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Moicy Week Day 1: Fantasy and Horror

Moira by your side

Las thing for the moicy week, I will color it depends on how much my hand hurts 💦💦

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moira O'Deorain/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Characters: Moira O'Deorain, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Additional Tags: Angst, Moicy Week, Moicy Week 2019, Day 1 - Success/Failure Series: Part 1 of Moicy Week 2019 Summary:

Success/Failure

Defeat - Moira/Mercy (obviously)

Moira was no stranger to failures, defeats or catastrophes. She was notorious for them so much to say, but Angela? She was known for her successes, her work. Her life-saving work. She was the pinnacle of success.

But today was not her day. It was a catastrophe to say the very least. She’d forgotten to put her contact lenses in and was bound to wearing her outdated prescription glasses. Somehow she’d managed to wash her lab coat with some of Gabriel’s laundry and her coat was now an unsightly grey. She chastised herself for her clumsiness as she sped along the halls trying to find somewhere with a more pristine looking lab coat.

“Ziegler?” A voice called out from above her. Mercy had stumbled on her travels straight onto the cold floors of the Overwatch halls. She gazed up at the woman and rolled her eyes. “I’m fine Moira.” She pulled herself up and brushed herself off. “You just managed to hit the floor like Bambi would. It’s simply adorable.” she laughed quietly as the blonde turned a delightful shade of red. Angela didn’t feel so delightful.

Angela felt her throat tightening and eyes welling up. Today wasn’t her day and rhis was the same woman who saw war and blood in the flesh and terrifying things that few women would see in a lifetime.

She felt her eyes fill with tears as Angela fell into Moira’s chest and began crying quietly. “Today isn’t my day, m'aingeal.” she mumbled into her lovers chest, trying her hardest to use the irish that Moira had taught her. “How do you cope on days like this? I don’t like failing. I feel diminished.”

Moira took Angela into her office and wrapped her arms around her lovers back and held her tightly before stroking her back with her nails to soothe Angela. “Angela, Ich liebe dich, it’s just a bump in the road. I have these, You and I both know that very well. you’re just so incredibly resilient, all these bumps that have come your way are nonexistent. You’ve seen and done the unimaginable. You’re a lifesaver to the masses.” She pulled away and lifted Angela’s head up with a long, icy cold but gentle finger.

“Look at me, angel.” she demanded with a smile that made Dr Ziegler melt as the blonde’s eyes met her contrasting gaze. “A real life angel stands before me. Your wings will not blacken with one mistake. You’re still my angel, Angela. I love you from the highest heavens.” She pulled her shorter woman in for a kiss, lips intertwining with pure intentions.

Short and Sweet

Heroes never die if you have two main healers <3