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A teaser of what’s to come...

Hey guys! I’ve been bad at updating for Mercy76 week but it was really because I was taken aback by all the positive feedback on my last entry. I’m currently writing a mashup of day 6 & 7, but it will most likely come out after the week since it is long from done. I’m very much looking forward to share this story with you. So here’s a little taste of what’s to come! <3

In this story Overwatch never happened. The omnic crisis never occurred.

Jack is an innocent farm boy who's never been to the big city except for one time as a child. He says that all he wants is to take over the farm from his father and meet a nice girl, but there's a sense of adventure deep down within him that makes him want to go out and explore the world.

Angela is a doctor from Switzerland who currently resides in Manhattan where she works. Her parents died in an unfortunate accident when she was very young and had to live with her godparents. She's always been at the top of her class and in the field, so she's never had any time for herself. How much she may deny it she really just wants a simple life on the countryside, away from all the bustling of the big city.

Angela's view on life is completely changed when her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere in Indiana. A friendly stranger named Jack picks her up and lets her stay with him and his parents. Though reluctant at first, Angela soon learns to appreciate the smaller things in life with the help of Jack, a man she becomes very close friends with. Soon the day arrives where her car is fixed and ready to go. But will she drive away from the life she secretly always wanted?

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Mercy76 week - Day 1 “Firsts”

I just realised that this old draft kinda fits with the theme of day 1! First "date" and first kiss. I hope you enjoy my first published Mercy76 fic! (I am super nervous about posting this hahaha)

(Btw, the song I quote is The Devil by Michael Mott performed by Sierra Boggess. Go listen to it! It’s a great song ❤)

Jack, you really don’t have to do this..“ Angela groaned as Jack pushed her along with him out of the building. She could admit that she had been locked inside her office for a bit too long, but she had things to do! Jack couldn’t just barge into her office and force her with him outside. Not that she didn’t like it, she enjoyed having someone care about her own health for once.

“Oh yes I do! Angela you’ve been glued to that desk for three days now, you need to get some fresh air.” Jack said in a very scolding manner, but laughed it off. They exited the building and walked out into the chilly November weather. It wasn’t snowing, but it was still quite cold. Angela immediately felt her cheeks redden from the cold, as she was used to the heating in her office.

“Where are we even going?” Angela asked, tightening her scarf around her. She asked, a little irritated as she thought about all the work she still had to do when she got back. This had only delayed her research even further.

“It’s a surprise. And would you stop thinking about work? I can tell just by the look on your face that you’re thinking of that big heap of papers on your desk. Can you please try and relax? Just for today? For me?” Jack smiled and looked down at her with his puppy-dog eyes. Angela sighed and pouted her lips.

“I might try.” The corners of her mouth turned up into a soft smile.

“Alright, we’re here! You don’t even know it yet, Angie, but this is gonna be your new favourite restaurant.”

They rounded a corner and Jack pointed at a medium-sized building with a tiny sign in front of it that read “Maurice’s Angel Bistro”. Angela snickered and Jack glared down at her.

“What’s the deal? Are you mocking me for my taste in food?”

“No, no..” Angela laughed. “You do know that I know Maurice, right?”

Jack’s jaw fell to the ground.

“You know THE Maurice? How?!”

“I thought that’s why you brought me here.. He and I met while I was studying for a year in France and after meeting me he decided to branch his restaurant into Switzerland. I’ve been a loyal customer ever since. He’s like family! But we haven’t spoken at all since I joined Overwatch, so I doubt he’ll recognise me..” Angela gave a half-hearted smile and put a strand of her hair behind her ear. They stepped inside and the warm atmosphere was like a shock from the cold air outside. Before they were even barely inside they heard heavy footsteps quickly approaching them. Angela felt a pair of thick arms around her as she was swept into the air.

“Angela! Mon ange!” The man named Maurice exclaimed with a large smile. Angela smiled back with a laugh as Maurice put her back on the floor.

“Hello Maurice, it’s been way too long.”

“Indeed it has, mon cheri. You should know better and call every now and then!”

Jack could barely hear the man trough his thick French accent. He chuckled as Angela was put back down on the ground. That’s when Maurice looked at him.

“My my, isn’t it Jack Morrison, the poster boy of Overwatch itself? What are you doing with my angel out like this?” Maurice raised a brow and leaned in close to him. He was a very tall man, and easily overshadowed Jack.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that Monsieur! I’m just treating Angela dinner.”

“That’s a shame, she’s a very good girl you know.” Maurice whispered to him and grinned with a chuckle. Jack blushed.

“Come on, l’ll get you two a table before I go back into the kitchen.” Maurice led Jack and Angela to a table by a window, a little separated from the rest, and left them with some menus as he went back to the kitchen as he said he would.

Jack noticed there was someone up on the stage playing piano music and an empty mic standing in the middle of the stage. Perhaps it was open mic night?

“Maurice can be a bit overwhelming the first time you meet him, but I promise he’s a good man once you get to know him.” Angela said as she looked up from her menu.

“Oh, that was nothing. He seems nice.” Jack chuckled and closed his menu, having already decided on his dish. “Pick whatever you want, by the way. My treat.”

Angela wanted to resist and urge him that she could pay for herself, but knew she would be starting an already lost argument. She smiled in response and looked back into the menu.

“I’ve never been here on an open-mic night before. You think anyone will sing?” Jack asked as he looked back at the stage, making him miss Angela’s eyes widening with an expression similar to fear.

Not today. Any day but today, she thought to herself.

“I-I don’t know, no one has ever sung when I’ve been here!”

She tried to laugh away her nervousness but failed horribly.

Not long after they had been seated Maurice returned with a expensive-looking bottle of wine which he poured up in two glasses and placed them in front of Angela and Jack. They made their orders and Maurice took the menus. That’s when he glanced at Angela with a smirk.

Angela shook her head furiously.

“No, Maurice I am not going up there! I haven’t…”

“Nonsense! Pierre is here, he remembers your song well! Couldn’t you do it, just for this old fool? S'il vous plaît? For old times’ sake!” Maurice batted his eyelashes which made Angela laugh. Jack was staring at the two, wondering what in the world was going on.

Maurice then suddenly grabbed Angela’s arm and pulled her out of her seat.

“I’m very sorry, Monsieur Jack, but I am going to have to steal your angel for one moment. You will see her again soon, I promise.” Maurice winked and hurried with Angela towards the stage.

“I’m sorry, Jack!” Angela called back to him with a nervous smile before she was rushed away. Jack just chuckled, still very confused about the whole situation.

Jack watched Angela get put onto the stage and sat down on a bar-stool type of chair by the mic. The man by the piano finished his piece and looked at Angela, awaiting her call. She looked very nervous. Somehow Jack’s eyes met hers despite the distance between them and Jack gave her a reassuring smile. It seemed to calm her down as she smiled back and looked at the man by the piano who started playing soft notes. Then she started singing.

“Oh, the devil has a secret… And he’ll keep it as long as he can… He will mask his face any time or place, but beneath is one hell of a man.”

Jack was absolutely baffled and mesmerised by her voice. He could never have imagined that she could sing, especially like that. His heart seemed to flutter just listening to her.

“But when he calls out my name, I submit to his game… I remember the night when he followed my light as he came face to face with my flame…”

Jack never wanted that magical moment to end, but as the song drew to a close he cheered and clapped loudly along with the rest of the audience. Angela bowed with a wide and bright smile on her face before she made her way down from the stage back to their table. As she saw his gaping mouth she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Should I take that as a positive response?”

“Angela, that was absolutely amazing! I had no idea you could sing like that.” Jack gave her the most genuine smile he could as they sat back down and their food arrived. During their dinner, Angela couldn’t help but glance up at Jack’s few times, who looked very handsome in the candle light. She caught Jack’s glance a few times as well, thinking she had been caught when it in fact she caught him staring at her.

They said goodbye to Maurice on the way out of the restaurant to brace the great outdoors. It had already gotten dark and the only light now came from the moon and the dim streetlights. It had also started snowing, which left the both of them shocked. But it served as a reason for Angela to stay close to Jack so they could both be warm.

“Well, here we are.” Angela said as they closed up on her apartment building. She stayed close to him, wrapped around his arm all the way to the door.

“I had a great time at least, filled with lots of surprises.” Jack chuckled and looked down at her.

“I had a lovely time as well. Thank you for dragging me out here, Jack.” She smiled up at him. She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek but Jack’s head turned at the last second, by accident or not she’ll never know, and their lips met with a weird mix of cold air and warm breaths. What surprised them both was that neither of them pulled away at first, they simply stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. Jack’s arm wrapped around her back and held her close, even when they parted. They both had a deep blush on their cheeks. Then they started laughing. Her laugh was one the most beautiful things he’d ever heard in his life, tied with her singing.

“Goodnight, Jack.” Angela smiled and kissed him on the cheek this time before slipping out of his grip and walking into her apartment building. She waved goodbye before she was completely gone. Jack’s heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats per minute and he grinned to himself as he made his way to the bus stop.

He just kissed Angela.

This had surely been the best day of his life.

Thanks for reading ❤

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Short story 01 - Part 1

Alright, here’s the updated version! I’ll be posting the other two parts very soon, so stay tuned! They get juicy I promise lol

Thanks for reading! <3

June 5th 20XX

 Elizabeth tightened the grip around her coffee cup. Her fingers gritted against the porcelain surface. She quickly glanced up and noticed that he wasn’t even looking at her. He had his head rested on his hand and was looking into the distance out of her window. He had always loved the view from her apartment and told her how lucky she was, and how his view was just a brick wall with advertisements everywhere. But this time his gaze wasn’t filled with the same enthusiasm, it looked bland and just plain bored. She noticed that he hadn’t even taken a sip of his coffee. He shifted positions and Elizabeth hastily looked down again.

Was she really that embarrassed that she couldn’t even look him in the eyes?

She wanted to cry. How had it come to this? How had they gone from their perfect relationship to this? Sitting in front of each other not uttering a single word to one another. It all started with that stupid fight a few weeks ago that ended with him storming out of her apartment.

“So… Are we doing this?”

His voice echoed through her head. She knew what he was talking about, but didn’t really want to accept it.

“Doing what?”

“Elizabeth, please, you know what I’m talking about. Don’t make this harder than it already is for the both of us.”

“Sorry.”

She heard him sigh and lean back in his chair. He was growing tired of having to carry their conversation alone. Elizabeth took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. It worked a little.

“I’ve been thinking a lot since the last time. Thinking about this, about us, and what we should do. And I realised that this can’t go on any longer.” She said before stopping to catch her breath as she felt her eyes tear up.

“I’ve tried so hard to keep this act together for so long, but it’s been too much. I tried to force it and it only made things worse, I-I really t-tried to…”

Her breath started hitching up and she stammered. She stopped herself again to gather herself before continuing. He didn’t move a muscle.

“I really tried. But I didn’t feel like I ever got any response. And now we’re sitting here, still not able to talk about it. If you really don’t want to speak about it directly you should just leave.”

She started getting less sad and more frustrated as he continued to ignore her.

“Well? Are you going to say anything?”

He stayed silent.

“Jack!”

“What do you want me to say?” He suddenly raised his voice at her. “Do you want me to feel sorry for you? Don’t you think I tried to mend this too?”

He straightened his posture as he got increasingly angrier. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I tried so hard for you to even talk to me some days. You seemed to ignore me and you were always hanging out with your ‘friends’. And not to mention those messages, what were they about? You’re hiding something from me!”

“Are you still mad about those messages? That was a long time ago, there’s nothing going on anymore! We went through this!”

His hand clenched around his coffee cup as she continued talking until he finally stood up and slammed the cup into the light brown wooden flooring of Elizabeth’s apartment with a roar. The coffee poured out all over the floor from the now smashed porcelain cup. It would surely stain her whole kitchen floor.

“I have to move on from you, Elizabeth! You’re not the girl I fell in love with anymore and I tried to convince myself you still were because I thought we were going to be together forever. But clearly not.” Jack pulled his trench coat, that was hanging on his chair, to him and threw it over his shoulders.

“Goodbye, Elizabeth.” Was his last words before he stormed out of the apartment and slammed her door shut behind him. Before he was able to close the door Elizabeth stood up and tore the ring off her left ring finger and threw it after him out into the hallway of the apartment building.

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer as her head fell into her hands.

He was gone for real this time.