#back to the swercy

[thewhizzyhead]

once again this is more of a brainfart but a certain aspect of orphan town has come to mind recently - so obviously the first sets of verses feature the orphans getting ticked off that the reveal that the warriors, the so-called "late night cosmetology class" goers, were present at a gang summit they weren't invited to. the ensuing chorus then features the dudes boosting their rep up, saying that their rumbles are due to be famous and all that - and seeing as the orphans clearly take the lack of invitation as an attack to their ego, fox and swan resort to a well-known tactic used to bring insecure ego-obsessed men to heel: batting their eyelids and making the girls seem small and sweet by saying they were simply just "lost and lonely" while also making the boys feel respected as proper men through compliments ("heavy, heavy") and through asking them for help ("what do you suggest we do") - and this works!!! of course it all goes to shit when mercy challenges their masculinity and dominance by questioning how easily they fall for the warriors' damsel in distress act, but in any case, I find this treatment of the orphans to be another layer of cool and care in recontextualizing the warriors as women - as clearly this is an instance of not only misogyny in action, but in how women have to deal with insecure-ass men through stroking their egos just to get by peacefully, which is obviously not a take one can do if the warriors remained men. also its cool how swan stops the peace act when a.) the orphans seemingly act threatening to mercy ("mercy i'm losing my cool"), so swan, who doesn't know her, immediately jumps to her defense, and b.) when the orphans threaten harm to the warriors ("or we gotta rain down from you, from the rooftops"), causing swan the well-established pacifist to directly insult and attack them. i dunno i just think that's a cool take too that kinda foreshadows how the women are willing to take matters to their own hands once threatened rather than safely play to the tastes of men. anyways woo

[fishinavest]

Smth smth Swercy medieval au

[alexihollis]

hc that popped in my head after reading a swercy fic by @icarus-summer: even after mercy gets her on vest, she has a fixation with swan's. always stealing it and swan wouldn't mind except it is her vest and mercy has her own. Mercy's response is "take mine, duh", but swan is significantly buffer than mercy so mercy's vest doesn't fit. if mercy's vest fit, that would be a different conversation, but it doesn't, so swan's left running after mercy to get it back so she can go. do. gang. shit. mercy this is important.

and cleon is banging her head in the background because they needed to leave fifteen minutes ago.

Ajax to Rembrandt: how come you never steal my vest?

Rembrandt: ??? i have my own? why the fuck would i???

Ajax: Mercy has her own!

Rembrandt: *squints eyes* why does everyone think im the clingy one of the two of us it is so obviously fucking you

[icarus-summer]

Wrote a swercy moment at the 3AM yesterday. Wasn't going to post it, but I thought maybe this would encourage the fandom to write more stuff!

It's essentially A Light Or Somethin' from Mercy's poin of view

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"What's wrong? Kiss me."

Mercy had never been rejected before. The boys would trip over their feet to get a kiss from her. The girls too. Some of the orphans were actually so desperate that they tried to steal it anyway. So when Swan turned away from her approaching lips, she didn't understand.

"You know, from the moment we came up town, everything's gone wrong." Swan took a step back. "Let's just keep walking."

Mercy felt her lip quiver. She only knew Swan and the rest of the Warriors for what, a few hours? But it felt like it'd been months. Years. Like she knew those women all her life and was just waiting to be reminded of it. No one got her like they did. They had fought together, that had to mean something, right?

Maybe batting some clowns together was not the ideal first date, but Mercy had fun. She felt light and free and happy and a bunch of other things she didn't knew she could feel.

"If I'm everything wrong, why'd you keep me along?" she asked, trying her best to hide the shakiness of her voice. "Tell me."

Swan didn't say anything, just kept still, her back facing the other woman.

"Why stick up for a stranger in spite of the danger?" She took a step foward and held Swan's hand. "Tell me."

Swan turned just slightly, so Mercy could only read half of her expression. Mercy wished she knew what any of that meant.

"Look at me!" She pulled Swan by the shoulders. "What in the hell are you looking for?"

And why wasn't it her? Why couldn't it be her? Swan tried to turn away again, but this time Mercy decided she wouldn't let her. She grabbed her wrist to try to put her hand on her face again. At least so that Swan could look in her eyes.

"Look at me! God, let me know what you're looking for..."

Swan pulled her arm away. It was too dark to see her face right, but she looked upset. Well, Mercy felt the same. She was sick of running away, tired of staying in the background. If only Swan could see what she saw.

"Don't know what you want from me, don't know what you think you see in me." She gave a disheartened laugh, while passing her hand through her hair. Mercy wished she could do the same. Swan's curly hair looked so soft.

How could she think that? How could she not see how perfect she was? Swan was probably the bravest, most courageous, gorgeus and strong woman that Mercy met. No one could compare.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Swan cutted her off immediately.

"Don't tell me you believe in me, you don't even know me! You lonely? You'll be just as lonely in Coney!"

Mercy crossed her arms, uncomfortable on how much Swan seemed to be able to read her. Yes, she was lonely. She was lonely all her life. At seeing how affected Mercy was, Swan's voice gone softer. Her hand went for Mercys arm, close, but not enough to touch her. Mercy's entire body seemed to yearn for Swan's touch.

"Look, I've been in and out of juvie, I was sleeping under the boardwalk when the Warriors came and claimed me. Cleon took me in and named me Swan. Now Cleon's gone, and tonight can't be undone, nothing done can be undone."

Mercy understood that. There was a reason why she was with the orphans. She also had no one. However, unlike Swan, she never had a connection to the Orphans. And before Swan, she never realized how much she craved for it.

"I'm beat up, I'm broken..."

That was not true. Maybe if Swan could just see how Mercy looked at. Of she could see how her eyes lighted up.

"Look at me."

"Do not put your hope in me."

Mercy wasn't going to give up. It wasn't like her. Giving their height difference, Mercy got on her tip toes and pulled Swan's face close to hers.

"What do you see?"

Swan didn't pulled away this time. She reciprocated the gesture, with one hand on her ace and the other safely on her waist.

"Mercy, what do you want me to say? That you're beautiful? Because I think we all know that you're beautiful. You're more than beautiful!"

Mercy felt her heartbeat accelarate even more.

"...More than beautiful?"

She almost wanted to cry. In all her life, she felt like a failure. Like an abnormality. Her beauty was all she had. And it was hard to be beautiful when you lived like she did.

But no one ever saw her more than that. A girl. A beautiful girl. But still a girl.

"You're more than your body! More than these lips..." She rested her hand on Mercy's cheek. Her thumb caressed Mercy's parted lips. "And if we ever someone get out of this place..."

"Then we'll go?"

At the same time Swan said:

"Then you'll go."

No. No, no. Why? Swan was doing this again. Trying to push her away. They could be so good together.

"Find something new."

Swan really couldn't see, could she? She couldn't see how Mercy already had found what she wanted. And it was right in front of her.

"It's all new!"

There was something that both of them could agree on. The light on the end on that tunnel had nothing on them.

Mercy thought Swan was finally ging to kiss her, but then they heard a train noise. Quickly, Swan pushed her against the wall of the tunnel and used her own body as protection.

After the train passed, they knew their moment was gone. They needed to keep walking. They need to get to Union Square. They need to find the rest of the warriors.

"Keep walkin'."

Swan pulled away, but offered her hand to Mercy to hold, which the woman gladly took it. With her free hand, Mercy pointed to the now visible end of the tunnel.

"I think I see a light or somethin'"

[gay-barbarian]

New Swercy fic just dropped! They're totally the kind of people who gets "engaged" with no plan to ever get married (someone said almost the same thing somewhere on here but I can't remember who so kudos to them). It's just a tiny something on this Friday night.

It was a cold winter night, the kind where you can see your breath and hopefully some snow. Cowgirl, Fox, Ajax, Rembrandt, Swan and Mercy were out to celebrate Ajax return from her last trip in jail. Swan didn't wanna be there but she had learned over the past two years that she simply couldn't say no to Mercy when she really wanted something. Of course it didn't help that Mercy threatened to withhold kisses if Swan didn't agree with her. Something that the others must never learn about, especially Ajax. Swan would never hear the end of it.

The night was well advanced when Swan and Mercy finally made their way out of the club. Cowgirl had left with some dude an hour ago winking at the rest of the gang before exiting. Fox had been drinking a lot all night, so much that Ajax and Rembrandt came back from the dancefloor to the youngest warrior sleeping in a half eaten plate of nachos from which Mercy was still picking. Ajax and Rembrandt decided to bring Fox home for her own safety. Ajax put Fox on her back and all three walked out the door together. Rembrandt waved Swan and Mercy goodbye with a smile while Ajax was grumbling and readjusting Fox so she wouldn't slip off.

Once they were alone, Mercy had begged Swan to dance with her. They danced for two songs, Mercy moving all around while Swan just tried to keep her close to her, before they made their way out.

They weren't that far from the apartment they shared with Cleon but Mercy was walking particularly slowly that night so much that Swan had to stop in her tracks a few times to wait for her. “You doing okay Mercy? You're usually faster than me, practically running everywhere.” Swan asked in a teasing voice, turning to her girlfriend.

“Don’t worry, I'm fine! I just don't want to go home yet, I wanna enjoy our time together” Mercy tried to explain, her mind clearly occupied by something else.

Swan cocked her eyebrow “You know we can enjoy our time together somewhere warmer right? I'm freezing my ass off waiting for you”

Mercy walked a bit faster until she got close enough to take Swan’s hand. Swan gently squeezed Mercy’s hand in her own and tried to move on but Mercy stayed put and looked around them. They were alone, which made sense considering it was the middle of the night and the area wasn't occupied even during the day. Mercy took a deep breath.

“What's wrong?” Asked a confused Swan now fully turned toward Mercy watching around her to see if she could spot anything.

“No no no nothing's wrong! I just… I have something for you!” Mercy quickly said, letting go of Swan’s hand to search her pockets.

Swan looked at her perplexed.

“Ah! Got it!” Mercy exclaimed as she fished out a little box from her pocket with a huge smile and looked back at Swan. “So you know how we've been talking a lot about the future lately and how the last two years were the best we both had probably our whole lives and how much I love you? Do you know how much I love you Swan? Anyway, the future. I know we both don't wanna get married and that’s not what this is cause fuck that, but I was thinking and I know I wanna stay with you forever and that everything is easier when I have you with me so don't see this as a proposal but as a promise.�� Mercy opened the box still having a strong eye contact with Swan that was frozen in place. In the box was a simple bare golden ring, inside the ring was a tiny inscription that could read “my light”.

“I told you I was loyal to you, didn't I?”

Swan looked at Mercy, the woman she loved. The one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. And couldn't think of anything to say that would be enough to explain everything she was feeling at the moment. She wasn't used to hoping for people to stick around and for someone else to bring her so much joy so she settled for the only thing she knew was true "I love you"

Mercy laughed. A sound that Swan could listen to over and over again until the end of the world. Mercy stood face to face with Swan, their breath mixing and wrapped her arms around her neck. "I love you too. Now instead of standing there doing nothing, why don't you kiss me?"

Swan took her by the waist and closed the small gap between them, tenderly kissing her before deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stop for an instant as both of them just basked in the moment. After some time, Mercy broke the kiss and stepped back just enough to look into Swan's eyes.

"You're stuck with me forever." Mercy said in an exhale as she softly rested her forehead on Swan's. “I know” was the only reply.

They took their time walking home talking about anything and everything, Swan fidgeting with her new ring whenever Mercy let go of her hand.

At the next Warriors meeting, Swan was standing behind Cleon as she talked about that week's jobs. Swan watched every member of the gang to see if they all understood what was expected from them. When her gaze stopped on Mercy she smiled softly and instinctively started turning her new ring on her finger. From her peripheral vision, she saw Rembrandt look at her hands with a knowing smile before the tagger went back to her drawing. Swan got slightly red and let go of her ring immediately as Fox and Cochise looked at her confused and Mercy tried her best not to audibly laugh.

[icarus-summer]

New swercy shortfic! whaat?

Here's what happens when Mercy decides she wants Swan's vest. And Mercy always gets what she wants.

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“Mercy, the light at the end of this tunnel got nothing on you.”

That’s what Swan said. She didn’t even process what came out of her mouth. It was the truth, however. To her, Mercy shined brighter than whatever light they could find. And the other woman probably didn’t even realize that. She was just naturally like that, which made everything worse.

Swan wasn’t the type to like someone so fast. Usually it took months to her warm up to a new crew member. And even still, there were only a handful she really felt like she could trust.

But Mercy was like the sun. It was impossible to run from her light. And it was way too easy to get burn.

The silence that came before scared Swan. Had she gone too far?

But then, just as her worries grew, Mercy ended the distance between them with a kiss.

It was passionate. Half kiss, half fight. And it burned. Swan’s body went hotter, like a fire ignited inside her. She reciprocated the kiss immediately, holding Mercy as if the girl was about to fall in the tracks.

“The rest of the warriors are waiting...”

“There’s no way they’re already in union square” Mercy said, cutting her sentence with another kiss. As if she would disappear if they stopped kissing for more than two seconds. “We got a couple minutes.”

And Swan caved. Because, if she was being honest, she was never going to put much of a fight anyway. She wanted this just as much and Mercy. Probably more. Ever since she left Coney, this was the first moment where her mind wasn’t worrying about something.

There was only one thought in her mind:

Mercy.

Mercy, she really wasn’t being very merciful right now. Her hands skillfully caressed Swan’s hair, like she knew exactly that this was her soft spot. And her mouth, that damn mouth that had got them in trouble before, was now busy kissing Swan’s lips. And her face. And slowly making her way to Swan’s neck, causing her body to shiver.

She stopped right where Swan’s vest covered her body. Mercy looked up to the taller woman with a side smile and an obvious question in her expression. That was usually when the voice in her head manifested to say something like “you need to get to union square now” or “maybe don’t kiss a girl you just met”. But, again, Swan didn’t have any worries right now. Then, without saying anything, she took her vest off.

Mercy downed her kisses to Swan’s collarbone. Swan responded by putting her hands inside Mercy’s shirt, feeling her warm body in her fingertips and wishing that this moment could last forever.

It was only when Mercy gave her a small bite and she felt teeth sinking in her skin that she woke up from her trance.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed, with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Mercy answered with an innocent smile.

“Sorry.”

Swan’s whole face went red. God, what were they doing? They were still in public. And that fucking bite would for sure leave a mark.

“We definitely need to go now.”

“Fine by me.”

Swan didn’t even question the change in tune by Mercy. She simply adjusted her shirt, passed her hands through her hair and started walking, with Mercy following behind.

Wait...

She stopped. Was she forgetting something? As she patted herself down, she realized what the problem was. Her vest was missing. The most important thing Swan owned. Where was her head at? She turned back to look for it, only to be met with Mercy’s playful smile. And, of course, she was wearing Swan’s vest.

“What are you doing?”

Swan crossed her arms, a bit amused with the situation, but trying not to show it. It was better not to encourage Mercy’s antics.

“I told you I wanted this vest.”

The ex-orphan simply shrugged, as if that answer explained everything.

“Oh my god... Did you kiss me just to get my vest?”

“No! I kissed you because I wanted you. And your vest.”

The worst part is that Mercy looked fucking good with it too. Swan would’ve believed that she was a warrior, especially with the way her eyes shined with determination. But, to be fair, Mercy would look good with anything. It wasn’t even fair.

“You’re...” Swan found herself suddenly without words to the girl’s antics. “Insane.”

“Insane...ly smart, you mean!”

“No. Just insane.” She rolled her eyes. It was basically impossible to hide her smile. “And I want my vest back.”

“Ha! Good luck.” Mercy got dangerously close to Swan, with her chin up in a challenging expression.  “If you want it back, you gonna have to take it off me.”

Swan finally openly smiled. That woman would be her end. And maybe Swan was fine with that. There were worse ends.

“It’s on, Mercy.”

[gay-barbarian]

Haven't written in forever but warriors (specifically swercy) has me in a chokehold so here's a bit of angst for yall!

It had been three months since the night Cyrus got shot. Ajax hadn't come back for prison yet. Fox funerals was held a week after the accident. Rembrandt and Cleon made speeches while Swan stayed far behind everyone, Mercy by her sides.

The first few weeks after the funerals were a bit weird for Swan and Mercy, but the new warrior putted that on grief. She knew Swan considered all the warriors like her family and she didn't want to judge anyone grieving process. It was just hard for her to see the woman she loved hurt and not let her help at all.

Mercy thought this would all get better with time, that Swan would open up and talk to her. But Swan kept running away from her whenever she felt an emotion. She went to anyone other than Mercy, hell she even went to see Ajax in prison to talk with her instead of talking to her girlfriend. And Mercy understood, she didn't really know Fox before everything went down so maybe Swan preferred to talk about it with people that understood exactly how she felt. But Mercy was right there when Swan woke up in the middle of the night screaming Fox's name. Mercy tried helping her, but every time Swan would walk out their room to go God knows where.

Mercy was starting to get a worried. She needed Swan to tell her what was wrong. So, one night, after a good day, Mercy decided to sit down and force Swan to talk.

They were alone in the apartment; Cleon being gone somewhere with Masai to talk about their new plan for peace between the gangs.

"Sooo it's just the two of us tonight, what do you wanna eat?" Swan asked nonchalantly while looking in the fridge. "Doesn't seem to have a lot here, maybe take out? Remind me to go grocery shopping soon." Silence. "Mercy?" She turned her head toward Mercy at the lack of answer.

Mercy was sitting on the couch, her serious face on. "We need to talk."

Swan looked at her, confused. She walked towards Mercy and sat beside her "You know it's okay if you don't want take out right? We can find something else."

"Not about food. We need to talk about you and me and us and how you would rather tell your problems to anyone but me." Mercy was trying her best to not to look too mad, but her face always showed her emotions. That might be why Swan started to look uncomfortable.

Mercy took a calmer voice, took Swan's hand and continued "You need to tell me what's wrong baby... Did I do something?"

"No, of course not, what makes you saw that?" Swan knew why. She knew Mercy noticed her leaving every time Fox or that night was mentioned, but playing dumb was her best card.

"Baby... You know I see you dodging me when bad memories get brought up... You can talk to me Swan. I want you to talk to me. I want to help you." Mercy was looking into Swan's eyes trying to make her understand how serious she was about wanting to help.

"There's nothing to do Mercy. There's things I need to work through alone." Playing dumb didn't work, but Swan thought that maybe being giving half truth could work.

"Alone or with anyone but me? Why ask me to come with you if you can't talk to me about anything more complex than what's for diner? Did you just want me to look pretty at your arm? Do you think I cannot be any help to you other than sex?" Mercy was hurt. Hurt that the person she loved the most in this world didn't want to share her pain with her. Hurt that she was kept away for Swan's true emotions. She knew it wasn't fair to be mad at Swan for feeling bad, but she needed answers.

Swan let go of Mercy's hand and stood up. "Fuck, what do you want me to say? That I need you? Shit, Mercy, every time I look at you, I think of that night. I think of Fox, how I failed her. I think of how I let Ajax get beat up and taken by the fucking cops. I think of how fucked up it was to find the love of my life while all this went down..."

A heavy silence filled the room. Mercy followed Swan's lead and got up. She tried to take her hand, but Swan moved to the other side of the room before she could touch her. Mercy's arm fell to her side has she tried to see her girlfriend's face with no success. Swan was looking everywhere but at Mercy. Her eyes filled with tears. She took a deep breath before continuing.

"Look, I asked you to stay, and I meant it, I still mean it, but I need time, okay? I can't shake off this feeling of everything being wrong... don't know if I ever will."

"Swan..." Mercy half whispered not knowing what to do with herself.

Swan walked toward the door not looking back "I will stay at Rembrandt's for a while. You can keep the room."

"I don't want..." Mercy tried but Swan was already gone the door closed behind her "to stay here without you..."