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Alana froze as she was typing on her iPad. She knew her shoulder had been a bit sore from carrying her bags around in the airport, but her left shoulder felt particularly heavy now.
When she looked at her shoulder, she found Carlos asleep and using her shoulder as a pillow. “Ah… Uhm,” she looks around to make sure nobody sees them. She imagines what this looks like and so she turns off their overhead lights and lets him sleep. She knows traveling can be tiring so she doesn’t wake him up.
She puts on her headphones and listens back to her last recorded podcast to make notes of any changes she may need to do.
An hour later, Carlos wakes up and realizes he was sleeping on Alana’s shoulder. He looked to her to apologize, only to find her asleep too. He tried to be careful to not wake Alana as he was getting up to go to the lavatory, but turbulence had a different idea.
The plane hit a small pocket of air and Carlos stumbled as he was trying to get to the aisle and he ended up grabbing onto Alana to not fall. The small turbulence and Carlos grabbing onto Alana woke her up. The plane leveled out but Carlos still was holding onto Alana’s thigh.
Alana felt her skin flush at the contact of his hot hand.
“Sorry querida,” Carlos says as he removes his hand from her. He composed himself and made his way to the lavatory.
As she waited for his return, Alana tried to focus on her podcast notes, but his phone kept buzzing and distracting her.
All it took was one glance at his screen to shut down any thoughts that he had been flirting with her. His phone kept buzzing and the contact showed up as “Love of My Life” with a picture of Carlos hugging a young woman and her kissing his cheek.
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The Call of the Sea
Hello hello everyone! Had a spur of inspiration and wrote a short story from it, hope you enjoy the little mcgenji treat!
As always, you can read it on Ao3 as well if you want! Please also be mindful of the tags, and happy (angsty?) reading :-)
The sea was loud.
Much louder than it had been in the faded memories he had of visiting a sandy cove when he was younger, when his family was nothing but that still. When there was no betrayal, no bright splashes of blood, no stench of death. Nothing but seashells in his little hands and blurred faces of people who had since become strangers. Enemies.
The sea was loud. It crashed against the steep cliffs and jutting rocks beneath him, a fine spray coming up and glittering in the slowly fading sunlight. Genji watched it churn and foam far beneath him, the way it swallowed up the rocks and swirled into the crannies of the cliff-side carved out by time.
Thought about how easily it could swallow him up just the same. He would be nothing to the crashing waves. Tossed around and forced under into the deep, the body that had been so meticulously created to keep him alive helpless to something far more powerful than he could ever hope to be.All the sharp edges and hidden weapons there to make him unstoppable, to make him an assassin beyond human, useless.
Genji wondered how long it would take them to find the shell of his body. If they would ever find it. Nothing Dr. Ziegler could do to revive him again, even with all her talent.
Genji liked that thought.
Liked the idea of falling, falling, weightless as he had felt lying on the tatami beneath his brother’s sword. Consciousness drifting in those precious few moments before darkness, stretched thin, everything going fuzzy and muted. Knowing there was nothing but darkness waiting when that last stroke fell, when the water swallowed him whole and never let go. Genji had faced death before. Had been terrified and confused and betrayed.
It was not so frightening now that he craved it. Now that he knew what it felt like. Now that it was on his own terms.
The sea was loud. Genji’s mind was quiet.
He leaned forward, and the sound of boots clicking broke the numbing silence ringing in his ears.
“Oh, it’s you. Shimada, ain’t it?”
Genji blinked a few times, inhaling deep and slow, as if he had just been pulled from a dream. Jesse McCree walked right over to the edge of the cliff, stopping next to him and looking over the edge, hands resting on his gaudy belt. He whistled, a short, descending sound.
“That’s one helluva drop, huh? Never much cared for the ocean myself, but I can’t complain about the view. Didn’t think anyone else would find my lil’ spot here,” he chatted, dropping to sit with his feet dangling over the edge of the cliff. Careless. Genji stared at him. Watched him pull something from the back of his pants, tucked into the waistline. A flask.
“Commander doesn’t want us drinkin’ while we’re on base, so I come out here whenever we’re stationed at this Watchpoint and have a smoke, too. Sunsets are always pretty and it smells good.”
Genji did not know McCree had been stationed in Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Had not had much time with him outside of when he had come into the medical ward with Commander Reyes to see his cybernetics progress and the occasional Blackwatch training after he had been approved for it months later. He knew McCree was boisterous and friendly, but also one of the sharpest shots they had and a deadly opponent, the title of the commander’s right-hand man well earned. That was about all.
Yet, McCree acted so familiar. He patted the patch of dirt next to him as he took a swig from the flask.
“Didn’t think of you as someone who also enjoyed watchin’ the sunsets, but hey, I like it.”
Genji did not know what came over him. He sat down slowly, like he had just started his physical therapy with his prosthetics all over again. The movements stilted and unsure. McCree had his brows raised. Surprise in his eyes before he tilted his head to one side and shrugged a shoulder to himself. Not expecting Genji to do what he did. Genji had not expected it either. He folded his hands in his lap, legs crossed. They both looked out at the sea for a long few moments. Then, McCree offered his flask.
“Not sure if you can drink this, but you’re welcome to it. Might warm you up some.”
Genji had not felt the chill of the wind coming off the water until McCree mentioned it. His brows furrowed, human hand flexing.
“I cannot drink anything,” he finally replied, voice not but a murmur. He did not like hearing it. The synthetic tone and warping from a brand new jaw and windpipe foreign and disturbing. A stranger’s voice. Not human.
“Well I’ll be damned, he does talk! You gonna be coming back to Rome with us?” McCree asked, Genji raising a brow.
“Us?”
“Blackwatch. Commander told me you’d be spendin’ more time with us now that most of your cybernetics and whatnot are finished.”
“They have not told me anything,” Genji shrugged. They never did. He was always told where he needed to be and would be brought there, no explanation, no warning. Just another pawn, another weapon, now in someone else’s hands.
“If you do, that means I get to see more of you around. That’ll be nice. Get to know you good and proper, train more and might even get some missions together.”
It sounded sincere. McCree truly sounded like he meant those words. Genji did not understand how, or why. They were just sitting there, having what could hardly be called a conversation. Still, McCree gave him a half-grin that was a lot more charming than it should have been, and the ringing in his ears softened. The sea no longer sounded so deafening.
Genji nodded once, turning his gaze back out to the water.
“Perhaps we will.”
It was quiet between them again, though, it was not the strained kind that Genji was so used to he hardly noticed anymore. He looked at the dirt beneath his legs, the small tufts of grass managing to fight their way through the rocks and grow through the cracks. Tugged absently at the valiant blades, their browning colour making them tough beneath his fingertips. Dying.
“I know we haven’t been able to talk much before this, but I’m glad I found you up here. It’s nice havin’ company. And I like the sound of your voice. It’s pretty,” McCree suddenly spoke up, Genji blinking.
He did not turn to look at McCree, but the urge was only just barely resisted. Instead, he looked at the churning waters beneath him, the way they lapped at the rocks and crashed against the cliff. Moved his gaze up, watched the way the sunset bounced off the rippling sea, then higher still to the hues of pink and orange and purple reflecting on the wispy clouds above them.
McCree had said the sunset was pretty. Said his voice was pretty. Genji wondered if he remembered saying that, if he had meant to compare the two.
“I think I’m going to turn in. Guess I’ll see you around again soon?”
Genji did look at McCree then, the sunset shining golden on a soft freckled face and a patient, open gaze with a honeyed glow, and he nodded again.
“Yes.”
He hoped so. Did not say it, but McCree smiled nonetheless and stood up with a grunt, hands going to his hips as he looked out at their view one last time.
“Well alrighty then. I’ll be lookin’ forward to it.”
Genji watched him leave the way he came, then stood and felt the wind sweep up the cliff and prickle what little of his face was showing with a salted mist. Felt the chill on his arm, the sun fading below the horizon. Listened to the waves, crashing and receding. Genji turned and followed McCree back inside.
The sea was loud, but Genji could ignore its call for one more night.
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“Are you a gambling man, Will?”
Will blinked. “I’ve never had the time or means.”
“You have both now,” Hannibal spread a palm at his side, a strangely welcoming gesture. “You seek independence from an Alpha, but the opportunities only a bond could provide, correct?”
Will nodded slowly, eyes narrowing as he flicked them between the doctor’s own.
“I seek a companion with whom to build a life and family, going forward.”
Will shook his head slowly. “I don’t follow.”
Will is an Omega who desires independence, freedom, and the opportunity to be anything but a barefoot-pup-bearing simpering thing. Hannibal is an Alpha who finds his mind curious.
They make a deal: if Will can convince Hannibal before his next heat that he is worth more than breeding stock, and can go through his heat without begging for his Alpha, Hannibal will not mate him, but make him a ward instead; Will could go to college, get a job, do anything he wanted.
If not, then he will be Hannibal's mate, bear pups, and accept his role.
But is it really as simple as that?
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Hannibal was a man of simple tastes, and while such things as erotic pet play piqued his interest, he’d asked for the man to shave, to dress well, and to come as exactly who he was: a beautiful man for hire.
Hannibal doesn't want to sleep with people he knows - because someone always gets attached.
Will enjoys his work - because he doesn't have to get attached.
A perfect pair, or a perfect storm?
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Last two Patch Portraits from the request list featuring PunchWeasel and WhiskeyWrites from /Zootrash/.
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Whisky creator Gordon & MacPhail releases rare Coleburn single malt in Spring Collection
Whisky creator Gordon & MacPhail releases rare Coleburn single malt in Spring Collection #ad
One of the highlights of the Spring Collection is the Gordon & MacPhail 1981 from Coleburn Distillery which is the latest edition to the ‘Private Collection’ range.
This exceptional whisky has been maturing in the company’s specially selected cask at its warehouse in Elgin for 38 years. Spirit from Coleburn Distillery – mothballed in 1985 – was traditionally used in blending but Gordon & MacPhail carefully matched the spirit with a refill Sherry hogshead to create this extraordinary and very rare single malt.
Only 101 bottles will be available for purchase worldwide, representative of the unique nature of all ‘Private Collection’ releases.
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Proof of Life.
I know I occasionally pop up here. But just a reminder I mostly post from Instagram now. @whiskeywrites on there.
But also, hey, how ya doin? Send some questions and I’ll give you some answers or just say hey!
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Love Online and in The Air - Part 1
{A Slider x Whiskey AU} | { Slider x Whiskey Masterlist }
There was nothing Jade enjoyed more than sleepy cuddles with little Grace on Saturday mornings. Today was no exception. Although, eventually they would have to get up to go to the Air Show.
Grace had recently started showing an interest in the Blue Angels. Jade didn’t blame her. The maneuvers were something amazing. Maybe in another life she could have been a Naval aviator.
Jade gets up without waking Grace and goes to brush her teeth and wash her face. Once ready, she heads to the kitchen to start making some coffee. As the coffee is brewing, she starts preparing Grace’s breakfast.
Jade then goes to wake up Grace so they can change. “Wake up princess. We’re going to the air show today.” Grace burrows deeper into the blankets. “We’re going to have ice cream and cake for breakfast.”
Grace sits up immediately but the sleep is still written in her face. “I wuv ice cweam cake… But I wuv you more mama,” she says as she lifts her arms up to be picked up.
Jade happily obliges and snuggles Grace. “Did you want to wear your blue or olive overalls?”
“Mmm. Bue. Like the Bue Angels.”
“Alright. Here’s your clothes little lady,” Jade tells Grace and she starts getting ready herself.
Although Grace was still young, Jade knew she liked having her own small measure of independence when it came to dressing. There were still times Grace needed help, but more often than not, she would do a wonderful job getting herself dressed.
“Okay. I ready mama,” Grace says coming out. “Oh no!”
“What happened princess?”
“I don’t have my purse!”
“You can borrow mine. The clear one with daisies.”
“Mmm. Otay!”
Jade picks up Grace just to hug her before they have breakfast. “I love you so much my princess.”
Grace squeezes Jade’s cheeks. “I lob you too, mama.”
Jade laughs at Grace squeezing her cheeks. “You like doing that, don’t you?”
Grace just nods and giggles.
The two of them finish their breakfast and eventually make their way to the air show. Immediately, they are overwhelmed by how many people are there. Jade makes sure to keep a tight hold on Grace as they move with the crowd. Grace points to an empty spot on a nearby small hill where they can sit and watch the air show.
Once they’re seated, Grace sips her water and turns to Jade. “Mama… Why don’t I have a papa?”
Jade was surprised at the sudden question. “Why do you ask?”
“‘Cuz I wanna know. Some of my pre-k fwiends say I never had a papa or that I’m a robot.”
Jade’s heart breaks for her little girl. “Come here sweetheart,” she says gesturing for Grace to sit closer. “You do have a papa. I wanted him to be part of your life… But…” Jade stops and sighs, wondering how she’ll tell Grace the truth without hurting her.
She looked out to the crowd for a moment before looking back at Grace. “He was scared and not ready to be a dad. He still is.”
“Oh… But I not scawy…” Grace reasons.
Jade chuckles. “Oh baby. You’re the most perfect little girl I could call mine.”
Unaware to them, another pair of ears was listening. The little girl ran to her own parents who were getting ready to be in the air show.
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That Pretty Face:
Inspired by art done by a good pal, they always draw the Blackwatch boys for me and it keeps my sanity.
It had been weeks. Weeks and weeks and Jesse had not truly thought about him since they had picked him up in pieces back in Hanamura. He had been busy. Mind occupied with other things. Genji Shimada was not the only thing being built from the ground up again.
Red eyes, silver metal covering most of his face, white and black synth skin. The Blackwatch insignia on his chest, outlined in glowing crimson. He looked angry. He looked resigned. Jesse didn’t blame him.
"Your life in return for your services". Jesse had heard the story, knew the drill. He’d had the same talk.
Death or Blackwatch. They were basically the same thing.
It had been weeks. Weeks and weeks and Jesse had not truly thought about him since they had picked him up in pieces back in Hanamura. He had been busy. Mind occupied with other things. Genji Shimada was not the only thing being built from the ground up again.
Guard duty was taking up his time now. Protecting Dr. Liao while she worked tirelessly on the AI that would, as she said, save the world where she could not. Jesse had seen enough of the world to know it could not be saved, but he was not about to tell her that. This was her life’s work, and who was he to dissuade a little bit of good in a world so riddled with evil. A world where people murdered their brothers in cold blood, left them shattered, left them for dead.
Just a few perks of the job.
The only reason Genji Shimada was back on his radar was because he was standing with them for training. Red eyes, silver metal covering most of his face, white and black synth skin. The Blackwatch insignia on his chest, outlined in glowing crimson. He looked angry. He looked resigned. Jesse didn’t blame him.
Your life in return for your services. Jesse had heard the story, knew the drill. He’d had the same talk. Death or Blackwatch. They were basically the same thing.
He was a cyborg now, wires hanging off the back of his head and whirring with each movement. The only parts of him that were obviously human being his left arm and what little of his face was still showing. Even that was mutilated with scars and marred by tubing. But he was a sight to behold when training. Fast, unbelievably agile. Ruthless. Violent. Every movement calculated and striking to kill.
It was beautiful, in a terrible sense. Clearly, Genji was skilled, but clearly, he was also unhinged. Pushing his body to the breaking point, steam coming up from odd places and eyes gaining dark circles as he overworked the human parts past their limits.
The weeks passed like that, training and missions going the same way. Genji liked to rip things apart. Genji liked to rip himself apart. Coming back with sparking wires sticking out of his arm and chest, blood that was too dark and glistening dribbling from holes in his armour. Covered in it. Some of it was his. Most of it wasn’t.
Jesse was generally assigned to missions with him, and generally they went well. Genji was quiet, the comms hardly ever going off on his end besides to give a general warning or a check in. He knew Jesse’s name, though, which surprised him the first time he used it. They had been caught in a crossfire, Talon ambushing their escape route and bringing in a sniper. Jesse had heard her rifle winding up, saw the laser sight flash to his chest. A single spot of red.
“She’s on you, McCree!” Genji had called, voice sharp and accented. Concerned, even. And then, of course, he had been shot. The bullet was armour piercing, but he had managed to move out of the way enough for it to not hit anything vital. Something he could survive, something Dr. Deorain had healed fairly quickly on the ride back to base. Genji had watched her work on him for a while, gaze boring into Jesse every time he looked up at the ninja.
For the first time, he wondered what was under that mask. If anything even was under the mask.
His eyes were expressive. They were pretty, all long lashes and dark intensity. They could be soft, at times. It was rare, but it happened. Mostly when Genji thought no one was looking, when he thought no one would notice the human parts of him anymore. Jesse did. But he did not let on just yet. They were not quite close enough for that. He didn’t know if they ever could be. Not in this line of work, not with what they had to do and the promise of death at every corner, a mission always a hairsbreadth away from going in the wrong direction, a bullet always missing them by the skin of their teeth.
Jesse loved it.
Jesse hated it.
Genji did too, he had learned, was born and bred for it. Made for it when he was born a second time, unable to escape the fate of a warrior, an assassin. Jesse wondered if he was bothered by that. The fact that his life was nothing but war and blood and death. Had asked him about it when they were stuck in the med bay together, drugs in his system making his lips looser than they already were.
Surprisingly, Genji had answered.
No, I am not bothered by it. I grew up knowing it was my fate, my duty. But I do resent it, and what it has done to me. What I have lost and had stolen away from me.
Jesse had listened raptly, the sound of Genji’s voice soothing in a way. Robotic, accented. Soft. His eyes were soft in that moment too. Lost in memory, perhaps. Jesse did not look too far into it.
Genji had gone quiet again after that, shifting where he could with the wires attached to his neck linked up to a computer behind him, something pumping modified biotics into the tubes in his arms, on the ports of his stomach. Uncomfortable, but not because of everything he was hooked up to.
I don’t know if I quite understand your situation, but never bein’ a normal kid? I get that. Nothin’ was ever normal for us except a weapon in hand and aimin’ it at someone else. Bein’ told to shoot. I guess in the grand scheme of it all, makes us no better than the bad guys, huh?
Genji looked back at him, assessing for a long moment.
We are not bad, we are just doing what we have to in order to survive. Kill or be killed. Join us or die.
I wish it wasn’t like that.
Another long moment passed, Genji gripping the edge of the examination table, eyes downcast.
Me too.
It was a long time before they spoke like that again. Missions kept them busy, and then training when they were not scheduled for them, Jesse occasionally going to meetings with Reyes while Genji went to the med bay with Dr. Ziegler to continue his modifications. They would pass one another in the halls. Jesse gave a tip of his hat and then added a wink until Genji finally began to acknowledge him back with a slight nod or raise of his brows. He liked to imagine there was at least a bemused smile under that faceplate when his eyes scrunched just a bit. Maybe.
They sparred together, started to train together after Reyes saw how well they worked as a team. Genji was good at quick, agile attacks up close while Jesse took on the long distance and range targets. Genji protected Jesse, and Jesse protected Genji in return. They got closer. Near death calls tended to do that to folks.
Genji talked to him more. Jesse told him stories and would get a few in return on the rooftops where the air was crisp and the sky was clear. Genji tried on his hat. Genji laughed. Just a small, quiet chuckle, but it left Jesse staring for a little too long. Genji noticed, Jesse tried to pretend his red cheeks were attributed to the cold as he snatched his hat back and drew it low over his eyes. He did not see the way Genji’s had softened again.
The next morning had them sitting in an airship, waiting to be dropped into a volatile zone overrun by null sector forces. They started out okay, but slowly, everyone got tired. They were only human, they made mistakes, slipped up. Null sector did not.
Genji did not.
Jesse was shouting into the comms for evac after he had to watch their third agent get shot down by a bastion unit, gunfire and static the only thing he was hearing in return. Jammed signals, bad luck. He dragged the corpse of a friend behind a building and had to leave it there, or they would all be one by the end of the day.
“We gotta get to higher ground where these things can’t jam our comms!” he called, Genji turning to him and nodding once before taking off towards the highest building. Jesse did not need an explanation, not between them. He motioned to what was left of their drop team.
“Move outta this hot spot! Stay behind cover, don’t leave one another’s backs unguarded. Get down that alleyway and take the first left, it’ll take you behind that main square, got it? We can find a place to hide out there, there’s just too many of these damn things here when we don’t have a shield!”
Jesse ordered, wishing not for the first time that he had someone like Reinhardt with him. Or at least a fully outfitted team like Overwatch always sent in. That would have been nice.
As it was, they had to run, Jesse getting everyone accounted for that was left before following up on the rear, eyes peeled for any sight of Genji.
He turned, gun spinning in hand and resting at his side as he counted the omnics marching towards him. Fifteen. He could do it. Six shots went of in tandem, six perfect bullet holes steaming through the first line of omnics. Jesse reloaded and did it again. Finished off the last two and ran down the alleyway, catching up with the rest of his team, ignoring the throbbing starting up behind his eyes.
“Bought us a little time. Come on, keep movin’.”
“McCree, we need more medical personnel,” Martinez urged, setting an agent down against the wall.
“Where’d Frazier go?”
“Dead.”
“Dammit.”
“There’s too many wounded right now if we need to make a quick getaway. Did Shimada not make it...?”
“Nah, he’s callin’ in evac for us. Stay here and do your best to patch everyone up, can you do that for me?”
Martinez nodded shakily, pulling out her med kit and going to the worst of the wounded in the group. Jesse made to check on the others, then saw a flash of red above them in his periphery. Genji landed in front of him not a moment later, the sound heavy, blood dripping down his shoulder. He did not seem to notice.
“It was all static, but I was able to find what was jamming them,” he reported, pointing to a building further into the hot spot. “I can get in there and take it out.”
“You ain’t goin’ back in there alone, that’s not how we do things around here. I’ll go with you.”
“I don’t need you slowing me down,” Genji bit out.
“How about we not think about it like that and instead say, ‘wow, thanks McCree for havin’ my back for me in case I get in over my head like I always do’, yeah?”
“I can do this by myself, you will only get hurt following me!”
“And what happens if you get hurt alone and then we all get killed ‘cause you couldn’t stand havin’ to take help from someone?!”
“Hey, boys, how about instead of arguing about it, you both hurry up and get us out of here. McCree’s right about one thing; if we don’t get out of here soon, we’re all toast, alright? We have people dying!” Martinez interrupted, glaring at the two of them as Jesse sighed.
“Come on,” he grumbled, moving in the direction of the building Genji had pointed out. Genji fell in stride with him after a moment, eyes shifting to him. Crimson narrowed darkly.
“If you die, I won’t let you rest peacefully.”
Jesse snorted, gaining a devilish grin.
“Darlin’, I ain’t ever planned on anythin’ but another spot deep in Hell when I die. Peace wasn’t even on the radar.”
Genji did not offer him a reply, simply quickened his pace and took off, leaving Jesse to follow behind with a sharp eye. They slipped past the rows of null sector stationed in the plaza in front of the building quietly, Genji motioning to a window just outside of their surveillance. He climbed into it, leaning over the edge with a hand outstretched. Jesse took it. Hauled himself inside and took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Genji waited. Static was running through the comms this close to the jammer, giving Jesse a headache. It was a large structure, pulses of blue light that shimmered leaving it in intervals.
“Damn...How’re we gonna take that thing out?”
“A detonator,” Genji offered, Jesse frowning.
“You wanna lure one of them in here?”
“It’s the best option we have. I cannot get near that thing, it interferes with my cybernetics.”
“And you were plannin’ on doin’ this alone?”
Genji merely glared, then pointed again. “There are three posted just outside the entrance. It should not be hard getting them inside.”
“But this signal will jam them too, right?”
“Not if we move them manually.”
Jesse stared at the ninja, sitting back on his thighs and pushing his hat up as he faced him fully.
“Lemme get this straight. You wanna shove one of them in here, somehow push them close enough to the jammer so that when they explode, it takes it out, all the while not letting the massive amount of null sector troopers out front know that we’re here?”
“Well, actually, I was thinking we let null sector do it for us. They have more fire power than we do, and if we stay behind the detonator, they will shoot it. They are programmed to neutralize enemies, no matter what is in front of them. We can take advantage of that.”
Jesse blinked. Frowned and ran a hand over his beard, chewing on his lip.
“Is it bad that I think that might actually somehow work?”
“Only if we do it right.”
“Alright. Alright, yeah. Let’s go.”
It took some finagling. Genji’s steps were stuttering as if his limbs were not synching with the rest of him when he got too close to the jammer. It was just the two of them. Jesse was sweating. But they got the detonator inside the door, and it was hell unleashed as soon as they did. Genji knocked it in with a kick, Jesse shooting at the null sector omnics running in after him.
“Go! Get behind it now!” he shouted, Jesse ducking towards the jammer. Genji deflected, stumbled, found his feet again. It was close. A lot of cover fire from Jesse’s end needed just to get him behind a wall. He was shaking his head, blinking hard. They needed to get out of there.
Jesse was taking most of the attention from the null sector troops, staying just close enough to the detonator to ensure it was being pushed towards the jammer. And it was working. The detonator’s armour was falling, bright, fiery oranges and reds being revealed, the whole thing starting to shake. Jesse ran from it, back towards the window they entered through.
“Genji! Come on, it’s gonna blow any second!”
Genji looked up, eyes widening a bit, the red in them flickering. He tried to take a step, flesh hand going to his head when his leg buckled.
“Shit...” Jesse muttered, glancing at the detonator. He had time. He could make it. Peacekeeper sang as he ran. Ran for his life, ran to Genji. There was another window by him, they could go out that way. It lasted a lifetime. It lasted a second. Jesse grabbed Genji when he got to him, tugging him back up to stand.
“Come on! Just focus for me a little longer, alright? I need you to get up to that window and help me up, okay?”
“O-okay.”
The stutter was not intentional, Genji’s voice sounding more robotic than usual. Voicebox glitching. He blinked some more, then climbed the wall, reaching down for Jesse. His hand was taken, and they jumped from the window. Jesse jumped from the window.
Genji was not behind him.
“Genji? Genji!”
The detonator went off. Rubble flying, chunks of concrete, dust, fire. Jesse was blown back, arms up to cover his face. He felt debris hit him, his armour bending and cracking. Hit the ground and curled up, covering his head, eyes squeezed shut. When the rumbling stopped and the world was no longer shattering, Jesse finally glanced up. Ears ringing, dust in his lungs. He picked up his hat, blinking hard, coughing. Shook his head and ran into the rubble, calling for Genji but not hearing himself say it. Sound slowly started to come back to him, though, it was eerily quiet. Just the crackling of flames and debris falling.
“Genji! Come on, Shimada, where are you?!”
Jesse paused when he saw Genji’s sword laying toward the centre of the blast and he ran to it. Stumbled a bit, grabbed it from the ground. And there was Genji, lying just ahead of it, cybernetics sparking, blood running off his arm. From his nose. From his lips.
Jesse stared.
Genji’s faceplate was nowhere to be seen, scars littering his cheeks and around where synthetic met human. The bottom half of his jaw was black synthskin and mesh. A bruise was forming around one eye, cuts above it bleeding down his temple. With his eyes closed like this, he could almost be sleeping. Jesse stepped closer, kneeling beside him. Rolled him over and tilted his chin to the side, shaking him gently.
Pretty. Gods, he was so pretty.
“Genji? Hey, come on, do me one last favour and don’t be dead...Come on, bud...”
Genji’s eyelids fluttered, taking a shuddering breath in.
“Oh thank god. Alright, alright I got’cha. I’ll get us outta here.”
Jesse took his arm and hauled him over his shoulders, grabbing his katana once more and standing. Genji was heavier than he looked deadweight. Limp.
“You’ll be alright, we just gotta get back to the team, okay? Just hold on.”
Jesse did not even notice his limp until he was back in the alleyway, ducking behind cover and keeping one arm over Genji’s legs so he would not fall. Eyes peeled for any sign of danger. Three detonators going off all at once, destroying a building and the jammer within it was bound to draw in swarms of null sector. They needed to get out, and fast. Jesse tapped his comm.
“This is Agent McCree callin’ for immediate evac to Blackwatch team A-1207. We got lots of wounded and this place is about to get real hot. Does anyone copy?” Static was his only answer. Genji groaned softly, Jesse glancing at him.
Head hanging just off his shoulder. So close Jesse could see the veins under his eyes, the way his cuts were beginning to tack up. How long his lashes were, the little white scars by his temple that looked too old to be something he got from his brother or the cybernetics. Jesse’s comm crackled, drawing his focus back to the present.
“McCree, this is Fio, I copy. Commander sent me in to pick you all up when comms went down, said it was too risky leaving you like that. Been having to fight my way around null sector’s anti-aircraft weapons. I’ve got your coordinates, ETA five minutes.”
“Fio! You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice, sweetheart,” Jesse laughed breathlessly, Fio giving a chuckle back.
“Glad to hear you’re not dead, cowboy.”
“Don’t jinx me, now, I still got five minutes to survive.”
“I think you’ll manage. Hang in there.”
Jesse grinned, making it back to the team and setting Genji down gently. Something felt off about letting anyone else see his face, though, so he wrapped his scarf around Genji’s shoulders and neck, his head hanging down into it and covering what normally was hidden. It felt like a violation of privacy, in an odd way. Jesse didn’t think Genji would have wanted to be seen by anyone, not even him.
Fio landed on time as promised, taking what was left of the team back to base. Jesse’s body was beginning to hurt, adrenaline wearing off and leaving him exhausted and throbbing. His foot was messed up, and his shoulder. His armour was torn in some places, but it had done its job for the most part. Bruises were all he would be left with instead of bullet holes and a punctured lung. His nose was bleeding. It took Martinez coming over to him to tilt his head back and press some gauze beneath it for him to notice.
Jesse was too busy looking at Genji to notice much else.
He was patched up, made Martinez move on to someone else after insisting he was alright, that everything else could wait until they got back to the med bay. The ride home was long, and Jesse slept through most of it.
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His scarf was returned folded neatly, Genji presenting it to him without a word. His faceplate was back, eyes shifting to look at anything but Jesse. Jesse, who grinned and took it back, leaning against the doorframe when Genji did not immediately run off.
“Lookin’ all shiny and new there, bud. Good to see you up and movin’ again. You saved us back there with that idea of yours, you know.”
Genji stood there for a moment, nodding after another.
“I could not have done it alone. I know I said otherwise, but. I needed you there.”
Jesse tisked and waved his hand goodnaturedly.
“Aw, shucks. Makin’ me feel all special now.”
“Do not get used to it,” Genji huffed, his eyes crinkling just a bit. Jesse could imagine a smile on his face now. How good it would look, how pretty he would be with it.
“But thank you. For pulling me out of there. And for that,” Genji motioned to the scarf, arms settling across his chest.
“Anytime. We’re a team, yeah? I got your back when you need me, alright?” Jesse hesitated only a moment, reaching out and placing a hand on Genji’s bicep, squeezing lightly before letting go.
Genji watched his hand drop. Eyes flicking up to his, stance shifting. He set his shoulders and nodded.
“Alright.”
“I’ll see you at trainin’, then.”
“Yes, see you then.”
Jesse slipped back into his room when Genji turned to leave. Ran a hand over the scarf. Set it on the foot of his bed and went to finish typing up a report, Genji on his mind. Jesse smiled.
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“I want you.” Will told him, laughing as he said it, tugging Hannibal’s lapels, tilting his head higher for him to nuzzle under Will’s chin. “I want everything with you.”
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“That was very good, Will,” Hannibal murmured, and Will shivered at the praise like he hadn’t ever before. He could feel Hannibal’s voice all the way through his bones. “Now, do it again.”
Will is a petulant teenager who absolutely does not want to learn to play piano. Hannibal is going to teach him.
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Judy’s Quest
A TT submission! Todays theme was ZASA (NASA). Rehashing an oldie but a goodie from last year along with some updated spacesuits and also WhiskeyWrites still owes me a story of these two starseekers for drawing his OC last year!
Accompanying Music;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvEJ_DYTHKk
I also came up with a better idea for this theme which I need to draw later on.
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