The birds are chirping. The sun is shining.

Stomachs were full, a little drowsiness seeped through slowly slowly. Laughter could be heard in the distance. Everyone was dancing. Music was being played in full blast. Overwatch had a partner scheme everyone had to be a part of, including the stingy Commander.

Death would rather embrace him spitefully that let Jack do that though.

Every Ana had a Reinhardt. Powers up. Shields up. Love's on like the sun is rising and the moon is setting every single night oh my~

Every Brigitte had a Hana. All nine of them. Even the gremlin, naughtily changing shape size to pay the devil on someone's shoulder. Doesn't really matter, she can handle all sides at once. Plus, Hana was a war hero. She deserved to be carefree once in a while.

Lucio was always thankful for the music. His muse was the greatest partner he could ever wish for.

Lena's hands were always occupied, holding either Emily's or Amelie's, sometimes both at once.

Jamison either had Roadhog to cause havoc with or was conducting vile frowned upon experiments with an equally crazy Moira.

Sometimes, it was hard to distinguish between the two.

Jesse wanted to partner up with Hanzo, but he clearly wasn't interested, saying it was a waste of time. Genji thought to ask Jesse to relive the GOOD OLD BLACKWATCH DAYS™ but Hanzo immediately changed his mind then, not liking the glean in his brother's eyes taking over the usual cheerful ones for a few seconds. He teamed up with his Master instead, having still much to learn from the young but somehow still incredibly wise Omnic. Speaking of Omnics, Zarya surprisingly, was teamed up with Mei. You'd think it wouldn't work.

But somehow it did.

Oh alright. Intrusing solid ice meeting the battle worn steppes actually matching? Tell us another one.

Sombra hacked into the partner system to match herself with Satya. To say the Indian woman was reluctant would make me invent a new word for it. Widowmaker had wine. Tons of it. She's French. Orisa had Bastion. Even Akande had bars.

And every Pharah had a Mercy.

Well...

Almost.

There was one Pharah. A Pharah almost everyone forgets about. She asks every Mercy for companionship before a game match starts.

She offered them one rose flower in a guarded manner, afraid her towering stance was giving a bad impression to all of them.

One of the Mercy's politefully refuses. "I'm afraid I already accepted one from another Pharah. You'll find her soon I'm sure."

A horned Mercy, golden orbs penetrating the mecha's whole being better than any scan she could perform, glared at the iron tempered hands. "You're too cold to touch. Where's my little furnace?" She became happy when she spotted a Jackal themed Pharah, although this Mercy had to play Tug-O-War with the Valkyrie themed version of herself. "Go look for someone else E-Rir-Nutte, this soul is mine."

The Anubis themed Egyptian was confused at first, but then mightily yelled "TWO MERCIES ARE FIGHTING OVER ME!" with a grin that could defy any adversary. She started looking back and forth at the two Swiss doctors playing tug-of-war with her forearms, lifting them both easily, momentarily distracting them with DEM GUNS.

A Pharah worthy of a palace and a throne was happily walking in the paved passage way of the Gibraltar base, chatting away with a Greek Goddess who was equally worthy of both and much more. She already had a crown full of rose flowers resting on her head, carrying a smile brighter than a thousand suns growing by the minute.

Mecha Pharah's heart broke into tiny sparks.

This Pharah was hoping the Witch of the Wilderness could change her into something... less unappealing. But she didn't manage.

"I don't want to either. You look quite decent to me."

This raised the lone Pharah's chin a little. "But I'm afraid I'm not the one to accept your flower." Lowering her face, Pharah saw the Witch smile a little towards an even more intimidating version of herself, who looked so peaceful when their eyes met.

Sitting down on the payload, the robotic Pharah kept staring at the flower.

Valkyrie Mercy settled with Raindancer Pharah. They both seemed happy with each other.

An imp version of the Devil Mercy didn't want to do anything with her, saying she looked "too serious, way too stiff". She went off, looking for the grumpy freelance detective who possessed the special amulet that always kept her one step away from complete freedom, still close to the heart.

Helix Pharah was having a picnic with Combat Mercy, enjoying the peaceful days both people wished to share with each other for a long time.

A Maserati was parked in the distance, its engine rumbling as it stayed cooly on the side, clearly waiting for someone.

Walking down the street, despite the crowded area, Mecha Pharah saw a confident silver faced dame fearlessly walk on despite a human weapon stayed openly gaping at her direction, wanting and caring for the taste of danger. Seeing a Mercy (and damn what a Mercy) seemingly strut her stuff all by herself, the circuits in Pharah started glowing, hope coming through once more, uncaring of the - WARNING: ANGEL OF DEATH APPROACHES - warnings her dashboard blasted away.

She was a deadly machine if used well. This Mercy was death personified.

Surely this was-

The Maserati came to life before Mecha Pharah could approach, making the robotic Egyptian stop on her tracks.

Coming out of it was yet another Pharah, this time wearing a tailored suit a dry wallet could only dream of, playfully beckoning the woman in ivory comes towards her. She was holding a whole bouquet of rose pink tokens of affection behind her back, complete with expensive florist foil wrapped all around the freshly picked flowers, holding the supercar's front door open for her. The one Pharah that could break through all of Mercy's barriers let out a low whistle, making her wrap tight arms around Pharah's waist, accepting the flowers.

With the manner they were both dressed, they were clearly doing their best to impress each other. Talk about a power couple.

"All for you, babe. Tonight's on me."

This Mercy seemed to be a woman not necessarily given to smile. But the one who dearly revered in carrying her wings had one that was contagious.

"It better be."

After seeing them kiss, Mecha Pharah's lips wobbled slightly, wanting to share the same thing with another Mercy in spite of the glaring odds running against her. The gangster Pharah equivalent's eyes leaned towards the car's entrance, before wiggling mischievous brows in a thirsty manner towards the woman seated inside.

Seeing the gem on wheels leave everyone's sights, Mecha Pharah was close to tears. Was she destined to always remain the odd one out?

B-but they all seem to be paired up with their own Pharahs.

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Translating: Where's my Mercy?

A slight thud started to be heard from behind, sounding like someone was lazily punching against a sheet full of iron.

Neko Diva stared back. "Hey that wasn't me." The sound happened again. "That definitely wasn't me, nya~"

It clearly came from the booth of the pink themed machine of DOOM.

"Brigitte? C-Could you come check my bonnet again? D-don't want it to be bees like-like last time ny-nyoom~" Mechanic Brigitte, gave an assuring pat on the anxiety tastic fit Neko Diva was having ("nyaaaaa~~") before going for the support robot's knickers, speaking for everyone in the gamesroom.

"What the...?"

A blonde woman in pig tails was found sleeping in the pink Mecha's boot. Naturally undercover kitties were a magnetic pull for any Brigittes. But this was not a naughty shape-shifting Diva. Hell, the gremlin was eating many oreos alongside the pirate themed Ana.

...Hmm. Devouring was more the word. Everyone stared at the sleeping figure.

That was not the same person.

Sleeping peacefully by herself. Drooling a little. AND- holy cow. That was an unmistakable snore.

Definitely not the same person.

Bedouin Pharah looked curiously towards the pink themed Mercy, still snoozing off without a care in the world alongside a surprised Eidgenossin Mercy. Mecha Pharah, noting the theme repeat like clockwork, held onto the rose, positive currents going through all over the Rocket Queen once more.

This was it. It was either do or bust.

Pink Mercy rose slightly, still half asleep, rubbing sky blue orbs sluggishly from keeping them sown up with sleep.

Was this finally it...?

Everyone kept staring towards the new Mercy, who did kinda show up out of nowhere, but was far from an unpleasant sight. (The obvious Sailor Scout hairstyle on the thirty seven year old did clash a little, but it was done for a good cause.) Before anyone could say a word, the Mecha Pharah opened her mechanical mouth, swiftly placed the single flower at the hollow bottom and slammed it shut.

That reaction confused a lot of the player's skins, old faces and new ones.

Wasn't Pharah always ready to offer any Mercy a rose? Did she give up?

Rubbing her eyes, the pink styled Mercy blinked a few times towards her new companions. But the first interaction was aimed towards the tall mechanical Pharah, who had activated the iron mask back on her face, the metallic gleam giving her a moment to reflect all what just happened.

Now?

Pink Mercy rose up in a sudden motion, rolling upright and happily going towards Mecha Pharah with a little jog. Little pink sparks shone from the staff's end, making slow pink ribbon whips follow rapid linear motions coming from the newcomer in the air. She was floating slightly, big spreading wings started glowing, matching the gentle expression Pink Mercy had growing on her face.

"Hello~~~!"

...noone expected THAT reaction.

Pharah stayed silent, as more rose themed ribbons swayed in the air around like a happy puppy gleefully stole a gymnast wand, until they all stopped in front of her.

She responded back calmly.

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Translating: Hello.

It was not said with the usual enthusiasm.

Hearing the game siren, all of the active players had to go into position, as the multiplayer campaign was about to start.

When it did start, the blue team spread out, aiming to protect the base and collect all flags possible.

A light tap on Mecha Pharah's side could be felt. Turning gently, the same Pink Mercy stayed by her side, with a small smile growing by the minute. An obstructing mask was in-between Mecha Pharah and any sense of vulnerability, helping her feel completely focused on the game's mission objectives.

Why was her heart pounding? Stupid thing. Shouldn't she be used to rejection by now?

A Sentai Genji from the Red Team was charging towards them.

...Oh. Mecha Pharah's heart sank once more. She pushed her hope down.

One of the flags they had to protect was unguarded.

Slinging one of her rocket launchers firmly on her shoulder, Mecha Pharah made one shot towards the enemy Genji, warning him not to come any closer. He did not heed the warning, preparing his ult straight for the Mecha Queen's direction. She didn't try to take cover, or use the proper launcher to use as a shield from damage.

At least she would not see them fly away together like this.

Out of nowhere, Pink Mercy successfully deflected the ult, used her shocking pink gun to stun the brightly coloured ninja, and fired a strong blast to swiftly reduce his health bar to zero. She was simply too fast for him to prevent that elimination, sending him straight to the respawn zone.

Or the ledge.

That one.

Relief was clear on Pink Mercy's face, sharing a moment of silence with the Pharah she just saved.

Not letting Mecha Pharah run away, Pink Mercy created an invisible wall made out of pink crystal, amused at how curious Pharah became with the reflective spell.

Placing both hands on the edges of Pharah's mask, surprise was replaced with shock when one hand found the back button connecting the metallic matte with the rest of the armour. They stayed in the same place, like she always knew it was there. Mercy asked softly, staring at the still shocked Mecha Queen with a tender gaze. "You're much prettier like this. I like you either way. Where you alone all this time?" She started puckering her lips in a kissing motion. "I'm sorry. Forgive me~?"

Mecha Pharah kept staring, blinking rapidly. Until she opened her mouth.

Pink Mercy was a bit miffed from that action (it is shocking to find out your bae has no teeth) before emitting the sweetest squeal of surprise.

She picked a tiny rose petal from the base of the mouth, making Pharah's expression turn from hopeful to one of pure panic.

Part of the covering disguise from before started opening and closing during the panic attack, feeling she somehow ruined everything.

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Translating: Oh no where did it go? I'm sure I placed it down here. Wait, wait, I can find it, please don't go-

Mecha Pharah was stopped on her tracks when Mercy's wings glowed until they peaked to a bright pastel pink colour, holding the single pale rose petal with both hands to her chest.

"It's wonderful. Can I keep it?"

With those simple words, hope rose high through the circuits, making Pharah's eye popping pink orbs shine a soft explosion of sheer joy.

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Translating: Of-of course. It's yours.

Smiling sweetly alongside Pink Mercy, she mirked a little as she effortlessly knocked down an enemy Zarya without turning her gaze, who was yelling at Angela for "Stealing my looks, stealing my liiines-!" Engaging the wing engines of her suit, Mecha Pharah entered the skies above with an upstream boost, soaring in synchronisation with her long awaited Mercy flying along side their love charged barriers. The way thunderous enemy fire sparked uselessly against the artificial kinetic (magic?) barrier made the flight feel super romantic. A cheerful smile matching Pink Mercy's eyes wordlessly agreed with the super resilient (read: shy) figure in the distance.

Yes.

It was all worth it.

Author's Notes

Written during the Pink Mercy campaign Overwatch had a few months ago.

Heavily inspired by Nekitoototo's fanart of Raporcy. Fused both chapters from Ao3, hope you guys like it.