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Thank you kiss - [Mercy76week 2] - Day 2 Pre-Downfall

Newcomer Dr. Angela Ziegler thanks her Commander after Morrison saved her life her in the last combat mission. Little she knows a little kiss has a very big effect for him!

Mercy76 Week Day 2 - Pre- Downfall

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            Hana winced as Angela scrubbed away at the cut on her cheek with a dampened rag.

            “I did tell you to wear headgear.”

            “I know.”

            Angela smirked as the young gamer tried to look away, only to turn her eyes to the medic as the stinging liquid hit the scrape.

            “Mmm…” she grumbled.

            “Alright, just be more careful in the future.”

            “OK mom…”

            Both women froze as the snarky comment hit home. Angela couldn’t help the devilish smirk that began to creep its way across her face, nor the chuckle that tickled the back of her throat.

            Hana leapt off the desk, scrambling for her coat and cell phone while refusing to make eye contact with the doctor.

            “Come again?” asked Angela.

            “Don’t look at me.” Said Hana, face glowing as pink as her suit.

            “I wasn’t aware I’d been promoted.”

            “Don’t look at me!”

            With that, Hana rushed out of the room, eyes firmly glued to the mobile device.

            The doctor chuckled to herself and began cleaning up the supplies. ‘Mom’, she hadn’t really thought of that before. Not since before the downfall…

            I wonder what Jack would think of this…

            ***

             D.va pressed on through the hallways of Watchpoint Gibraltar, ears still burning from her slip up.

            What the hell was I thinking?

            She turned the corner and nearly found herself slamming into the back of someone solid.

            “Whoops, sorry!”

            Pharah turned around with a sympathetic smile, pausing only to look over the bandage covering the younger woman’s cheek.

            “You get Angela to look over that?”

            “Yeah, mom said it was—ah, Damnit!” She shouted with a facepalm.

            Pharah covered her mouth in an effort to hide a snort, attempting and failing to hold back her laughter at Hana’s slip up.

            “If you tell anyone!”

            The taller woman set her hand over her heart.

            “S-scouts honor.”

            Hana groaned into her palm and rushed past, if she could just make it back to her room—

            “…You need to learn to slow down, think things over…”

            The gravely voice of Soldier 76 reached her ears as she passed by the cafeteria. Looking in, she saw Lena sitting atop a table, the vigilante sitting across from her. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at the man’s attempt at giving advice, but she saw a slump in his shoulders, and his head was in his hands.

            Now that she herself had stopped, she could see why. Lena’s arm was in a sling, and from the looks of it, her accelerator was flickering. Hana hadn’t paid attention to their side of the battle; barely even noticing how banged up Lena was until now.

            Despite that, the Brit was still chirpy, sitting forward and setting a hand on 76’s shoulder

            “OK Dad.”

            This got a chuckle out of the man, who stood. Lena moved forward and wrapped her uninjured arm around his side, giving him a pat on the back for good measure. 76 responded slowly, taking care so as not to injure her further. He held her tight, whispering something that Hana couldn’t understand. Lena nodded in response. Just as soon as the hug began it ended, and the two moved to the rear exit.

            Hana couldn’t help the smile that was on her lips, and, for the first time in a long time, was glad her camera wasn’t recording.

            “He’s opening up a bit more isn’t he?”

            The gamer flinched, whirling about to find Angela standing next to her, mirroring the younger woman’s grin.

            “How’d you do sneak up on me?!”

            “I’m more than a medic you know.”

            The gamer nodded, feeling her heart begin to slow.

            “Hey uh…”

            Angela cocked her head to the side.

            “Yes?”

            The young woman lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around the medic’s neck and resting her forehead against her shoulder.

            “W-What brought this about?”

            Hana tightened her grip slightly.

            “Thank you Angela, for being there.”

            The medic returned the hug, resting one hand on the back of Hana’s head and the other at the center of her back.

            “Of course. Its my job.”

You wanted it so we made it happen!  

That’s right Mercy76 shippers, we’re bringing you a second Mercy76 Week this year!  The annual ship week has now become a biannual event!  

The dates and themes for this specific event were a group effort on behalf of the Mercy76 community.  A survey was created (with 10 date options and 18 theme suggestions).  Participants had one week to cast their votes.  In total, 55 shippers participated with a total number of 288 votes.

With the results in, we are proud to announce our second Mercy76 Week for 2017! It will be September 10 through 16, 2017!  So get your creative juices ready for the week-long event!

 Themes:

Sunday Theme:  Alternative Universe (AU) – Let’s throw our ship into a different world and see what happens! Will they become your favorite characters in a popular anime? Will you send them into space to save the galaxy? Where will your imagination take them?

Monday Theme:  Pre-downfall – Focus is on Jack Morrison and Angela Ziegler.

Tuesday Theme:  Post-downfall – Focus is on Soldier 76 and Mercy.

Wednesday Theme:  Mom and Dad – Because why not?

Thursday Theme:  NSFW – A day dedicated to smut!

Friday Theme:  Freestyle – Like before, you decide!  It’s a free-for-all where everything and anything goes!

Saturday Theme:  Mission – Let's see our lovebirds work together on the battlefield!

If you want to contribute with your works (fanart, fanfics/writing, photos/cosplay, videos/audio, etc.) remember to tag it so others can find it!

Event hashtags:

#mercy76week #mercy76week2 #mercy76week2017 #mercy76day1 #mercy76day2 #mercy76day3  #mercy76day4  #mercy76day5  #mercy76day6  #mercy76day7 #mercy76

We can’t wait to see what everyone creates!  Thank you so much for your support and we’ll see you this September!

Special thanks to @xavirne for designing the flyer and accompanying text and for organizing the survey for the fall Mercy76 Week event.

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I know this ends yesterday, but here’s my last submission for day seven: Mission

and yes, a bit free-style.

Jack,

If you’re reading this, I’d probably die or went missing... or went to search for something that I can use to... get a foothold for myself. I know you’re not good with words and how to craft it like a true craftsman and I know that I write better than you.

Jack,

I’m sorry... I shouldn’t take that mission earlier. I don’t know that this mission will cost my life... to save a lot of others. That’s a noble cause, yet my altruism is getting another foothold against my feelings and decisions. I realise that you worried about me and my illness... an incurable disease, yet I rebelled, and now I bite more than I can chew. I face the Death himself.

It has been two days since the first initial attack, many recognised me KIA, but I managed to open my eyes a bit for 0.5 seconds every time a fresh reinforcement come in. The lights flickered uncontrollably, and all I can see is a blurred vision of the world. I don’t know how many times left for me to open my eyes and see you for the last time, nevertheless, I had a little story that I’d like to share with you if you found me take a long dirt nap, under the desk near an old radio.

*

Death sat down beside me. “Angela, what a beautiful name for a Shield-Maiden,” he complimented. “I long to see another Shield-Maiden in the Land of the Dead.” He took a short sigh. “I had a lot of Angelas in the Land of the Dead, but you...” he stopped for a bit and pet my head. “You’re unique.”

“Why?” I said. “I am just a regular Angela with a normal life as a doctor and a field medic, why am I that unique to you, dear Death?”

“You were destined to save others while risking yours.”

“Death, there’s a lot of people that rescue others better than me.”

“They risk their lives for others, but you... risk your life for others... with feelings.” Death said, sipping a glass of a Deathly Wine, it was so fragrant that I can’t hold myself to taste it.

“What are you talking about? Feelings have nothing to do with my job, Death.”

“You stuck with somebody you love that when I called you for a few days, you rejected it and embrace what will happen next,” he stopped. “You keep telling yourself you’re going to be okay that you forgot how painful it is to be shot in the chest three times...” he looked to another dead soldier beside me. “How painful to left this world while you don’t say goodbye to your beloved ones.”

“I guess so.” I shrugged, although it’s hard, I managed to do it.

“Angela, have you ever dreamt about a sky so blue that you feel you were flying in it?” Death asked.

“I have, several times, even.”

“Would you like to go there now?”

“Death, if my death was in vain and beyond saving. I’d like to go there now.” I said while looking at the orange skies of the afternoon. “But the skies are too beautiful for me to left this world.”

“Angela, how I like your tenacity,” Death chuckled. “What will you do if you’re saved?”

“I’d like to stay with my beloved ones and forget everything since this accident,” I said, with a warm smile. “I long to see peace and serenity. Maybe we can talk again, sooner or later.”

“What a noble choice, Angela,” Death touched my shoulder. “You should remember that you have an incurable sickness. I can lift it off from you, but you promise me something in return.”

“What would you like to trade with me?”

“I’d like to buy your sickness with love. A Love from Death.”

I blushed, hard. “Death, don’t flatter me like that!” I laughed for a bit. “I don’t want to see my fiancée’s face getting all confused and ask why I’m blushing when I was on the brink of my death.”

“I thought you were single.” He joked.

“No, I’m engaged.”

Death stood up. “Anyway, I have to go, I had to collect lost souls of your comrades,” he picked up some of my comrades on his hands. “I guess you better get some rest, I feel your fiancée is coming right now.”

“Thanks, Death.”

“No. Thank you. I learnt a lot from you, now, Angela.”

I gasped. “You... You’re welcome.”

He smiled. “Keep praying for someone to come and make your life worth living, Angela.”

Then, he fades away.

*

Ah, sentimental Death – what could you expect?

Hey, do me a favour, will you?

From Betelgeuse to Saturn, how’d my Marshmallow Cake tastes?

Ah, enough joking, I don’t want you to find me dying in laughter. Literally!

Like, who’s excited to see someone died while they’re laughing hard, right?

I hope this doesn't make the extraction awkward.

 Winky Wink Boom Pow!

She was lounging on her couch, curled up underneath a blanket reading another magic book by firelight. Comfortable after a day full of healing and helping others, she glanced over as the door rattled on its hinges. There was a storm going on right now, and she was curled up with the fire in the fireplace. The door rattled again, and she glanced over at it again, narrowing her eyes for a moment. This wasn’t normal, even for storm weather.

She shifted, reaching for her wand, and holding onto it, pointed at the door as it rattled again. The door burst open with a flurry of cold and rain, as in stumbled her partner in crime, the Soldier.  Over his shoulder was the headless Reaper. “Where is his head?”

“In a bag on my back. Where can I put him? The alchemist got to him.”

“That table over there please.” She pointed over to her operating table, and stood up, wrapping herself in a house coat. Moving over to close the door, she locks it and then moved over with the Soldier who’s gaunt face was staring at her with unwavering anxiousness.

She glanced over the pumpkin looking for damage. There was nothing, and that was good. She reached inside and relit the candle, and left the pumpkin at the head of the corpse. “Come on Soldier, come dry off and warm up next to the fire. Thank you for bringing him back to me.” She said softly, gently pulling him towards the fire and conjuring up a towel for the Soldier to dry off with. He sat down on the floor in front of the fire, toweling his hair after removing his jacket to set it up on the chair there.

“Where did you find him?” she asked softly as she curled up under her blanket again, carefully watching the man who was drying off in her living room.

“He was laying in a prison. They were talking about cremating him, without another thought. I’m on every wanted list now for freeing him. But he’s a good man, even if he’s the headless horseman.” Soldier rubbed across his face.

“How is the enchantment on you holding up Soldier?” She smiled at his answer, before she shifted and conjured another blanket.

“Well enough. I appreciate the help. It’s...making it easier to get through the days. When can I fade away?”

“Soon. I promise. We’re nearly done, and we can all rest.” The Witch, letting her illusion around her body fall, revealing the older woman who looked very tired. The Soldier, sure he was dry, moved over to her and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her towards her bedroom, laying her down on her bed, moving back to the living, only to be stopped by a hand around his wrist.

“Stay with me tonight? It’s cold, and you’re...warm.” She asked softly.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew that it was a bad idea. But she had given him extra time on earth, and he owed her a lot. And deep down, he loved her, just like he had when they had been young teenagers together. He stripped down to his boxers, before he slipped in the bed next to her, holding her close to his unbeating heart.