#mercykillweek

“i’ve seen every side of you, and i’ve always loved them all.” “me too.”

Mercykill Week Day Two - Reunion

1. Sunday October 28th Freestyle - 

Kicking Mercykill off with a freestyle ♡ Add in a theme you love and incorporate with our favorite dynamic duo. What do you want fellow shippers to see about your favorite duo?

2. Monday October 29th Reunion - 

When Mercykill reunites.  How do they meet again?  what happens during the encounter? 

3. Tuesday October 30th Different Life -

Au where the fall of ow never happen.  Do they have a family together? Travel the world together? 

4. Wednesday October 31st Witch and Pumpking - 

Halloween Mercykill!  Witch (or Devil/Imp :)) and Pumpking love <3

5. Thursday November 1st Memories -

Good , sweet, or sad angsty memories of Mercykill and the time they shared together

6. Friday November 2nd Heat -

Some nsfw or passion with sfw, things are heating up for Mercykill ;D out of courtesy for everyone, if the work is nsfw please tag #nsfw. please also note if you do not want nsfw content please blacklist #nsfw.

7. Saturday November 3rd Blackwatch - 

Mercykill in Blackwatch.  Mercy takes the research position in Blackwatch+

Mercykill week <3 October 28th to November 3rd

Mercykill Week: Day 1 — Freestyle (Sanguine)

Author’s Note: This is super late but I really want to get all of these prompts out as soon as possible, even if they’re all not during the week. Day one’s prompt was freestyle, so I chose the theme “Sanguine”.

“Whatever he had found, it made him a better person. Maybe that's what love was, finding the person who brings out the best in you and eliminates the worst.”  ― Diana Holquist, Make Me a Match

Damn…., Gabriel inwardly cursed as he gripped his side, doing his hardest to ignore the throbbing pain. His team had gotten in less than an hour ago, and he had gone straight from their drop-off location to the Overwatch personnel quarters. A little pain wouldn't normally send him looking for help, and he'd just spend the night with some gin and ice and wait for his super soldier healing to kick in. But the bleeding has yet to stop, and no amount of phasing seemed to help it.

He really didn't want to go to her. As much as he wanted to see her, it was too late and she gets so little sleep already (knowing her, she might even still be awake). Yet since he didn't want to have to explain his…condition to anyone else and he has no idea where O'Deorain is at this hour, it looks like he has no choice. Limping forward off the elevator, he leaned heavily against the wall, almost dragging himself across it until he reaches her door.

She answered after two quick knocks and immediately grabbed onto him, worried he might collapse on his feet. "Gabriel?" she asked, and he felt a stab of guilt at the confusion and worry etched on her face. "What happened?"

It’s time again! Our second Mercykill-Week is approaching quickly. This year, we have the pleasure on hosting it during Halloween. And here are the themes. Let your imagination run wild. Write, draw, put headcanon’s and edits out there. 

Make sure to tag everything with #mercykillweek, so we can find and reblog it. 

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Day 1: Beginnings

The beginning of the week starts with a single meeting. How did Angela and Gabriel meet? How did they meet as Reaper and Mercy? You decide.

Day 2: Fate

A twist of fate. Could be Gabriel turning into Reaper, the explosion in the swiss HQ or any experience, which shook their world and influenced the path, these two are on today. 

Day 3: Midnight

Halloween! The Night of trick or treating, or when the shadows come out to play. What will the Witch and her Servant be up to tonight?

Day 4: Purity

Purity? Cleansing or innocence? It’s time to strip Angela and Gabriel of all their sins and look at them from a different perspective.

Day 5: Spice

Spicy can have a lot of different meanings. What makes you connect this word with Reaper and Mercy? NSFW to soft cheesecake to even a certain coffee flavor. Run wild.

Day 6: Comfort

It is time for some rest, which both of them deserve, and find comfort in each other. Fluffy day ahead. Give these two some peace of mind and an opportunity to enjoy the quiet. 

Day 7: Afterglow

Free for all! Let your mind go crazy. Pieces, which didn’t find a way to fit into the other days? AU’s? Hit us up with your most creative thoughts. 

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We’re very excited for this week and hope you guys will enjoy this, as much as we do. Don’t forget to tag your pieces! We’re also open for questions anytime. 

Day 1: Beginnings.

The soft click of heels echoed through out the hallways of Overwatch as a young and wide eyed blonde made her way around the facility, trying to memorize the foreign place that would now be her new home. Why was it possible to feel nervous and excitement at the same time? Feeling both at once could be so overwhelming and exhausting. Confusing emotions aside, she couldn’t help but look at her surroundings with pure amazement; it was still hard to believe that she was offered a position for Overwatch. Her a young woman that was only in her twenties. Sure her research in nanotechnology was impressive (that was an understatement) but this still felt unreal to her. It was hard to contain her eagerness when Commander Morrison offered her the job.

How could she not be overjoyed? She would finally be able to make a difference in the world like she had always planned, her research would be able to help this outstanding organization and the poor victims that were caught in the crossfire of battles. As much as the woman despised violence there was a bigger picture to look at and she would make damn sure to be there to help the ones who had fallen, it was in her blood to fix what was broken. This was her chance to make things right from the past war that ripped everything away from her. Memories of gunfire and screams were still fresh, she could almost smell the horrid stench of burning flesh and iron as people bled out on the streets. The icy feeling of terror still ran down her spine thinking of the last moments she had with her parents before everything went black. No child-scratch that, no person should ever have to feel that sorrow, that great of a loss. Angie would try and make sure that no one would ever have to feel the way she did on that day.

Angela navigated the base with her belongings and a stack of folders in her hands, barely being able to see over them. Eyes big and full of excitement, she drank in all the detail she could, looking like a kid in a candy store. ‘Okay dial it down, Ziegler. Don’t make yourself look like an idiot on the first day’ she thought to herself as a couple of glances and quirked brows of curiosity were directed toward her from others as they passed by the new addition to the team. The blonde barely took notice since she was having a hard time finding her lab. This place felt like a maze, one could easily get lost if they weren’t familiar with it. The young doctor’s arms were growing tired as she wandered the building aimlessly, not having any luck finding her destination; cursing herself for denying the tour that Morrison had offered her. The woman was too independent for her own good sometimes. It was only a matter of time before the woman would be given a lecture about teamwork and how she was apart of a group now; there were no more one man jobs. This would truly be a blessing and a curse for Ziegler.

“I know this is going to be a stupid question, but are you lost?” Angela jumped once she heard the soft and velvety voice. She was too absorbed in her own world that she didn’t notice the agent next to her. She quickly turned toward the source of the voice, her eyes slightly widening under her messy bangs. That soft voice did not fit the rugged man that stood before her. He towered over her but not in a menacing way, although she was sure that he could easily be intimidating if he wanted to be. He was about the same size as Morrison, with caramel skin and the most beautiful honey colored eyes she had ever seen, a couple of scars decorating his face along with a neatly trimmed dark goatee.

“That obvious, huh? I’m trying to find the lab, I am the new medic.” She spoke with a smile as she offered a hand to the stranger. He returned with a smile that could melt any heart, his handshake firm. Angela took a moment to quickly take a good look at him, trying to place what rank he could possibly be. He adorned a grey hoodie with a chest plate strapped to his torso, tight blue pants with combat boots, and a simple grey beanie. 'He must be a recruit, probably nothing higher’ she noted to herself. Both Commander Morrison and Captain Amari were dressed in trench coats, this man was dressed so…casually.

“Ah, so you are the Angela Ziegler that everyone has been talking about. I have to say that your work is very impressive, doc. Here, I’ll show you to your lab.” He offered as he took the giant stack of folders from her aching arms, not waiting for protest as he started to lead the way. The blonde couldn’t help the small blush that began to dust her pale cheeks. It was a common recurrence to receive compliments for the doctor but it still flustered her, she was always known for being modest. In all honesty she didn’t feel worthy for the praise that she received.

“Thank you sir, and yes that would be me. I was not aware that I was already well known around here.” The blonde observed with a small laugh, a small spike of nervousness stirring in the pit of her stomach. This all was starting to feel a bit overwhelming for the poor medic.

“Ah, you will learn that word gets around fast in this place. Bunch of gossipers I swear.” He snorted while shaking his head. “But don’t worry, mostly everyone is friendly.” The man was quick to add once he noticed her stiff aura, he remembered his first day on the job. Being a newbie was never an easy task.

“That’s not what I’ve heard. I’ve been warned about a certain commander.” The blonde interjected with a faint frown. “Apparently I am suppose to steer clear of him?” The man looked over to her with a perked brow, silently asking who this commander was. “I guess his name is Commander Reyes?” She questioned, letting out a small huff as she tried to keep up with his pace as rounded a corner. A small grin started to form on the man’s face as a glint of mischief made itself apparent in his golden eyes.

“Oh, Reyes? Yeah, that guy can be a real asshole. It would be best you avoid him if you can. He’s not very fond of newbies, doesn’t have the patience for them.” There was amusement in his voice as the young doctor’s eyes widened at his warning. Fear began to course through her body at the thought of running into this Reyes fellow. “Actually makes a lot of the new recruits cry, making them question if they were actually cut out for this type of work.” He continued with a small shrug. Angela was about to make a comment when the man stopped abruptly, almost causing her to crash into his backside. He turned around to face her, motioning to the side with his head. “We made it. This is your new workplace.” The doctor’s eyes sparkled with happiness as she looked through the window to her lab. She couldn’t wait to get settled in and start back up on her research. The blonde was snapped out of her thoughts as the man gently placed the files back into her hands.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Doc. I have to attend to my rounds now, I hope you settle in nicely. If you ever need anymore help navigating this place just let me know, I’ll never let anyone know that you asked for directions.” He teased before giving her small wave, turning on his heel to continue his path down the hall to his destination.

“Wait, Sir! I never caught your name!” She quickly called out to him as he made it half way down the hall. Angela scolded herself for being rude and not asking for his name in the beginning of their conversation. Something about the man made her mind fuzzy and it was hard to tell if that was a good thing or not. The man turned around with a shit eating grin, continuing to walk backwards as he gave a small shrug. Her ocean eyes widened when his response fell from his lips.

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.”