She rushed to Moira’s side. Angela picks her up by the shoulder and laid Moira on her lap. She embraced the almost lifeless woman, like sheltering her from harm.
“Moira, moira, moira.” Angela’s voice was shaky, she held the doctor in her arms like she’s forgiven everything. Gold dust enveloped Moira’s body, but it was only enough to wake her up.
Moira opened her eyes and went to caress Angela’s cheek.
“A-Angela.” She started coughing blood.
“No, don’t speak, I can still heal you.” Angela was in complete panic, her staff, broken, and her suit, malfunctioning. There’s nothing Angela could do, even Moira’s rig was destroyed by the shotgun pellets that hit her.
“Angela.” Moira said, she gave a long pause, resisting the retching of her blood, she swallowed deep and pulled Angela, connecting their foreheads. Moira closed her eyes and smiled with tears from her eyes; the grime in her face made it more visible as it rolls down to her cheek. Her breathes became more shallow each second that passes.
“Moira, please.” Angela overflowed with despair, begging Moira to find the will to live on.
“I’m sorry. I l-love y–” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence, she fell lifeless in Angela’s arms, closing her eyes without fight; leaving an angel to weep for the devil.
Note: flash fiction where Moira dies, I’m just an amateur yeeeet
These are my two favorite doodles out of all the ones I did during finals week.
“Okay zoomer.” —Moira.
The best gift one could ever have
Sigma’s gift 💝🎁
What a nutty player…
It’s actually more Scottish than Irish, but as Jesse joined a gang before he was 17, he doesn’t know.
I’ve reread every Moira Bio I saw and made me realize, she’s like a college student who kept swapping scholarships coz her genius is overrated.
At least that’s what I think
THEY GAVE MOIRA GREEN HAIR BECAUSE SHE’S THE GRINCH. SHE’S THE FUCKING GRINCH.
Peppermint and Holly
This year’s Winter Wonderland skins! -Knight
Day 1 of Moicy Week!
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 She’d forgotten to put her contact lenses in and was bound to wearing her outdated prescription glasses.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
Angela broke away from the kiss, her soft halo-esque hair surrounding angelic pink cheeks “I love you too Moira.” A broad smile on her face, a sheer contrast from the delicate frown seen just moments ago. She stood up on the tips of her toes and began whispering sweetly into the Irish woman’s ear. “You’re my amazing geneticist girlfriend and sometimes I feel like that you just -somehow- get more and more attractive everytime you speak. I love you Moira O’Deorain, you and all of your imperfections just as you adore mine.”
The Women of Overwatch
Will you mind if I join you?