#mercyxreaper

[mercykilltrash]

Me like all the time

#mercy/reaper #mercyxreaper #mercykill #gabriel reyes #reaper #overwatch #also probably Angela all the time too

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

Hello! I was wondering, what's your opinion on other Mercy ships besides Moicy? Not just the popular ones ^-^

Oooh okay random opinion time! Honestly I'm only aware of like 3-6 ships for mercy at all so I had to look up a list and snatched the ones that were most familiar to me but also more obscure. tho also gave my opinion on the top popular ones (that I'm aware of) as well

Gency/GenjixMercy: Cuuuute. Love it. Here for it. Probably my second favorite ship for her besides Moicy; they work so well together.

Pharmacy: I think the childhood friends/acquaintances to lovers is cute and, like, lesbians, but you know, it's alright? Kinda fun? Not huge fan overall but nothing against it. Solid ship tho in the like, "yeah, I see where you got that" way.

Mercy76/MercyxSoldier76: Okay so objectively...eh? Like prior to 76 being confirmed gay in 2019 I guess I can see where it started but...eh. But I also got into Overwatch a couple years afterward so to me Jack has always been gay so again it's just...eh.

Mercykill/MercyxReaper: Okay I kinda see the opposites attract, good and bad dynamic here. It's similar to moicy. Aesthetically I approve, otherwise, well...idk, seems like a horny ship but y'all have fun lmao

Healhaw/AshexMercy: I chose this one because the name made me laugh but I just love the idea of Cole getting pissy about his friend and ex friend becoming a thing. That or he'd never talk to her again. Either way, hijink potential is high

Anasthetic/AnaxMercy: Ana is like, her mom. So like...naw.

Meicy/MercyxMei: Soft squish soft squish soft squish

Meicer/MercyxTracer: No. They are so immensely friendzoned between each other in my head it almost hurts. Incompatible romantically. Have fun picking up girls at bars together.

Hanmer/Healing Arrow/MercyxHanzo: Genji would cry. Also, Hanzo would have willingly continued to run the yakuza and I think Mercy would become a harmacist if he didn't stop that.

Mercyrat/MercyxJunkrat: She would spend five minutes in the same room as him, fly over a cliff, and turn off her flight engine or whatever the fuck makes her wings work and peace out.

Symmercy/SymmetraxMercy: Huh. I'd be interested to see what someone would do with this. Same goes for MercyxSombra tho I think Sombra is another one Mercy would probably end up annoyed with.

Zarcy/ZaryaxMercy: When Mercy asks for something on the top shelf Zarya will just grab her around the waist and lift her up so she can get it herself and I respect that.

#mercy overwatch #overwatch #kmtalks #overwatch ships #heres my opinions on things yeet #renaxfujimoto #ask

[sn0wwings]

#overwatch #mercy #mercy overwatch #overwatch mercy #reaper #reaper overwatch #mercyxreaper #mercykill #reaperxmercy #overwatch reaper

[mercykillbaby]

Neko style suits them ♡

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Source: Hoodie Crystal Melony - FB

#mercy #overwatch mercy #mercykillwithmybae #mercyxreaper #reaperxmercy #mercykill #overwatch reaper #reaper #gabriel reyes #reapcy #overwatch #mercy overwatch #reaper overwatch #mercykillbaby

[overwatchfanficbyevelyn]

Phantom of the Overwatch Part Four

Savory smells filled the already warm air around her senses, Angela's stomach beginning to wake with hunger. Slowly she became aware of the soft and velvety blankets encompassing her, and the pillows surrounding her adding to the security she was feeling. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking around the dimly lit room, the light from a fireplace dancing off the black furniture and decor. Angela sat up, her head immediately spinning and a sharp pain ringing through her body. Where was she? Her mind raced backwards, trying to find any clue to where she was. Suddenly, she remembered Reaper, their fight, and the coldness and loneliness that accompanied her in the holding cell. Her stomach again began to ache, reminding her how she had neglected it in her despair. There was movement in the doorway, the familiar ghostly white face with red glowing eyes moving towards her. Angela stumbled backwards on the bed, her heart pounding with the fear and confusion she was feeling. Reaper stopped, watching her carefully. “What do you want now?” Angela demanded, her voice shaking. It was strained and dry, the very sound of the sadness emanating from her words was a brutal reminder of how he had treated her. His heart sank, guilt eating at his conscience. He didn't even know he had a conscience left, at least not until now. “Angela, its okay.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and though still rough, it somehow seemed gentle. Angela stared at him, not sure what to expect or say, since she remembered their last conversation filled with anger and malice. The Ghastly figure walked over to the fireplace, taking his gloves off and setting them aside before reaching for a tray with a bowl of soup keeping warm by the fire. He delicately took the tray, slowly approached the bed, and set it down on the edge. Angela watched him carefully, stopping on his ungloved hands. Though riddled with scars from burns and cuts, she recognized them. Her heart filled with sadness as she remembered the day she lost Gabriel, the fire and explosions, the condition they found Jack in. Tears filled her eyes and she began to sob, her head beginning to pulse with pain as her headache worsened from the crying. “Gabriel, what has happened to you? And why didn't you come back! I-I could have helped you!” Her sobbing caught him off guard, and his guilt began to mix with a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what to say, let alone what to do. “You need to eat. I gave you a shot earlier and put some medicine in the soup so you should start to feel better soon.” Quickly, Reaper grabbed his gloves and slipped them on, rushing out the door and locking it behind him. Angela sat, confused, upset, and in lots of pain. She watched the door and waited, simultaneously hoping he would leave her alone and come back. She looked at the soup sitting next to her, its hearty smell playing on her sense of hunger. It was a vegetable and meat stew that she immediately recognized from her home country of Switzerland. Several years ago, she had taught Gabriel how to make it in an attempt to get him to take better care of himself… maybe he wasn't as lost as she thought he was, after all, he still remembered how to make her favorite soup. 

#evelyn michaelis #overwatchfanficbyevelyn #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch mercy #overwatch reaper #overwatch #reaper×mercy #reaper #gabriel reyes #mercyxreaper #mercy #angela ziegler #phantom of the overwatch #phantom of the overwatch part four

[jordanjoestar76]

How Reaper checks to see if the restroom’s occupied: more at: https://www.facebook.com/EdgelordLoves76/posts/839336449605186 instagram.com/jordan.joestar

#overwatch #overwatch reaper #overwatch cosplay #reaper cosplay #mercykill #mercyxreaper #reaper x mercy #otakon2018 #katuscon2016

[crookedwiings]

Absolution - Chapter 1

Warning(s) & Ratings : Mercykill ( Reaper x Mercy ), PG-13, Tinkering with Canon Lore.

Chapter 2 - ‘Alive’ ( COMING S O O N )

Chapter 1 – ‘War’

Absolution – ( noun ) Act of absolving; a freeing from blame or guilt; release from consequences, obligations, or penalties. / A remission of sin or of the punishment of sin, made by a priest in the sacrament of penance on the ground of authority received from Christ…

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“ Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person… “

– Tennessee Williams

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BOOM.

SCREAMS.

PAIN…

These sounds, feelings, they weren’t new to battle, nor were they unfamiliar to this old doctors heart. Angela Ziegler felt the concussive blasts of nearby plasma grenades ring in her ears. She quickly flew over to a soldier, her beams bright light seeping into the wounded man’s body.

His muscles tightened and then relaxed as her healing rays enveloped his whole body… being… soul.

He smiled brightly as he was suddenly filled with new energy and hope, he smirked at the doctor as he held up his rifle. “Thanks Doc!” He said cheerfully, instantly bounding into battle once more.

Angela watched the man go, standing behind cover with her staff in hand. There did she realize, that this man will be hurt again in a matter of moments. And that she would need to come and rescue him again….

And again…

Angela clutched the staff in her hand, her eyes wandering over the battle field. Yes, This repetitive cycle wasn’t new to her. Soldier 76 was leading the team, holding command of several Overwatch recruits to combat a large force of Talon soldiers attacking the Nepal temple. All dressed in Black and commanded by their very own skilled warrior.

Angela’s grip tightened once more as she looked at the large form of Reaper streak through the battle field. Easily diving around soldiers in a burst of black mist and then reappearing only an inch away. It was like he was a real ghost. Soldier 76 pushed past staggering recruits as he took on Reaper by himself, head on.

The two experienced soldiers danced around each other, alnost like it was a Waltz that only they knew. Soldier 76 firing shots into the already dissipated form of Reaper while Reaper’s shotgun blasts missed Jack’s war torn form just by a few inches. All of this while their lower ranked soldiers tussled around them. Mercy bit her lip as flashes of older days, the much more golden days played like a film reel over the scene in front of her. Reaper and Soldier 76 replaced with their counterparts, Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison. Their dances with each other not full of malice or anger, but cooperation and trust. Where their guns weren’t aimed at each other but at the enemies around them. Yes, Angela was stunned, this was the first mission she had went on for years. The first mission where Gab-no… Reaper had shown up, surrounded by his TALON comrades.

She didn’t believe it until she saw the truth disappearing and reappearing in front of her. She didn’t believe this ugly truth until it reared its ugly head, wearing a black hood and a white mask. No… she didn’t believe it at all.

There had to be good in him, there had to be a reason why he was like this. Even if Jack… Soldier 76 insisted that he was a traitor and couldn’t be trusted. There had to be a reason why Gabriel became so corrupted and twisted.

“ ANGELA. What are YOU DOING?!”

Mercy blinked out of her shocked state as she refocused. The roar and screams of battle forcing themselves back into her skull. She staggered on her feet as the familiar voice urgently screamed in her ear again.

“Angela! Go Help out! What are you doing just STANDING THERE?!”

“Ana, oh god I’m sorry!”

Mercy felt herself shake as she looked back up at the battle before her. She flew over to the closest teammate and began healing and saving whatever soldier she could. Snow crunched under her heels and small bits of snowflakes gently melted at the touch of her skin. It was so high up; Angela could feel her lungs heave at the pressure of the air. The sign of an incoming storm evidently clear on the sky above the fearsome battle below. Angela dodged more gun fire as she began to heal an almost mortally wounded soldier. Talon had been targeting, important omnic figure heads, and ever since the death of Tekhartha Mondatta, the Nepal temple was suspected as the next prime target. Luckily the newly recalled Overwatch stayed close just in case and now the simple guarding mission turned into a full on war. And honestly she had only come with the ground team to meet up with Genji and his master. Their repeated letters back and forth had her curious of how the young man was doing. Especially with the fact that he now seemed like he was at peace with himself…

She wasn’t even supposed to be on this mission… but now here she was. Stuck in the middle of a firefight, that started so conveniently while she was here. However it did not stop her from helping however she could, she became the ground medic instantly with Ana helping however she could from a nearby tower. Mercy flew over to a soldier covered by a fallen over pillar situated near a sheer cliff edge. His back was slumped as she tended to his most serious wounds. She could feel the rush of wind on her back while pointing her beams rays onto the soldier in front of her.

She was finally able to stabilize him, and not long after she watched the soldier return to battle. Another quick 'Thanks Doc’ as she watched his retreating back. However before she could return to the fight she heard a loud cry of pain and then a black form slide in the snow just to the right of her. Angela blinked as she looked at the slowly rising form of none other but Reaper. She gasped, nearly falling back as a blanche white mask lifted itself to look over at her. She froze as her gaze met his, her heart practically stopping as he looked up at her.

“G-Gabriel…?” She said gently, her eyes softened for a moment while feeling her hand shake with anticipation. He seemed to look deep into her before they both turned at a shout.

“TAKE THIS YOU REAPER BASTARD.”

“WAIT YOU IDIOT-“

Angela eyes looked to the form of a young soldier, a grenade leaving his finger tips as Soldier 76 pulled back on his opposite forearm. However it was too late and it was only seconds later that the grenade rolled in between Reaper and her. Angela gasped as she stumbled back, nearly falling over.

Reaper immediately got up as a loud shot rang through the air.

“ANGELA NO!”

Seconds seemed to expand to minutes as Mercy saw a black form crash towards her, white blinding light, also followed by a deafening BOOM crashed through her skull.

All she could process was a bright… white light… and the feeling of air through her wings…

Falling… and then BLACKNESS…

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Hello!! This is ThiinkingSpace from Overwatch Amino and Ive been planing on doing this for awhile now! Ive decided to move this series to Tumblr since orginally I made it exclusive to just Omnic Amino. But since I’m Already nearing the actual series end, Ive decided to expand its platforms just in case anyone not apart of the amino wants to read! Ill be post more chapters as much as I can and will most likely update every week! So keep tuned!

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#mercykill #mercy #reaper #overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #reaperxmercy #mercyxreaper #overwatch mercy #overwatch reaper #overwatch fanart #fanart

[3gremlins]

Just a shippy halloween piece :)  this will be available as a print in my etsy store

#mercy #reaper #mercykill #ship #overwatch #mercyreaper #mercyxreaper #pumpkin reaper #witch mercy #fan art #digital art #digital pastels #halloween #overwatch art #overwatch ship #witch mercy x pumpkin reaper #halloween art #art #blizzard

[memegamer-in-space]

Some shameless self-promotion, but a while ago I talked about my desire to read a Hades and Persephone AU for this pairing. So I wrote one myself. If you guys are interested, check it out! In progress.

#Overwatch #Fanfic #Mercy #Mercykill #reaper #Angela Ziegler #Gabriel Reyes #mercyxreaper

[thisisthe-way]

Mercykill Week — Day 5

OF MERCY AND DEATH - Too Spicy

“Welcome home,” Angela called to her husband from the kitchen area as he came through the door of their small apartment-like room on the Watchpoint.

Gabriel could smell something cooking and he grinned widely, pulling his coat and beanie off and hanging them up. “Mm, something smells good.”

Angela bounced out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “I decided to cook for you.”

Gabriel’s eyebrow immediately shot up. “You barely sleep at night for claims that you’re too busy to function but you found time to cook for me?”

“Well, we’ve been married for close to a month now and I wanted to do something special for you,” she said, and then took his hands and led him into the kitchen, seating him at the kitchen table as she stirred the pot on the stove and agitated something in the pan with a spatula.

Gabriel watched her, a smirk pulling at the sides of his lips as he drank in her the back of he, admiring her slim shoulders and ample hips and bottom. He stood and pressed himself up against her back, hands on her shoulders, and began to kiss her throat and ear. “You look damn good, cooking for me. Not sure if I’m hungry for dinner anymore.”

Angela laughed and elbowed him lightly, her elbow colliding with the hard muscle of his abs under his sweater. “You’re such a man. I can’t—“

He noticed what she was cooking. “Chilaquiles? Oh, we have time.” He scooped her up against her loud protests, flipped the heat onto low and carried her off into their bedroom.

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“Oh good, it isn’t burned,” Angela said when she returned to the kitchen, wearing only her robe now, her short bob hanging around her face.

Gabriel emerged from the room in a pair of sweats, shirtless in all his caramel skinned glory, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “You know, chilaquiles is one of my favorites. You call my sister?”

“Yes.”

“And...she didn’t bother telling you it’s usually a breakfast dish?”

Angela sighed. “I knew the fact that it asked for eggs was suspect.”

Gabriel chuckled. “Pobrecita.” He took a swig ofbhis beer. He sat back down at the table and watched his wife with admiration as she finished their dinner in only a robe, before putting a plate of it in front of him. He grinned. “Ah well, who am I to say no to breakfast for dinner?”

Angela stood, nervously watching as he took his first bite. At first, his face lit up at the delicious flavor and Angela began to soothe, but then he started to cough and heave as he took a long swig of his beer.

“Angie,” he choked, “babe, how many of the red chilis did you use in the sauce?”

“All of them...?”

“Didn’t you use a recipe?” He coughed as he stood up and got a glass of water from the sink, his beer now gone.

“Just the one your sister gave me,” Angela replied, blushing sheepishly, clearly not used to making Mexican food—or cooking at all. “Is it too spicy?”

Gabriel chuckled around his red face and dry throat as he nodded and chugged his water. “Yeah, but that’s not your fault, baby. Lupe knows I can’t handle spicy food. Even this far away, she still manages to find a way to mess with me.”

But Angela didn’t see the humor. Her special surprise was ruined now, and as he turned to look at her, he could see that it upset her that it was. Finishing his water, he approached her and touched her shoulders with his large hands, smiling.

“Thanks for dinner, Ange. Tell you what—why don’t we order takeout, go back to the bedroom and watch that stupid Disney movie you like so much, and maybe...wear in our bed a couple times more, hm?” He grinned widely.

Angela shrugged, but softened when she felt his large arms around her. She smiled against his chest, inhaled his scent, and nodded. “Next time, I promise I won’t ask your sister for help.”

Gabriel pursed his lips nervously and chuckled a little as he led her into their room. “Uhh, babe, how about you just let me do the cooking from now on?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Well...okay!”

#mercykill #mercykillweek2017 #mercykillweek #mercyxreaper #gabrielxangela #Angela Ziegler #Gabriel Reyes #reaper #mercy #Overwatch #Overwatch FanFiction #Overwatch fsnfic #FanFiction #writing #my writing #ships #shipping #day 5 #spicy

[mercykilltrash]

Get you a friend who supports your mercykill brain rot @cosmicedgelord ❤️

#overwatch #mercy/reaper #mercykill #mercyxreaper #mercy #reaper #gabriel reyes #mercy ow

[frankenzebra]

Gonna have to start playing Mercy again now! Thank you @ibsouls 💕 #overwatch @overwatcheu #blizzardentertainment #funkopop #mercykill #mercyxreaper https://www.instagram.com/p/ByldQWjHvhf/?igshid=gbe9c30cdz73

#overwatch #blizzardentertainment #funkopop #mercykill #mercyxreaper

[sn0wwings]

#overwatch #mercy #mercy overwatch #overwatch mercy #reaper #reaper overwatch #mercyxreaper #mercykill #reaperxmercy #overwatch reaper

[mercykillbaby]

Thank you my dear friend for taking this picture with me ♡

#mercy #overwatch mercy #mercykillwithmybae #mercyxreaper #overwatch reaper #reaperxmercy #gabriel reyes #mercykill #reapcy #reaper #overwatch

[overwatchfanficbyevelyn]

Phantom of the Overwatch Part Four

Savory smells filled the already warm air around her senses, Angela's stomach beginning to wake with hunger. Slowly she became aware of the soft and velvety blankets encompassing her, and the pillows surrounding her adding to the security she was feeling. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking around the dimly lit room, the light from a fireplace dancing off the black furniture and decor. Angela sat up, her head immediately spinning and a sharp pain ringing through her body. Where was she? Her mind raced backwards, trying to find any clue to where she was. Suddenly, she remembered Reaper, their fight, and the coldness and loneliness that accompanied her in the holding cell. Her stomach again began to ache, reminding her how she had neglected it in her despair. There was movement in the doorway, the familiar ghostly white face with red glowing eyes moving towards her. Angela stumbled backwards on the bed, her heart pounding with the fear and confusion she was feeling. Reaper stopped, watching her carefully. “What do you want now?” Angela demanded, her voice shaking. It was strained and dry, the very sound of the sadness emanating from her words was a brutal reminder of how he had treated her. His heart sank, guilt eating at his conscience. He didn't even know he had a conscience left, at least not until now. “Angela, its okay.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and though still rough, it somehow seemed gentle. Angela stared at him, not sure what to expect or say, since she remembered their last conversation filled with anger and malice. The Ghastly figure walked over to the fireplace, taking his gloves off and setting them aside before reaching for a tray with a bowl of soup keeping warm by the fire. He delicately took the tray, slowly approached the bed, and set it down on the edge. Angela watched him carefully, stopping on his ungloved hands. Though riddled with scars from burns and cuts, she recognized them. Her heart filled with sadness as she remembered the day she lost Gabriel, the fire and explosions, the condition they found Jack in. Tears filled her eyes and she began to sob, her head beginning to pulse with pain as her headache worsened from the crying. “Gabriel, what has happened to you? And why didn't you come back! I-I could have helped you!” Her sobbing caught him off guard, and his guilt began to mix with a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what to say, let alone what to do. “You need to eat. I gave you a shot earlier and put some medicine in the soup so you should start to feel better soon.” Quickly, Reaper grabbed his gloves and slipped them on, rushing out the door and locking it behind him. Angela sat, confused, upset, and in lots of pain. She watched the door and waited, simultaneously hoping he would leave her alone and come back. She looked at the soup sitting next to her, its hearty smell playing on her sense of hunger. It was a vegetable and meat stew that she immediately recognized from her home country of Switzerland. Several years ago, she had taught Gabriel how to make it in an attempt to get him to take better care of himself… maybe he wasn't as lost as she thought he was, after all, he still remembered how to make her favorite soup.

#Phantom of the Overwatch Part Four #Evelyn Michaelis #Overwatch Fan fiction by Evelyn #Mercy #Angela Ziegler #Reaper #Gabriel Reyes #MercyxReaper #ReaperxMercy #Mercykill #Phanton of the Overwatch

[trentfriend]

Here's an Idea

All the MercyKill content that I have been consuming reminded me of something that someone said in regards to the lore for Gabriel Reyes (A.K.A. Reaper/King Thicc Thighs). What if, Now here me out, what if the higher ups in Overwatch wanted Gabriel dead and had Jack "trick" Angela into making reverse nano healing tech to try and kill him discreetly but to the super soldier program the deadly nano bots and what ever was healing Gabriel only cancelled each other out which puts him in a physical limbo of life and death and him finding out is the reason that started the fall of Overwatch as a whole? Now I'm sure you already heard of this theory, but if you add in MercyKill you may have a even deeper reason for the fall. Maybe the assassination itself was not the problem but it was the fact that they forced his angel into it, or maybe the fact she went all with it, or even worse, it was her idea from the get go? I just thought I would bring some dark,sad,gritty theme to the MercyKill ship for art or fanfic prompts.

#mercy #angela ziegler #reaper #gabriel reyes #king thicc thighs #mercykill #mercyxreaper #overwatch #art prompt #story prompt