I feel like Genji gets a kick out of a sligtly drunk Angela, there’s always that air of concern but I think he has a bit of fun with it because it’s normally the other way around. I think it would be funny if he told she did something and she’s like ‘I did that?!’ And then he’s like ‘nah.... but you did do this’
He definitely does find drunk Angela amusing, just because she’s usually so composed and formal. But he hates not being around when she does drink though, because he worries, of course.
Genji: You puked all over some poor girl last night.
Angela: *puts a hand over her mouth* I did not…
Genji: Yeah, I’m just messing with you. You did call me ‘your carrot boy’ though.
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Do you know that scene in age of ultron where Tony and Thor are listing their S/O's achievements like they were arguing over who was better? (youtube video: Jane or Pepper?) Imagine that but with McCree and Genji talking about Angela and Olivia XD. With McCree just like "Olivia's better"
Oh my gosh, that’s perfect
Tracer: Where are the ladies tonight?
Genji: Angela’s at a conference giving a speech about her groundbreaking healing technology.
McCree: I’m not even sure where Sombra is. She’s probably blackmailing some terrible multi-billion dollar company from harming innocent people.
Genji: There’s been rumors that Angela’s going to receive a noble prize for her work.
McCree: There are literally hundreds of secrets Sombra knows that could take down half the most powerful people on the planet in one swoop.
Hey Ribbon! Good morning to you! I’ve had this idea dancing around since your attempts fic and wondered whether you’d agree with it? when it’s near dawn And Genji is sure Angela is asleep, he goes to her lab to see for himself what Mercy and Moira were doing. He sees the syringe with the fluid Mercy nearly injected herself with as well as the test results from other failed experiments. (1/2)
He sees Moira coming and hides in the shadows, he hears her comment on Mercy’s weak will and watches her take the syringe and place it away for safer keeping. He then confronts her again about manipulation, Moira then remarks she should’ve known she wouldn’t go through with it when the dragon still guards the angel, that Genji has a strong influence on her. (2/2) I’d like to hear your thoughts on this if you have time :)
I can see this as Genji is very on edge after Mercy tells the truth about her project. Moira is not someone he wants around Mercy, especially after what he just found out.
Moira: I had a suspicion it was you who stopped Mercy’s progression. But, what do it matter to you what she does with her experiments?
Genji: Progress? You pushed her to test a dangerous drug on herself.
Moira: I only pushed her to see the benefits of self-healing upon herself. If she were to test the serum on herself, it was her choice.
Genji: Stay away from her, Moira. I will not warn you a second time.
Moira: You’re very protective of your doctor, Genji.
Genji: …
Moira: In any case, she already cut me from her project. So, wish granted. It’s a shame though, we could have created something groundbreaking.
I Don’t Feel The Cold With You (Overwatch, Genji, Mercy)
It was my pleasure to contribute 3 pics for the Gency zine Where The Wind Takes Us, and this one is set in St Petersburg / Volskaya Industries. This was the last one I attempted and a pinch-hit piece. Although somewhat rushed, I’m happy it made the cut.
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Falling In Falling Out Ch 2: Two Soldiers and an Angel
Twelve hours.
Twelve hours of fighting to save one life before they finally found the piece of shrapnel that had nearly killed Thomas. Barely two inches, the jagged piece of metal had torn its way through a lung and nicked his heart before nestling itself against his spine. Thomas had nearly bleed out in the ambulance and again on the operating table but according to her staff Angela had performed another miracle. The Angel of Zurich had saved another innocent soul and she was exhausted. Angela bid goodnight to Thomas’s parents, receiving another round of tearful hugs, telling them she’d be back in the morning to see how Thomas responded to surgery and the nano-biotics.
A morning that was coming fast and as much as Angela wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep – she couldn’t. Tomorrow she was forced to face miles of red tape and bureaucracy to make sure her hospital could get the funding it needed desperately. The Omnic Crisis had finally taken its toll. Though everyone said the fighting was over the wounds inflicted from the war still bled. Patients were still pouring in with limbs and bodies torn apart from mines, gunfire and worse. Thomas was one such patient: one second, he was playing happily with friends and the next he was fighting for his life on Angela’s operating table.
Bile rose in Angela’s throat as images of charred rubble and smoke filled her head, her back ached as she felt her spinal implants shift. “Verdammt.”
“Miss Angela?”
Angela pushed away from the wall smiling softly, “Sorry Maria, just got really tired all of a sudden.”
Her secretary’s arched brow said she didn’t believe her lie but she didn’t push. “I hope you haven’t been overworking yourself again. You know you’re no good to this hospital if you collapse from overworking yourself.”
“I know Maria, but I can’t,” Angela chuckled tiredly. “Not until after this proposal, the hospital needs it.”
Maria hummed in agreement, using a knuckle to tap at her tablet. The two walked in silence, enjoying the rare peace and quiet as the hospital prepared for the night. Nurses were making their final rounds before passing the baton to the night shift and Angela bid goodnight to those they passed.
“By the way you have a last-minute appointment tonight.”
“Oh?”
Maria smirked. “Yes, I told them they could come tomorrow with an actual appointment, but they were quite persistent that they saw you today or should I say tonight.”
Angela already could feel the signs of headache forming at her tone. “Was this ‘meeting’ the urgent news they paged me for during Thomas’s surgery?”
“Apparently one of them gave poor Gabby quite a fright when she told them you were unavailable.”
“I’m going to need a caffeine drip to get through this aren’t I?”
“Yup.”
“Great.”
When Angela entered her office, armed with a fresh cup of coffee, she had expected to find some bloated old business men, like those currently on her hospital board. Narcissistic and with more money than sense, who loved to look down their noses at her because of her age and her sex. She had prepared herself for a fight on how she ran her hospital or along the lines of them trying to sell her snake oil. What she hadn’t prepared for were the two very attractive men in uniform lounging comfortably on her sofa and sipping coffee.
‘I’m going to need a much bigger cup of coffee.’
“Gentlemen,” Angela greeted, polite mask in place as she reached out her hand. “Forgive me for being so late, I hope you weren’t waiting long?” She smiled- all teeth. The darker of the two cocked his head but Angela kept her eyes on the man who stood to greet her, for now.
“Jack Morrison ma’am,” Jack greeted, “and no we weren’t waiting long.” His hand was warm as it enveloped hers, too warm the doctor in her noted. She took her seat behind her desk facing the two men. The blonde man, Jack, took a seat in front of her desk, but the other Angela noticed remained on her sofa. One arm thrown across the back, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles casually enjoying his coffee. It was throwing Angela for a loop because he obviously was a soldier (they both were) and judging from his uniform he was of high rank- higher than Jack even. Yet it seemed he had no intention of participating what-so-ever and Angela couldn’t decide if she was relieved or more on edge because of it. Mentally kicking herself, Angela turned her attention back to Jack.
‘One battle at a time, Angela.’
“So, Jack, to what do I owe the pleasure of Overwatch’s poster child coming to visit this fine…” she glanced at her watch. “… night.”
A muffled snort came from her sofa, but Angela kept her eyes on the man shifting nervously in his seat like a child who has gotten caught doing something he shouldn’t. Angela couldn’t help but feel a small seed of pride at Jack’s discomfort and she almost felt sorry for so blatantly throwing his script out the window. Key word- almost.
“Well Miss Zieglar-”
“Doctor, Mr. Morrison.”
“Doctor Zieglar, as you may have guessed we have come as representatives of Overwatch,” Jack straightened in his seat and reached into his jacket, pulling out a thumb drive. Angela arched a brow as he handed it to her and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
‘Seriously, whatever happened to good ole’ paper files.’ Plugging it in, immediately her holo-screens popped up with the Overwatch logo front and center. She tapped it and dozens of files filled the screen with dozens of pictures showing different facilities, agents in action and several PR images. Angela vaguely realized Jack had started talking again but her attention remained solely on the data filling her screens.
Gabriel had to admit when he and Jack were sent out on this “recruitment” mission he was firmly against it. Yes, Angela Zeiglar had an impressive resume, being a genius and currently the youngest chief of surgery ever would do that, but she was still a civilian and civvies didn’t belong on the frontlines.
So, when a little slip of a woman stepped in armed with the largest cup of coffee he’d ever seen and held herself with all the grit of a soldier walking into battle. Gabriel admitted he may have jumped the gun a little bit. Especially after she pulled the rug out from under Jack so hard, he was still trying to pick his ass off the ground. The poster child jab having nearly made him snort his coffee and he was certainly filing that one away for later. He knew Ana would get a kick out of it.
He was intrigued. He wanted to see what she would do next and see what made the Angel of Zurich tick. Gabriel could already see she wasn’t hearing a word that Jack was saying, her focus entirely on the files in front of her. Jack didn’t seem to notice or seem to care as he continued to give the recruitment speech they’d been ordered to give- like the good boy scout he was. Time for some reconnaissance. Easing up from the sofa he moved to the back of the room towards the coffee machine, casually looking around as he went. One side of the office he could see the usual medical certificates, awards and books displayed in a neat and orderly fashion. While the other side of the room… was organized chaos.
A drafting table and another desk was shoved into the corner, stacked with an assortment of files, papers and empty coffee mugs. A laptop sat amongst the clutter with the image of a cabin by a lake surrounded by flowers and snow-capped mountains played across the screen. He could see dozens of diagrams and charts covered in scribbled gibberish as he filled his mug. However, the drafting table caught his attention as he could make out the blueprints of some kind of staff and pieces of what could be armor. Interesting.
“I’d appreciate it if you would quit snooping through my things,” Gabriel snapped his eyes away from the drawings, “Mr. Morrison, you can save your breathe I’ve seen enough.”
The blue of the holo-screens made the Angel of Zurich look more like an ice queen, her frigid gaze chilling to the bone, posed and ready to pass her judgement. “Tell me, is this how much you and Overwatch believes a life is worth?”
Jack shifted warily, “Ma’am?”
Angela swiped her hand and the screens vanished, “From the fifty pages of, to be frank, complete schwachsinn. You are trying to buy my life.”
“No ma’am, we aren’t-”
“For the last time, it’s doctor,” Angela replied, voice of pure ice. Jack’s jaw shut with a snap and Gabriel could feel his heart quicken. “I’ve spent years full of sleepless nights, blood, sweat and tears to create something to help people. This research is my life and I refuse to let some militaristic group take it and twist it into a weapon. No amount of money is going to change that.
Now I believe I have entertained you gentlemen long enough and I have a meeting with my board of directors to prepare for,” she pulled out the thumb drive with a snap of her wrist. “So take your bid and see yourselves out.”
Jack rose slowly from his seat and Gabriel had never seen a more whipped man in his life, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He laughed.
It started with a chuckle but soon he was reduced to full hysterics. Chest heaving as he tried to contain his mirth which only made him laugh harder. It was a miracle he hadn’t dropped his coffee Gabriel was laughing so hard. Jack barked his name in warning, but he just waved it aside. “Jack, why don’t you go on ahead,” Gabriel wheezed, whipping a tear from his eye. “Let me have a word with the good doctor.”
Jack grit his teeth but Gabriel kept his eyes on the woman who was watching him warily with her brow scrunched at his display. “I promise to behave but its obvious your country boy charm isn’t going to work on the good doctor,” Gabriel smirked as the doctor arched a brow, “So maybe a more direct approach will.”
“I’ll promise to keep my weapons holstered if you do.” Angela smiled with too much teeth, glancing pointedly at his hip and Jacks. Gabriel’s smirk grew.
“Good to hear, doc.”
Jack pursed his lips, he didn’t like this one bit but turning to Angela he murmured a polite goodnight. Giving Gabriel a last warning look he left the office, the door closing with a click like the cock of a gun.
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Long ago, there was a small kingdom ruled by a just Emperor and his kind Empress. Under their rule the kingdom prospered- fathers could feed their families and mothers didn’t lose their sons to war. All was well, except for one thing; there was no heir to the throne. The Emperor and Empress had longed for a child for many a season, but each attempt the Empress’s womb remained empty.
“I fear the problem lies within me,” the Empress said mournfully, her words lost in the empty throne room. “We have prayed to the gods for a child, but they continue to deny us. Perhaps this is a sign that I am not fit to stay by your side, my love.”
“Nonsense!” the Emperor replied, stepping down from his throne to kneel before his wife. Taking here hand he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “We just need time. One cannot force nature and only you can be my Empress.”
For a time, this granted peace to the Empress but after another season passed with no promise of life in her belly, her spirit began to wane. As her health began to deteriorate, the Emperor became desperate to save his wife. However, when healers and magi failed, he turned to the gods. Praying to them night after night, asking them for mercy. On the fifth night, as the Emperor lit incense and knelt before the alter, his prayers were interrupted by the rustle of feathers and talons clicking across the alter.
Looking up the Emperor was stunned by the vermillion bird perched among the incense offerings. Swan-like in size, the bird’s feathers seemed to glow under the torch light; flecked with gold all the way down to the thick fan of its tail where the feathers were topped with emerald green. The same deep green as its eyes that were watching the emperor intently. Tilting its head, the Emperor swore it looked like it was pondering something.
“You seemed troubled, your majesty.” The bird spoke, voice a warm timber.
“Yes, m-my lord,” the Emperor bowed deeply, the hairs on his neck stood up and his tongue ran dry. “My wife is ill, and none can cure what ails here.”
The bird hummed, the Emperor peeked up through his lashes to see it looking beyond him. “Ah, I can see why. For there is no medicine, nor magic to heal a broken heart.” It spoke at last. “Raise your head, Emperor.” Licking his lips the Emperor warily met the eyes of the vermillion bird.
“You and your wife have been loyal to your people and have shown great faith in the gods. Instead of raising a sword in malice, you extend a hand of compassion, creating a kingdom of peace that many can only dream of.”
The Emperor could only stare in awe as where once was a bird- there was now a man. Dark skin wrapped in rich silks of crimson and gold that made the warm blue of his eyes shine. White-gold hair braided with vermilion feathers, golden chains and jade beads tumbled across his broad shoulders to curl at his waist.
“I have lived for over a millennium, watching as humanity has grown for good but as it also favors violence.” The now revealed god knelt before the Emperor, taking a hand in both of his. “For so long I feared that my blessings would disappear from this world, but your family has given me hope that humanity will finally know mercy.”
Golden light began to cover the gods dark skin, sparkling around him like stardust. “Your wish for a child shall be granted and your love’s heart will be whole once more.” The god smiled as tears of joy spilled down the Emperor’s cheeks. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything!” The Emperor clung to the god’s hands bowing his head to press his brow to their joined hands.
“This world, with all its wonder and beauty, is still full of shadows of evil. Teach your child the virtues of this world. Teach it the ways of kindness, love and mercy,” the god gripped his hands tighter. “Teach it that strength does not lie within the pen or the sword but in the one who chooses which to wield.”
“Yes, my lord,” the Emperor bowed deeply, hands holding tight as stardust danced around them.
“Now go to your wife, your majesty.”
Bowing before the god once more, tears of joy and prayers of thanks on his lips, the Emperor ran from the temple. Leaving the god alone surrounded by stardust and incense smoke. He smiled after the Emperor, his joy and love filling his heart with warmth. Pain flared across his back and he glanced at his wings, watching as another feather fell and turned to gold dust.
“I know you’re there, my brothers,” he sighed, falling back to lean against the alter. “Please come out so I may see you one last time.”
Black smoke creeped across the tiles like dark fingers- twisting and clawing the air as it rose to take shape. “Why?” the shadowy figure rasped, stepping forward to reveal a dark scarred face and broad shoulders clad in black armor speckled with rubies like drops of blood. “You’re killing yourself for humans, why?!”
“Gabriel,” another spoke, stepping out of the light with armor of gold and silver. “It’s Zadkiel’s choice, we can’t take that away.”
Gabriel snarled at his brother. “Like hell we can’t! I am not going to stand here and watch our brother die.” Smoke began to gather in his palm.
“Brother don’t.” Zadkiel said weakly, pulling himself up on shaking legs. “You may be the god of death, but you are not its master… and you cannot stop this.” More feathers fell, filling the room with stardust as he faced his brother. None moved as the gods stared each other down.
“No…,” Gabriel chocked, the smoke curling violently around his fingers before it vanished, his hand falling limply at his side. “But I can try.”
Zadkiel smiled. It had always been this way: Gabriel the rash, overprotective big brother, Jack the mediator always there to pacify his temper and Zadkiel at their heels. “Gabe… Jack… I-”
His knees buckled but two pairs of warm arms caught him like so many times before. Zadkiel sighed, the breath rattling in his lungs as he sank into his brother’s embrace.
“Still as clumsy as ever,” Jack chuckled weakly, the mighty god of war fighting a loosing battle against his tears.
Zadkiel only smiled and pulled his brothers closer. His back burned and he could feel the familiar weight of his wings slowly fade. Fear throbbed sharp in his breast and he reached for Gabriel’s hand. The lack of warmth making Gabriel flinch but hold tight, chasing the fear away.
“Why?” Gabriel whispers, tightening his fingers around Zadkiel’s weakening grip. “Why must you sacrifice yourself for the humans?”
Jack said his name in warning. Instinctively pulling his brother closer when the last of Zadkiel’s feathers fell.
“Why, Kieli?!” The god of death held back a sob as Zadkiel’s body began to shimmer and he could see his soul fading.
“I have to do this, Gabe,” Zadkiel whispered and his chest ached at his brother’s tears. “They are lost and they need guidance. We can’t hide away, expecting things to change for the better by caging ourselves in the heavens.”
Zadkiel blinked back tears and with his remaining strength, pulled his brothers closer. “Our blessings were made to be given and shared throughout the world, not to be kept away from it.”
He could feel the end coming but he felt no fear as black began to invade his vision. Tears poured freely from the gods of death and war as their brother began to fade.
“Ssh, brothers,” Zadkiel murmured, “We will… meet again and I-I will… always be… with… you…”
Stardust flooded the room, surrounding the two gods in a warm embrace as they surrendered to their grief.
The following spring, tears of joy were shed across the kingdom. For the Emperor and Empress were blessed with the birth of a baby girl. A princess, born with hair dark as night and beautiful blue eyes.
This is the first of my Overwatch AU collection and I hope you like it. This is where I will post a bunch of oneshots that may be developed into full stories based on popularity/request and my own creativity. Please feel free to request and AU or pairing (even though I’m mostly a Gency main). Critiques are appreciated!
“Dr.Zeigler, they are paging you to the front desk. They say its urgent.”
Piercing, ice-blue eyes looked up and the scrub nurse tensed.
“How urgent?” came the clipped response, blue eyes returning downward, freeing him from their grasp.
“Excuse me, doctor?”
“Well the situation must be dire if they’re paging me when I’m elbow deep in a chest cavity trying to make sure Thomas here doesn’t bleed to death- suction!”
A flurry of movement filled the operating room following the steady rhythm of the heart monitor.
“Well?” again blue eyes pierced through the nurse who immediately ducked his head to speak into the phone. Shoulders hunched as if to shield himself from the icy flames in Dr. Zeigler’s eyes.
“They won’t say, only that its urgent.”
Dr.Ziegler snorted and turned back to the mess of blood and organs that lay before her. “Well tell them this; unless there is an actual ‘urgent’ medical emergency, whatever situation they have can wait.”
“But Dr.Zei-!”
“It can wait until this little boy is safe and guaranteed to live to see his next birthday!” Ziegler barked, and the operating room went silent. The only sound being the chirps and whirls of the machinery, no one daring to breathe.
The nurse grimaced and slowly hung up the phone before smiling weakly at the uniforms before her. She licked her lips and shrank back into her seat as they towered over her.
“Well?”
“I-I’m sorry Lieutenant Comm-.”
“Jack will do, miss.” Jack smiled gently at her, perfect white teeth gleaming below warm blue eyes. She flushed her mouth going slack and Jack heard Gabriel snort behind him. “Miss?”
That seemed to snap her to attention and he watched her turn an alarming shade of crimson. “Um uh, yes! Sorry, um, D-dr.Ziegler is in the middle of an emergency surgery and can’t leave.” The nurse stuttered, “If you gentlemen would like I can call her assistant and see if she can schedule you an appoint-.”
“We’ll wait.”
The nurse flinched at the sharp timber and glanced warily at the dark man behind Jack. While the Lieutenant Commander was all blonde hair, blue eyes and sunshine smiles his companion was the opposite. Dark eyes glared over sharp, scarred cheekbones, his broad shoulders sharpened by his military uniform making him appear even larger then he already was.
She swallowed thickly. “Sir?”
“I said we’ll wait.” His voice cracked like a whip, his accent sharpening it like a blade and the nurse flinched back.
“B-but sir, Dr. Zieglere is in surgery and who knows how long that’ll take.”
Gabriel crossed his arms and growled, “We can wait.”
