Mercykill Week 2017

OF MERCY AND DEATH - Afterglow

There were no moments he appreciated more than the ones in the silence and warmth of his wife’s arms, in bed, after making love.

Mercykill Week - Day Seven: Afterglow

Happy and safe picture for the last day of Mercykill week.  No matter how angsty or complicated a ship I like, I will always end up in the same place, haha, so you can just assume this is some semi-near future where Gabe is only mostly dead and things are gonna be okay somehow. <3  

OF MERCY AND DEATH — Comfort after the Fall.

(This will be implied Mercykill, and McCree and Mercy friendship.)

“Hey, is there room for one more?”

Jesse Mccree looked up from halfway through his third bourbon to find Angela Ziegler standing over him, wearing a black dress, her hair tie up into a tight bun.

Mercykill Week - Day Six: Comfort

Mercykill Week - Day Five: Spice

“You’ll always be my favorite, PUMPKIN.”

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.”

Mercykill Week - Day Four: Purity

I’m not sure how to justify this one, haha, except that I was thinking of how caring for someone can bring out the best in people - make you want to be the best version of yourself.  So it’s purifying in that respect, even if you’re not just automatically a good person.  At least you can get a taste of it.

(Sorry I missed day 3! Halloween and all…:3)

OF MERCY AND DEATH - Purity before the Fall

Angela had always liked Disney movies. He could never understand why. He grew up hard in the ghettos of Los Angeles, seeing what real life was. Watching homeless men and women on Skid Row beg for food and money. Watching men and women he admired her shot down on Martin Luther King Boulevard. Watching his own mother slowly die from having to work three jobs to have even an ounce of what she needed to raise him and his sister.

Mercykill Week - Day Three: Midnight

“Aw, are you worrying about me?” He replies with hints of a smirk, voice low and husky. Ignoring his snarky remark, Angela leans in and kisses Gabriel’s warm lips. They pull apart too soon and she takes a shaky, shallow breath.

“Be safe,” she repeats, her voice more stern than the last, “and come back home to me.”

Day 2: Fate

The air was eerily quiet, the tension was so thick Angela thought it was going to crush her. Here they stood, both too stubborn to break the silence first. Funny how some things never change, the things that don’t matter or impact your life. No, the unnecessary aspects were the ones that managed to stick. She could feel her heart hammering against her ribcage, she imagined their reunion panning out differently; something along the lines of hugging and quiet ‘I missed you’s.“ This was anything but tender, this was bittersweet.

Angela was so happy to see him again, but her smile faltered when she could feel the tension. She could see the smoke bellowing off his body, feel the waves of anger and hatred mixed with the smoke. Angela never thought anything would get between them, the two were inseparable before the accident. She could almost see Gabriel under that horrid mask, see his memorizing chocolate eyes, his goofy grin when she told a horrible joke that only they would enjoy. Anything but this angry wraith that stood in front of her. No, this couldn’t be Gabe, this was another….thing that was just wearing his skin. This was just the shell of Gabriel Reyes.

How did it get to this? She remembered all of the secret glances of adoration, the quick kisses in the hall, all of the nights they stayed up late watching God awful T.V shows, and the late night talks of their future after Overwatch. All of those warm memories that engulfed her were quickly turned to ice, almost like they were a dream instead of reality. Darker memories of finding his mangled body amongst the rubble of their home flooded the medic’s head. Angela could still remember her own selfishness getting the best of her, making her turn her back on her own medicine and morals to bring this man back to life. To bring him back to her, where he belonged; if only her research would have been as solid as it was now. Love really did make you do crazy things. She didn’t realize tears were staining her cheeks until she felt the wetness fall against her hands, earning a scoff from the reaper.

It was going to take a lot more then tears to effect the wraith. Just seeing her angelic face made him sick to his core. He could remember when that face wasn’t filled with sadness and sorrow, he could remember when that bright smile of hers was only for him. How was he able to love her so long ago? He would have done anything for his angel, would have ripped his beating heart out and presented it to her if it would of made her happy. All he wanted to do was protect her from this horrid world, preserve her innocence as long as he could. What did he get in return for his undying love for her? An eternal life of damnation and misery. No, there was no longer any love left in his cold heart, only hatred.

The angel took a step forward testing her boundaries, just wanting to be closer to him. She stopped immediately once she heard a growled 'Don’t’. Her heart faltered when she heard the acid in his voice, he would have never used that tone with her but these were different times. Something that Angela just couldn’t wrap her head around. The reaper didn’t make a move towards her, just clenching and unclenching his hands around his shotguns that were now aimed at her. A sense of uncertainty ran through the phantom as his fingers itched to pull the trigger, to end all of this and put it behind him for good but his hesitance was getting the upper hand. ‘Remember she is the one that caused this. She is the one that put you through all of this misery’, he internally growled to himself.

"I am sorry, Gabriel. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” The angel choked out as she resisted the urge to walk her way over to him. She could see the reaper visibly tense when his birth name was mentioned. New waves of rage was rolling off the wraith.

“Sorry doesn’t fix your creation, Angel.” Reaper spat out her name like it was something horrid, his hesitance was starting to wear thin. Angela felt like there was a knife in her heart, the guilt was beginning to crush her. It was getting harder for her to breath, she almost wanted him to end it.

“Fine you want to end this? Then end it, I am not going to stop you Gabriel.” The angel whispered brokenly as she tossed her gun and staff to the ground, giving him the perfect access to end it. “I will never feel guilty for bringing you back! I couldn’t lose you, no, I refused to lose you! I didn’t bring you back just for my own selfishness, I brought you back because this world needed Gabriel Reyes.” The blonde’s voice gave out in the end, her voice just as tired as she was. It was never that simple, the reaper’s arms began to shake as his fingers itched to pull the trigger. Angela closed her eyes preparing for it to be all over with, but it never came. A loud roar of anger came from the wraith as he threw his guns to the ground, clenching his hands into fists as his breath came out ragged. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. So here they were once again, staring at one another not knowing what to do.

OF MERCY AND DEATH - Fate

Angela was sweating. She could feel it under her Valkyrie suit. And bleeding, and though the wound on her head was healing quickly, she could feel the blood beginning to dry.

Mercykill Week - Day Two: Fate

Is it always going to turn out like this?  Am I only going to keep losing you, over and over ?

Second day in Mercykill week, and thus the second one shot. There’s not much to it. I tried to think about things that had affected the fate of the two, and besides the obvious changes of him becoming Reaper and other stuff, nothing really occurred to me so I went with something I didn’t think was too obvious.