#mercy76 daughter

[pviane]

The Payload - Mercy76 week - Day 3 Family

Here is yet another rushed piece for the week. 

It tells the story of a very happy event... 

I hope it will make you happy too!

Mercy was always the one who had to deliver the payload. No one was there to do the job for her so she usually sucked it up and got the job done. This time was no different.

Panting and pushing as hard as she could she was doing her best. Giving up to the pain and fatigue of her effort, she let out a loud scream.

“Come on Angela, you got this!”

Soldier: 76 was right at her side, holding her hand to make her feel his support. In front of her spread legs, an obstetrician was ready for the payload. Other than then her, there was no other person to help the deliverance.

“Come on Mrs. Morrison! Deep breaths! This baby will come out today!” the woman in scrubs told Angela.

Mercy could barely hear her reassuring words. Her waters broke that morning and since then the contractions started and it was a continuous journey down a path of pain.

“AAARGH!” she cried as her body was in flames “WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG! JAAACK!”

Jack tighten his old on her hand, answering to her call.

“I’m here Angel. You know, back with Jack Jr you…”

Mercy looked at him, her hand grasped his as his pain turned to rage

“I SWEAR IF YOU SAY ‘YOU HAD HIM DELIVERED ALREADY’ I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

Jack did not react; the sight of his angel turning into a devil petrified him for a second.

Good news came from the other and as the obstetrician announced the arrival of their baby.

“I see the head! One last push, dear!”

Angela collected all her strength for the final effort. Containing her screams, she pushed the baby down, bit by bit. After a couple of minutes, Jack could hear wailing coming from behind the sheet that covered the space between his wife’s legs.

“Congratulation, Mrs. Morrison! It’s a girl!”

The obstetrician and the nurses proceeded to cut the umbilical cord, clamping the stub, and then showed the baby to an exhaust but ecstatic Angela and to a proud Jack. The baby girl was wet of body fluids and screamed her confusion to the world.

“Jennifer…” Angela called to her.

As if she understood her mother was calling her, the baby stopped crying and looked at Mercy with her deep blue eyes. Angela smiled at her first daughter, and then looked at Jack. Her eyes told him all the things her voice could not: pride, happiness, exhaustion, and love. The nurse proceeded to the cleaning station where they removed the blood from the baby, weighted and measured her, and administrated the first medicines and vitamins to the newborn. After that, as standard procedure, they assigned her a colored bracelet, with will match the ones that her parents will wear. Finally, they wrapped the little thing in a blanket and returned to Angela.

Mercy took her baby into her hands and immediately put Jennifer near her chest, allowing the little girl to come into skin contact with her. Angela was now more relaxed and could have a better look at her daughter. Jack was right beside his girls.

“Look Angel, she is just like you!” he commented, pointing at her face and her single curl of blonde hair.

“She is not all me, Jack!” Angela responded looking up at him, “She has your eyes!”

Upon closer examination, Jack noticed that Jennifer’s eyes were indeed darker than Mercy’s and more closely resembling his. Her gaze was similar to his too, as she stared at him with a surprising determination. It almost looked like she was challenging him.

“You are right!” he said

The little girl grabbed Angela’s finger, squeezing it between her little stubby fingers

“Oh my… She has your strength too!” Angela giggled.

Jack stared at both daughter and mother with pride, while Angela looked right at her daughter.

“Jennifer” she called at her “It’s time to meet your dad!”

Mercy extended the little bundle of joy to Jack, who collected it from her arms and firmly held it against his body, to keep her warm and safe. He felt a great joy in holding his infant daughter in his arms. IT was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. Sure, he had felt that before, with Jack Jr, but this time it was different. He had a daughter now, a beautiful little angel…

“Ouch!” he exclaimed as baby Jennifer grasped his finger with her little hand. Angela was not joking about her strength! Angela let out a giggle. It was cute too see her husband and daughter getting to know each other for the first time.

Jack returned the baby to Angela as a nurse approached.

“As soon as your wife has expelled the placenta, we’ll be moving her to her room!” the nurse reported

Angela looked at Jack.

“I got this, it won’t be long now! You go get him!”

Jack nodded, understanding perfectly whom she was speaking about: Jennifer’s big brother, Jack Jr.

 Jack and Angela left their firstborn outside with Ana and Reinhardt, had volunteered to babysit little Jack for the duration of the childbirth. The old German gave up to to the fatigue and fell asleep on the couch. Jack Jr joined him quickly, and now he was sleeping barefoot right next to him, despite the old man’s loud snoring. Ana walked impatiently back and forth, excited more than worried, for the impending birth. As Morrison entered the Waiting room, she immediately turned to him

“How are they?” she asked

“Mom and daughter are fine. Jennifer cannot wait to meet her brother!”

Ana looked back at the two sleepy heads on the couch.

“He is there with Reinhardt. The wait was too long for both of them!”

Jack smiled and walked past her to go wake his son. Kissing the blond kid on the forehead, he called him.

“Wakey wakey time, Junior. It’s time!”

The two year old boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at his father

“Uh?” he replied yawning “Daddy?”

“It’s me! Come! There is someone you need to meet!” Jack told him, helping him to sit up and put his shoes back on. In the meantime tried to wake up Reinhardt with a kiss as well but, as this had no effect, she resorted to a knock on the head. The old giant man moaned as he awoken.

“Ze kiss was enough, Ana!” he lamented

“It is best to be sure, Reinhardt. The child has born, by the way!”

Reinhardt looked at the boy getting ready to go

“Look like you are going to meet your sister, little Jack!”

The boy looked at the old man and gave him a wide nod in response. After his father tied his shoes, he jumped down from the sofa and took his father’s hand. Then they proceeded to his mother’s room.

Ana and Reinhardt remained behind, beaming at the thought of the oncoming family reunion.

 When the two Jacks arrived in Angela’s room, she was getting some rest in her hospital bed. Right next to it stood a cradle for the newborn. Jack Jr immediately rejoiced by the sight of his mother

“MOMMY!” he screamed running towards her and jumping on her bed. Standing up, she met him with open arms.

“Hey! How is my little soldier? Have you been a good boy with grandpa Rein and nana Ana?”

Jack Jr looked up at Mercy

“Yes! But I slept and daddy had to wake me up…” he responded with a guilty pout on his face

“Oh, is quite all right. Your sister took her sweet time!” Jack chuckled

“OH! OH! Where is she?” Jack asked, hearing his father mentioning his new sibling.

“She is there dear!” Angela answered pointing at the cradle nearby.

Jack Jr tuned his attention to it immediately and closed in, trying to get a peek over the edge, but he was too short for it. His father approached him from behind and picked him up.

From the arms of his father, Jack Jr could now see his little sister. She was sleeping between two soft pillows and was now wearing a pink one-piece baby suit. Little Jack was magnetized by the little girl and could not avert his sight form her

“Jack, meet your sister Jennifer!” His father proudly announced

The little boy was still unresponsive as he was completely absorbed in contemplation of Jennifer. He kept staring at her as his father kneeled down to allow a closer look on her. Jack Jr rested his chin on the edge of the cradle, still looking at the baby.

“So, what do you say champ?” Jack Sr asked his son. The latter stood silent for some more, than looked back at his father, then his mother.

“I LOVE HER!” he proclaimed in excitement.  

Jennifer waved her arms a little, and then opened her eyes. Her sight ended up on her brother’s face right next to her. Then her expression changed and to both her parents she seemed to smile at Jack Jr.

Angela and Jack’s own smiles widened even more as their happiness could not be greater.

They could not ask for a better son not imagine a more beautiful daughter.

Never before, they felt part of something this beautiful.

They were family.

[princevolker2788]

Mercy76 Week 2 – Day 6: Freestyle

@xavirne

@mercy76week

Little backstory, this is a sort of Honor Harrington/my sci-fi series crossover universe, where Overwatch is a force for good in the known galaxy, most of the characters are the same, save for a few additions and playing with the timeline of the canon.

Overall i’d like to explore this as an AU in the future.

            Commander Morrison leaned over the guard railing, eyes scanning the 3D plot of the battlefield ahead. Little blue triangles represented his forces, whereas the red triangles symbolized the enemy: the terrorist group known as Talon. The only problem was that after the loss of Gérard’s ship-of-the-wall, Overwatch’s forces were severely out classed and outnumbered with the new AI controlled ships, along with the squadron led by this mysterious Widowmaker. Add to this a concerned government breathing down their neck and you had a recipe for disaster.

            If they didn’t win a decisive victory here, the fate of the earth, and Overwatch was in jeopardy. He sighed and turned to his second in command, Ana Amari.

            “How’s Oxton’s squadron?”

            “Primed and ready sir, just awaiting your order.”

            He nodded and looked to the plot once again. Lena’s mission was to punch a hole through the enemy’s left flank, drawing attention away from the right and leaving an opening for Fareeha’s destroyer.

            It was a sound plan, under normal circumstances, but the men were uneasy, moral was low.

            “It’ll be fine Jack, my daughter wont let us down.” She whispered.

            “I’m not concerned about that. Its those damned Omnic units.” He whispered back.

            She nodded, turning her remaining eye to the plot, scanning left to right. After a moment or two she looked forward, to the screen that displayed the ‘verse before them.

            “We can do it Jack.”

            He smirked.

            “Captain Amari, you have the con.”

            “Aye Commander.” 

            He strode through the crisp grey halls of the ship, heels clicking in time with his heartbeat. Jack always got the jitters before a fight, kept him sharp. But I the hours before, it was always a pain to deal with. Taking a left more out of habit than anything else, he found his way to the medical bay.

            The ship’s doctor Angela Ziegler was attending to their newest edition, Hana Song, piloting the MEKA starfighter. The girl, because that’s what she was compared to everyone else, was undergoing last minute medical checks. Last mission she’d entered atmo at mach six, nearly tore the ship apart, and her.

            “Alright, as long as you don’t do anything too fancy you’ll be fine.” Said Angela.

            “Awesome.” The girl deadpanned.

            Hana snatched her coat and rushed out the door to the hangers.

            “Youth…” mused the doctor.

            Jack couldn’t help but frown. It shouldn’t be her having to fight, should be him and all the old guard doing this. But now their children were in the war, the war they should have finished.

            A gentle hand reached out to caress his cheek, pulling him out of his regrets.

            “Hey, you ok?”

            He captured her hand in his, locking steel blue with cobalt blue eyes.

            “This is it.”

            Angela’s gaze softened.

            “It is. And we’ll win.”

            He sighed, dropping her hand and turning to the door.

            “Everyone keeps saying that. But I don’t think they realize the severity of the situation.”

            The doctor blocked the exit with her body, a glare fixed to her slender features.

            “We do Jack, believe me we do.”

            He wished he could believe her, but from what he could tell, the situation was damn near hopeless. Lena was a great pilot, but not even she can outmaneuver computer controlled plasma bolts. If these Omnic forces were half as good as they feared, this’d be over in seconds.

            “When was the last time you saw something this bad?” he asked.

            “Never.”

            At least she’s being honest…

            “But we’ve come out of far more desperate situations before.”

            “When the playing field was level. If we cant get to the human controlled ships we’re done.”

            Angela shook her head, gripping a tuft of bangs that always hung in front of her eyes.

            “We cant lose hope Jack, its all we have. With the recent crop of deserters morale is at an all time low, especially considering Gabriel was the instigator.”

            Jack bit back a curse at the mere mention of the man. His third in command, best close range fighter he’d ever seen, gone in a flash, taking two ships of the wall with him.

            “I haven’t lost hope. I’m just looking at the facts.”

            “Well I say fuck the facts.”

            Her words startled him, as did the fierce look in her eye. She leaned forward and captured her lips with his, pushing him against the wall. The kiss deepened as she entangled her free hand in his hair while he brought her in by the waist. His lungs felt as if they were aflame, forcing him to come up for breath.

            The two gazed at one another, understanding plain as day between them. There would be no room for mistakes, or doubt. They had to win. Before he could leave she gripped his wrist and placed it over her stomach. His eyes widened as a coy smile crept across her lips.

            “Come back to me.”

            “I will.”

            ***

            The hanger bay was abuzz, each man and woman rushing to their assigned task. Some of the officers offered a salute, others a nod as their strike commander strode to his personal transport craft.

            He set one foot on the ramp then turned to the assembled troops, who stood at rigid attention at the base.

            “Today, we face an enemy that has up till now known our every move. They’ve been able to match us blow for blow, man to man. But not today. Do you know why?”

            No one answered, each troop, pilot, and crewmember’s gaze glued to him.

            “Because we have the Tracer herself, returned from the dead: Lena Oxton, your ace, the tip of the spear!”

            A cheer rose up from her personal squad, chanting her callsign over and over:

            “TRA-CER! TRA-CER! TRA-CER!”

The young brit’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, the familiar grin making its way across her lips. She jumped up from her cross-legged position on top of her fighter with a giggle, striking a pose.

            “Ain’t no one can best me in the black luvs, you can be sure of that. Especially with Miss. Prodigy over here.” She said, gesturing to Hana.

            They younger pilot smirked as she rose to a louder round of applause, crossing her arms and blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

            “Just leave it to us old man. We’ll get you there.”

            A chorus of nervous chuckles echoed through the hanger bay, as the eyes turned to him again. He chuckled as well, drawing himself to his full height to look Lena and Hana in the eye.

            “Then do it you brats. Suit up, and bring down the hammer.”

            A final cheer rose through the hanger, declaring that earth’s champions would not go into the dark without a fight, that they would fight to the last, or until their enemy was dust.

            With this, he ushered his marines into the assault craft, locking eyes with Lena and Hana and offering a nod.

            “Alright Ana, were in, countdown to launch is a go.”

            “Acknowledged, troop transports ready to launch in five minutes.”

            Jack took a breath, flexed his fingers, and started the engine, feeling the craft lift from the deck with a familiar hum.

            “Tracer Squadron, you are cleared for launch, godspeed.”

            “[Roger, keep the kettle on for us luvs].”

            Jack watched as the pilot’s arrowhead shaped craft struck out from the hanger in a flash, her compatriots in tow.

            Hana followed suit, her MEKA team forming at the flanks of Tracer’s formation. His craft would be next in ten…

            He looked to the old fashioned photo taped to his dashboard of him and Angela last time they were planetside. Their relationship was one of the worst kept ‘secrets’ in the fleet. But the news of a child would beach her for a good long while after this.

            Five…

            He smirked, she’d hate that, but in the end he wouldn’t mind a bit of shore leave…

            Four…

            Jack activated his shields.

            Three…

            Said a silent prayer.

            Two…

            Gave a thumbs up to the flight officer on deck.

            One…

            And gunned it.

[vxlkyrieonline]

♛ (Do me! Do me pls! For either Jack or Hanzo, whoever you feel like doing more, love

((Okay, I don’t feel like I’ve quite got all my love for your Jack out of my system yet, so here we go for one @notyourdad76/@jack-o-lantern76:))

my opinion on:

character in general: I think it’s been pretty well-established that canon Jack Morrison is a bit of an ass. I’m still not sure if this is just because the only situations we’ve seen him in are the sort of high-stress, high-tension situations that turn everyone into a little bit of an ass, because we just don’t know enough about the context and the situation and thus are all guilty of confirmation bias, or because he actually is an ass.

That being said, I absolutely love the direction the fandom’s taken with him and the unspoken, unverified fanon that surrounds a lot of his characterization. I think, like a lot of the other Overwatch characters, there’s a lot of stopgapping needed to really turn him into a standalone muse instead of just a set of tropes masquerading as a personality. Which is fine, of course. It’s honestly fascinating that so many different versions exist of the same character, and that each one of them is equally recognizable and valid. In a sense, he really does belong to the fans, and that makes me really happy.

how they play them: Soldier: 76 as Mercy’s father figure is not an angle I’d really considered too heavily before I ran into this blog, but god help me, it works. I think part of what makes it feel so real, though, is that the way Alex characterizes Soldier, he’s got just the right mix of gruff sternness and sappy doting softness to make it feel appropriate. You get this feeling that, to a large extent, Jack Morrison’s life was spent trying not to be too personable, too friendly, too warm, and now that he has the opportunity to finally establish a closer relationship with the people who kept him sane enough to function, he’s damn well going to take it. It’s one of those stopgap characterizations - we don’t really see too much of 76 being soft in the field, other than joking voicelines like “Kids, eat your yogurt” and whatnot - but Alex really makes it believable.

the mun: Alex is a goddamn treasure. I will live and die on this hill. Not only does he routinely help me with translations (if Mercy ever says anything in German that’s longer than like one single word and it’s not a grammatically-mangled mess, it was probably Alex’s work), but basically any time I show signs of being upset or feeling inadequate, he’s immediately there with the sweetest compliments and the most sincere reassurances. At times, it’s sometimes just that which gives me the mental fortitude to make it through the day. I constantly find myself thanking whatever higher power exists that I was fortunate enough to meet him, and he constantly inspires me to be a better, kinder person.

do i:

follow them: Of course I do.

rp with them: Yes yes yes! Although, again, writer’s block has been kicking my ass lately so it’s not nearly as much as I’d like. I keep doing the thing where I read our threads and I’m like, damn, this is so good, I want to read more of this! Except I can’t. Because I’m the one that has to write more of it. :’)

want to rp with them: YES OF COURSE gimme more of the Dad, I love him

ship their character with mine: Honestly, not this version. I know Mercy76 is a really popular ship, but in this case I feel like there’s a lot more to be found in exploring the father-daughter aspect of it, the duty-bound platonic love, than any sort of romantic inclination.

what is my:

overall opinion: @notyourdad76 is quite possibly one of the, if not the, best 76 blogs I’ve ever had the privilege of writing with. There’s a lot of headcanon that goes into it, but it’s all well-built and extremely well-written, to the point where I keep forgetting it’s not actually canon. The muse is grumpily adorable, the mun is sweet as sugar, and honestly? I’m incredibly glad they’re part of my rp life.

[nol-overwatch]

Ah by the way, before I forget

There was this fic called 'Overwatch: Counterstrike' I believe. The author was either just a kid or someone whose native language probably wasn't english since the grammar was just terrible, but holy fuck the story was just incredible. If that author were to edit that story with the correct grammar and all I honest to god believe that fic would be the best Overwatch story there is. If anyone wants to read it, it should still be on ff dot net, and it's Mercy76 so mind you.

It's actually on par with another Overwatch story I've read called 'Hana's Dad'; this one doesn't have a ship since it focuses on Dva and Soldier and their father-daughter dynamics. Definitely up there, but I think it's discontinued now.

pre or post fall mercy76?

Both are alright, but post fall has the most angst so I love that more. Actually, now that I think about it, there weren't too many stories that were pre fall. I could only count around two stories that centered on pre fall and one of them I've completely forgotten the name sadge

[thejenno92]

At the moment I have not really much time to draw but sometime I scribble a little bit. I could upload so much mercy76 stuff, but it’s not finish T___T. BUUUT for the next mercy76 I can draw stuff. On september I have time and I want it so much *____* <3 And today I find time to dra @xkatheyx our Own Dads . My Dad Finus and her Dad Victor >///<. (I love Victors Design so much!!!. Icons for our RP. 8D. (I really love Robert, Craig and Mat. And in our RP I take Craig and Kathey Robert >//< <3) More love for dream daddy. I like really that game. At the first I thought this is a shit like the standards boring yaoi-games. But no! I love the relationship between the own dad and his daughter and the sweet romance to the dads. The Relationshsips are not really exaggerated. (But I romanced only Robert, Craig and Mat). 

[fume-knight-of-shovelry]

Overwatch Shipping Chart

Updated for Orisa!

More under the cut!

(For the larger sections I’m not going to add all of them b/c laziness. If I edit them in later I’ll remove this note).

My OTPS:

Genji/Mercy (Gency, Emergenji, Emergency): This is pretty obvious, huh?

Emily/Tracer (Emilena/Lemon Tea): It’s canon and what little we’ve seen so far indicates that it’s pretty cute and very healthy.

Torbjorn/His Wife (No ship name): It’s canon and dear lord, do we have ample evidence that Torbjorn adores her.

Ana/Canadad (No ship name): At this point I feel like there’s enough here. Anahardt will always have a place in my, well, Anaheardt, but it and Ana/Jack and Ana/Gabriel have been pretty much sunk in terms of the “Pharah’s dad” question. The Uprising spray pretty much was the biggest factor for me.

I Have No Problem With These:

Mercy/Roadhog (MercyHog): I unironically adore these two. Yes, most of it is due to my experience not killing Mercies that I hook (or, less frequently, not being killed my Roadhogs that hook me), but I can imagine some cute dynamics for them and have witnessed a few in fanart/fanfic/in game.

Ana/Reinhardt (Anahardt): Yes, Reinhardt is not Pharah’s father/Ana’s husband, but they still have some adorable interactions. And due to the ambiguity surrounding whether or not Pharah’s father knows that Ana is still alive, the idea that they could get together at their age is really cute.

Symmetra/Pharah (Symmarah): Yeah, it doesn’t have a lot of canon basis, but I’ve encountered enough cute fanart of them at this point that I can picture some of how they’d play off of each other, and the image I’ve been given so far has potential.

Bastion/Orisa (Oristion, I think?): Mostly due to imagining that they’d have the same sort of dynamic that Wall-E and EVE have, with Bastion as Wall-E and Orisa as EVE.

McCree/Hanzo (McHanzo): Like Symmarah, doesn’t have much of anything with regards to canon basis, but there’s enough good content of them that I don’t have a problem with it.

Junkrat/Symmetra (Junkmetra/Symmrat): Again, not a lot of canon ground for them to stand on, but the dichotomy is a solid foundation for some interesting interactions, if there’s not hostility.

Mercy/Soldier: 76 (Mom and Dad, Mercy76): The fanart pretty much speaks for this. I’m a sucker for certain good, meme-y pairings.

McCree/Mercy (McMercy): They’re a cute duo that recalls more than a few silly couples, like Han/Leia. The “gruff dude with coquettish/prim and proper lady” is the sort of thing I’ve seen a lot and have come to enjoy.

Zarya/Mei (ZaryMei): I still can’t conceive as to why this exists, but some people really like it, so I don’t have anything really against it.

Hanzo/Symmetra (Hanmetra, Symmhanzo): Credit to the fanartists for introducing me to this one. Though they don’t even interact in-game, they’ve got the same personality, the same sorts of problems, and I can’t help but think they’d adore each other.

Best Friends:

Genji and Zenyatta: Student and his therapist mentor is, by default, a friendship. And their dynamic in this fashion is ripe for some interesting psychology.

Lucio and D.Va: They canonically are fans of each other, at the least, which given their similar standing seems to naturally lead to friendship. Even if I enjoy Bunnyribbit, my initial view of them frames them more as a Brotp than romantic. I don’t have any issues either way, though.

Bastion and Orisa: Please Blizzard let them interact. Them being friends is obviously infinitely more likely than any sort of relationship, so I just want them to have some voice lines together.

Reaper, Sombra and Widowmaker: Even if she betrayed their goals in “Infiltration”, according to Michael Chu, she considers the other two friends. Whether or not it’s reciprocated is a more difficult question to answer, but I like to hope it’s at least one of the reasons they haven’t gotten rid of her.

Tracer and Lucio: Speedy buddies. And they joke around a lot, too.

Zarya and Reinhardt: Strong friends are best friends. And they arm wrestle, too!

Soldier: 76 and Ana: Considering that they’re hiding out together and were first and second in command back in the Overwatch days, this feels pretty strongly canon.

Roadhog and Junkrat: I know there are a lot of ways to interpret their relationship, but I honestly see their arguing as more friendly than truly hostile, given the positive interactions sprinkled between the nastiness.

Torbjorn and Reinhardt: This is canon. Reinhardt visits Torbjorn’s family for the holidays, and their interactions are all positive.

Ana and Torbjorn: I know that she gives him some grief, but at the end of the day they still feel like buddies given their time together.

Tracer and Mercy: Given the latter’s behavior during the Uprising mission, I’d say Mercy considers tracer a friend, and vice versa.

Not My Ship:

Pharah and Mercy: I think this should be perfectly clear. I have a few issues with the pairing itself, but really, the ship is not my primary reason for disliking it; it’s the people.

Reaper and Soldier: 76: I personally am not comfortable shipping two characters together who are so avowedly determined to kill each other and have attempted to do so on multiple occasions. Reyes and Morrison is a different story, but I still see things there that turn me away from that pairing (not as strongly as the first one).

Widowmaker and Tracer: Both Tracer and Widowmaker have canonical love interests (prior in Widowmaker‘s case, but she’s still clearly hung up on him). Besides this, the same issues that I have with Reaper and Soldier: 76 apply.

Genji and Zenyatta: I really, really prefer their student/teacher dynamic to any romantic one.

D.Va and Soldier: 76: I know D.Va is technically an adult, but the age difference here is a little too large for me to be comfortable with it. I try not to begrudge people who ship it.

Roadhog and Junkrat: The age difference rears its head again, but for me it’s mostly just because I much prefer to interpret them as “Bash Buddies” who swear and argue with each other a lot without being romantic.

Just Don’t:

Tracer and Men: Tracer is canonically lesbian.

Sombra and Katya Volskaya: Given that Sombra is blackmailing Katya Volskaya, and threatening Katya’s daughter, any romantic relationship between them would be sexual extortion on Sombra’s part.

Genji and Hanzo/Ana and Pharah: Incest.

Winston and any human character: I love Winston, but he’s a gorilla. A gorilla that’s more intelligent than most humans, but still a gorilla.

[nitr0glycer1ne]

♡  Mercy76 Week ~ Day 3 ~ Family ♡ An alternate universe where Jack Morrison and Angela Ziegler are single parents. They meet on a spring day, as Jack’s adopted daughter Lena gets into a fight with Angela’s son Jamie.  Though their kids tend to fight a lot, the parents get along and start taking a liking to each other ~  In the end they create a weird little family, and Lena and Jamie start getting along (especially to cause some mischief together)!

[mythicvelocity]

Mercy76 Week Day 3 “Family”

Hello! So for this day I have an original fic actually! I found some time in my busy life to write something new! I am IN LOVE with the idea of Soldier 76 being like a dad figure to D.Va, and that is what inspired me to write this fic. Anyways, enjoy!❤😀 

Oh, the good ol’ after mission mayhem. Mercy never missed the insanity that ensued after the arrival of the dropship after a certain dangerous operation or a mission gone wrong. If she wasn’t dealing with medical emergencies in the heat of battle and attempting to keep everyone alive on the front lines, she was waiting for everyone to return where she would play the role of doctor and hero after the fact.

At the present moment she was sitting enjoying some lemonade and a book on a balcony overlooking the sea, but she found herself looking at her watch frequently in anticipation. The dropship’s ETA was 15:30, and it was currently 15:00. She was always extremely antsy leading up to the arrival of the team who went out on the mission. They were her family, and she hated to see them sad, sick or injured. She was always doting on them even when they weren’t injured, and she had earned herself the title “Mama Mercy” because of her behavior. It didn’t help that her boyfriend was the commander of the group, and because of his father-like leadership, he was affectionately (and sarcastically) called “Dad”.

Dog-earing her book page, she decided to get up and make her way towards the hangar. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to see if she had received any texts from Jack. There were none. That could either be a great sign, or a bad one. Sighing, she stopped by the kitchen to deposit her glass in the dishwasher, and continued on her way to greet the returning agents.

She had waited a mere 5 minutes before the dropship arrived.

“They are early.” she thought to herself after checking her watch.

Again, this could be very good, or very bad.

The second the dropship touched the ground the door flew open and everyone who had been on the mission piled out. By the looks on their faces and the fact that everyone was huddled around what looked to be a makeshift stretcher, she knew something hadn’t gone right. She quickly made her way over to see who everyone was huddled around, and her heart dropped when she saw their bloodied and bruised form. It was Hana.

Something about the young Korean girl evoked a strong motherly instinct in her. Sure, she cared about everyone on the Overwatch team like they were her own family, but something about Hana awoke something inside her. Maybe it was because she was young, or maybe it was because she also knew what it was like to be raised on a war torn world full of destruction. Regardless of the reason, she felt like she saw the face of a child of her own on the stretcher in front of her.

The first thing to snap her out of her moment of shock was a strong hand placed on her shoulder. Pulled out of her trance, she turned around quickly to meet the blue eyes of someone she desperately needed the comfort of at the moment. She could tell by his expression he was just as worried as she was.

Like herself, Jack had taken a fatherly role in the young girl’s life. Just like she had watched him step up to be a fatherly figure to Lena and Fareeha, she saw him become a rock and a supporter to Hana. He always made sure she was well prepared before missions, and always helped her out with something she needed (sometimes even if it involved pranking someone). The infectious happiness and giggles that came from the gamer was good for him, and Angela was glad that the two had become close.

“She took quite the blow from an enemy explosive.” he said gruffly. Behind his serious facade Angela saw he was worried. She knew him better than anyone else.

“Hurry.” she said plainly, attempting not to let any emotion seep into her voice. “Let’s get her into the Med Bay as quickly as we can.”

As soon as she finished her thought, the group set off racing towards the Med Bay. Reinhardt helped Jack carry the stretcher while Mercy hurried ahead of them. While she was scared for Hana’s well being, she was also slightly angry. She new that what happened on a mission was most of the time unpredictable, but she found part of herself blaming others for Hana getting put in this condition. As she opened the door leading to the Med Bay, she tried her hardest to push her feelings out of the way. The worst thing to happen as a doctor is to let emotions affect your work.

As soon as Reinhardt and Jack set Hana’s small, limp form on the table, she began to get to work. After checking her vital signs (which looked surprisingly good other than a slightly elevated heart rate, respiratory rate and blood pressure, which is to be expected from someone with blood loss), she started assessing her wounds. By peeling off her battle worn jumpsuit, she discovered she had one, if not a few, broken ribs. The broken ribs had not punctured her lungs, which was fortunate. An X-ray would have to be conducted to reveal the extent of the damage to the bones, but for now, there were other things to worry about. Any other injuries she found littered across her body were just minor cuts, scrapes and bruises; nothing that would require more than cleaning and some antibacterial ointment. What concerned her the most was the bleeding coming from Hana’s head.

The blast from the explosion must have caused her to hit her head on something, because there was a large gash on the back of her head that was bleeding. The blast hadn’t totally crushed her skull, but could very well have fractured it. She would suffer from a concussion for sure. Mercy began cleaning the blood from her hair, and disinfected the wound. The gash looked like it would require a few stitches, so she began to get to work.

The whole time Angela was working on Hana, Jack was pacing the hallway outside the Med Bay. Hana was like a daughter to him, although he probably wouldn’t outwardly admit it to anyone. She was so young, so cheerful, and had so much more of a life ahead of her. He always felt guilty if she got injured, even if it was just a small cut, because he felt like he was supposed to look after her. This was the first time she had gotten injured more than just a scrape or a sprained ankle on a mission, and he felt like it was totally his fault.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard the door open to reveal a tired-looking doctor. He quickly made his way into the room to see Hana’s condition. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he saw her blood free, laying on a bed, chest slowly rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern.

“She’s lucky it didn’t turn out any worse.” he heard Angela say from behind him. “All the cuts and bruises on the outside made it look much worse than it actually was.”

“What’s the real damage?” he asked.

“Well, she has two broken ribs. Luckily both of them are nothing more than bad fractures that won’t need surgery to heal correctly. Her head took most of the damage. She has nine stitches in her head to close up the cut that was bleeding and she definitely has a concussion. She is lucky her skull didn’t fracture as well. Besides not being able to play video games for a few weeks because of the concussion, she will definitely be ok. She’s tough and young. She’ll bounce back in no time. She should be awake soon”

The tone of her voice was filled with alleviation, and Jack knew she had been just as worried as he had been. He let out another sigh of relief. She was going to be ok. Not happy, because not being able to play Starcraft makes for a grouchy D.Va, but she was going to be alright. Turning around, he wrapped the small frame of his girlfriend into a hug. He could tell she was surprised at first, but she quickly melted into her embrace.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep her out of harm’s way Angel. I really try to keep my eye on her at all times, but it’s not always easy. She has a mind of her own and you know how Hana get’s when she sets her mind to something. I always try to return her in one piece but this time I didn’t. I know you care about her a lot and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep her safe.”

Angela just shook her head and rubbed her hand along his toned back. “It’s alright Jack. I know it’s not easy because you really care about her too, but we all know the risks when we load up onto that dropship. Both of you know the risks involved in fighting for what’s right and you do it anyway. Things like this happen, and even though it’s hard to witness, especially when it is someone who you love like your own child, it is a price that sometimes has to be paid to do what is right.”

Jack smiled and kissed the crown of her head, smiling into her platinum blonde hair. “I don’t know how I’d do it without you Ang. It takes so much out of me keeping tabs on these crazy kids.”

Angela just laughed brightly and brushed her fingertips against his jawline. “Oh don’t give me all the credit. Sure I keep them alive, but you have to get them to do what they are supposed to do. It’s like herding cats!”

The both of them shared a laugh before Jack leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. She smiled into the kiss, happy she shared her life with such an amazing man and incredible groups of “kids”. The loving moment between the two didn’t last long before a high pitched voice killed it.

“Ewwww!” Hana said from her spot on her bed. “Get a room you two!”

The couple couldn’t help but laugh. After being blasted by an explosive and hitting her head, Hana was still her same joking self. “How are you feeling honey?” Angela asked. “You suffered some pretty serious trauma to your head, how is it feeling.”

Hana proceeded to tell her that her head hurt, and she gave her some painkillers to help. She then asked her some questions about where she was, what happened, what day it was and who she was to gauge the severity of her concussion. Luckily she answered all the questions correctly. After telling her what she would have to do to allow her brain to heal (and dealing with the tantrum that ensued after telling her no video games for two weeks minimum), she stepped back and allowed her her to nap. “We are going to get something to eat real quick. We will be back in a little bit.” Angela said, referring to her and Jack, who was still with her. Both of them were hungry and exhausted.

Hana just nodded. Taking off her lab coat and draping it over the chair at her desk, she grabbed Jack’s hand and made her way to the door. Before she reached the door, Hana called out, “Hey! I’m thirsty!”

Angela could see the corners of her boyfriend’s mouth twitch into a smile, and she rolled her eyes. She could see this coming from a mile away.

“Hi Thirsty,” he said, “I’m dad.”

The look on Hana’s face was priceless. Angela laughed and shook her head. “I will go get you a bottle of water.” she smiled, barely able to speak through her laughter.

“Thanks mom! Looks like you are good for something other than bad jokes like Mr. Blondie over here.” she rolled her eyes, gesturing at Jack, who still had a satisfied grin on his face.

Giggling again, she made her way down to the kitchen with Jack, beaming. Her little family was going to be ok.

[anothertrashyshipper-blog]

My ship chart frm overwatch! 

And there you have the blank one.  First of all: No to the ship wars, just ship what you like and let the others do the same!

Please don’t: It’s not like I hate people who ship that, simply I don’t like the ship lol

ーPharmercy: It’s like... I don’t know. Forced. They have a couple of voice lines and that’s all. But whatever. PS: It’s not like I don’t like the ship because it’s a woman x woman thing. I just don’t like it.

ーMercykill and Mercy76: One thing. They are 60 and she is 37. The two of them can be her father. And the “dad 76″ and “mommy mercy” it’s not anymore for me because Ana it’s more like a mother. In her voice lines she says it like... Everytime. The “Mother knows best”, for example.

ーShimadacest and Amaricest: Incest. Don’t, please.

ーWinsTracer... I think?: Well... Winston is a Monkey. I don’t like bestiality, but if you do, okay, I don’t really mind.

ーReinD.va (I don’t know the names of all of the ships in Overwatch): No. Please. Just... Don’t. Papa Rein doesn’t have to mate with lil’ gremlin’ D.va.

Best Friends.

ーMeiZarya: This is more like a logical one. Zarya is a proud Russian Strong Woman and if you do know a little bit about Russia, you CAN’T be homosexual. They even banned the comic “Reflections” in that country. Nothing personal against it. I prefer them to be like best friends though.

ーReaperSombraWidow  (Talon Gang): Well... I can’t ship Widowmaker with anyone. She doesn’t have emotions and the few that she had shown through the comics and the lore is towards Gerard, her deceased husband. And I prefer this trio to be like the besties. Sombra tricking Gabriel and Amélie, I don’t know, sounds really entertaining for me. 

ーGenyatta: I don’t have anything against it. I don’t see them as a couple... But I don’t mind if the fans want to ship them. The relationship Master and Student it’s pretty good right now looking it as “Zenyatta maked Genji accept himself and so they started a campaign trying to accomplish what the deceased brother of Zenyatta, Tekhartha Mondatta coudln’t, with the help of some ex members of Overwatch such as Lena Oxton and Winston.” That sounds like a good fanfic to me.

I have no problems with...: Well, it is simple. I do like some of them, others not that much, but... It’s like, neutral to me. It’s not like I necessary don’t like the ship. It’s just... I don’t know. It’s okay, I think.

The good shit: Oh boi.

ーGency: Well, they share lore together, voice lines, even some skin concept (Like the Devil for Mercy and the Oni for Genji), Michael Chu likes the ship, etc, etc... I really like this pairing. I’m not going to lie, it’s my favourite. I’m not going to enter the discourse of the ship wars though. It’s my opinion, lol.

ーMcHanzo: I know, they share... Nothing. But I don’t know... They look so cute and their personalities together are so... Good. McCree trying to flirt with Hanzo and getting rejected everytime he tries to approach. It’s cute.

ーAnaHardt: First, they flirt in the actual game. Second, Pharah shares voice lines with Reinhardt and a spray (it’s really cute, both of them are fishing like daughter and father). I’m not assuming that Reinhardt it’s Fareeha’s father, but I like the idea. The oldies of Overwatch.

ーReaper76: I like the Love/Hate relationships. And these two have a lot of that. Nothing much to say about it.

ーBunnyRibbit: The two of them are so cute. Hana it’s kind of annoying though, but Lúcio is her cinnamon roll that she loves to cuddle with, listen to music with and play some videogames with. 

ーAmélie and Gérard: Yes, I know she killed him, but it was because of Talon influence. They BRAINWASHED her, and even though she shouldn’t had to feel any emotions, she do seems to feel something towards the deceased Gerard in some voice lines. She sighs and says “Ah, Gérard...”, or with Ana. “Gérard was a fool to love someone like you.” and Amélie replies “You don’t know anything about him.” And in Reflections, she is seen visiting the grave of Gérard. ーTracer and Emily: Canon. Lemon Tea it’s just really cute.

ーTorb and waifu Torb: Canon again. In the comic you can see her, and papa Rein. And that’s it! I hope you don’t get mad at me because of my likings. I’m against the hate between ship tags, so I’m not going to put this into a ship tag (well, Gency tag maybe because reasons). 

[pviane]

Momocon 2017 - Overwatch Voice actor Panel

Overwatch Lead Writer Michael Chu moderates a panel with voice actors Lucie Phol (Mercy), Fred Tatasciore (Soldier: 76), Charlet Chung (D.Va), Johnny Cruz (Lucio) and Matthew Mercer (McCree).

It is a very fun panel to watch and the people in it are just amazing.

As a Mercy76 fan I really LOVED the Mom, Dad and daughter D.Va jokes and generally the interaction between those characters’ VA. I am so happy they acknowledge and embrace those memes and fan-created personalities.

If you are not a Mercy76 shipper you will enjoy the panel anyway, there is also some funny Bunnyribbit jokes too for those who ship it ;)

My favorite excepts are after the spoiler for my fellow Mercy76 fans

She hugged him because she likes that behind the hard face he is a soft guy, I guess :P

This is a very emotional moment. Charlet just told the story of how he helped her before her first panel, and she said he is “VERY Soldier: 76″

Also, pay close attention at the 48:15 mark. True Mercy76 fans will recognize THE Mercy76 pick-up line!

[princevolker2788]

Mercy76 Week: Day 3

Right then, this story features a character of my own design, Cale Oxton.

Drawn by the lovely and über talented @jenniferstolzer here:

Currently, there are two versions of Cale. the one here, where Emily and Lena have a child through a donor and some of Angela’s genetic tinkering (based partially off of Lycoriseum’s Archive of Our Own fan fiction: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7812280/chapters/17828311

And the other is an AU where Cale was born from a relationship between Lena and my other OC, Sam, who becomes an Overwatch agent. Cale’s story is continued in my own fanfic: Where Have You Been? 

That said, enjoy the fluff :)

@xavirne

“Family”

 “Here, will you hold him for me?”

            Angela blinked in confusion as the small bundle was pressed into her arms before she could protest. In a blink, Lena was gone, rushing through the halls to find God knows what.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jack just barely containing a gut-busting laugh.

            “So… this is funny is it?” she asked, ice coating her words.

            Little Cale gurgled happily in her arms.

            He certainly had his mother’s looks; the little button nose was unmistakable, but the eyes… sea blue, no doubt from the unnamed donor. The hair was tussled in that all too familiar fashion that screamed ‘Lena Oxton’. Whereas the freckles that dotted his shoulders were obviously from Emily, all thanks to a certain Swiss Doctor’s tinkering of course.

            She smiled wide and cooed to the young Oxton.

            “Who’s the cutest little man?”

His eyes widened.

            “You are!” she finished with a small spin.

            Cale giggled, bringing a similar laugh to her lips as she brought him close and nuzzled his nose.

            “Angela…”

            She froze midway through making a face at Cale and turned. Before she could so much as blink a bright flash hit her eyes. Once her vision cleared, she found, to her horror, Jack Morrison standing with a goofy grin on his lips and a blown up picture of her face in his hand.

            “Jack��” she growled.

            He moved the cell phone behind his back.

            “What Angel? I’m just capturing the moment.”

            “Oh I’ll show you capturing the moment!”

            The doctor strode forward and (carefully) thrust Cale into the unprepared soldiers arms. He cradled the small child easily enough, but didn’t quite know what to do once their eyes had locked. She took this opportunity to snap a similar compromising photo of her boyfriend.

            “Uh…”

            It was then that Cale decided to start sobbing. Jack turned to her, but all she offered was a simple shrug and a smug grin.

            “What do I do?!” he hissed.

            “I don’t know, you’re the strike commander, you figure it out.”

            His face dropped.

            “Angel-uhhh….” He whined, “I can barely handle Song on a good day, you expect me to—”

            “Oh what have you done now?” called a familiar cockney accent.

            Lena blinked up to Jack and scooped up her child with a cheeky grin. Cale ceased his bawling immediately, staring up in wonder into his mother’s hazel eyes. She giggled, blew a small raspberry, and brought him over to the nearest couch.

            “Oh, you’re just the cutest little thing!” Cooed Mei, who had finally made her way through the base, Fareeha, Hana, Emily, and Ana in tow.

            Lena’s smile stretched from ear to ear as she handed Cale off to Emily, who proudly began showing him off to the others. Ana smirked as she sidled up to the two of them.

            “He’s beautiful.”

            “Yeah…” said Angela, slipping a hand through Jack’s arm.

            “So… what’s your excuse?”

            “Huh?”

            The older woman leaned in and pointed to the two of them, wiggling her eyebrows with a suggestive wink.

            “I’m not getting any younger after all.”

            Angela felt a steady flush creep into her cheeks. Not wishing to make a scene, she buried her face into Jack’s arm.

            “Ana, You’re only five years older than me.”

            She chuckled and bumped shoulders with him.

            “Your point little brother?”

            The couple groaned.

            “You’re a terrible person.” Muttered the doctor.

            “I try.”

            With this, she moved into the group to get a chance to hold the newest addition to the group. As they continued their doting, Angela brought herself closer to Jack and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

            “Should we tell them?” he whispered.

            “No, lets keep it secret a while longer.”

            “Keep what a secret?”

            They whirled around to find a nonchalant Hana Song standing behind them, handheld game system in hand.

            “Nothing” They said.

            “Mmm hmm.” She teased.

            “Hana, you’re misunderstanding the situation, I, that is we—”

            She chuckled and wrapped her arms around their necks, bringing them down to her level.

            “Congrats you guys.”

            She pressed her lips to Angela’s cheek and rushed over to grab Cale.

            “I’m you’re auntie!” She quickly moved back to the couple and winked. “And these, are your grandparents.”

            Ana snorted, prompting a disappointed glare from her daughter and a round of guffaws through the group.

            “Grandpa huh?”

            “Oh c’mon dad, have a laugh!” quipped Lena.

            A tiny smirk worked its way across his lips. Angela smiled as well, wiping away a stray tear as she snuggled up to Jack.

            A family, their family. And soon…

            She set a hand over her abdomen.

            A new edition.

[pviane]

A day to remember [McPharah]

As soon as I received the wonderful news of @escapefrommetalgear‘s wedding I knew I have to make something special for her and her husband.

So I wrote down a little wedding story for her OTP, McPharah, that soon evolved in a 2800 words one shot. I also included some Mercy76 here and there, since it’s another ship we have in common (and I liked the idea of include them too much)

I hope you like it!

A HUGE thanks to @mtex for her help with the grammar

The sun was high in the sky, but the cool breeze of the desert kept the air somewhat fresh for all those attending the special event happening at the Giza Grand Hotel’s beautiful garden, not far from Temple of Anubis. Sunrays were not the main concern for a certain man waiting for the show to start.

Dressed in a full suit with high boots and a fancy cowboy hat, Jesse McCree adjusted hisexpensive tie for the hundredth time and looked at his gold plated wristwatch.

11:58

Almost High Noon.

He smirked. Ironically, it was her who insisted on having the wedding at that exact hour.

The levity moment was brief though, as his thoughts dwelled on the big step ahead of him.

He was going to get married! He was going to marry none other than Fareeha Amari.

The more he thought about it the more he felt unworthy to marry her. She was righteous, headstrong and incredibly beautiful, all the things he was not. All he could see in himself was just a dirty man, whose only chance of redemption was taking out the trash the world one gunshot at a time. How she could love a wreck like him was beyond his brightest hopes.

Someone grabbed him by the arm. Even though he winced, the grip was not tight at all. It was a gentle gesture from the kindest of women. Leaning a hand on his arm was the bride’s mother, Ana. He looked down at the old but strong woman. She was standing right beside him the whole time in her long blue dress that left only her wrinkled arms free. On her head, hijab veil covered most of her hair except for her braid and a bang of silver hair. Just having her there filled him with the confidence to stand his ground and not run away in shame. Ana noticed a single drop of sweat forming on his forehead.

“What is wrong Jesse? Are you scared?” She asked, drying his skin with a napkin.

“Nothin’ escapes your eye, Ana!” He replied.

“You’re gonna be okay. She loves you. Trust her as I do!” Ana told him with a careful but firm voice.

She then took a glance at Jesse’s watch and added:

“Guess what time is it?”

The hover limo arrived right at 12:00, stopping at the end of the aisle. The armored guards from the Helix Security detail stood at attention and presented arms to their Captain, who was about to disembark the vehicle.

Everyone attending stood up and looked back to see the bride exit the car. On her side were the bridesmaids, Mercy and Tracer, dressed in blue dresses with gold trims. On the benches of the bride’s side sat the whole Amari family and Pharah’s colleagues in Helix khaki uniforms. On the groom’s side stood Soldier: 76 and Genji as best men, and the whole Overwatch crew filling the places reserved for Jesse’s family.

The Wedding March started playing as soon as Reinhardt helped the bride out of her carriage.

There she was…

Even from afar, Jesse could see every single detail on her and as she got closer, the view of her became cleared. She was wearing a long white dress that looked like a strapless toga without sleeves, like those of the Egyptian queens of old. Around her neck a broad Wesekh Collar, made up of many thin gold laths, and a headband made up of a couple golden chains. She also wore a pair of golden wristbands. All that jewelry reflected the rays of the noon sun making her look like a goddess from the Ancient Egypt, his goddess.

Fareeha walked down the aisle escorted by Reinhardt. The more he looked at them the more McCree wasn’t sure who was escorting whom as the old German man was barely keeping his emotions in check and the tan skinned woman was hugging his arm tightly. Behind them, a blond little boy wearing a little suit and a red bowtie was carrying a pillow with the rings, struggling to keep it leveled.

Ana let go of Jesse’s arm to go get her daughter from Reinhardt’s care and for a few moments McCree stood alone without support.

“If there’s a moment to man up, this is it partner!” He told himself.

Ana took Fareeha’s right hand and proceeded to put it in Jesse’s left one. The old woman smiled at the two, blessing them with a silent nod, and then let go of their hands, joining Reinhardt on the front bench behind the bride.

As the boy carefully placed the pillow on the pedestal near the minister, the ceremony was set to commence. However, the little man could not resist doing an unscheduled stop. After dashing towards the bridesmaids, he pulled Mercy’s dress to get her attention. The whole audience went silent at this unexpected turn of events. Bowing down to the blonde kid, the Swiss doctor received a big kiss on her left cheek.

“Go sit near grandpa Rein, you little rascal!” She said to her son, who just wanted to say hello to his mom.

A couple sighs of endearment came from the audience as little Jack Jr. skipped his way towards the first bench, placing himself between Ana and Reinhardt. He also waved at his silver-haired dad on the groom’s side before realizing he was interrupting. He then sat there and stayed silent, looking down to the ground.

Jesse smiled at the cute scene and Fareeha let out a giggle. She then turned towards him again and planted her brown eyes into his. Her stare was full of contrasting emotions: commitment and insecurity, begging and strength; but most of all love. Love for the cowboy, whom she was going to make hers in a few minutes.

Given the cultural differences between them, Jesse and Fareeha opted for a ceremony that respected both their respective cultural backgrounds, but when it came to their vows, each wrote their own.

“Fareeha Amari, not a day passes by that I don’t thank my lucky stars for meeting you. I watched you grow from a little girl that dreamt to be a hero to the day you became one that I could never dream of being. You are the strongest woman I know and a shining beacon of justice for those around you, especially me. I don’t feel worthy to have a woman like you, but I take you as my wife on this day, and I swear I’ll be at your side till my last breath.”

“Since I was little, I grew up looking up to you, Jesse McCree. Despite all this time, I never stopped. You are the proof that no matter what the past leaves you with, you can always make the right choice and follow justice. Never in my life have I ever been as honored as today, in which I’m taking you as my husband. And I promise you that I’ll love you forever!”

 As the minister pronounced them man and wife, Jesse looked down at the new Mrs. McCree. She looked back at him. All trace of fear had disappeared from her eyes and finally so had in his. They stared at each other for a couple of everlasting seconds. They made it! They became a family, a single soul in two bodies. They savored the moment before diving into each other for a long awaited kiss. He tried to cover them with his hat, but Fareeha was faster and snatched it from his hands, allowing the guests to see their kiss. The crowd erupted in applauses but among all the noise and the people cheering, a single tear managed to escape from Ana Amari as it ran down the tattoo below her left eye, over her cheek. She could not express the joy that was overtaking her in that moment, for that was what she wanted for her little Fareeha all along.

The reception took place in the luxurious building near the gardens and all guests sat in a large room, served by human and omnic waiters alike. Each guest was having a good time from the newlyweds to the youngest member of the group, little Jack Jr., who never left his mother’s side, except for playing with his dad and the other Overwatch agents such as Winston and Bastion, whom he found funny.

Nearing the end of the dinner, Mercy elbowed her husband who then raised up and rung his glass to call attention to the guests. The room went silent as Soldier: 76, alias Jack Morrison, was about to give his Best Man Speech.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here to enjoy some free food at the expense of the groom and the bride! I’m kidding, all of you know Ana is to thank for all of this. The true reason we are here, however, is to celebrate the union of two of the most marvelous people I’ve ever met, Jesse and Fareeha! The husband asked me to deliver some sort of speech for him and while I’m not the best man for the job, I’ll try to embarrass him to the best of my abilities. Jesse McCree has been a thorn in my side since day one. I remember looking at him and wondering why we didn’t throw him in a cell and toss the key. His first words only cemented my convictions and I soon burned my old western movies. A shame, it was a nice collection too…”

He paused to allow the audience to laugh.

“Jokes aside, it was not easy at first. Sure, he was rough, but at his core, he was meant to do good, and good he did! Surely not that time he tried to impress Ana with his pistol twisting skills! It almost costed you your trigger finger, if I recall correctly. Isn’t that right Ana?”

As Ana nodded the crowd exploded in another fit of laughter.

“But I cannot talk about this man now without talking about his beautiful wife!” Jack continued, “Fareeha is a pure soldier, a woman that can do anything she puts her mind to. And once she set her sights on you when she was young, she never let go! Like that time when she was thirteen! She didn’t want you to go to your next mission after losing your left arm. Her grip on your right arm was so tight we feared we would have to cut that one off too to remove her!”

More laughter from the guests interrupted his speech. He patiently allowed the laughing to fade before continuing.

“Looking at you two, I wish Gabriel was here to see how far you came, Jesse. You have grown so much since we first met and you overcame all challenges, all losses and all the hardships life has presented you. You found Fareeha, and discovered that the greatest strength comes from what you can give to each other. I may have found an angel, but you may have found a goddess!”

He looked at his smiling wife and child when saying those last words.

“So let’s toast to the groom and his beautiful bride! To the fast gunslinger and the strong soldier! Here’s to Jesse and Fareeha!”

“HERE! HERE!” The crowd answered.

After the cutting of the cake and then some photos, the bride was all set for the Bouquet toss. All the unmarried girls gathered behind Fareeha as she was preparing to toss her beautiful white and blue bouquet. The men stood aside waiting to see who would get it.

Zarya stood in the middle of the group, keeping the others form jumping with her strong arms. The others however were ready as well: Symmetra was shaping a light whip to snatch the bouquet mid-air, Tracer was ready to blink forward to get it for Emily and D.Va was preparing to climb onto the Russian weightlifter’s shoulders with the help of Brigitte.

The moment arrived and Pharah threw the flowers over her head towards the assembled girls. Tracer blinked ahead of everyone as the bouquet approached but she could not grab it as Symmetra’s whip hit her on the hand. Bouncing upwards, the bouquet flew over the group, with D.Va missing it by a hair. In the end, it landed on the lap of the only girl that did not participate. She sat on the side waiting for the commotion to pass. Startled by the unexpected turn of events, Mei recomposed herself and looked around her.

“Uh, sorry.” She said, picking up the flowers, visibly embarrassed by the attention she was getting “D-Does this belong to someone?”

Fareeha erupted in a loud laugh, soon followed by everyone else, Mei included.

Some hours later, the party ended and one after the other, the guests left. The last ones to leave were Mercy, 76 and their son. As Angela hugged her lifelong friend, 76 just shook Jesse’s hand and told him “Gabe would have been proud of you!”

After saying the last goodbyes, the newlyweds retreated to their suite for their first night together. While his wife looked at the photos of their wedding day, Jesse went out on the balcony to smoke one last time for the night. While lighting his trusted cigar he thought about the wonderful day and all that had happened. It was indeed the happiest of his life: the ceremony, the reception, the friends… Not to mention the bride, now his wife. It did not matter how unworthy of her he could feel, they were man and wife now. Till death do them part.

A faint noise in the dark caught his attention. It was like the sound of a flag waving violently in the wind. He recognized the sound and reached for his weapon. His blood froze as he realized he forgot his Peacemaker inside. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a black hooded figure with a white skull mask standing in the dark. He knew who it was and replied accordingly.

“You are late, Reyes!”

The black dressed man looked straight up at him.

“I saw you got married…” Reaper replied with his metallic voice.

“Yeah, what’s it to ya? Don’t ya think you can threaten me and mah wife!”

Reaper stood silent for a couple of seconds, than spoke again.

“I just wanted to say I’m proud of you, and that I wish both of you well. You deserve it, Jesse!”

His voice, despite being bone chilling, came out differently. He sounded genuinely happy for their marriage.

Jesse looked at the man who saved him from a life of crime and helped him become the man he was now. Even though Gabriel had now become a homicidal maniac. Maybe there was still some humanity in him.

“Thanks Gabriel, I appreciate it!” Jesse told him, grateful for his kind words.

Reaper chucked maniacally.

“Enjoy your marriage, for what is left for you to live!”

He then disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

McCree stood there for a minute. Did Reyes just compliment him and threaten him.

Maybe he was not that human after all and the father figure he was in the past was truly gone forever.

Before he could wrap his head around it, a voice called him inside.

“Husband, have you finished your damned cigar? Come inside this instant!”

Obeying to his wife’s orders, he went back to the bedroom.

There Fareeha was waiting for him, laid down on their bed, wearing only a set of white lace lingerie. In front of her, a holographic projector was playing the video of the dance from before. Ana was dancing with McCree while Reinhardt was with Fareeha. Both couples danced marvelously among the others and at one point, Ana and Rein gave each other a glance of understanding. They let go of their respective partners, making them meet in the middle of the dance floor. Jesse and Fareeha soon realized they were set up as all the guests stopped dancing and stared at them. A look between them was all it took. Without saying a word, Jesse asked her for a dance and she gladly put her hand into his, starting a slow dance for all to see. They danced for what seemed like an eternity, never averting their gaze from each other.

After he removed his clothes, McCree joined her on the sheets.

“Is that really us, Jesse?” Fareeha asked him, looking at him.

He looked at her eyes filling with tears; she could not believe they were married either.

The cowboy turned the projector off, put it on the nightstand and sat near her, stroking her black hair.

“This is us! Me and you together forever, my goddess!”

She bit her lip. She secretly adored how he called her a goddess. Jesse always knew how to make her feel important. Guessing that his lovely wife was ready, Jesse quipped one last tease:

“So, who’s gonna ride on top tonight?”

Fareeha immediately caught his drift and closed in on him, mesmerizing him with her fawn eyes

“I’ll fight you for it!”

So there you have it, Meryl.

Congratulations on your marriage! May you live a lot of happy years together!