#Angela Zeigler

[ashmini]

Mercy and Moira in the hades artstyle!

[minteehell]

POV: you saw them watching you do stupid things at the beach.

*whistle whistle* LIFEGUARD LESBIANS LETS GOOOOOO!!

[faerileee]

PVE Ana, Fareeha, and Mercy interaction found by @cleartogether on Tumblr and Twitter!

[beeg3d]

The Birth of Mercy

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d do something along the lines of reader taking a hit for them? I was hoping for Mercy, kiriko, and junker queen. If that’s too many just mercy is fine! Feel free to ignore if this isn’t up your alley

Babes it is no problem at all, thank you for your request.

Mercy, Kiriko, and Junker Queen’s reaction to Reader getting shot on their behalf

Warnings: shooting, violence, near death experiences

Mercy

“We are taking on fire, I’ve got eyes on Angela, we need an evac route now-“ you where cut off as the ground exploded nearby. The omnic that sent the attack was huge, a tourette built into its chest and smaller impuls cannons on its shoulders.

The combat medic to your right was doing the best she could with her blaster, but it wasn’t quite sufficient. The omnic she did manage to land a hit on, took notice of her presence, b-lining for her cover.

“Angie! Go!” You made a break for the debris she was crouched behind, taking out the opposition closest to you as you went. The race between you and the omnic was dire and no one would stand in your way.

You shot at the robot as you went, never seeming to deter it as you scramble over rubble.

“Come here!” You had thrown down your bag, a small barrier forming around it as you continued. She hat gotten with in arms reach of you and you yanked her into your chest by her hand. Whipping her around, you shoved her into the barrier as you heard the omnic open fire.

The first shot hit your shoulder, the second, your back. You collapsed onto your knees, immediately reaching for the grenades in your pocket. You glance over at the Medic behind you, ‘it’s gonna be ok,’ you mouthed, before throwing whatever you had at the omnic, and dragging your body under the barrier with her.

She immediately started attempting to mend your wounds, putting pressure on your shoulder, “That was reckless, and stupid. Don’t ever risk yourself like that again.”

“No ‘thank you for saving my ass,’ huh?”

“No, because if you died out there and I couldn’t get to you I’d curse you forever,”you finally met her gaze, seeing the sincerity in her face, and the frustration in her eyes.

“I won’t, and I never will. Can’t meet the angels when I’m already bound to one,” you smiled and interlocked your fingers together, and that’s how you stayed until backup arrived.

Kiriko

You had decided to stay over at her apartment after an at home dinner date turned a bit steamy. You were curled up behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist as you slept.

You both stirred at the sound of glass breaking, and two distinct thuds sounding from the front room.

“Were you expecting someone?” You sat up, looking towards the door.

“No, but I’m guessing it’s those stupid yakuza from a few weeks back,” you both got out of bed, throwing on shirts and shorts before grabbing your weapons of choice, “How’d you get your hands on that?”

Kiriko watched as you pulled a pistol and silence from your bag, walking to the door as you threaded them together. She didn’t typically ask many questions about what you did, she just trusted you weren’t anything terrible.

“Called in a favor from a friend,” you shrugged and headed out first, sweeping the hall before heading to the front room.

You rounded the corner and were immediately met with a barrage of bullets, going back around the corner and crouching.

“Two gunmen, behind the kitchen counter.”

You both crawled your way behind the couch, taking opposite ends, in order to separate them. As soon as you aimed was as soon as you where shot, the bullet tipping through your bicep and making you drop the gun.

“Shit!” You picked the gun up in your other hand and shot back four times, each shot hitting you assailant’s chest, “how’s it coming on your end?”

You watched in awe as your girlfriend threw the last of her kunai, it burrowing itself into the neck of her attacker.

“All is good now- you are hurt,” she chided you as an ofuda appeared in her hand.

“Nothing but a flesh wound. You know it’s not the worst I’ve gotten.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” she laid the glowing paper over the bullet wound, it dissolving as quickly as it was placed.

“So,” you look up at her and flex your arm a bit, “do you want to handle these now, or do I call my cleaners and they will be here in 20?”

“Call them anyway, we will get started. I don’t like blood sitting in the carpet that long.”

Junker Queen

“Alrighty you scavengers, scumbags and assorted Junkers!” You stood on the rotating pedestal, mic in hand as you faced the crowd in its entirety, “You know what tonight is, you know what you're here for! The Reckoning is here and all of your competitors are more than ready for battle!”

The crowd cheered as you went through your welcome, introducing each of the opponents as you made your way out of the ring.

“Tonight, as usual,” you had stopped in front of a large Garage door, it slowly lifting to reveal Odessa, “the crown is up for grabs, and as your Matron of Affairs,” you leant up, taking the crown off her head and placing it on your own, “I will be holding onto it till a winner is confirmed.”

“You know, if you wanted to wear the crown you could just ask,” Dez bent down and whispered to you.

“Why would I do that when I get to wear it here?” You plopped yourself on the throne behind her, blowing her a kiss and bringing the mic back to your lips, “if all the challengers are ready, then I say it’s a go!”

You watched as everyone immediately hopped into action, commentating on each of the blows traded between fighters.

The power and rage exuding from the ring was already immense, but with a few choice words you knew you could get the pot boiling a whole lot faster.

“Well tonight doesn’t look so promising! Will these flimsy foes bring your Queen to her knees?” You held the mic out to hear a few gnarly cheers and boos come back to you, a smile coming to your lips as you egged on the crowd, “or will my knight in rusty armor return once more to the place she belongs?”

“We want to see some blood!”

“Quit fighting like a bunch of broads!”

“You’ve got nothing on the Queen!”

Bingo. One by one the comments flew in, like gnats in the face of a bull. One wouldn’t do much on its own, but dozens? This will give you the entertainment you want, and your girlfriend the fight she has been itching for.

Metal flew, noses were broken, teeth were scattered and you were reveling in it. A pile had amassed on the floor, injured bodies and weapons alike joining the mass as Dez plowed through the competition, sending you little winks and smiles throughout the match.

After the last man fell, you stood from the throne, extending a hand to your girlfriend.

“We all knew it was coming but never this soon! It must be record time!” As Odessa made her way to you, neither of you noticed the last man moving, ever so slightly.

“Your Reckoning Champion, for yet another time, your Junker Quee-“ the crowd went quiet before you realized what had happened, Odessa had rushed to your side, holding you up as you put your hand on the wound.

“You bitch! You ruined my commentary!” You put pressure on the gunshot wound, falling to your knees with the woman who anchored you by your side.

“One of yous better get some help or I start taken heads to bowl with!” She boomed out to the crowd, several of the junkets getting up t from their seats, possibly to leave, possibly to help.

As soon as someone came to your aid, she let you go, leaning you in their hands.

“You can take my crown, my city, and my life,” the anger that surrounded her body could make ever the toughest men quiver, “but you shot my woman? Why is that? Where you aiming for me, and just missed completely? I think you are just stupid enough for that to possibly be the situation, right?”

She had gotten with in inches of this man, Carnage appearing in her hand at a frightening speed, “But I think, you are so dumb, you decided to shoot the messenger, so no one could win? Hmm? Am I getting it right?”

The man shuttered, putting his head down and shaking his head.

“I don’t like that answer,” she threw the ax down next to him, his whole body quivering, “try that again.” He didn’t say anything, keeping his head down, “I said, try it again!”

Her foot collided with his chest and he was on the ground in an instant, his hands scrambling for purchase. She crouched before him, the tip of her knife coming to his chin.

“She is gonna make it out alive, I know that. But if she needs a few organs to do it, I’ll rip you apart to start looking for ‘em. Got it?” He was crying at this point, nodding his head profusely.

“Good. Don’t go anywhere,” she gave him a wink, Medford using the handle of her knife to knock him out, standing up and pushing his limp body away with her foot.

[yourfavereminds]

Mercy reminds you to do your daily click for Palestine

BE SURE TO HAVE ADBLOCK OFF BEFORE CLICKING

[leonhardt-simp]

Kiriko and Mercy with a Short S/O

[canonverse] | headcanons

author’s note: IM TRYING OUT A NEWISH LAYOUT LMAO. Also wanna thank the homie Mage for requesting, I appreciate you. 🛴💕

reblogs welcomed ! : requests : open !

MERCY.

MERCY WITH A SHORT S/O?? I can absolutely see her trying her hardest not to find you absolutely adorable in her eyes. She likes to remain professional after all.

She offers to help you if you struggle to reach for certain things, she will hold off a little just to watch you try though. She likes to see you try before you start climbing furniture.

“Do you need help with that, liebling?”

If your feet dangle off a chair or slightly are off the ground when you sitting together, she will always smile to herself cause she thinks it’s the cutest thing.

“I think your height makes you an easier catch. I will sweep you off your feet much easier.”

She doesn’t look like it but she teases you. Expected it a lot more when it’s just the both of you.

She loves to have you sit in her lap, mostly so she can rest her chin on your shoulder while she takes a break from work.

“Should I start measuring you ever month?”

She absolutely finds you charming no matter your height but she can’t deny that she’s very attracted to how you work.

The height difference definitely makes it easier for her to sneak in pecks whenever you both are alone since she’s a private lover.

If you’re standing together?? She’s quietly comparing your height to her whenever you’re not looking.

The type of girl to compare hand sizes just as an excuse to be able to hold your hand. She was shy to ask you.

“liebling, I think you got just a bit taller.”

“You think so?”

“Or maybe, you just got cuter.”

She definitely is the type to rest her hand on your shoulder whenever you’re near, the height definitely helps with that.

Mercy loves you and your height, even if she can’t spot you easily in a crowd, she’s very happy to call you hers.

KIRIKO.

Kiriko is a menace. I can see her being the type to move stuff to a higher place just so you have to ask her for help.

“Kiri? Can you help me get this?”

“On my way!”

Piggyback rides for days, she just loves having her small gremlin near. Nothing makes her warmer than just you holding onto her.

She is a playful banter type, I can see her definitely calling you a name and you both just go back and forth before you’re both just shutting each other up with a kiss.

“You’re kissing me to shut me up, ne?”

“Yeah, your beanstalk self won’t let me live.”

“No, I will. I just love how cute and small you are.”

She’s always standing behind you like a guardian almost, but it’s mostly cause she loves to wrap her arms around your neck from behind.

Sneaky bastard when it comes to stealing kisses, she’s a fox after all.

Likes it whenever you have to hold onto her whenever you both are walking together, she just knows you’re doing cause you don’t wanna lose her.

“You good to keep up?”

“Yeah, I just need to hold onto you.”

You wearing baggy clothes makes her absolutely swoon, mostly if it’s anything she’s given you. She just enjoys the difference in height.

Lean on her whenever you’re both together and expect to be held in close. She loves it a lot more if you both just lean on one another whenever you’re both waiting on something.

In all seriousness though, she finds you absolutely gorgeous in her eyes. Your height just adds to the cuteness.

Please let her rest her chin on your head. She’s gonna do it anyways.

[plagarosada]

its been a while since i fully colored something!

[wormart]

based on true events

[hisacookie]

I feel like the only times Junkrat is quiet for a longer than normal period of time is usually when hes thinking something completely irrelevant to the main topic and it usually goes something like this;

Junkrat; *Staring off into space, thinking really hard*

Mercy; *Genuinely Concerned as this is indeed the longest he's been this quiet and had any chance of getting his vitals checked* "Uh, Jamison?"

Junkrat; *nervous* "I-If...."

Mercy; *starting to worry* "If what?"

Junkrat; *looks Mercy dead in the eyes* "If ya drop soap on the floor is the floor clean or is the soap dirty?"

Mercy; "......"

Roadhog; *pats her shoulder* "You'll get used to it."

[sleepyfaequeen]

Little Accidents

Chapter: 1

Warnings: xfem!reader, reader is in her early 20s, Jack Morrison is bisexual for story purposes. Don't like that, don't read. I don't think I have to explain that it's fanfiction and shouldn't be taken seriously. If that triggers you, do not read this fic.

A/n: Unsure who I should ship reader with but we shall see.

Summary: You find out something that you shouldn't have found out, but here we are. That's what you get for eavesdropping.

Song:

(Y/n) had become a part of Blackwatch for a few months now, and the constant training was always different, but joining Overwatch had become her dream. When she joined as a soldier, she was surprised that she would soon be joining a black ops group who was hand-picked by Commander Reyes himself. To work under someone who's well respected and knows what he's doing was a big honor. Not only that, but for some reason, she had noticed Commander Morrison has been watching over their training exercises. He would actually even compliment her. It surprised her at first, but she knew he probably did that to those he saw with potential. She always saw him talking to Gabriel in the distance, arguing about something, but regardless, it always seemed to calm down.

Today, she was walking to Commander Reyes' office to return some needed files that needed to be filled out and given to Doctor Moira. But she stopped in her tracks as soon as she heard Reyes and Morrison arguing. She knew it was bad to eavesdrop but she did it anyway.

"Absolutely not." Reyes' gruff voice came.

"I'm not asking you. I'm demanding that she be removed from you're squad." Jack could be heard sounding angry and less composed than he usually did.

"Why would I do that?" Gabriel shifts in his seat as he crosses his arms.

"Why?" She leans in, her curious blue eyes looking inside. Seeing Jack turn as he rubs a gloved hand over his face as he takes a moment to answer. "You got my kid in there."

".. What?" Gabriel tilts his head, seeming confused.

"I had a fling when I was young and.." He explains and Gabriel just laughs.

"Is it Cassidy?" Reyes jokes to which Jack scoffs.

"No, it's obvious who." The two lock eyes and (Y/n) can't help but jump as she feels a hand touch her arm. Seeing Captain Amari there made her completely freak out.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? You look like you seen a ghost." She looks down at her concerned, and (Y/n) can't help but tighten her grip on the stack of papers in her gloved hands.

"No, I'm honestly fine..!" She could hear the two Commanders approaching the doorway and she quickly, shoves the papers into her chest before running down the hall and into the elevator as she turns she could see Commander Jack looks down the hall, her way, as the doors shut with a ding of the elevator.

She felt her heart beating so fast and her head spinning as she felt her entire face in a cold sweat. As the elevator stops, she finds herself aimlessly walking around. She wasn't sure what time it was when she found herself within the Blackwatch members' corridor room. She found her fingers shaking as she kept mistyping her own room code with multiple beeps being heard. She exhales as she stops herself for a moment.

Something about the new girl was off today. She looked rather tense, or at least that is what Genji's eyes could tell. To him, she was just another member, another teammate. A freak but she looked much more normal than the rest of them. More normal than him. Though he usually avoided conversations so he never thought of talking to her or much of anyone. Unless absolutely necessary circumstances. He resented them all for being.. human. It reminded him of what he was not. Of what was taken away from him.

The days in Overwatch was always the same. Everyday, to him, went by quickly and was just as empty as usual. Genji had his own routine like anyone else: training, meetings, more training, then showers. Perhaps the best part of his day. He was always grateful to feel the warmth of the shower against his torn flesh. Unlike his added cybernetic side, it could feel. He walked down the halls to the Blackwatch private quarters, with his towel hanging over and around his neck. Only in his gym shorts as his augments were showing. Stopping as he watched her fumble with her door passcode. "Needing help or something?" He asked her softly as he was more curious today about her expression. He was surprising himself since he rarely talked to other people, but she looked like she could use a hand.

She almost bit her own tongue as the robotic voice had startled her. Her head turning and her eyes blinking away any sort of distress as her fingers fumbled with the key card.

"Uh.. I.. I think I got it." Again, the beeping was still denying her access to her own quarters. She lowers her head as she steps aside and gestures for him to have a try. "Have at it. I swear I forget sometimes." She looks at him as she smiles and rubs the back of her neck as she hands him her keycard. "Code is 8170."

She never knew the cyborg ninja guy even talked. Well, he could she just has never really talked to him before. Only during missions there was usually nothing but nods or hand gestures. He would sigh or scoff and with the plate over his mouth it sounds more robotic. She's heard stories from others around the base and how he was so skilled. Some people would even think he was hard to look at but no one would dare tell him to his face. Honestly, with Genji's red cybernetic eyes, he looked like he could kill someone easily and he probably could. She didn't know him much but she knew he was usually a quiet guy and he seemed to like his solitude. Sometimes, Cassidy would talk to him and she swore Genji would roll his eyes but endure McCree's rambling.

His hand moved to type in the code after memorizing it and her repeating it quietly. His breathing could be heard from behind his mask as he typed in the last few digit numbers. The door to her room sliding open with a small green light on the keypad. He steps back and hands her the keycard.

"The codes are picky, sometimes you have to type them in slow." He said as his eyes looked at her for a mere moment in silence as he stepped back. Turning to walk to his own room as he takes out his own keycard.

".. Training will be early tomorrow." He said as he got to his own door and typed in his own code.

"Yeah.." she said as she steps inside her room and watches Genji walk over to him before her eyes met his. "Thank you, I'll be seeing you.. tomorrow." She said and he gives her a nod before heading into his room before pressing a button to let the doors close and lock and she did the same.

She sighs as she hangs her head low before going to her desk and immediately went to look at an old photo of her and her mother. Her mother never had the chance to tell her much about her father but the fact she unintentionally found him wasn't a coincidence. She just hoped whatever led them towards each other wasn't for the worst.

[aphmcu-mha]

I don’t know if I should ship Gency or Pharmercy. I like both because they’re both incredibly cute but I’m conflicted. I could ship both but for some reason it feels wrong😭

[tashdemetriou]

Doctor Angela Ziegler | Mercy

↳ somebody call the whambulance

[overwatchfics]

may i please request headcanons of Cole Cassidy or Mercy comforting their gn!s/o who deals with controlling parents/parents who hover over their life, or have a parent that would be their best friend but would turn around and be mean.

the past few texts i’ve received from my mom have been quite negative and it feels very smothering and bad on my mental health.

thank you 🫶🏾✨

A/N: I'll do both for you anon! I'm sorry you're going through that, it's never an easy feat my friend. Stay positive and stay safe it won't be forever anon you'll be free soon enough. You have my support anon! ❤️🫶💪stay strong!

Legit ran away from home 3 years ago so I can sympathize with not so great parenting

Cassidy

Cole left his family behind, so he knows how necessary a break is needed.

You wake up to pebbles being thrown at your window.

There's Cole with a goofy smirk on his face and a cigar in his hand.

Hey there pumpkin!

Looking behind him, you see Ashe's stolen motorbike sitting pretty with an extra helmet attached.

Cassidy opens his arms and motions for you to drop from your window.

With a leap of faith, you jump into his arms.

After catching you Cassidy lands on his ass grumbling on how it looked better in the movies.

You can bet this cowboy takes you out for a ride to a local western themed club, and you know what his goofy Yee-haw ass is taking you out square dancing (even if he ain't the best at it, he'll do whatever to cheer you up!)

After some dancing, Cassidy orders some food and sitting down at one of the booths he'll talk to you about what's going on at home. If there's not much you can do, he'll find ways to break you out of there when he can and smother you in his sweet yeehaw kisses.

Mercy

The best listener fr.

She's your doctor, so your parents can trust you with her (hypothetical universe please)

But what they don't know is one checkup is actually getting you away from them and out to a restaurant by a harbor.

While waiting for foods she challenges you to a mobile game of your choice

She's losing, but she'll do anything to see you smile and leave that family tension weight behind for at least a day or two with her

I SWEAR TO GOD, MERCY LOVES FISH N CHIPS AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

god she's doing the airplane spoon to make you laugh, and honestly this image has me cackling.

Tells you about her latest patients and stories of Genji accidentally punching himself when he was getting used to his cybernetics

After for some good seafood she'll take you to her flat and sit you down by the couch, and if the mood's grown somber, she's pulling you into her arms and carding her fingers through your hair and rubbing your temples soothingly.

Has a weighted blanket you two can share.

[beeg3d]

Pharmercy - Morning Glow

Link in bio for uncensored version

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Hey, so happy to see request open I really enjoy your work.

could I request prompt number 5 on the sfw fluff list and number 13 from either sfw and nsfw list. With Widowmaker and Mercy separate please.

Thank you so much and have a good night.

Thank you for your request hun!

5. “Do you think me a fool?”

13. “Do you mind if I stick around?” “I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

I hope you like them! I tried my best!!

Mercy

You had gotten back from a failed recon mission. Most of the team were fine, nothing but a few cuts and bruises, but you had gotten yourself banged up after having to fight an omnic head on.

“I swear to you, every time you go out there there is so much more for me to do,” Angela waved her finger at you, but the mirth in her voice as she grabbed what she needed let you know you weren’t in any trouble.

“And who would I be if I didn’t support my local medical practitioner?” You tilted your head at her, a smile coming to your lips. She looked back at you with a similar one, letting out a laugh at the sentiment.

“Support is coming to conferences with me, not letting me practice my stitch work and bandaging, you come around far too often. I may have to intervene and ask the higher ups to send you on easier missions.”

You placed your hand on your chest and let out an exasperated gasp, “Do you think me a fool doctor? It’s not my fault I’m so shootable, plus, even Jack is reeling from this one! It’s not just me!”

“Yes, I know,” she cups your cheek, giving it a small pat and pulling you closer by your chin, “but I’ve gotten extremely close to losing you, and I don’t want you to leave me in my own office.”

Her tone change caught you off guard. She was genuinely worried. You took her hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs over her knuckles.

“I won’t,” you meant it, you could never leave her, “if it makes you feel better, I’ll dial it back out there.”

She wordlessly nodded, coming forward to embrace you. Her touch was gentle, wary of your wounds but still managing to mold perfectly into you.

“Do you mind if I stick around for a bit? I just want to stay like this for a while longer.”

“I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

Widow

Repo day was one of the hardest days for your crew, all of Talon’s field agents brought in their weapons to be recalibrated, repaired, and sometimes even rebuilt. With you being the head of your department, you had a list of the weapons you’d be taking care of personally, while the grunts did all of the… well, grunt work.

“Hey boss!” One of your subordinates jogged up to you as you were headed back from a coffee run, “you’ve got a guest in your office.”

You thanked the man and headed off, opening the door to the one woman you try to get down here every chance you get.

“Amelie? Since when do you show your face during repo day? I thought your rifle would ‘never need fixing as long as it was in your hands’,” you smiled, sitting behind your desk and stirring the mug you had in hand. In all your time together she has only let you touch her rifle once. She liked the maintenance process of it, and you weren’t one to displease her.

“The handlers who unloaded my gun and visor dropped them when unpacking the drop ship. I took a look at them but even I can’t fix it.”

“My wife? Admitting defeat! My, how you’ve changed,” your smile grew into a devious grin as you set down your mug and moved around the desk to get a good look at her equipment.

“Do you think me a fool? I am not admitting anything, seeking other options is just optimizing my success rate,” you could feel the eye roll she gave from behind you as you opened the cases.

“The outside seems ok,”you turned to the assassin, aiming the gun at her forehead, “the scope is completely shot to shit. Did they beat it with a hammer after dropping it?”

Amelie pushed the muzzle away from her face with a scowl, “you should be the first to know not to point weapons at people.”

“The clip is in the case and if I wanted you dead you’d be on the floor,” you blew her a kiss and patted her cheek, “I’ll take a look and have it out before lunch, how does that sound?”

“I would love to be able to just go and have a day to myself, but I would feel better if I watched and learned how to do this myself,” her hand came over your shoulder as you fiddled with her visor watching it try and fail to close,”do you mind if I stayed?”

You shrugged and set the helmet down on your desk,“I would say I need ‘total concentration’ and ‘solitude’,” you turned around in her arms a hand snaking around her waist, “but I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t be going anyway Mon Ceur, I will not take no for an answer.”