I’ll be your pocket Mercy Soulmate prompt
She never quite understood the sentence marked on her wrist. What exactly was a "pocket Mercy?" From what she understood, the words "pocket" and "mercy" combined do not hold any meaning, so to see both words together on her soulmark is really odd. Her parents were just as confused when they read the small flowery letters that appeared on her seventh birthday. Nevertheless, they told her younger self that perhaps all will reveal itself in due time, and not to be too concerned with her soulmark. It was only when she was nineteen did she finally understood the context. That year was the time she got into Overwatch. She loved that game, for its colourful characters, compelling story, and most importantly, enabling her to meet wonderful people online. As she was more drawn into the game, she got a better understanding of some gameplay terms other players would use, like "chokepoint", "c9", "squishies", "pocket healer". That last term gave her a hint on how she would first meet her soulmate, but she never quite realised what it truly meant until that day arrived. It was another weekend where she decided to play another round of competitive matches. She was still halfway to her placement matches. Hopefully she could reach diamond this time, since her last season's rank was just in high platinum. Maybe for the next few matches she might have a team that would speak on voice chat. Her last two had been completely silent. This time the match was taking place at Lijiang Tower, one of her favourite maps! The moment the hero selection screen came up, she instalocked Pharah. Call her a bitch for instalocking but hey she was a pretty great Pharah player. She just wanted to boop enemies off the map. Besides, if Pharah wasn’t working out she could switch later on. She’s not that big of an asshole. She sat for a moment and watched as the other players picked out their heroes. They only had one healer, who was a Mercy. Sad. If they had another healer, she would have asked the Mercy if she could pocket her. Being an only healer on a team was difficult enough as it is. (She once tried to play support and god it was a horrifying experience. Her admiration for support mains skyrocketed after that.) Whelp, she can handle herself as a Pharah anyway. No need for any pocket healers with her. As they got into their player characters, she checked voice chat. Huh. Four out of six players available, including herself. Hopefully these people are the more talkative ones, and not too toxic. She tapped into her mike and let out a “Sup.” A chorus of voices greeted her from her headphones. They seemed friendly enough. So far, so good. She looked at the Mercy player from her screen thoughtfully, then spoke, “Hey Mercy, you mind pocketing me for a while? You don’t have to stay with me the whole time though. I get that solo healing’s tough.” There was a long pause, which made her feel slightly anxious. She hoped she didn’t sound demanding with her request. A soft giggle came from the Mercy player, and then she heard the words from a sweet angelic female voice. “I’ll be your pocket Mercy.” Note: i saw this in my drafts from like how many years ago and was surprised that I managed to write this out lmao. So I finished it. Hope it’s alright! :3