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will you continue sixty four?

Huh - I never really thought about that. It kinda was a one shot, with Genji saying goodbye before he left Overwatch to travel the world to find himself, peace, and acceptance. 

I guess I could do a reunion accompaniment to it at some point! x

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Maybe Angela enjoys a little roleplay. After all, she's an attractive doctor...I can picture some pretend "examinations" that might go beyond the traditional doctor-patient relationship :3

Angela laughs as she slips off her shoes, the heels clattering against the tile floor.

“I have been asked more than once to play doctor-patient with some of my lovers in the past.” She pauses, her cheeks flushing red a little as she speaks. “And maybe - maybe - recently too.”

She shrugs off her coat, but cannot push away the smile from her lips. “You may ask why I would want to take my work with my into the bedroom.” She pushes back a shock of white hair. “But I never said I was playing the doctor.”

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If you had to pick between being with Jack Morrison or Gabriel Reyes who would you choose?

Angela frowns as she stares at the message, chewing on the edge of her thumb. 

“Why would I have to choose with being with either of them - they - I -”

She takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes, stalling, thinking, as she tries to pull forth the words from her mind to her lips, ready to be spoken. But what were they? What were the words?

She glanced up at a picture of the three of them, pinned on her notice board. It must have been at least twelve years old as they looked so young - and they were smiling; they were all happy. Together.

A picture that would never again, be.

“They were friends, family, all through Overwatch, all those years. And I couldn’t even choose a side when their rift began. I tried, oh I tried to reconcile their differences and help them see eye to eye - but it was to no avail.” She pauses and leans forward on her elbows, staring at the message. “I...believe that Jack took the higher ground, over Gabriel. And certainly, the path he chose is one I would have followed. He will forever be a friend - a mentor - a part of my family.” She looks away and puts back on her glasses. 

“The man Gabriel is now? That is not a man I could love. The man he used to be?” She looks again at the picture, the corner of her mouth turning to a smile. “That is a man I could love.”

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I like to think that Mercy has a thing for mutual masturbation ;D

Angela chews on the end of her pen, laughing quietly.

“I do love to watch my lovers pleasure themselves. And inevitably, I will join in.” She sits back in her chair. “Have you been talking with someone? You seem to have quite the insight to my love life.”

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I think Angela would be into unexpected kinks, especially for her age. Maybe like bondage or something? What do u think?

Angela glances over the message, pushing back a shock of white hair and smirks.

“Well, you aren’t too far off the mark,” she says as she leans back on the chair and crosses her legs, the edge of her pencil skirt riding up the length of her thigh. “Let’s be candid for a moment shall we? We’re all adults here.” She takes off her glasses, chewing the edge of one of the legs with her teeth.

“While I like being tied up, my absolute preference is to be the one tying. Especially when they are bound, helpless, beneath my thighs.” She laughs, gently, her cheeks blushing red from her words. “You also get bonus points if it’s somewhere we are likely to get caught; outside, or simply, spontaneous.”

She puts her glasses back on and leans forward on her desk, picking up her pen. “Sometimes, I like to relinquish all control. It’s nice to shed being Dr Ziegler for a while.”

As she continues to write, the small smile on her lips doesn’t fade.

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When he silently answered her plea to remove his faceplate, Mercy’s eyes widened expectantly. Her hands pulled away, just a little, as he worked with the fastening. Her fingers trembled, hovered an inch from his neck. She settled them back down onto the muscle, gliding the pads of her fingers across the curve of his neck as he pulled away his visor, as the moonlight cast it’s bluey hue over his face - over the only visible part of his body that remained.

She had seen this face a thousand times; looked into his eyes countless times, and echoed his smile, so many times she couldn’t even recall. But as their eyes met, as his lips curved to a smile, it was if it was the first time. It was as if it was that time they had said “I love you”; or had shared their first kiss; or had shared each other for the first time.

And in that moment, as the light bathed him, beautifully, brightening his brown eyes, Angela felt her words fall away, she felt her reason, extinguish, shadowed by the desire that clawed at her heart, that blurred her mind, that pushed away all her thoughts so that all that remained, was him.

The fingers around his neck, tightened, the pads of her fingers pressing into the muscle as she reached up, just that inch that she needed and caught his smiling lips in a kiss. A kiss that left no room for words, and that barely left room for a breath.

She staggered at the force of her passion, her other hand cradling his head as they kissed. But it didn’t remain there for long. It slid, restless, down his neck, his shoulder, twitching as she felt a wisp of steam escape from the vents on his shoulders as they kissed.

Her wings twitched, again, responding to her every movement; erratic, passionate. She moved her leg, dragging a knee along the inside of his leg, pressing her thigh against the metal of his crotch; against the muscle of his thighs, pushing, pressing, exactly where she knew he would feel her. Where she knew he would want her.

As they kissed, the hand at his neck slid around, catching the ribbon that hung from his head. She wound her fingers around her silk, feeling the soft material against her skin. Slowly, she tightened her grip on the ribbon, and tugged, gently at first, parting their kiss, just a breath, just enough.

Angela’s lips hovered a whisper before Genji’s and she smiled, winding the silk around her fingers as she stared into his eyes, drawing her thigh along his, slowly.

“Will you be at my mercy tonight?” she asked, the words a whisper against his lips as her mouth curved to a smile. Her cheeks were tinged red from her words, and her fingers trembled, but she did not falter; her heart, it pounded at against her chest; it beat, for him.

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Of Mind, Body, and Soul - closed RP with @thedoctor-isin

Wind whispered through the mountains of Nepal, slipping between the cracks of both the great towering giants and the concrete lining the streets and buildings of the Shambali Monastery. The sun had set long ago, so now the night chill was setting in, the abandoned place of worship lacking the previous light and warmth it once harbored as a haven for all omnic, and even those were neither Omnic nor Human. It remained far enough from civilization to avoid hateful graffiti and violence that the general public was all too popular for, but obvious disrepair had set in since the monks who inhabited it had left long ago.

He was a child of this place. His new self had been born here, his new self had been raised here. He may have had his mind and body long before coming here for the first time, but he did not have his soul. This is where he had become who he was, and meant to be. Not in the Shimada Castle, where he had learned to be a ninja, not in the Overwatch Headquarters, where he had been given his new form. No, this is where he had found himself, he had simply been lost before and hadn’t known it.

But Genji Shimada hadn’t come here alone. He had brought Angela. She wanted to see the shrines and temples that the Omnic monks had constructed and taken care of for years. She wanted to see his room, hidden amongst the towers, where he had come to grips with his body and become a better man. Most of all? She wanted to see him.

He served as her guide, his body illuminating the walls and floor with his green glow, in stark contrast to the eerie blue glow cast upon the monastery by the moon, high above in the sky. He described the various monks who had lived here and cared for him, the acts of kindness they gave him in his darkest times. It saddened him to see the once great and warm place which the monks had cared to for so long, taken by the wild, showing age and erosion. But it was the way things were. There was little changing that.

He wanted to show her the mountains. Sure, you could sit at a cliff and watch them from there, but he wanted to show her the most spectacular view. “Fly to me when I reach the top.” He was glad that she had worn her Valkyrie suit. He climbed to the top of the tall tower, which overlooked the entire Monastery and all the mountains surrounding it. He had come here many times to meditate, in his own peace and quiet, not surrounded by the monks he had barely known when he had first arrived. Once at the top and the roof seemed safe enough for two to stand on, he gestured for her to fly up to meet him, holding out his hand.

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Since it’s Sinday let’s play a game:

How kinky do you think my muse is and why? Send me on anon (or not) what you think they may have a kink for.

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Mccree let out a heavy sigh as the hot springs surrounded his well toned body. It had been a long day, and it was only now that he had a moment of quite. Though he was quickly brought back from his blissful state, as he could of sworn he heard someone coming.

Angela’s bare feet padded over the stone, cold and pleasant against her warm, sore feet. They ached; her legs ached; her whole body ached, and she needed this trip into the hot springs. It had been all she had though about as she shed her Valkyrie at base, said a hasty goodbye and left, dressed in a casual summer dress. 

The warm, summer sun bore down on her pale skin, lathered in sunscreen, her shoulders draped in a thin shawl. Her hair was pulled loose, the curled ends of her white hair falling around her shoulders, freely. It was messy, but she didn’t care.

Setting down her towel, shawl and satchel, Angela slipped off her red summer dress and let it fall to the ground, catching the edge of a pool of water. She listened for company, but she heard no voices. She thought she felt the presence of others nearby, but she was so exhausted, so aching that she did not trust her instinct so she left on her red bikini, sliding her thumb under the straps that had rolled up uncomfortably.

Rolling her shoulder, she padded along the stone floor once more towards the hot spring and turned the corner, breathing deeply, taking in the hot, steamy air as her eyes settled on a familiar face - Jesse.

Angela paused mid step and smiled, instinctively folding her arms across her stomach as she hovered by the edge of the spring.

“Oh - hello,” she said, reaching out a toe into the pool, tentatively. “I didn’t expect company,” she said as she slowly lowered herself into the hot water, letting out a contented sigh as the water lapped against her body.

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((Catching up on RP replies and asks tomorrow on my day off! Sorry I've been so slow and absent. Rough week.))

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I like and main as genji and your storys touched my heart. Thank you.

Oh love - you are so, so kind. <3 Anytime. I am so glad you enjoyed them. Here’s to many more :) xxx

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bold all that apply; my muse knows how to…

Bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language |dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards |read Morse Code | pick a lock

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At his words, she turned her head, shying away as he spoke his sweet compliments. His words touched her heart, and her grip on his hands subconsciously tightened as she enjoyed the moment, the flush of her cheeks somewhat hidden beneath her shock of hair.

Angela stepped closer, the gentle click of her shoe, gentle, on the rooftop. Their bodies met, softly, and she nestled her head into the crook of his neck, watching the wind whip his black ribbon, catching the slither of moonlight, illuminating their presence atop the tower.

“I still can’t quite believe you’re here, back,” she said, pressing her lips against the synthetic muscle of his neck. “Back with me.” Her wings rustled at her back as she moved, as she talked, her hands still holding his tightly as she pressed her body to his, more, the chestpiece of her Valkyrie dragging against his metal. “Some nights I dream that you have left again, and I awake, feeling so alone.”

She pulled back, dragging her lips along his neck, her warm skin catching the edge of his helm. “I know that any day could be our last,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “And - and -” She paused at that and dropped the hold on one of his hands, letting her fingers trail along the slide of his arms, along the indents of the metal, the ridges, the vents, the muscle that held memory - her memory.

“I want to make every day count.” Angela kissed the edge of his helm, her warm lips making a soft impression onto the surface. Her fingers, restless, moved from his arm to his shoulder, to his neck, to the top of his chest, seeking all the places she knew he could feel touch - her touch. All the softer synthetic muscles and some of the other areas she had wired nerve sensors into. Some before he awoke, and some at his request when he was adjusting to his new body.

There had been a time when she had felt almost wrong for knowing so much about his body - about him - when he knew so little, almost nothing, of her. Angela felt she had invaded privacy, like she had stepped where she shouldn’t tread.

But she had saved him. And that required building him a new body - and this body, she knew. She knew it so well. She had wanted to ask Genji one day if it bothered him how much she knew and to tell him she had felt uncomfortable, but a part of him knew he didn’t care. He was pragmatic; he knew what had to be done; he was so thankful for a second chance at life; and what she worried about didn’t even seem to cross his mind.

And that was only one part of him that had made her fall in love.

Angela pulled back her head, just a breath, as her fingers glided along his neck, as her lips parted, and she touched the clasps at the back of his head for his faceplate.

“May I?” she asked, the anticipation bright in her eyes and a tremor in her hands.

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Of Mind, Body, and Soul - closed RP with @thedoctor-isin

Wind whispered through the mountains of Nepal, slipping between the cracks of both the great towering giants and the concrete lining the streets and buildings of the Shambali Monastery. The sun had set long ago, so now the night chill was setting in, the abandoned place of worship lacking the previous light and warmth it once harbored as a haven for all omnic, and even those were neither Omnic nor Human. It remained far enough from civilization to avoid hateful graffiti and violence that the general public was all too popular for, but obvious disrepair had set in since the monks who inhabited it had left long ago.

He was a child of this place. His new self had been born here, his new self had been raised here. He may have had his mind and body long before coming here for the first time, but he did not have his soul. This is where he had become who he was, and meant to be. Not in the Shimada Castle, where he had learned to be a ninja, not in the Overwatch Headquarters, where he had been given his new form. No, this is where he had found himself, he had simply been lost before and hadn’t known it.

But Genji Shimada hadn’t come here alone. He had brought Angela. She wanted to see the shrines and temples that the Omnic monks had constructed and taken care of for years. She wanted to see his room, hidden amongst the towers, where he had come to grips with his body and become a better man. Most of all? She wanted to see him.

He served as her guide, his body illuminating the walls and floor with his green glow, in stark contrast to the eerie blue glow cast upon the monastery by the moon, high above in the sky. He described the various monks who had lived here and cared for him, the acts of kindness they gave him in his darkest times. It saddened him to see the once great and warm place which the monks had cared to for so long, taken by the wild, showing age and erosion. But it was the way things were. There was little changing that.

He wanted to show her the mountains. Sure, you could sit at a cliff and watch them from there, but he wanted to show her the most spectacular view. “Fly to me when I reach the top.” He was glad that she had worn her Valkyrie suit. He climbed to the top of the tall tower, which overlooked the entire Monastery and all the mountains surrounding it. He had come here many times to meditate, in his own peace and quiet, not surrounded by the monks he had barely known when he had first arrived. Once at the top and the roof seemed safe enough for two to stand on, he gestured for her to fly up to meet him, holding out his hand.

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It was not quite like she had imagined. But, what had she imagined? Sure, she had seen pictures, heard of tales, but nothing had really prepared her for what met her as she stepped onto the mountainside, a lull of peace, of comfort, hanging in the air like a thin veil.

It was like nowhere she had ever been, with it’s grandiose - but still somewhat simple - temples and buildings. Some were in need of repair; some with cracks, shattered statues, broken facades - but none of it really detracted from Shambali’s beauty.

Or maybe it was because she was with him.

The world seemed that little bit better; her days brighter; the morning, beautiful; the nights, restful when he was there. And now, he seemed so much more at peace with himself, and what - who - he was. And she had wanted to see the place that had helped him. The Omnics no longer resided here. It now lay a peaceful, deserted husk, the beauty fading, but it meant they could be alone.

The cool air whipped through her white hair, tied back loosely as they walked, bathed in the glow of his lights, the only sound the howl of the wind; the gentle hiss of hydraulics as he moved. She had missed the little things about him. The noises, the gentle hiss of his steam vents, the humm of his lights, his cheeky quips, his sweet, gentle words.

She reached out, a small arm hooking his as they walked. Little was said. Little needed to be said as they reached near the tall tower he was aiming for. He had said the view was wonderful, and she was excited to see it - also glad she had decided to wear her wings. She wasn’t quite sure why she had chosen to don her Valkyrie for the visit. Habit? Confidence? Her Valkyrie always made her feel good. She felt comfortable in it and it granted her confidence when she had little. She wasn’t just Angela - but Mercy too.

Genji scaled the tower with ease, his swift, agile body gliding over the walls, the ledges with precision that Angela admired. And then as she saw him settle at the very top, a bright haze of green against the inky black sky, dapple in a swathe of stars and the crescent of the moon, she reached out and extended her wings, the bright, yellow glow emanating from her back in a luminescent aura. She flew up to him in one fluid, smooth glide and caught his hand, setting down her feet with a click onto the ledge, securely.

Slowly, her wings began to fold, the hue of yellow and orange falling away from behind her as she approached him, closing the inches that stood between them. Briefly, she glanced around, a whisper of a sigh passing her lips as she slid her fingers next to his, holding his hand tightly.

The view was exquisite. Jagged mountains, illuminated by the moon, stretched for miles, tipped in snow. The backdrop of the sky, inky, dappled in stars was their canvas. And scattered across the mountainsides were other small moanastaries; villages; homes; walkways. It was idyllic, beautiful, serene.

Angela turned to face Genji, her mouth curved to a smile. “It’s so beautiful,” she said, gently. “But not enough to take my eyes off of you.”

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Of Mind, Body, and Soul - closed RP with @thedoctor-isin

Wind whispered through the mountains of Nepal, slipping between the cracks of both the great towering giants and the concrete lining the streets and buildings of the Shambali Monastery. The sun had set long ago, so now the night chill was setting in, the abandoned place of worship lacking the previous light and warmth it once harbored as a haven for all omnic, and even those were neither Omnic nor Human. It remained far enough from civilization to avoid hateful graffiti and violence that the general public was all too popular for, but obvious disrepair had set in since the monks who inhabited it had left long ago.

He was a child of this place. His new self had been born here, his new self had been raised here. He may have had his mind and body long before coming here for the first time, but he did not have his soul. This is where he had become who he was, and meant to be. Not in the Shimada Castle, where he had learned to be a ninja, not in the Overwatch Headquarters, where he had been given his new form. No, this is where he had found himself, he had simply been lost before and hadn’t known it.

But Genji Shimada hadn’t come here alone. He had brought Angela. She wanted to see the shrines and temples that the Omnic monks had constructed and taken care of for years. She wanted to see his room, hidden amongst the towers, where he had come to grips with his body and become a better man. Most of all? She wanted to see him.

He served as her guide, his body illuminating the walls and floor with his green glow, in stark contrast to the eerie blue glow cast upon the monastery by the moon, high above in the sky. He described the various monks who had lived here and cared for him, the acts of kindness they gave him in his darkest times. It saddened him to see the once great and warm place which the monks had cared to for so long, taken by the wild, showing age and erosion. But it was the way things were. There was little changing that.

He wanted to show her the mountains. Sure, you could sit at a cliff and watch them from there, but he wanted to show her the most spectacular view. “Fly to me when I reach the top.” He was glad that she had worn her Valkyrie suit. He climbed to the top of the tall tower, which overlooked the entire Monastery and all the mountains surrounding it. He had come here many times to meditate, in his own peace and quiet, not surrounded by the monks he had barely known when he had first arrived. Once at the top and the roof seemed safe enough for two to stand on, he gestured for her to fly up to meet him, holding out his hand.

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HI CAN I HAVE ANOTHER SMUT PLEASE THANKS

Ask and ye shall receive :3

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Gency - Genji x MercyNSFW

His heel caught the edge of the building as he propelled to the next roof.

“Angela? Angela?” he cried through their comm channel as he bounded over the rooftop, steps silent and swift. The last words he had heard from her were broken, a lost cry for help that vanished into static, no matter how many times he had called her name through the channel.

He had called to the others; Morrison, McCree - even Hanzo - who had tentatively begun to assist the newly formed Overwatch, their trust in him growing, little by little. But from their positions on the darkened streets of Barcelona, alive in the aftermath of a terrorist attack, none had the answer he sought.

She went to find you, Genji.

Two streets behind, the last I saw.

We have a task ahead, brother. Dr Ziegler can handle herself.

Their words just made him run faster, they made him search harder, the beat of his heart, frantic. They had only just reunited again, after years apart. He had only begun to see her smile again, and it not be a dream. When he had left, Overwatch was still together, and they were - what were they? Friends? Lovers?

The line of friends had been breached, more than once, but they hadn’t established enough to call themselves lovers. A glance, a touch, a stolen kiss when he felt brave enough to remove his face plate. But a part of him knew he had to leave, for a long time, and he kept his distance, even if his heart screamed to run to her, with her. Run a thousand miles, and never stop.

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Mcan I get a fic where Genji rubs mushes his face with mercy's because it's one of the few places that touch actually feels right

Right

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Genji drew his fingers across the low hanging willow, it’s thick green leaves slipping across his fingers

“What about the leaves - do they feel different now?”

As Angela spoke, Genji watched. He watched the waning evening sun tint her almost white hair a gentle orange. It dappled her skin, her cheeks rounded from her hopeful smile. 

It was a smile he didn’t want to let fall, but she had asked a question, and he couldn’t lie. She had tweaked his nerve sensors - upgraded the delicate wiring into his nervous system to try and make his sense of touch, more human, like it used to be.

But it still felt the same. But not the same as when he was all human - it just felt the same as when he awoke. Numbed. Artificial. He knew what things were meant to feel like, and now it was if when he touched things with his cybernetic fingers; when something brushed against his legs; when his feet touched the floor - it was like a process that told him what it should feel like, rather than, experiencing it. 

It felt, unnatural. It didn’t feel, real. It didn’t feel, right.

But as he stared at Angela, as he watched the smile wane from her face, he didn’t need to say a word to speak the truth.

She looked away, the weight of failure sagging her shoulders, drooping the side of her eyes and parting her lips.

“I’m sorry, Genji,” she said, staring at the ripple of grass as the cool evening breeze slipped through her fingers.

“You have done more than I deserve,” he said, feeling the cold air glide across the only flesh that remained - his face, scarred, not even whole, but his.

“You deserve more than what I’ve given you,” she said, pushing aside the shock of hair that had fallen into her eyes, the tip of it’s strands sticking to her lips. “I just - I wanted to retain as much of your humanity as possible. I fought with them - I fought and fought to keep as much of you as I could. They even wanted to replace your face with a fully cybernetic helm. They said it would enhance your longevity and performance-”

Genji stepped forward breaching the small gap between them, shaded beneath the willow. His hands cupped her face and then, as he heard a quiet gasp of surprise, as he saw the smile begin to round her cheeks once more, he caught her lips in a kiss.

A kiss that was slow, that was gentle. The brush of skin on skin; the coil of their tongues; her warm breath escaping with a gentle sigh, glancing over his lips; the strands of her white hair, catching in their kiss; the way her cheek felt against his - against his skin - it felt real.

It felt right.