Hi It's Harls 🦇

Just a gentle reminder that regardless of AU, reimagining of LiS details, or head canon… Max and Chloe are IN LOVE in every possible reality if you keep them in character! Sure, you can imagine whatever made up (non-canon) events you want and take them out of character, but then they’re not really Max and Chloe anymore, are they?

Anyway, Pricefield is endgame!

From The Way Sorrow Tastes by painted__black

Mercy: ..emotions?

Moira: Yes, that one!

Not the Legend of Korra but Overwatch. I’ve had this in my docs for some time and I just needed to post this somewhere. It’s Moicy fic and I just needed to release the angst >w<

Sorry if this isn’t great, and sorry it’s so short lol. Anyways just below the line you can read it. 

Read the tags for any tw’s and such, thank you qwq

Suggested by fionakemp “Hallmark movie time. Character A disenchanted by Christmas only to find themselves stuck w character B who is horny for Christmas” - It was a novel concept.

The movie was trite, the message idle, the songs worst of all. Why she had agreed to it, she could not recall, fingers wrapping around her mug of coffee, before remembering with a bitter sip the very exact reason she had agreed. She was sat beside her, hair up and jumper on, grinning at the screen with hot cocoa in a steaming mug, eyes leaving the screen only to search for a reaction. To the movie or the coffee, it could not be said, though both made Moira’s face contort, and both she would suffer for her.

Still, she would concede, hands folded in her lap as if she were examining a lengthy medical report and an animated film for children, it was novel. It served its purpose, one of holiday entertainment, complete with saccharine nonsense about the meaning of Christmas and irritatingly catchy music that would no doubt pester her head when she craved quiet contemplation most. Medically inaccurate, she would add, in that tone close to humourous, lips twisting into something almost - though only almost - resembling a smile.

A heart that grew three times its size in a single day would be tremendously unlikely, and would only end in certain death. Read on Ao3