need be.
Putting a hand on her new wife’s arm, Satya urged her to go talk to him, “Go on, I’ll wait out up top for you. I’m getting a bit overloaded anyways.”
Fareeha nodded before making her way through the distracted crowd to throw herself into Gabriel’s arms, tightly hugging him as the white dress and the black smoke threatened to mutually envelope each other.
- - -
It wasn’t long that Satya waited in the fresh air of the sea, legs dangling off the side as she looked out.
By now the moon had risen high in the sky, illuminating the rocket looming above as she waited. This was all so incredibly to her. Within just shy of two years, her entire life had turned around. She was no longer Vishkar’s tool, married to the love of her life, tons of friends and newfound family.
Everything was just… so perfect. Everything.
As footsteps tapped up the stairs she knew it was only going to become more perfect.
In a second, Fareeha was sliding next to her as they looked up at the stars above.
Pulling Satya close, Fareeha kissed her on the cheek before nuzzling her head against her, “I never thought I could be this happy.”
Wrapping her arms around Fareeha’s waist she smiled, “I never thought I could be happy, in general.”
“I love you, Satya.”
“I love you too, Fareeha.”
The moment was pristine. Their loved ones below, the stars twinkling above.
And the two of them together, peacefully, at long last.