Finally, I'm writing Overwatch stories. I played Overwatch from the start, but stopped when OW2 came around; and I'm certain I won't touch a Blizzard game ever again.
But thanks to Overwatch I stumbled over a Pharmercy tumbler blog and it's probably the greatest thing ever, I love this ship so much. So, the majority of the content posted here will be F/F stuff; I hope you'll enjoy.
It had been an incredibly long day for Dr. Angela Ziegler, also known as Mercy to her colleagues at Overwatch. One patient after another had come flooding into the medbay, leaving her with little time to rest between treating critical injuries. By the time she wearily made her way back to her private quarters at the Watchpoint, all she wanted was a hot shower and her soft bed.
As the door slid open, the last thing she expected to see was her girlfriend Fareeha 'Pharah' Amari relaxing on her couch. The usually serious soldier flashed her a smile, dressed casually in sweats with her raven hair down around her shoulders. "Rough day, doc?" she asked knowingly. On the coffee table sat a steaming mug and a plate of cookies.
"The roughest," Mercy sighed, kicking off her shoes as the door shut behind her. She sank down next to Pharah, leaning her head on the soldier's muscular shoulder. Strong but gentle hands began kneading the knots from her back and neck. "I don't know how you do it every day, Fareeha."
Pharah chuckled softly. "It helps to blow off steam now and then. I thought you could use some comfort when you got off." She pressed a kiss to Mercy's temple, holding her close. The doctor's tense muscles started to relax as Pharah worked her magic. Soon she was picking up the mug of tea - Earl Grey, her favourite.
"Did I ever tell you how wonderful you are?" Mercy murmured after taking a restorative sip. Pharah grinned and tucked a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear. "Once or twice. But I'm always happy to remind you." She leaned in for a tender kiss, tasting of cookies and tea. All the stress of the day melted away in Pharah's strong yet gentle embrace. For the first time all evening, Dr. Ziegler smiled, feeling at peace.
Mercy sighed contentedly as Pharah held her close on the couch, her girlfriend's steady presence helping her forget all the trauma of the day, if only for a little while. But Pharah soon wrinkled her nose playfully. "Not that I mind, ya ˁasal, but I think someone could use a shower. You're starting to smell like the medbay in here!"
The doctor giggled in spite of her exhaustion. "I know, I know. It's been non-stop triage for twelve hours straight. I probably have blood all over me." She made a show of sniffing her lab coat.
"Well then, up you get," Pharah grinned, taking Mercy's hands and pulling her to her feet. "I drew you a hot bath to soak away the aches and pains. Go get cleaned up - I'll be waiting right here when you're done." She gave Mercy's rear an affectionate pat, sending her off towards the en-suite bathroom.
Under the steaming jets of water, Mercy sighed in bliss as the dirt and stresses of the day rinsed away down the drain. She took her time washing her hair and skin, losing herself in the simple ritual of self-care. By the time she stepped out wrapped in a fluffy white towel, she was a new woman.
Heading back into the main living area, steam billowing behind her, Mercy found Pharah had dimmed the light and started the electric fireplace. Its flickering light danced across her dusky skin as she lounged on the rug, eyes following Mercy with a smouldering gaze. "Feel better, ˁazizati?" she purred in her low voice.
Mercy felt herself blushing under Pharah's heated gaze. All the tension was slowly building between them once more, despite her exhaustion. Or perhaps because of it - after such a draining day, surrendering to pleasure sounded utterly divine.
Pharah rose and held out a hand. "Come with me, ya ˁasal. I think I have just what the doctor ordered." Her low chuckle sent a shiver down Mercy's spine as she took the offered hand. Pharah led her through the spacious living area and into the bedroom, lit by dozens of candles. Rose petals were scattered across crisp white sheets.
"Fareeha, what is all this?" Mercy breathed, turning in Pharah's arms. The soldier smiled down at her tenderly. 'You've been pushing your body to the limit, Angela. I want to help you fully unwind and relax." Strong hands slid beneath Mercy's towel to knead her shoulders. She melted into Pharah's touch with a satisfied moan.
"Now, lie down and let me take care of you," Pharah whispered, pressing a kiss to Mercy's neck. She guided the doctor gently onto her stomach. "I've got all your favourite oils here to work out every last knot. You just close your eyes and think of something calming."
Warm scented liquid drizzled onto Mercy's bare back, followed by Pharah's expert hands gliding smoothly over her skin. She groaned softly as tight muscles unravelled under her girlfriend's ministrations. "You have magic fingers, Fareeha," she sighed drowsily.
Pharah's strong yet nimble fingers worked magic across Mercy's aching muscles. She knew exactly where the doctor carried her tension - right between the shoulder blades, at the base of her neck, along her lower back. Pharah pressed and kneaded those spots with just the right pressure, coaxing out all the knots and kinks from a long day spent hunched over patients.
Mercy sighed blissfully, melting further into the mattress with each pass of Pharah's skilled hands. The scented oils made her skin tingle wherever they touched, heightening her other senses. She could feel Pharah's warmth above her, hear her steady breathing, smell her intoxicating natural musk. It was deeply relaxing yet intensely arousing all at once.
"You're so good to me, Fareeha," Mercy murmured drowsily. Pharah leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck. "It's my pleasure, habibti. I aim to please." She worked her way lower, massaging Mercy's waist and hips with firm circular motions. When she reached the swell of her backside, Pharah's hands lingered, kneading the plump flesh with just the right pressure.
Mercy couldn't help the soft gasps and moans escaping her lips with each exquisite caress. Pharah knew exactly how to stoke the smouldering embers within her, working her expertly towards a state of total relaxation and release. All the stresses of the day were melting away under Pharah's devoted ministrations. She had never felt so cared for, so cherished, so utterly blissful.
Mercy sighed softly as Pharah's expert hands worked their way down her legs, easing away every last vestige of tension. But a new kind of tension was building deep within her core, stoked higher by each of Pharah's caring caresses. She turned over slowly to face her girlfriend, eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
"Fareeha, you seem to have missed a spot," Mercy purred playfully, reaching up to brush back a lock of dark hair from Pharah's face. Her nipples had hardened into pebbled buds, pressing against the thin fabric of her towel. Pharah's eyes flickered down to the enticing sight, then back up with a knowing smile.
"And what spot might that be, habibti?" she asked in a low rumble, tracing a finger along Mercy's collarbone. The doctor shivered at her touch. "I believe you promised to take care of me fully, meine Liebe" Mercy replied, batting her lashes innocently. She reached for Pharah's hands. "Won't you massage the front of me too?"
Pharah chuckled, letting Mercy guide her hands to the towel's edges. "As you wish, Doctor," she grinned, calluses rasping deliciously against soft skin as she tugged the towel away. Her eyes darkened with undisguised hunger as Mercy's nude form was revealed to her gaze.
"Though it seems I'm rather...overdressed for the job at hand," Pharah purred, leaning down to capture a rose-hard nipple between her lips. Mercy gasped, arching into the exquisite sensation as Pharah's tongue swirled around the pebbled bud. But then the soldier sat back once more, granting Mercy a tantalizing view of her own.
Pharah made a show of slowly peeling off her shirt, exposing her toned abs and black sports bra beneath. Mercy's eyes followed every movement hungrily. Next came Pharah's sweatpants, pushed down her muscular thighs along with her simple black panties. Her arousal glistened between her hairy folds, calling out for attention.
"Better?" Pharah asked throatily, leaning down once more to capture Mercy's lips in a searing kiss. Their naked forms pressed together eagerly as their kisses grew fevered and hungry. Strong hands cupped Mercy's breasts, thumbs teasing her aching buds in slow circles that had her gasping into Pharah's mouth.
"You are exquisite, habibti," Pharah growled, nipping down Mercy's neck. "And you are all mine tonight to pleasure as I see fit," Pharah growled against Mercy's neck. She kissed her way down the doctor's quivering body, pausing to swirl her tongue around each pert breast. Mercy cried out softly, clutching at Pharah's muscular back, lost in sensation.
"Now, where was that spot you said needed attention?" Pharah mused, nipping lightly at Mercy's ribs to elicit more breathy gasps. Her hands came up to palm both breasts in unison, pinching and rolling the hard buds between knowing fingers. Mercy writhed beneath her ministrations, back arching for more contact.
Pharah obliged by shifting lower to press open-mouthed kisses across Mercy's taut stomach. Her hands slid down in a mimicry of the act, caressing every curve. Then Pharah settled between Mercy's thighs, parting her folds to expose her glistening centre. "You seem quite tense here, habibti. Allow me to assist..."
She blew cool air across Mercy's sensitive clit, drawing a wanton moan. Then Pharah's tongue stroked through her slick folds with exquisite pressure, finding every hidden spot that made Mercy cry out. She lapped and suckled at her lover's swollen bud with practised skill, drinking in every sweet droplet of arousal.
Pharah lapped eagerly at Mercy's slick folds, savouring her sweet essence on her tongue. She alternated between broad strokes that had the doctor gasping, and focused sucks upon her swollen clit. Mercy was already trembling on the brink, hands gripping the sheets desperately.
But Pharah wasn't done teasing her lover yet. She slowed her ministrations, switching to featherlight flicks that kept Mercy hovering at the edge without release. "Oh Gott, p-please, Fareeha!" she cried, thighs squeezing Pharah's head helplessly. The soldier simply grinned against her clit.
"Please what, habibti?" she asked innocently. "You must use your words." Her fingers joined the fray, slipping into Mercy's drenched channel to crook upwards in a come-hither motion. Mercy thrashed, words lost in a long moan.
"I- I need-!" was all she could gasp out. Pharah redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around Mercy's clit in tight circles. "Need what, ya ˁasal? Tell me exactly what you need," she demanded, hooking her fingers within her lover mercilessly.
Mercy was reduced to gibberish, body wound impossibly tight. When she screamed Pharah's name as her release crashed over her in waves, it was the sweetest sound Pharah had ever heard. She lapped up all that Mercy had to offer, holding her through the aftershocks.
Mercy lay boneless and sated in Pharah's strong arms, catching her breath after such an exquisite release. Pharah held her close, rubbing soothing circles over her stomach and thighs.
"You seem to have enjoyed your massage, habibti," Pharah chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to Mercy's sweat-slicked brow. The doctor could only hum contentedly in response.
"Liebling, you truly have magic hands," she sighed dreamily once she found her voice again. Pharah's hands stilled, and Mercy could hear the grin in her tone.
"Magic hands, you say? Then perhaps you'd enjoy seeing some of my other tricks." Reaching over to the bedside table, Pharah produced a slim box. "I may have...acquired some extra tools to continue our relaxation session, if you're up for more."
She opened the box to reveal a collection of tasteful toys, giving Mercy time to observe each one. "What do you think, ya ˁasal? Shall we explore new heights together?" Pharah purred, nuzzling her lover's neck eagerly.
Mercy gazed thoughtfully at the toys arrayed before her, considering each option. "You truly know how to spoil a girl, Liebling," she smiled up at Pharah.
The soldier kissed her tenderly. "Only the best for you, habibti. Your pleasure is my greatest joy." She selected a slender plug from the box, sleek and tapered for ease
"May I?" Pharah asked softly, coating the toy with warm oil. At Mercy's nod, she gently rubbed the oil around Mercy's asshole. Pharah massaged it softly with her fingers, loosening the muscles. Mercy sighed as Pharah's calloused fingers worked her hole.
Slowly Pharah inserted a finger, moving it in and out slowly. "You okay?" she asked Mercy, who nodded eagerly for more. Pharah inserted a second finger and scissored them, stretching Mercy open. Mercy moaned, pushing back onto the fingers.
Pharah twisted and curled her fingers, searching for Mercy's special spot. When she found it, Mercy gasped loudly. Smiling, Pharah repeatedly rubbed the spot as Mercy humped her hand.
"You ready for the plug?" Pharah asked huskily. Mercy nodded frantically. Pharah slicked up the plug and gently pushed it against Mercy's hole. She eased it bit by bit inside, stretching Mercy's tight ass.
Mercy groaned as her ass adapted to the plug's width. Pharah held it still once fully in, letting Mercy adjust. "You're taking it so well," Pharah praised. She rolled the plug slowly, earning a moan from Mercy. Pharah had stretched and filled Mercy's ass perfectly, leaving her wanting more pleasure.
Mercy writhed blissfully, enjoying the fullness from the plug. "More, please," she begged Pharah.
Smirking, Pharah retrieved a very large vibrator from the box. "Think you can handle this?" she asked playfully.
Mercy's eyes went wide seeing its generous size, but she nodded eagerly. Pharah slicked it up and pressed it teasingly around Mercy's dripping pussy lips. Mercy bucked her hips, desperate for penetration.
Chuckling, Pharah pushed just the tip inside and Mercy moaned loudly. "Patience, habibti," Pharah soothed. She eased it in inch by inch, stretching Mercy's tight walls. Mercy panted heavily, loving the intense stretch.
"You okay? Tell me if it's too much," Pharah said gently. Mercy nodded fervently. "Don't stop."
Pharah slowly bottomed out the toy, holding it still as Mercy adjusted. "You're so good for me, taking it all," Pharah praised. Mercy preened under the praise.
Once Mercy was ready, Pharah began slow, shallow thrusts with the large toy.
"Oh Gott, Fareeha," Mercy moaned, overwhelmed by the intense stretch and fullness.
"You feel so good wrapped around me, habibti," Pharah growled, thrusting a bit deeper.
Mercy could only nod frantically, lost in ecstasy. Pharah upped her pace, powerfully working the toy in and out.
Mercy's lustful cries grew louder with each pass. "More, don't stop!"
Pharah pistoned the toy at a punishing pace, hitting Mercy's g-spot dead-on. Mercy thrashed her head wildly, babbling incoherently. Pressing the vibe's button, Pharah watched Mercy's reaction closely. Vibrations coursed through her stuffed holes and Mercy screamed, whole body quivering uncontrollably.
"You're so sexy when you come for me," Pharah grinned, relentlessly working Mercy through her orgasm.
Mercy's pussy and ass spasmed violently around the toys as her climax ripped through her. Pharah held her tight, murmuring praises until Mercy collapsed, sated and quivering. She screamed loudly as her cunt and asshole clenched hard around the toys. Her entire body shook intensely as the powerful orgasm tore through her.
"Fuck, you're coming so hard for me," Pharah grinned, holding Mercy's quivering body close.
Mercy babbled incoherently as her holes spasmed violently around the vibrating toys. Pharah kept the vibe buzzing firmly against Mercy's g-spot, prolonging her climax.
"Such a good girl, coming for me over and over," Pharah panted, kissing Mercy passionately.
Mercy writhed weakly as Pharah worked her through the intense climax.
"Ph-Fareeha, I'm...gonna...ich kann nicht mehr" Mercy whined.
"Let it go, babe," Pharah growled, grinding the toy hard on Mercy's g-spot.
Mercy shrieked as her pussy clenched down violently. Warm liquid gushed from her cunt and soaked the sheets.
"Fuuuck yeah, squirting all over that cock," Pharah grinned, thrusting the toy through each spasm.
Mercy sobbed in ecstasy as another mini orgasm hit. Her cunt squirted helplessly with each buzz of the vibe.
"Such a messy girl, ya ˁasal " Pharah praised, rubbing Mercy's engorged clit roughly.
Mercy screamed, gushing another powerful stream. Her cunt milked the toy desperately through each pulse. Pharah pumped the toy relentlessly, drawing out Mercy's orgasmic bliss. Mercy thrashed weakly against her.
"Come for me again, I know you want to, habibti " Pharah purred, tweaking Mercy's nipples.
Mercy wailed as another gushing climax consumed her. Her cunt clenched and unclenched violently around the toy. She collapsed limply, shaking through powerful aftershocks. Her cunt quivered and twitched around nothing, still trying to milk the toy. Pharah gently pulled the toy from her stuffed holes. Mercy whimpered weakly at the loss of fullness.
"Shh, you were so good for me," Pharah soothed, kissing Mercy tenderly and cleaning her with a warm cloth.
Mercy muttered incoherently, utterly drained from her intense orgasms. Pharah held her close, massaging her body gently.
"Rest now, habibti. I've got you," Pharah whispered, running her hands soothingly over Mercy's flushed skin.
Mercy began to stir from her blissful haze. She nuzzled deeper into Pharah's chest, taking in her familiar scent of sweat and spice. Pharah held her close, pressing kisses to her hair. "Welcome back, sleepyhead."
Mercy hummed contentedly, nipping playfully at Pharah's collarbone. Her senses were slowly returning, along with flickers of desire.
"Mmm, you always smell so good," she murmured huskily against Pharah's skin.
Pharah chuckled. "And you always wake up ready for more. My insatiable woman."
Pharah gently raked her nails down Mercy's sensitive back, smirking as she shivered. Mercy pressed flush against Pharah's toned body, eagerly nipping at her neck.
"Eager little thing, aren't you?" Pharah teased. Mercy retaliated by biting Pharah's earlobe, drawing a hiss.
"I just want a taste of your gorgeous skin, Schatz," Mercy purred, kissing down Pharah's throat. She dragged her tongue along Pharah's collarbone, nipping the taut muscles.
Pharah groaned, fingers tangling in Mercy's hair to hold her in place. Mercy grinned against Pharah's caramel skin, sucking dark marks into the flesh. She kissed over Pharah's chest, swirling her tongue expertly around Pharah's dusky nipple, drawing it into her hot mouth. She sucked gently, grazing it with her teeth.
Pharah gasped and arched into the exquisite sensation. "Angela..." she moaned, fingers tangling in soft hair to hold her close.
Mercy hummed in response, the vibrations causing Pharah to shudder. She lavished the same attention on Pharah's other nipple, massaging and pinching its twin. Pharah writhed beneath her lover's talented ministrations, nipples pebbling to hard peaks. Mercy soothed them with gentle licks and kisses, admiring her handiwork.
"You're so responsive, Liebling," Mercy purred, blowing cool air over the tender buds. Pharah whimpered at the contrasting sensations.
Mercy took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it expertly as she suckled the other. Pharah keened, back arching off the bed.
"Please, I need you..." Pharah begged, hips canting up for friction. Mercy grinned, relinquishing Pharah's breasts with wet pops.
"Patience, mein Herz. I have all of you to taste..." Mercy trailed open-mouthed kisses down Pharah's toned stomach, relishing her partner's glorious skin. She paused to lavish attention on Pharah's rippling abs. Kissing along the ridges, Mercy swirled her tongue in each indentation. Pharah's muscles jumped under her touch, eliciting a giggle. She sucked a mark into the flesh, grinning up at Pharah's desperate whine.
"So responsive," Mercy cooed, blowing cool air over the love bite. She kissed lower, taking Pharah's hip bone between her teeth in a playful nip.
Pharah gasped, back arching off the bed at the sharp sensation. "Angela..."
Chuckling, Mercy soothed the spot with kisses. She kissed and licked across each sculpted ab, paying special focus to the dips and contours. Pharah writhed under her ministrations, breath hitching. Mercy sucked a dark bruise into the taut muscle, massaging Pharah's abs as she worked. Pharah keened, fingers tangling tight in soft hair.
"You tease..." Pharah panted, growing impatient under Mercy's thorough ministrations.
Mercy grinned against her heated skin, savouring the taste. "But you love it," she teased.
Pharah growled, gripping Mercy's hair to guide her lower impatiently. "Less talk, more action."
Mercy laughed Pharah eagerly guided her head lower. She inhaled deeply, savouring Pharah's intoxicating scent. Coarse curls tickled her nose delightfully as she breathed in Pharah's heady musk. "You smell so good, Liebling," Mercy purred.
Pharah whimpered impatiently, grinding her slick folds against Mercy's lips. "Please, I need you..."
Mercy smiled, granting Pharah's unspoken request. She parted Pharah's glistening lips to feast upon her.
"Mmm, you taste even better than you smell," Mercy groaned, lapping eagerly at Pharah's essence. Pharah cried out, grip tightening in Mercy's hair.
Mercy suckled Pharah's engorged clit into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive nub eagerly. Pharah cried out, hips grinding down onto Mercy's face shamelessly. "Yes, just like that...don't stop!"
Mercy chuckled, the vibrations causing Pharah to shudder. She released Pharah's clit with an obscene pop, focusing solely on her tongue. She gave Pharah's swollen labia long, languid licks from bottom to top, cataloguing every fold and texture. Pharah keened, hands gripping the headboard for purchase.
Mercy flicked just the tip of her tongue rapidly over Pharah's throbbing bundle of nerves. Pharah writhed, curses falling from her lips. "You're so wet for me, Liebling," Mercy grinned against Pharah's slick folds.
She plunged her eager tongue deep within Pharah's tight channel. Pharah shrieked above her, more slick gushing to coat Mercy's chin. Mercy set a punishing pace, fucking Pharah relentlessly with her talented tongue. Pharah chanted a litany of curses, hips grinding down to meet each thrust. Sucking Pharah's engorged clit between her lips, flicking it expertly with the tip of her tongue. Pharah keened, fingers tangling painfully tight in soft hair.
"Close...so close..." Pharah panted, grinding her drenched cunt onto Mercy's eager mouth.
Mercy moaned greedily, lapping up Pharah's essence. She sucked Pharah's engorged clit hard between her lips, flicking it expertly with rapid strokes of her tongue.
"Cum for me, Liebling. I want to taste you," Mercy growled against Pharah's throbbing flesh.
Pharah keened, nails biting into Mercy's scalp as her orgasm crested. Mercy doubled her efforts, tongue working Pharah's swollen bud relentlessly.
With a guttural scream, Pharah tumbled over the edge of bliss. Her walls pulsed violently, slick gushing forth to coat Mercy's eager tongue. Mercy lapped up every drop, drinking Pharah's essence greedily. She sucked Pharah's swollen clit between her lips, tonguing the sensitive bud delicately.
Pharah writhed above her, curses falling from her lips as Mercy drew out her climax. She massaged Pharah's quivering inner walls, coaxing every last shudder from her lover's clenching cunt.
"Fuck, Angela! Don't stop..." Pharah begged, grinding her spasming folds onto Mercy's face. Mercy moaned, unwilling to relinquish her feast just yet. She suckled Pharah's clit tenderly, caressing it with just the tip of her tongue. Pharah keened, climax rippling through her in exquisite aftershocks.
Mercy slowly eased Pharah down from her high, lapping gently at her throbbing flesh. Only once Pharah collapsed limply sated did Mercy clean every trace of essence from glistening skin.
She kissed her way back up Pharah's heaving body, lips leaving a glistening trail. Mercy pressed open-mouthed kisses to Pharah's collarbone, nipping the sweat-slicked skin. Pharah whimpered weakly beneath her, sated muscles turning to jelly.
Mercy lathed her tongue along Pharah's throat, licking up the salt on her skin. "Lecker," she murmured against Pharah's fluttering pulse.
She kissed along Pharah's strong jaw, nuzzling their cheeks together. Pharah's ragged breaths puffed against her lips as blue eyes fluttered open dazedly.
"You undo me completely, meine Liebe," Mercy whispered, capturing Pharah's lips in a languid kiss. Pharah sighed into it, tasting herself on Mercy's tongue.
Mercy swallowed Pharah's soft moans, delving her tongue deep. She mapped every inch of Pharah's mouth with slow, deep strokes that had them both whimpering. Only when Pharah gripped at her back weakly did Mercy reluctantly draw away, grinning down at her lover's wrecked beauty.
Pharah's eyes fluttered open heavily, pupils blown wide with bliss. A sated smile curled her kiss-swollen lips.
"Come here, habibti," Pharah rasped, beckoning Mercy close. Mercy melted against her, sighing as strong arms wrapped around her. Pharah possessively grabbed two handfuls of Mercy's pert ass, kneading the soft flesh. Mercy giggled, nipping kisses along Pharah's throat.
"So handsy when you're spent," Mercy teased. Pharah smirked, tugging Mercy's head beneath her chin. Mercy went willingly, nuzzling into Pharah's embrace. She tangled their legs together, relishing the intimacy of skin on skin.
Pharah carded her fingers through Mercy's silky hair, nails scraping lightly along her scalp. Mercy sighed, melting into Pharah's tender ministrations. Goosebumps raised where Pharah's gentle scratches sent sparks of pleasure through her. She pressed a kiss over Pharah's still-racing heart, feeling its rapid rhythm begin to slow. Pharah smiled down at her, love and contentment shining in her eyes.
"You are just the best, ya amar," Pharah murmured, thumb stroking Mercy's flushed cheek. Mercy beamed, nuzzling into Pharah's caress.
"And you, mein liebling. Dein ist mein ganzes Herz." She tilted her head back for a languid kiss, savouring Pharah's sweet taste.
Pharah hummed into the kiss, arms tightening around Mercy's sated form. Mercy melted against her, limbs heavy and heart so full. She sighed as they parted, curling further into Pharah's protective embrace. Pharah pressed a kiss to her forehead, fingers resuming their gentle pets through blonde hair.
Safe and cherished in Pharah's arms, Mercy's eyes fluttered shut. Between whispered declarations of love she fell into a blissful slumber to the sound of Pharah's heartbeat, love their soothing lullaby.
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter; I already have some more chapters planned, but my update schedule will most likely be messy.
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