#overwatch commission

[ggthedivine]

Zenyatta Chayanne (Chayatta/ Zenyanne (?)

This commission was actually fun to do, not only because I barely know about Overwatch but it's more about how this character have all the "old school gentleman" vibe -in a good way-.

He's such a hubby material in my eyes 💕

(You can also have something like this only for 10 USD ^^)

[pompadourrguy]

oh Ramattra, the man you are.

finished comm / Carrd w/ comm info! / VGen profile

[leviathancreation]

Overwatch Duo Art for Discord user Kiseki! Happy Holidays!

[soldierkiara]

Mercy/Ashe

A commission for @shanachan101! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you very much for commissioning me!  “Get OUT of here! You’re absolutely worthless! Complete garbage!” 

 The sight of a tear-stained intern rushing from Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe (Otherwise known as Miss Ashe)’s office was not an uncommon sight. Her previous assistant had been fired after only three days working for Miss Ashe’s company, and the assistant before that didn’t even last the morning. Ashe always started with one simple task that more often than not weeded out those who were not suited for the position as her assistant; fetch a cup of coffee. 

Most assistants would be surprised by her seemingly simple request; after all, how hard was it to get a cup of coffee? Then they began to expect some convoluted and difficult-to-remember order. But the order was simple as well. One large macchiato, with an extra shot of espresso. NOT a cortado, and with a chocolate cake pop on the side. Despite the simple instructions, it seemed that no intern or potential hiree was able to get this order correct. Miss Ashe was known for her short temper, and an incorrect coffee was the first step to a rotten day. The intern today had completely forgotten the cake pop, and brought back a large cortado. A simple mistake, but wrong nonetheless. Papers being slammed against the desk was able to be heard from down the hall of the office to where the rest of her workers sat, diligently keeping their heads down to avoid her wrath. Generally she was a “fun” boss; despite her temper she also had a sharp tongue, and was never short of a clever comeback to someone’s sass. Those with a faint of heart would never last in Miss Ashe’s company, and she made sure to remind each and every new employee that walked through her doors, and out of them as well. 

 “Can SOMEBODY PLEASE find me a decent fuckin’ assistant!” She yelled, not directly at anybody. “All I want is a cup o’ coffee!” She could totally go get the coffee herself, but what was the point in hiring someone who couldn’t complete the most important job of her morning? Just to avoid strife and constant stress from the angry boss, one of her more experienced workers goes to retrieve her order, hoping to satisfy her boss in even one aspect. After receiving her coffee, Miss Ashe was able to start her work day.

  It was over as quick as it started, most of her staff already gone for the day. She glanced at the clock, pushing some hair out of her face absentmindedly before turning her attention back to the pile of paperwork still sitting unfinished on her desk. Knowing she had an early meeting, she decided to abandon the paperwork for the night to go get some much needed shut-eye.

The next morning, Ashe was surprised to see an unfamiliar figure standing outside of her office door. “What do you want.” Ashe half barked, her hair slightly tousled from her early morning meeting that had left her almost ripping her hair out. 

 The figure turned, and Ashe couldn’t help but be surprised by what, by who stood before her. Beautiful soft blonde hair held at bay by a peach coloured scrunchie, soft pink lips, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with the innocence of an assistant not yet broken by their superior. “My name is Angela. Angela Ziegler. It is a pleasure to officially meet you, Miss Ashe. I’ve heard a lot of wonderful things about you.” Her comment earned a small scoff from the boss. 

 “Have you now. You still haven’t said what you want.” Already not listening to orders. This girl won’t last the hour. What were they thinking sending this young thing to me? 

“I apologize, I was under the impression that you were the boss of this establishment. Clearly I was mistaken due to the fact that you were unable to assume I was your new assistant.” Her tone was light, a soft smile playing at her lips as she spoke, even though her words dripped with what seemed to be thinly-veiled disrespect, something that Miss Ashe did not tolerate in the slightest.

 “Listen, girl, I will NOT be disrespected by some young little city girl with a smart mouth who thinks she can talk to me that way.” She snapped, noting the silence from her other staff. Clearly they were listening, and Ashe felt a brief flash of pity for whoever made the mistake of hiring this bright-eyed bimbo. 

The blonde, Angela, didn’t even flinch at the words being half shouted in her face. “I apologize Miss Ashe. I had gathered that you weren’t exactly the type to have people kiss the ground that you walked on. At least, that was what I had heard during my research into your company and your leadership style. I quite admire the razor sharp tongue that others have come to fear.” She tipped her head and shoulders forward slightly into a bow. “I did not mean any disrespect, and I hope that I didn’t wound you too greatly.” Angela’s eyes met those of Miss Ashe, almost daring her to scream in her face again. 

Instead, Ashe pushed past Angela with a scornful look. She unlocked the office door, quickly making her way over to the large oak desk that held the stacks of reminders of her unfinished work. “Whatever. If you actually plan on staying here for more than an hour, make yourself useful and get me a coffee, will you?” She placed her hat on the window ledge behind her desk before pulling out the nice looking office chair that was almost like a second home to Ashe.

  “It would be my pleasure. What is your order, Miss Ashe? I’ll write it down so I don’t get it incorrect.” When Ashe glanced up, she noticed Angela was already armed with a pen and paper on a clipboard Ashe hadn’t noticed until now. 

 “Listen carefully, got it?” She barked again, and Angela nodded. “I want one large macchiato, with an extra shot of espresso. NOT a cortado. With a chocolate cake pop on the side.” Ashe made sure to speak a little louder and clearly, as she did with every intern she gave this order to. “And make sure to get it from the coffee shop three doors down from here. None of that Starbucks crap. Got it?” 

“Yes Ma’am. I will be back shortly with your breakfast.” Once again she bowed her head before turning on her heel and quickly departing. 

Ashe sighed to herself. “She’s not terrible. I have to admit, I kind of like the attitude. Definitely not the doe-eyed blonde I was expecting.” She murmured to no one in particular, leaning back in her chair and placing the hat over her face, as if the fabric would be able to shield her from the unfinished work that was taunting her from the moment she stepped foot through the door to her office. If only she could get just a moment’s peace- 

Ashe jumped at the soft sound of a knock at her door. “What, what?!” She yelped slightly, her feet landing flat on the ground as she jerked forward back into the normal sitting position, her hat floating to the ground. She looked up to the smiling face of Angela. 

 “I brought what you requested, ma’am. I apologize for disturbing your apparently much needed power nap.” 

“What are you dragging on about?” She snapped defensively. “I wasn’t nappin’, I barely shut my eyes. Are you blind or something?” 

“No Ma’am.” Angela said calmly, setting the coffee down on her desk in front of her. “My eyesight is quite good, actually. You’ve been napping for probably about twenty minutes now?” She said, looking up at the clock on the wall. “Yes, about twenty minutes, assuming you fell asleep within five minutes of my departure.” Angela stepped back one step, still holding the cake pop hostage.

Ashe surveyed the cup that was placed in front of her, red eyes narrowed before slowly moving up to Angela’s smiling face. “What’s this?” 

 “Your coffee.”

 “This isn’t the logo from the place I told you to go.” Ashe barked, waving her hand at the cup. “Why didn’t you go to the shop I told you to?”

 Angela simply smiled again, clearly not worried about the mistake. “Well, Miss Ashe, when I went to the coffee shop you requested, they informed me that they actually did not make macchiato’s there, only cortado’s, which you explicitly said you did not want. So I left to go to the coffee shop three doors down the other direction, and brought you the coffee you asked for. I also brought the cake pop you asked for. It’s actually quite convenient that I went to the other shop, as the one you told me to go to actually only sold vanilla or birthday cake flavoured cake pops.” 

 Ashe stared hard at her for a looooong moment, debating whether or not to tell her to shove that cake pop where the sun don’t shine. “...Good job.” She finally said, taking a sip of the coffee. “Finally someone who can follow orders.” 

Angela smiled once more, in that angelic way that she seemed to have, and handed over the cake pop. “I’m glad I could fulfill your wishes. If that was sufficient, maybe you would be willing to let me get started on this stack of papers? Assuming these are the ones that haven’t been attended to yet by the way you keep scowling at them.” 

Ashe coughed slightly, turning away and leaning back again. “Yeah, take ‘em. Screw them up and you can bet your pretty ass that you won’t ever get to work in this town again, capiche?” She waved her cake pop threateningly, a few sprinkles falling off and onto the desk, which Ashe practically ignored.

  “I understand, Miss. Thank you for this opportunity. I promise I’ll be of use to you.”

 Ashe looked the blonde up and down for a moment before smirking. “I’m sure you will, doll.” By the end of her first day, Angela had already tackled over a quarter of the very large pile of paperwork. She had worked diligently and quietly for the majority of the day, only stopping to take a break for lunch. The only time she made any sort of noise was when she was calling clients or other important persons on Ashe’s behalf, which Ashe very much appreciated. Ashe had left about halfway through the day, to sit through back to back meetings which seemed almost endless. When she finally returned, she actually found Angela sweeping the area around her desk, a task that Ashe had not asked Angela to do. 

 “What do you think you’re doin’?” Ashe asked, arms crossed and leaning in the doorway. Angela looked up, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear. “Since it is too late to be calling the associates for the next bit of paperwork, I wanted to keep myself busy while still doing something that was useful. You’re barely able to keep up with the paperwork, so I figured that the basic cleaning was probably a bit neglected as well.” She shrugged slightly, giving her almost a playful smile. “And maybe because I was hoping to catch you before we both left for the day, I stayed in the one place I knew you would have to return to at some point. Pretty devious, huh?” 

 Was that a flirting tone to her voice? It couldn't have been, though Ashe wasn’t able to deny that she was definitely interested in the woman before her. “..I see.” Was all Ashe could really force herself to say in that moment. “Well..Thanks, I guess.” Ashe walked into the room and over to the desk, picking up the hat that was placed neatly on the windowsill where it was originally placed this morning. “You can go. You’re done for the day. Good job.” Ashe grabbed the keys to her motorcycle and shoved them in her pocket. “Be here at 8am every morning. We’ll discuss your schedule more tomorrow when you come in. What you’re wearing is fine; as long as your underwear can’t be seen I couldn’t care less. I’m going to get a beer.” 

“Thank you again, Miss Ashe.” Angela said with a smile, watching her new boss begin to depart. “I don’t normally ask so brazenly, and especially not with my now-boss, but.. Would you care for some company at the bar?” 

 Ashe glanced over at Angela, briefly wondering what she looked like with her hair down. “..Fine. But sucking up to me won’t get you special treatment.” 

 “Oh, is it so terrible that someone might want to spend some time with you outside of work?” Angela laughed softly, and Ashe couldn’t help but notice the way the corners of Angela’s eyes crinkled slightly when she laughed. 

“Yes.” Ashe replied with a playful snarkiness to her tone. “Now let’s go, if we rush we can still make happy hour. You ‘fraid of motorcycles?”

  Angela’s smile widened a bit. “Not one bit.”

 “Good.” Was Ashe’s reply as she held the door open for her new assistant. “C’mon then.” Mercy took Ashe’s arm, despite the fact that it wasn’t offered. Ashe glanced down at her, the realization that this girl would probably be her downfall slowly creeping in.

And the worst part was that Miss Ashe was alright with that. 

[doodlesomestories]

Commission for @pigbig90 ! Thanks so much for commissioning me to draw the pig and rat man! ;D

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[cleverfoxhound-writes]

Commission: Valkyrie’s Kiss

Barbarian/Valkyrie! AU With the threat of the undead army nearly on the doorstep of Zarya and her sibling's home, her younger brother rushed into a journey she felt that he didn't need to take, Zarya goes after her brother to bring him back to safety. 

What she didn't expect was to meet one of the rarest sights of all. A male Valkyrie. Barbarian! Zarya x M!Valkyrie!Mercy

"The undead army will overrun us if we don't do something…"

She knew about the carnage that on the fields and if left unchecked the undead army that rampaged over their homeland would overrun them and they too would be added to the undead army.

Her youngest brother, Olaf, had left the safety of their home and on a journey that she believed was not needed. The eldest brothers were already protecting the villages that were in danger and their village that her and her siblings were tucked away provided safety but did not prevent those who willingly ran into danger.

In Endoria their family was one of the most revered and prestigious Barbarian families because of their strength and ruthless tactics. Zarya was the oldest of the eight children, three male and five female, she took over the household and refused to marry until her sisters were old enough to be wed. But the family had a new danger, Zarya knew that her brothers were not immortal and she promised their mother before their mother went to her death with her father on the field.

"Mother…guide me. I will bring Olaf back and protect everyone," Zarya whispered as she clutched the pendant around her neck. She stood in front of the entrance of their home, eyes closed in a small prayer before she reached for the door.

"You're going after him…aren't you?"

Zarya turned around to see a small girl with nearly the same features as hers, her hair blond with a pink hue, her eyes were bright blue.

"Vestra…" Zarya began. The young girl slowly approached Zarya.

"Yes…I have to," Zarya replied.

"Please…don't die," Vestra whispered as she tried to hold back tears that threatened to fall. Zarya sighed as she knelt in front of her and with a quick flick of a finger Zarya wiped away the tears.

"I have to bring him back, mother told me to protect him and I will. It was her dying wish," Zarya replied. Vestra nodded silently.

"Back to bed. I will return with haste until then, listen to Grei," Zarya said as she stood and grabbed the axe that her father once wielded.

Vestra nodded silently as she watched the woman exit from the safety of their home.

Dressed in her leather armor that had been made for her on the premise if her older brothers fell in battle or if her mother were unable to bear more male children.

Her helmet resembled that of her father, small plates on the side meant to protect the sides of the face followed by intricately designed "V" cut front of the helmet to shield her eyes. The poignant feature about the helmet was the three large spikes that jutted from the sides and top.

Patched together with leather, hide, fur and steel, each piece of her armor symbolized an achievement or a trophy to prove her worth to her father. The cuirass accommodated her large chest and covered with tribal designs important to their family and scale mail to provide more protection. Finally, the pauldron she adorned was nearly a replica of her father's but more simple design, leather, and iron plates angled and fastened together to protect her wielding arm.

"Mother...Father...guide me,"

"The Valkyries are aware of what is to come if the undead army is left untouched…," one of the winged females began.

"We already have the best Valkyries on the battlefield to assist the...barbarians," another voice came.

"The barbarians…well at least they will do the heavy lifting and the Valkyries will handle the rest," the first winged woman began.

"And what of the others? What are we to do?"

The women at the table gave a quick look to one another before they glanced at the person who had spoken. A blue-eyed, blond-haired man that stood in the crowd mostly of women with the same features.

"You are to stay here until you are needed. There are those that will go out into the field and assist where needed," the woman stated.

"But-"

"You will not act unless you are told to,"

The young man seemed to hold back but relented as the other women began to whisper and look at him. He knew they whispered about him, he knew his situation was different from theirs, Angelo, known as Mercy was rare.

A male Valkyrie.

The women in the large hall began to disperse leaving only Angelo and a woman with blonde hair pinned into double buns.

"Angelo, you know not to question the elders," the woman began.

"The world below is in danger, I could not just sit idly by, Siva," Angelo replied.

The woman known as Siva sighed heavily as she stopped the young man in his tracks, Siva stood at least a foot taller than he but the look that he gave the woman proved that he would stand his ground in front of her as well. Again, Siva sighed as she gave Angelo a knowing look.

"I have been at your side since you somehow made it into Valhalla...you are like a family to me," Siva began as she reached for the stray piece of hair that stuck to the side of Angelo's face.

"I appreciate you and everyone for that but-" Angelo trailed off.

"You parents... lives were taken so suddenly, you were still a babe when they were slain," Siva began quietly.

"Even so-" Angelo began. "That does not give you the right to treat me as a child,"

The taller blond haired woman sighed exasperatedly at the young man's stubbornness.

"We cannot go against the orders of Brynhylde, that goes against the word of Odin himself!" Siva huffed.

"Then what do we do-" Angelo began.

"We wait," Siva replied firmly.

At that moment, Angelo narrowed his eyes at the taller woman as he grabbed his beloved staff, Caduceus and pass the woman to the outside of large sanctuary and took flight into the heavens and down beneath the clouds.

"Angelo wait!"

Zarya knocked back the rotten corpse that lashed at her, her large dual sided axe cleaved cleanly through the rotten corpse. She quickly spun her axe around to slice another corpse in half before she swung her axe wide halving the group of undead that surrounded her.

"There are too many…but I cannot falter and cannot give up!"

With a flick of her axe, she prepared for the second onslaught from the unrelenting forces of the undead. With a ferocious cry, Zarya lashed out at the closest undead soldier and cleaved it in two. Though valiant, the sword-wielding corpses managed to cut through her stalwart reflexes, and through the armor, she wore and along with tough leather hide she wore. The deep cuts burned at her biceps, and thigh.

In a blind rage, she swung her axe wide again halving the undead that encroached upon her. Adrenaline pumped through her system muting the burning and biting pain of the wounds that surly bled down her legs and arms.

"I will not fall," Zarya began. "My time will not end here!" Zarya roared as the rage of her ancestors filled her with a new an unbridled strength.

I WILL NOT FALL!

Filled with rage she lunged at the nearest corpse as did the army of corpses did at her. She didn't know how many she had cleaved or shredded in two but her strength began to fade her as she demolished all that she could but the wounds she had sustained from the rage of her ancestors began to fade and she soon would succumb to the wounds if there were no reprieve. Her vision began to fade as she fell to one knee.

Suddenly, a bright light shone above the woman blinding her and surprising the undead army. Though her heart drummed in her ears, she could hear the nearly muted noise of a trumpet echoing in the area. Suddenly, fire and lightning rained down from the heavens striking down the undead.

"W-What?" Zarya panted as blood and sweat ran down her face and stung her eyes, her throat burned.

Within minutes the rest of the undead army that surrounded Zarya had been struck down, burned and fried to a crisp. With her strength waning, Zarya quickly looked for the source of the magic, the source of warmth the surrounded her as she looked towards the heavens.

Angelic like wings filled her vision as she fell into darkness.

Heroes never die

Zarya suddenly shot up from her forced slumber and came face to face with an armor-clad winged man.

"Y-You—" Zarya choked.

"You're alive…good," the unknown Valkyrie began as they gave the woman a sheepskin flask and stood.

Her heartbeat drummed in her ear as she tried to gather her surroundings and to regain her voice.

"Where…am I? Who are you?" Zarya questioned, her voice rough, harsh as she hints of the iron-like taste of blood assaulted her taste buds causing her to grimace.

"Who am I? In short, your savior…where are you? Somewhere safe…for now at least," the blonde haired man replied.

Zarya remained silent as she cautiously looked over the man, she could feel the strange celestial aura radiating from the man. The armor he wore made of materials she had never seen before, the metal boots and greaves that shielded the man's legs, followed by the bare skin of his thighs and the metal plating of the skirt that protected his crotch. Her eyes then traveled to the intricately designed breast plate and wings.

The main feature that was poignant to Zarya was the fact that this celestial being, which she knew to be a Valkyrie was not a woman but male.

Obvious to the woman's critical eye, the male Valkyrie focused on their surroundings, to see if there were more enemies about.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Your name," Zarya began.

"I am known as Mercy," Mercy replied as he extended a hand to the woman to help her stand.

Zarya glanced at the gesture and stood herself. Silently, Mercy pursed their lips together as he moved away from the larger barbarian woman; he focused on the corpses and their belongings.

"I did not want to believe that all Barbarians were rude but you have quickly crushed that," Mercy muttered.

Zarya watched in silence as Mercy seemed to check the corpses for something, she was somewhat in a shock at the man.

"Are you really a Valkyrie? I thought Valkyries were all women…"Zarya commented as she checked her armor and her leathers. She heard the man click his tongue his in annoyance and the sullen look that crossed the man's face.

"And I thought that all Barbarian warriors were male," Mercy replied. Zarya raised an eyebrow surprised at the sarcastic response from the male.

From what she was told about the Valkyries by her father, all Valkyries were women welcomed into Valhalla with Odin and the other women that died a noble death were welcomed by Freyja in Folkvanger, but the man in front of her proved differently.

"It is rare, but I am a Valkyrie," Mercy replied.

Zarya looked at the man uncertain before she too turned her attention to the setting sun.

"I am here because I have a mission that involves you," Mercy replied.

"What mission would you have with me? Are you blind to see that what we are dealing with? The dead rise from the ground once again to wreak havoc upon our lands while YOUR kind watches the destruction upon our lands while you do nothing—" Zarya began.

"You are wrong," Mercy interjected cutting the woman off. "We are aware what is transpires in the realm of mortals and we are aiding as much as we can," Mercy added as he looked at the woman.

"Then use your magicks, do something, our people…our families are being massacred," Zarya began.

"We are more than aware of the situation that plagues this land ...what we didn't expect is for the women to be on the field…" Mercy commented.

"Says the person who clearly defies all teaching...or logic," Zarya commented underhandedly. "You shouldn't even exist,"

"I exist as much as you do and last time I checked women were not supposed to be warriors," Mercy replied bitterly.

Zarya grumbled and turned away from the blond-haired man and began to trudge through the bodies. Mercy quickly looked towards the woman and sighed, his wings fluttered slightly as they flapped giving the young man flight as he followed after her.

"Do you require something from me?" Zarya asked as she continued forward.

"Yes, I need to speak to you about the one named Olaf...he is of your kin correct?" Mercy questioned.

"What about him?" Zarya questioned and suddenly stopped as she turned to face the man. The smaller man nearly bumped into the woman surprised at the sudden stop.

"The other Valkyries are searching for him...he is the one to stop all of this nonsense," Mercy began. "He's the chosen one,"

"It would seem that luck is on your side….Valkyrie," Zarya replied as she turned her back to him and continued forward. "I am looking for him as well,"

"Perfect, we can travel together," Mercy replied.

"I didn't ask for a travel partner," Zarya replied as she continued forward, Angelo followed after her.

"I did not ask for many things but they happened," Mercy replied. "Besides, you cannot die on the field,"

"I was not going to die, "Zarya countered.

"Denial is the first sign of defeat. I am here to help," Angelo smirked.

"It doesn't seem like it. You seem like a nuisance," Zarya muttered.

Angelo stopped at the woman's comment and watched as she continued forward.

Slightly annoyed with me the male Valkyrie, she turned to see if indeed the man still followed her. What she didn't expect is for the man to stand there dejectedly.

"What? Did I offend you? I am surprised," Zarya commented as she stopped to face the seemingly young man.

"There are some things that...are delicate," Mercy replied.

"Even though you are a celestial being...I would have thought that would have been nothing for you," Zarya commented.

"I find your humor misplaced," Mercy replied bitterly.

"The feeling is mutual," Zarya replied as she gave the man a stoic stare.

"Who knew that Barbarians were so stoic…" Mercy commented.

"We do what we must to survive. Also...if you're coming with me then let's go perhaps you can assist me in searching for my brother," Zarya sighed.

"I am glad you agreed," Mercy smirked as his wings fluttered slightly as they flapped slightly as he began to hover after her.

Several hours into their journey, the two travel in silence until one spoke up.

"Your armor is strange…I still find it interesting that Barbarians have female warriors…" Mercy began.

"Warriors aren't supposed to dress like this," Zarya commented as she gestured to the man. " What kind of protection does your armor give? It reveals the most important areas. It makes no sense,"

"It...it is the tradition. All Valkyries dress as such," Mercy replied confidently.

"It doesn't protect you from an enemy's attack with a sword or even a quarter stick, you are too open," Zarya replied.

"I mean-"

Without warning a dark aura seemed to prick at the warm sunny air around the two, immediately the two stopped in their tracks.

'"Looks like we're no longer alone," Mercy commented.

"Stay alert...I will protect you," Zarya began as her icy blue eyes scanned the area. Mercy chuckled deeply as the large opal-like crystal of his beloved staff, Caduceus, began to glow a soft blue.

"Don't underestimate me," Mercy replied.

"We'll see about that," Zarya grunted as the dead seemed to claw themselves from the ground below and up to the surface to surround the two.

The woman shouted a battle cry as a surge of energy rushed through Zarya's system and dashed forward to rush the undead that stood before them, a big gust of wind behind her as Mercy took flight above her, out of reach of the undead army as the larger woman slaughtered the undead for their final rest. Within moments, the undead were dealt with and Zarya collapsed to one knee, exhausted from the surge of energy that had coursed through her moments ago.

"W-what was that?" Zarya panted. Mercy was silent as he lowered himself to the stained ground next to her.

"W..what did you do to me?" Zarya questioned.

"I am not just a Valkyrie for my good looks…" Mercy smirked.

"Spare me," Zarya scoffed as she stood.

"Perhaps-"

Without warning Zarya pulled the man to her, pressing her lips to his in a heated hungry kiss, almost instinctively Mercy responded to the kiss. Hungry, needy and almost immediately Zarya pulled back from the kiss leaving the man in shock.

"...What..was that?" Zarya muttered as she turned away.

"That is what I want to know…" Mercy commented and cleared his throat slightly his cheeks stained a bright red

Awkward and a bit flustered Zarya turned away from the man and quickly retrieved her axe. Mercy after he calmed himself from the sudden rush and embarrassment, he looked smugly at the woman.

"What was that?" Zarya questioned.

"I am attuned to the magic arts and well I can heal those who need it and can increase the brute strength of those as well," Mercy replied with a smirk. " I suppose you were coming down from the euphoria of my magic,"

"I...I see," Zarya stuttered. "Let's continue...we don't have much sunlight left,"

The two made haste through the open fields and found large formations of rocks to use a shelter for the night, they were weary but needed to rest.

"Your real name is Angelo…" Zarya repeated, Mercy replied with a nod.

"Yes. We have titles just as your kind does...and well mine was Mercy...I'm sure it has something to do with...my upbringing,"

"I see...you will receive no pity from me...your kind are nearly gods to us, you live among the Heavens with Odin himself," Zarya replied.

"We don't want pity, we know what we need to do and nothing more," Mercy replied. "Besides, we do have free reign to do what we wish within means...but for you...it seems a bit more...ordered,"

"Without it, things would be in chaos," Zarya replied.

"Does that include your arranged marriage?" Mercy commented.

"...It does," Zarya hesitated. "Although it is postponed until this whole ordeal with the undead has been dealt with.

"And after?"

"If my supposed husband is still alive we will be wed,"

"And if he's not?" Mercy questioned.

"You are asking too many questions…" Zarya trailed off.

"I am curious about you," Mercy replied.

Zarya blushed slightly at the man adjacent to her, they had been traveling all day and learned small fragments about one another but there was one thing about the man that Zarya noticed.

He looked feminine at a passing glance, his seemingly silky blond hair pulled into a ponytail did nothing but to make his features look even more feminine, but now closer she could clearly see the man's nearly chiseled jawline. His stature and form were much smaller than her but she could clearly see the lean and nearly hidden features of muscles in his arms and partially underneath the cloth that he wore underneath the breastplate that he wore.

She knew that he was no Adonis and didn't compare him to her soon to be partner. Lost in thought and oblivious to the man's movement, Zarya flinched as Mercy placed an errant piece of the woman's soft pink hair behind her ear and gently ran the back of his hand across Zarya's soft but strong jawline.

"I thought beauty was only for the gods and goddesses, but you rival the goddesses," Mercy whispered softly as he stood in front of her.

"T..thank you," Zarya replied as her cheeks were stained like the pink of her hair.

He stood on the tips of his toes and leaned in to see if the woman would stop him, she did not, she remained silent as her eyes searched his. With a gentle smirk, he brushed his lips against hers before he pressed his lips flush against her in a gentle kiss.

Tender and full of affection.

A soft moan came from Zarya as she slowly responded to his kiss. Soft, slow, almost methodical he kissed her again and again. The tenderness of the kiss was foreign to her and completely opposite of the adrenaline-filled kiss earlier.

A surprised yelp came from the woman as she felt the man's tongue run over her bottom lip, she had to admit that she was new to this gentle way. With a bit a tender coaxing she obliged and opened to him. Gingerly her fingertips brushed against his chiseled stomach and then to the hidden muscles of his back.

He groaned slightly at the woman's hand's as they curiously and cautiously explored him. He wrapped a hand around the woman's neck as the other slowly slid down the curve of her lower back and to the supple curve of her rear and bravely caressed and groped.

Moans came from both of them as he deepening the seemingly innocent kiss. Without preamble, Zarya took control of the kiss, the same rash and impulsiveness as before came rushing back and into the kiss. Their tongues clashed and danced against each other, not giving leeway to the other to show who was more dominant between the two.

As quickly as it started they both broke the kiss, both panting as they looked hazily at each other. The fire crackled softly in front of them as they gradually regained their breath.

"Um…" Zarya began almost awkwardly," What...was that for?"

Mercy cleared his throat as he looked at the woman with a cocked grin.

"I wanted to see how well you would do…" he began. "And you did well…"

Zarya looked at the man confused and noticed that his wings had grown to encircle the two, enveloping them both in a warm light the protected them from the evil that surrounded them in the night.

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Zarya and Lynx Seventeen commission done for @hanktalkin !! Thank you again my friend :D

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I am now open for commissions!

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Prices stated are for ONE CHARACTER only. Extra characters will have extra charges.

I can draw anything except: ROBOT(s), FURRIES(s),  YAOI/HENTAI (NSFW).

I would love to draw OCs, Naruto’s, GameOfThrones’ and OVERWATCH’s ! Fantasy stufffssssssss :3

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