#where Hanzo is getting shit on by everyone and to fix it

[wandering-koyote]

Im using this chance to scream about my mortal kombat hot take that turned into a rlly long ramble (only loosely related bc its about two normal humans lol):

Everyone says Cassie and Jacqui shouldn't have been in MK11, since Cas has had the main character spotlight in MKX and Jacqui has the personality of cardboard, while Takeda/Jin are more interesting. HOWEVER I actually think they deserved to be in the game 500% more, but that Netherrealm completely fumbled them. Jacqui more than Cassie, like horribly so.

Both really need something 'unique' about them, and MK11 was that chance, but instead Jacqui is just. A plot device really. She only exists to support other character arcs and be a borderline macguffin for Jax to have motivation- her own damn tower ending is her dying to further someone else's life. MK11 should've given Jacqui something to define herself a bit more in the story! Some kind of plot!! Cassie's story is sorta interesting, but Sonya coming back kinda dulls the impact of Sonya, yknow, dying. Hanzo's death is more impactful since his character arc was just wiped, Sonya doesn't get that. The whole "you're my mom who just died but not yet because you're from the past and im really conflicted about this" angle was, as my dad who watched me play said, "really fucked up" (in a good way imo), but they really only confined that to one scene. If you're gonna go at that angle, put ur whole pussy into it babe!!!

Takeda/Jin have more than enough to separate themselves from their parents, so yeah Cassie and Jacqui really needed an extra game to grow. Unfortunately they didn't, they're just kinda static. So im delving into personal story ideas!

Cassie would've really benefitted from gifted kid syndrome- girl just killed a god and saved the world, mk11 shouldve rlly leaned into the idea that shes pulling herself apart to try and keep being the main character. Kid of Johnny and Sonya, god killer?? Make that shit keep her up at night. Make her take charge in every situation where the older characters aren't there, make her self sacrificial, make her want to be the hero not because she wants that fame again, but because earthrealm is notorious for crumbling without someone to protect it and she cant bear to have anyone else shoulder that weight. She did it once, she can take it again. Then make Sonya die doing exactly what Cassie's doing, sacrificing herself for the mission and for Earthrealm.

Then she comes back, younger and a little less hardened. I think it's infinitely better if we flip the whole "ur my mother" thing- make Sonya conflicted that this is her child who is writhing in agony over her mother's death and Sonya isn't sure what shes meant to do. Everything screams to go and comfort her- its her DAUGHTER for crying out loud, but how would Cassie react? Would it only make things worse? What the HELL did her future self do to make Cassie look at her with such mixed emotions? It's mentioned a few times that present Sonya valued work heavily over her family, and that it got worse and worse over time, so i think it should culminate in a scene where Sonya from the past tells Cassie that her future self was wrong- the mission isnt everything, and she has family she needs to look out for. I think it'd mirror the Johnny's well too, since old Johnny literally beat the shit out of younger Johnny because he refused to take his (future) family seriously.

Jacqui on the other hand? She just needs her own damn arc. Keep Jax becoming a bad guy, thats fine imo, but touch on the mother's death and Jacqui's feelings about it. Her damn MOTHER died and the story is completely "ohhh jax became a bAD GUY ABOUT THIS" and I don't even think Jacqui gets to like, I dont even think her death is mentioned around Jacqui at all. I think just adding a few scenes between present Jax and Jacqui would fix a lot. Have the two not talk since her death; Jacqui really wants to talk about it, acknowledge what happened and try and heal, while Jax is ignoring her attempts and distancing himself (depression) and simultaneously trying to protect Jacqui. Replace the Kronika and Jax scene with a scene of the two in a fight, Jax trying to tell Jacqui to leave the military and dodging any conversation about how badly theyre both hurting, while Jacqui is pissed that he's shutting himself off and is basically regressing her into a child as a way to cope. Jacqui leaves in a huff, and Jax alone going "please, i just want to protect my little girl", queue the clicking of the grandfather clock stopping the tears freezing midair. Dont even show us the conversation, just hard cut away- the fight tells us everything we need to know about why Jax is doing what hes doing. I think that ALONE would help with Jacqui a lot (we've acknowledged she has feelings about her mom's death and that she has a conflict with her dad going on now), but going further you might be able to replace the cassie/raiden scene with JACQUI instead. Have Jacqui be upset that Jax is so deep in grief that hes joined the bad guys, and that she cant even tell what type of person her father is anymore. Is he the father that pushed her on the swing when she squeeled 'higher!', who hugged her so gently with his metal arms, or is he the man he is now, joining with criminals and thieves and murderers in the name of her 'protection'? Is that who he's always been? Have Raiden tell her that it doesnt matter who her father is, but who SHE is. Is she the type of person who give up on her dad? Or will she look him in the eye and tell him "I love you despite everything" and fight to save him?

Jax and Jacqui should reconcile before the boat scene entirely so they can get a plot beat to just talk. Too much action for a pause in the boat scene. My timeline of events is iffy but maybe this can happen at the Tiara scene- iirc Cetrion LITERALLY threatens to kill Jacqui and Jax is STILL on Team Kronika after this. CMON. Have Jax switch sides and attack Cetrion when she tries killing Jacqui- Past Jax is a bit iffy to me as an addition to the scene, he doesnt rlly add anything. Have Jax snap out of everything at the realization that its not the military putting Jacqui in danger, its HIMSELF. Have him admit hes wrong, and the two finally get a moment to grief (even if briefly bc the world is dying again). Have Cetrion note this interaction too. Whens the last time her mother ever hugged her like that? When was the last time they grieved the loss of Father? Even MENTIONED Father? Is Kronika even her mother beyond just the name? Hot take but have Cetrion try and betray Kronika at the end of the plot because of this moment, and Kronika goes "lmao no" and absorbs her essence anyway.

VERY LONG ASK I KNOW BUT I NEED TO GET THIS IDEA OUT!!! It also adds a layer of theming around family and love, something thats vaguely there in MKX and MK11 but its like. Hidden and an afterthought. Jax protect Jacqui bc shes family. Cassie is grieving the death of a family member. The villian is the mother of two other villians and kills one and discards the other. Cassie and Jacqui deserve better thats my message im here all night folks

Yesss! The family themes need to hit hard! This is why I’m sad they rebooted when we could’ve had more familial growth, but maybe we’ll get it in the next few games 😭

I don’t have much input because I agree with so much (if only I could ring up NRS and get you hired)! BUT IM POSTING CUZ YOU COOKED FR FR AND NEED RECOGNITION 🔥🔥🔥

#mortal kombat #johnny cage #mortal kombat 11 #Cassie cage #jacqui briggs #jax briggs #sonya blade

[thepayloadisgay]

TBH I can whore Genji out to most people. He's just pretty good for that. Even his brother. And hey, if I ship Genzo, I can relate him to S76 because they almost got killed by their ex boyfriends, lmao. I do love Genzo, though, and I also have wanted to dig into how other people would react to Genji banging his own brother. Hm.

Oh man I had fun with this. Thank you so much anon sjsjhss. Just a handful of chars rn. Probably more to come.

Okay so. How I think some chars might react about finding out about Genji and Hanzo being together:

Moira: Out of most, she probably cares the least. Moira cares mostly about herself, her research, and where she can get the next fix of money and resources for it.

It's subtle, but Moira sees.

Touches that weren't there before. They linger. Long. A closeness she understands with her own little fuck and feel. You're in a strange sync. You move different around eachother. Less careful, more known.

Working with Genji in Blackwatch, she witnessed his instability, his impulsivity. What does she care or know about some self walked path of healing in Shambali. Moira knows what she's seen. What's there and can be unleashed.

Does that mean she thinks them being together is a product of instability, stupidity? Unlikely. For if Angela sunk a knife in her tomorrow, she'd sink one right back in with a kiss.

----

Angela: A love lost. She mourned. Maybe it was more than she thought, more than it should have been, so it couldn't.

Angela sometimes wondered if it was because she was wired into him. Her prints beneath his skin, remade.

But when she caught him kiss Hanzo like he used to kiss her. 3:57am. She remembers the time glowing Genji's green, burned on her eyes she didn't know why. No-one said anything. Hanzo stuttered. She could hear his pat pat of feet. A snap of Genji's wrist to stop.

But Hanzo unmade him. She fixed his murder. The pieces he broke, ripped away with the teeth of his dragons, seared from the scales-

It was then she realised what bothered her more was the fact it wasn't her anymore, rather than it was his own brother.

Things pass. Things change. Your ex fucks his brother.

"Are you happy Genji?" days later.

He didn't know how to say that he felt he found something that was missing with Hanzo. Like his brother had held the pieces of himself he'd torn, and with every touch kiss fuck placing them back to whole. He didn't know how to say he's a piece of Hanzo. He's the blood on his tongue. The sinew under his skin. The last breath he'll take. And who will close his eyes.

So he said yes.

----

Reaper: He liked Genji, really. Confident, brassy, beautiful little shit. Snapping that blade around like it was art.

And the least of Reaper's cares really, were everyone's personal lives. But catching your old friend knees spread ontop of their brother was new, he guessed.

No skin off his nose. Whatever was left.

So he ignored it, like any normal (abnormal) person would do. It seemed to keep them both in check. New boy Hanzo frowned less, slept more. Genji talked more, less preachy.

But there was one thing.

"I don't think I could shack up with someone who pretty much murdered me."

It gave Genji pause. Then almost a laugh.

"Oh. Just someone you pretty much tried to murder instead?"

Reaper sipped his coffee.

----

Zenyatta: There was something different about Genji.

They were reunited after too long, and this time Genji had someone for him to meet. Hanzo.

He knew Genji's energy could be boundless. That he needed an outlet or six. That he focused so much on one thing he couldn't let go, obsessiveness a curse. That he masked pain so well.

Too well, sometimes.

A leaden blur sanded his edges for so long. Time at the monastery, meditation, talk helped. But there was a plateau, and it began to stick again.

Now, it began to lift.

And looking at Hanzo, sitting close enough knees touched, a flyaway touch on his shoulder, a shared secret, smile, Zenyatta could see why.

Finding peace with the thing that broke you, is one thing.

Love with it again, another.

But he wondered if Genji had ever really relinquished that love, and it had just compacted beneath the weight of agony and change.

"Shall I set up another bed in your room, Genji?" Asks Zenyatta as they sit on the roof of the monastery, listening to quiet chatter below.

Genji raises a brow.

"For Hanzo." He stares ahead.

Genji tries to speak, but just chews the side of his finger.

"Top and tail it is, then."

Genji knows there's a smile, and just nudges his master's shoulder. "Doesn't bother you?"

"What bothers me is your unhappiness, disquiet." A pause. "That is all."

#genji shimada #hanzo shimada #shimadacest #genzo #genhan #ask des #des writes #heueheue these were fun to write #i know theyre mostly positive but i wanted to write these first #some negatives later #zenyatta #reaper #gabriel reyes #moira o'deorain #angela ziegler

[overdrivels]

Free as a bird

“How’d a guy like you get a name like ‘Sparrow’ anyways?” 

The question doesn’t come as a surprise to Genji, especially not after the latest fight he had with his brother. The memory of the fight is not as raw as he anticipated. It’s almost laughable now. 

In just ten years Genji nearly forgot just how childish Hanzo could be sometimes. No, he never forgot--he just never noticed it in the first place, too focused on living his life and getting away from the stifling control of his family. 

Hanzo has always been like that, getting hung up over the stupidest things like the perceived favoritism in the form of a single word. Sometimes he can't believe he had such anger toward someone as petty as his brother. (Though anyone would be angry at nearly losing their life.) 

Genji turns away from McCree, staring out past the balcony of the seedy hotel. 

Yes, the same type of seedy hotels that Genji would have found himself getting dragged out of by his angry brother. 

Going back home is always a bit of a spectacle. The morning would still be gray and the streets filled with the elderly and people who have to walk their dogs or other pets in the morning. Very few people dare look the racoon-eyed Hanzo in the face (especially if he had a fist curled in Genji's shirt collar--if he was lucky enough to have one on), subtly making way for the two Shimada heirs and the occasional guard who trails along, pretending to do their job. 

It’s a routine almost as old as his puberty. 

Genji would fuck off in the middle of the night after training, hanging out with whatever ‘friends’ were fearless enough to accompany the second Shimada heir to a club or bar or whatever he felt like doing that night. It would be near dawn before Hanzo would bust in, signalling the end of his fun. Genji never really knew how Hanzo found him--he was so sure to destroy any tracking devices he found on his belongings (sometimes dumping everything but his underwear and pants into the river all together, sometimes putting it on a stray dog or a bird, always checking and making sure his fun cannot end early). Genji chalked it up to ‘mysterious older brother senses’. Either way, Hanzo would drag him back home to their father. 

This time was no different than any other. 

The two of them stood in his father’s office, Hanzo at attention and Genji still yawning with his pants unbuttoned and Y-shirt crumpled from people grabbing at it. Without even a greeting, their father waved his hand at Hanzo in dismissal.

「You may go.」

Obediently, Hanzo bowed, taking his leave with a deep scowl. The grinding of his jaw echoed in the room and Genji could even swear he heard Hanzo’s fists tightening. Genji didn’t really care that his brother was annoyed or lacking sleep--it was Hanzo’s decision to come after him instead of sleeping. If only they’d leave him alone, maybe neither of them would have to suffer so much. 

The door shut quietly behind Hanzo, allowing silence to settle between Sojiro and his youngest son. 

Sojiro put both his arms into the sleeves of his happi.「Out late again, young dragon?」

Genji put his arms behind his heads and grinned despite the glare his father was giving him.

「You know it, old man.」

「What caught your fancy this time?」

「Hah. There was this great DJ playing over the net at the club owned by Yashiro. He looks like he’s twelve, but he’s good! He’s going to be big one day. 」

Genji rambled on and on about the club and DJ with reckless abandon. It wasn’t as though his father was curious about Genji’s night--he just wanted Genji to feel bad and say that he was ‘sorry for being irresponsible and he’ll be more prudent in the future’ or some bullshit. 

He held up a hand.「Genji. A dragon does not indulge in such frivolous activities or mingle so easily with...those people. When will you learn to be responsible?」

‘Those people’ was Sojiro-talk for ‘plebians’. He was still adamant that their blood was superior because they supposedly descended from ‘dragons’. It’s a well-practiced and well-learned speech that Genji has heard enough that he could probably recite it by heart and would probably find it carved into his gravestone if he happened to die before their father. (Not that he’ll let that happen.)

Rolling his eyes, he decided he no longer wanted to listen and put up a middle finger. "Kiss my ass, old man.”

One of his English speaking friends taught him that. A useful phrase if only for the imagery. Genji could feel a little proud of himself for rendering his father speechless. Sojiro’s eyes widened and breath deepened, a sure sign that he did not expect whatever Genji said. 

The swell of victory is accompanied by the song of birds outside the wooden window sill. 

A sparrow. Common in these parts. 

But Genji could see the light in his father's eyes. He curled a hand beneath his jaw, settling a little deeper into his seat and Genji almost wanted to roll his eyes. His father only ever did that when he thinks he's thought of something clever. (It's almost never clever and usually spelled out humiliation for many people.)

"...Sparrow."

Father never used English if he didn’t have to. Or any other language. Of course, he was perfectly fluent in English (and Mandarin, and Cantonese, and Korean, and Taiwanese, and a little bit of Tagalog, and at least four very different dialects of Japanese--all standard in this household), but he preferred to keep his cards close, skillfully showing one at a time when the situation calls for it. (Watching the blood drain out of the face of a rival gang's leader after Sojiro laughed at a snide comment delivered in Tohoku-dialect was extremely satisfying.)

‘Everything a Shimada does must be done with purpose’ is what his father taught him when he was young. His father calling him ‘Sparrow’ in English is no coincidence. 

「What, Father?」 Genji didn’t hesitate to throw the slight back. 「Forgetting how to use Japanese at your age? Unsightly.」

「Hmph.」 There was an amused twinkle to his father’s crinkled eyes. 「The words of foreigners are good enough for you, Sparrow. If you feel that you cannot be a dragon, then you are no better than a common bird.」In Genji’s ears, he only heard the sounds of a line being drawn. 

A sparrow is nimble. 

A sparrow is free. 

A sparrow can be crushed in one hand. 

Fine, if his father wanted to ridicule him with a word like ‘Sparrow’, then he shouldn't mind if Genji took one of his teacher's lessons to heart. 

The best way to disarm a weapon like that is to take it as his own and wear it as his armor. 

Sojiro called him ‘Sparrow’ at any chance he got. Genji wore the name with pride. 

‘I am my father’s cute, little sparrow.’ 

Not a fearsome, powerful dragon of legend, but a weak, common creature of insignificance. 

The imagery is powerful. 

Ever since the name became known, the notch between Hanzo's brows only grew deeper, the scowl almost permanent. It’s almost hilarious to see, and since Hanzo didn’t bother asking for an explanation, Genji never bothered clearing up the likely misunderstanding that was developing in Hanzo’s overactive mind. 

The name spread to the other employees within the Shimada’s employ. Without knowing the meaning behind it or the origin, they all parroted it, taking small pleasure in the seemingly cute nickname. Genji encouraged it, referring to himself as ‘Sparrow’ in place of his own name. 

It’s another thorn in his stern father’s side. 

Genji didn’t expect his father to put up with having his own jest thrown back in his face. He was always every bit proud of being ‘descendants of dragons’ as his brother was. 

So it came as no surprise when the daily morning routine shifted. 

「I was just in Kyoto. Did you know what I found in the stands there?」

There was only one real reason why his father would mention Kyoto if it’s not work-related.Genji shrugged, feigning ignorance. 

「Was it some cute maikos? You know, if you give them my name at the Gion Hatanaka ryokan--」

Sojiro ignored his son’s nonsense and produced a small take-out container with--he guessed it--a gnarly display of two perfectly grilled sparrows. Kyoto was the last prefecture to still sell skewered sparrows on sticks, after all. 

But the message is clear: Keep it up and you too will end up like that.

How unsubtle. 

Genji just took one and bit into it, the crunch reverberating in the room and he stared his father down. He’d love to see his father try. 

Luckily he didn't have to. 

Their father, Shimada Sojiro, died in his sleep not too long after--a more graceful death than anyone who acts like him deserves. 

(Flipping off his father's gravestone as he escaped the castle is almost a habit.)

As everyone expected, his brother was designated the new leader of the Shimada clan. 

Genji took to his namesake more than ever--disappearing and making a home out in town more often than he stopped by the castle. There was nothing tying him down. He could be free and live his life however he wanted and actually be a part of the present, a part of the world, not tied down by decrepit ‘traditions’ or the stories his father so desperately clung to even in his final moments. 

His brother did not take kindly to Genji’s absence, claiming the household is in shambles because of Genji’s flightiness. Apparently there were still some idiots left who clung onto the hope that Genji might still possibly lead the clan. A stupid thought that offends Genji as much as Hanzo. 

Each time Hanzo would grab Genji and bring him home, Genji would say, 「Don’t you know it’s illegal to keep wild animals like sparrows as pets? 」before slipping out again. Escaping was almost second nature to Genji by this point. Everything he’s learned in his training for assassination was being honed just so that Genji could finally leave. 

The final time before Hanzo’s attempt on Genji’s life, they sat down (well, Genji wasn’t there by choice) to talk. Hanzo was clearly fed up with the disrespect and overloaded with the responsibility and mocking whispers of his incompetence (“What sort of leader can be trusted to control a clan when he cannot even control one person?” “Maybe Hanzo is the wrong choice, maybe the position should go to someone else.” “Why does the leader let his brother debauch the Shimada name? Is he looking for the family to fall?”)

「When will you stop being a child? You have all that you could want here--power, respect, wealth--why leave? If you took your position seriously, we could rule all of Japan, we could have an empire.」

Hanzo was tired, Genji could see it in the way his tensed shoulders slumped, could hear it in his voice. He didn’t look like the proud dragon he’s always boasted himself to be. He looked like the shadow of their father. But only that--just a shadow. 

A dragon stays within its castle walls. Mighty as it is, it will only ever know its palace and the bottom of the sea. A sparrow, though small and insignificant, can make a home anywhere and fly anywhere, free of obligation. Though the name was supposed to make fun of Genji, he thinks it’s probably the best thing his father has ever said about him. 

「I don’t want any of that. I want to be a sparrow.」Hanzo snarled, a hateful look crossing his face.「And a sparrow does not belong in a crumbling castle.」

「This Shimada castle, crumbling? Foolish.」

「Which of us is really the foolish one, brother?」

It was one of the last things he said to his brother before the night Hanzo decided to end everything. In a way, Genji almost became a dragon again--consumed by hate and revenge, he was trapped in a crumbling castle known as his mind. 

But now, things are different. He is different.

Genji takes a thoughtful sip of his cider and waves the bottle at the scenery before them. 

“My father, Sojiro, called me that as an insult.” He meets McCree’s sudden incredulous look with a cheeky grin. “I’ve grown to like it.”

#my writing #general Genji stuff #trying to force words out #I wanted to write about this family dynamic for so long #but I 10000% believe Hanzo wanted to kill Genji #and not in the crazy murderer way #but in the way a sibling forced to the brink would kill their sibling #it's a very relatable feeling #especially in a household like the shimadas #where Hanzo is getting shit on by everyone and to fix it #all he has to do is get rid of one person #and clear his image of being a shitty leader and brother #I have a whole thing about this I just haven't been able to make a cohesive fic

[emile-hides]

YouWatch

This is a conversation topic that came up playing Overwatch last night; What if the Overwatch cast all has YouTube channels?

And while we voiced our opinions and debated to eachother, I feel the need to share all of my own takes as well.

Now, there’s 32 of these assholes so I’ll put it under the cut. Cause it’s long

Ana

Her channel is called “Grandma reacts”

Her viewers send her videos or shows to react to

She likes to have Jack, Gabe, Rein, and Torb on sometimes for some of the funnier videos

Hates daredevil compilations of people on high places with no safety gear

She swears at jump scares

Ashe

Daily vlogs

She calls her viewers part of the gang

BOB is the camera man and the crowd favorite

She mostly just likes to chat about nothing while wandering around the hide out

BOB makes really cool time lapses of them riding her bike down Route 66

Baptiste

Runs an advice channel

Mostly does Q&A live streams 

All of his ad revenue goes to local charities and hospitals

People sometimes donate to him and that also goes to charity

There’s a very slim chance he got overnight famous because he’s so pretty

Bastion

One 12 minute video of him playing with Ganymede in Torbjorn’s backyard

Torbjorn recorded it for him

Brigitte

Tried to do a make-up channel

Eventually devolved into a “How to” builder’s channel

Can put together an Ikea bookshelf in 15 minutes without even glancing at the instructions

Ikea furniture speed runs are her most popular videos

D.Va

Canonically already has a gaming channel

Also has a daily vlog channel where she hangs out with Lucio and Junkrat a lot

Takes requests on what games she plays

Despite mainly being an online PvP gamer, she adores playing story games and voice acting

She cried on live stream when she finished Undertale

Doomfist

Runs Talon’s official YouTube channel

All the videos are join Talon adds

Echo

Her channel is a mash

Will play or do any kind of video that’s popular at the moment

There’s three episodes of a Minecraft LP left to die

Seven vlogs all recorded almost 3 months apart

Two animations she made herself

A couple of reaction videos

And a Pachimari unboxing

She has a lot of sponsors

Genji

Also, canonically, has a gaming channel

Sometimes does videos of sick ninja tricks in his backyard

Has the same channel from before his fight with Hanzo, so there’s a 4-5 year gap between two videos

“So my brother tried to kill me” is the first video he makes when he finally comes back

Occasionally makes “Master reacts to (anime)” videos with Zenyatta

Hanzo

The show off channel

It’s mostly just target practice with his bow and arrow Genji recorded for him

90% of his comments are telling him to put a shirt on and cover the nipple

His channel also went dead after he killed Genji

Might start recording and uploaded unscheduled vlogs during his hobo days

Also does movie reviews

Junkrat

If I may defer your attention to this post

Yeah he just runs a demolition channel

Roadhog makes sure the camera doesn’t get damaged

Junkrat really loves the slow motion effect 

Lucio

Like Hana, he has two channels

One is his official music channel with music videos and concert clips

The other is also a vlog channel where he hangs out with Hana and Jamie

He’ll also talk about serious issues and his opinions on them on his second channel

McCree

Much like Hanzo, runs a show off channel

His is more popular because he’s straight up a cowboy though

People think it’s a gimmick for the channel. They have no idea he looks and sounds like that all the time

Mei

Has a scientific fact of the day Podcast with Winston

Talks about big issues

Her channel is very kid friendly and she explains things like global warming in a way they can understand

A lot of her videos will be watched by kids in science class

Mercy

“What to do encase of an emergency” tutorial videos

Gives basic medical training, like how to do CPR

Her videos are short and to the point so they can be played in an actual emergency

Genji is usually the person she uses as an example

Moira

Her channel is like Junkrat’s but more contained(?)

She does dangerous shit with chemicals but somehow it always ends wholesomly

The last minute of the video she speaks in a soothing Bob Ross voice as the lab is on fire behind her

The videos typically end with Angella coming back from her break

Orisa

It’s technically Efi’s channel

It’s a vlog to record Orisa’s progress tword becoming Numbani’s protector

Very popular, everyone loves how wholesome Orisa is

The money from the ads goes to fixing whatever Orisa breaks while trying to be helpful

All rude comments are deleted

Pharah

Show off channel

“99 dunks in a row” and such types of videos

They’re typically sped up with relaxing music

Lucio has appeared to play soccer with her a few times

Reaper

As Gabriel Reyes he ran a prank channel around the Overwatch base

He didn’t do any pranks that hurt or scared people though

Just recorded himself eating vanilla pudding out of a mayo jar to get people’s reactions

His favorite people to prank were Jesse and Genji because they had the most over the top reactions

Reinhardt is unprankable

The channel died with the fall of Overwatch

Reinhardt

Advice channel but louder than Baptiste

He’s full of energy in every one of his videos

Calls himself his viewer’s Grandpa

If anyone comes to him for advice on how to handle abuse of any kind he will adopt them on the spot

Also does meme reactions, sometimes has to have Brigitte explain what makes it funny

Has one video where he speaks quietly called “Grandpa reads a bedtime story” and it’s literally just him reading a bedtime story with soft music in the background

Roadhog

Toy unboxings

All of his videos are silent aside from the cute music he puts of them

The only part of him that’s ever on camera are his hands

Sigma

All his videos devolve into rambles about the universe

Other than that his channel doesn’t have a real theme

He tries to explain scientific principals but quickly turns into a shouting mess about the universe and gravity

Moira is the one to stop recording in the middle of his breakdowns

Soldier 76

Use to run a tutorial channel

Gabe called it “Dad Teaches you” and Jack hates that he’s not your father

He teaches you to cook basic meals and do simple repairs on a car

He talks in a very fatherly voice

Begrudgingly, he became his veiwers father

His channel died with Overwatch as well

Sombra

Gaming channel, but hacked

Does glitched speedruns on live stream

Clickbait thumbnails and titles

“How to get 1,000,000,000 free V-Bucks in Fortnite”

Steals kid’s Fortnite accounts

Symmetra

Stim channel

All of her videos focus on satisfying visuals

Someone asked her to do ASMR once and she hated it. The video existed for less than 24 hours

Torbjorn

Like Brigitte, runs a builder channel

It also doubles as a story time channel as he tends to ramble about the good old days

All his videos are 30+ minutes long

Somehow adds “and that’s how I lost my eye” to every story so no one knows how it actually happened

Bastion guest appears in a lot or Torb’s videos but only because he’s bored and wants attention

Tracer

Animated story telling

Makes animations of their missions and her day-to-day life

Thanks to her chronal accelerator animations take half as long

Still only uploads like two videos a month

Widowmaker

Food review videos

Hates everything, nothing gets high marks

Gets view ship cause she’s hot and very snarky

Winston

His channel is exactly like Mei’s

It’s more popular though because he’s a monkey and thus draws kid’s attention better

All of his viewers are elementary school science teachers and their class

Wrecking Ball

Tried to do a builder channel but all the comments were on how cute he is

Hates being called cute so he made his mech say swear words

He’s very popular with little boys

Also loves destruction and may destroy things for fun

“5000lbs wrecking ball VS Junkrat’s house”

Zarya

Vlogs but like... Work out vlogs.

It’s just time lapses of her at the gym

Insanely popular with lesbians for very obvious reasons

Encourages her viewers to take care of themselves and start slow

Blew a kiss at the camera once, became the most used image of her on the internet

Zenyatta

Most of his videos are relaxing music over beautiful visuals he recorded

The other half of his videos are meditation leadings and yoga

He’s also done videos on the omnic crisis and talked in length on his belief for the future

Has one video of him pranking Genji

#Overwatch #Long post #Under the cut #I'm not tagging every character it's literally all of them #I liked writing these down though #Overwatch Youtubers AU

[icecreambeach]

a prompt I hope you saw coming: McCree, sunning his butthole

I did my best to live up to this real-life comedy gold.

So this takes place very early on in the gang’s reunion, when they’re still training as a team and Hanzo/Genji are still a little tense with each other. (Hopefully I kind of conveyed that through context clues alone but just wanted to be sure since I didn’t want to spend a lot of time polishing this because I have lol zero time.)

I hope it TAINT bad.    : - D

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The simulation is set: nine opponents, fourteen hazards and two environments. McCree figures the first will be blizzard—why else would Mei be up in the box, waving down at them with that innocent smile?—but he has no clue on the second.Probably it has something to do with Genji, since he’s over half an hour late.

“It’s not like him,” mutters Angela, a little too opaque to show any judgment.Hanzo’s judgment, however, is very clear; he snorts loud enough for even Winston to look over, and he’s all the way up in the box with Mei.“I’m sure he’s just puttin’ the finishing touches on things,” Jesse drawls, nudging his boot into the concrete to scratch an itch on his heel.

“My brother is not one for keeping to a schedule,” says Hanzo. The effort to keep any bitterness out of his tone must’ve been monumental.

Jesse’s a quickdraw with more than a gun, so he’s a little miffed when Reinhardt gets to be magnanimous before he can: “I have seen people change in greater ways and in far less time  than in our Genji.” He clasps a hand on Hanzo’s shoulder and Jesse feels even more miffed when the archer doesn’t bristle and brush Reinhardt away like his usual character would dictate. “Perhaps he will surprise you.”

Hanzo seems to hum and cough at the same time. Reinhardt takes his hand back and Jesse licks his teeth behind his lips. “Dunno ‘bout that, Rein. Dickin’ off to meditate is still dickin’ off.”But both Reinhardt and Hanzo give him looks of disappointment and displeasure, respectively. Jesse coos out air like the room is getting hot, looking up at nothing, then turns instead to Angela, who is masterfully ignoring the entire situation.

“You get those new bio-shots in yet, doc?”“Not yet. But the shipment should come any day now. It’s not unusual for that kind of order to take so long. I once tried to have two gallons of e-CTM delivered to a safe house in Bucharest and the driver—”“Oh thank Christ,” Jesse mutters when Genji jogs into the room.“Forgive my lateness,” says Genji. “Torbjorn had not yet finished our suits.”The whole team squints at him. “Suits?” says Reinhardt.

Genji sets down twin crates and hits a button on their sides to let them snap open. “Winston wanted me to set the environment today, so I decided on fire.”Hanzo scoffs even louder than before. Jesse gets the feeling there’s some joke he’s not in on.Reinhardt, ever doe-eyed, persists: “fire?”“Yes. But these suits are not fire-repellant. They are fire-attractive.”Angela actually sounds intrigued, if a tad apprehensive: “come again?”“They will attract fire.” Genji takes out a suit and holds it up; it looks like a Tour de France onesie, only with far shorter shorts. Jesse thinks he’d be shocked if they even cleared his inner thighs. “Particularly to the torso and head.”“Gotta be shittin’ me,” mutters Jesse, turning away, spurs clicking.“Ridiculous,” rumbles Hanzo.“I do not see why I deserve such dissent,” Genji says, his robotic voice a lofty, melodic drawl. “I have designed this course to mimic the eventuality of a burning building. Something most of you would have difficulty overcoming,” he adds with a carefree lilt and tilt of his head. He leans towards the room com link on the wall and holds down the button, carrying his voice to the box above as well as the entire room. “Winston, Mei—you’ll find the simulation code under command 12-A.”

“If you are selecting an environment in which you are already an expert,” Hanzo drawls back, his own voice the total opposite of carefree, “then what is the point of your participating?”“It will still be a challenge for me. I have not been in the position of having to assist other teammates during a battle for a long time.”“Yes,” Hanzo crosses his arms, and Jesse pre-winces before the man even finishes, “Your position is more often far behind enemy lines, getting yourself injured and then calling for help.”Genji crosses his arms, too, though he keeps his tone light. “Now, brother. That was long ago.”“So that has never happened, then?” Hanzo quickly fixes his intense gaze on Angela, who hesitates just one second too long; Hanzo looks back at Genji with the most superior smirk Jesse has ever seen.Genji rolls back one shoulder, seemingly unperturbed. It’s hard to tell with the mask. “Overwatch is based on teamwork. We have all been in the position of requiring help from time to time. That is the reality of working with others—something that you, perhaps, could benefit to learn.”“I have worked in groups many times, as you are well aware.”“And the general of a group, what is their position, often?”“I do not have to explain myself to you.”“No, you just need to adhere to the new order of things.”“You should adhere to—”“I can’t wear that!”Everyone turns to look at Jesse.

The gunslinger clears his throat—he hadn’t really meant to shout—and squares his hips towards Genji. “I can’t put that on.”Genji lowers his arms and puts one hand on his hip, obviously sensing another mutineer. “And why not?”“There’s no way those things ain’t gonna ride up my groin like they’re goin’ for a chokehold. You ever see those boxer-briefs where the legs are just a tad too short on a guy with big thighs? Turn into tighty-whities before you can—”“Oh, please,” says Angela, barely suppressing an amused, if a little grossed-out grin. “I’ve seen you wear far more uncomfortable things for a mission, Jesse. It will only be for a couple hours.”“Certainly!” Reinhardt half-lifts his axe, “Remember those wet-suits in the North Sea? I could hardly breathe! And we were in those all day. Also, my thighs are far—”“Well I wasn’t dealin’ with localized bodily damage at the time, Rein.”“Damage?” Angela looks him up and down. “Are you hurt?”“Naw,” Jesse pulls the brim of his hat down, which he quickly realizes he should not have done, because most of them know him well enough to take that as a clear signal that he is hiding something. “I mean… not in any… it wouldn’t interfere.”

“It seems to be interfering now,” says Genji.“Jesse, if you are injured, you cannot just keep it to yourself. What if we had to ship out today?”“Tell us what it is, Jesse,” says Winston over the room com. “Better to take care of it now.”“It don’t need takin’ care of!” Jesse grumbles, his voice growing louder without his consent. “I just… I can’t be wearin’ shit like that.”Genji looks at the suit still in his hand, then slowly back at Jesse, who feels all the hairs on his arms stand up. “Is it a…” He gestures vaguely to his own pelvic area.“No! Jesus. I mean… not in the way you’re…”

Jesse’s throat closes up as he realizes the deep, deep hole he’s dug under his own feet. Everyone is staring at him with varying levels of suspicion, except for Hanzo, whose face looks more like… alarm? Apprehension?

Jesse sighs. Just get it over with.

He mumbles under his breath.“Sorry?” says Angela. Genji takes a step closer.“I sun-burned my perinmhihmm,” Jesse mutters a little louder, still barely legible.“Wait,” says Genji, who physically removes the com-link from the wall and holds it up to Jesse’s mouth, holding down the button so that his voice echoes like God’s judgment. “Can you just,” the cyborg almost trips over his barely-suppressed laughter, “Can you repeat that please Jesse?”Jesse stares him dead in his green-lit visor and, in his most confident drawl, announces to the entire room: “my pucker hole is crazy burned.”

The laughter hits them all differently: Genji’s head flies backwards with a sharp bark that dissolves into ludicrous snorting, Reinhardt brays one loud note that bounces off the walls again and again, Angela covers her mouth and laughs until Jesse sees her whole face turn red, and Hanzo, also hiding his mouth with his hand, lets his chuckles mostly just shake around inside his chest. He’s the only one who doesn’t look away from Jesse.

“Alright.” Jesse looks up towards the box where Mei is leaning over a console as if having a heart attack and Winston is trying to make sure she’s okay through his own chortling. “Alright, now. Ain’t that goddamn funny.”“Are you shitting me?” Genji, barely able to stay upright, shakes his open hand fingertips-first at Jesse, “How? How could that have possibly happened?”“It’s… it’s a type a’yoga! Shit. You never heard of it?” Jesse puts his hands on his hips, decides he might as well own it. “S’called ‘perineum sunning.’” While Genji collapses into laughter all over again, he goes on, “S’all about absorbing the sun into your body through your… your grundle.” Genji is almost on the floor now, repeating the word ‘grundle’ to himself like it’s a holy mantra. “I been having, y’know, trouble sleepin’ and the like… thought it’d boost my auric field with the power o’the sun and whatnot. Keep my life force from leaking out and all.”Now Genji is repeating ‘leaking’ to himself in a very high-pitched voice while Angela, bless her, manages enough self-control to speak. “Joking aside… Jesse, that does sound serious. Have you… done anything…?”“No! What am I supposed to do? Stick a biotic emitter up there and hope for the best?”“N-no,” says Angela, still fighting giggles but blessedly stepping in front of Reinhardt and Genji, who are both using Reinhardt’s hammer as a kind of crutch for their hysterics. “But some burn ointment may help. Do you have any aloe vera?”Jesse snorts. “Yeah… probably in my kit somewhere.”“You should apply some. Perhaps… perhaps you should sit out this session to do so. We can… ping Lucio to replace you.”“God, yes, please,” Genji wheezes, “Please let’s bring Lucio out here.”Fully aware that Lucio is not really an appropriate replacement for what he brings to the table, Jesse grumbles a thank-you and turns heel for the door. But right before he exits (since Genji and Reinhardt are still laughing), he sticks his head back in to add: “it’s an ancient fuckin’ Taoist practice!”

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An hour later, someone knocks at Jesse’s door. He almost ignores it, but at the second knock—faster, snappier—he gets up to at least see who it is. If it’s Genji and Lucio come to taunt him, he can at least open the door with his gun in his hand.But it’s Hanzo, standing all regal with his hands resting inside his kimono jacket. Obviously still amused but doing a good job of trying to hide it. A much more welcome sight, despite everything.

Jesse taps the door command and leans on the frame with as much swagger as he can muster. “Well hey there. Sim went by kinda quick, huh?”“Yes,” says Hanzo, those perfectly-shaped lips toying with a smirk, “It was difficult to achieve adequate team cohesion after your… announcement.”“Well, ain’t my fault we’re workin’ with a couple’a gigglin’ frat boys,” Jesse sighs, stepping aside.

The door hisses shut behind Hanzo, who immediately walks to the console. “Athena, cease surveillance of this room. Command three dash eight hundred and four.”“Confirmed,” says Athena.“Still don’t know how you managed to swipe Winston’s command codes,” chuckles Jesse.“It was a crime of necessity.” Hanzo comes up close, presses against Jesse’s front. Chin tipped up to smirk at him. “I don’t want anyone seeing or hearing what I do to you.”Jesse opens his mouth to agree, but Hanzo seizes that opportunity to plant his own mouth there, tugging down on the gunslinger’s chin to line them up. Their arms wrap, their bodies slot, and Jesse lets out a low rumble of pleasure. Hanzo kisses him slower and warmer than he has yet and the effect is melting. Time goes still and Jesse swears he hears a bird singing.

“Wha,” Jesse clears his throat, when it’s over, looks down at Hanzo from heavy-lidded eyes. “What was that for?”“For lying for me,” Hanzo hums. “I will admit,” He playfully unbuttons Jesse’s flannel shirt, “That was the most unorthodox way of getting out of having to show a hickey I have ever heard of, but I commend your creativity.”“Huh?”Hanzo gently pats Jesse’s cheek, still smiling. “Stay with me, cowboy. I appreciate you keeping our time together a secret. I do not know how the others would have reacted if they saw what I did to your thighs.”“Oh.” Jesse takes a half-step back, still loosely holding Hanzo by the elbow with one hand while the other scratches at a side-burn. “Well… yeah, Han. I know you wanna keep things quiet for now.”“It is for both our benefit,” Hanzo mutters into Jesse’s jaw. “It is… I have never done this before. Nothing like this. I want to take things slowly.”“O’course. I mean, I… y’know I’ve had a shaky run of things, too. Though I’d yell it from the top of the rock this afternoon, if you gave the go-ahead.”Hanzo chuckles, that warm, resonant rumble that Jesse is already falling a little bit in love with. “Perhaps someday.”As he goes to kiss down Jesse’s throat, the gunslinger coughs a little. “Well, there’s… I mean, there’s that, but…”Hanzo’s smile fades as he blinks up at Jesse. A shadow of worry crosses his face and Jesse’s heart spasms in pain. “But what?”Jesse sighs again, only with ten times more despair than in the simulation room.“But I really did burn my pucker hole.”There’s a moment in which Hanzo just stares with gently widened eyes, as if he doesn’t understand. Then a bubble of disbelieving laughter makes his chest contract. “You…” More chuckles bubbles up and Jesse thinks it’d be damn endearing, the way this usually self-controlled man can’t hold back his laughter, if he didn’t feel a very real burn of embarrassment spreading across his own face. Not to mention the burn between his ass cheeks.“You what?” Hanzo asks, as if he is really trying to give Jesse the benefit of the doubt here.

“I went down on you for nigh on an hour yesterday on the top of a cliff with my bare ass pointed at a 3pm sun in the goddamn Mediterranean, Han! What did you think was gonna happen?” Jesse pauses, his eyes fly off somewhere up and to the left, then come back to Hanzo with his tone even higher-pitched: “and you don’t think I’d come up with a better lie than that if I had to!?”

“I didn’t… I am sorry, I did not…” Hanzo is practically choking, his hand slapped up over his mouth again.Jesse sighs. He looks at Hanzo, with his shaking shoulders and his bouncing bang-hair, and a rueful half-smile breaks through his irritation. “S’okay, darlin’. You can laugh. It’s funny.”Then Hanzo lets out a bark of laughter even louder and grander than Genji’s, his head tossing back in a very similar fashion. His hands tremble as they hold onto Jesse’s shirt flaps for dear life. The sight is almost enough to make Jesse forget about the horrible, horrible pain.It’s not long before the archer comes back down to earth. “I,” Hanzo starts, wiping away a tear, “I am deeply sorry for this… for your…”“Yeah, yeah.” Jesse adjusts the waistband of his loose sweatpants, which is about the only article of clothing his ass can stand now. “Never gonna live this one down, y’know that? Genji’s probably gonna bring it up at my goddamn funeral.”“I apologize,” Hanzo says, both hands still holding onto Jesse’s shirt. “Why did you not say something sooner?”“Couldn’t find the right words, I guess.”“‘My pucker hole is crazy burned’ now seem like the only right words.”Jesse scoffs and rolls his eyes and cackles into his hand, then winces as the movement makes his thighs shift too much. Suddenly he turns boyish: “it really hurts, sweetheart.”Then Hanzo draws forward with a sound like a low, rough coo, and smoothes out Jesse’s shirt. “If you are truly in need,” his eyes sweep up to Jesse’s and Jesse can’t express how much that adds to his downstairs discomfort, “I can assist you with that aloe vera.”“Really, Han, you ain’t gotta—”“I insist. It is the least I can do after your…” Hanzo gets closer, smirks with those cat-like eyes dangerously narrowed, “…Skilled favors.”Jesse feels a very different kind of burning and chuckles, looking off to the side. “Aww, Han. I don’t think that’ll be as enjoyable as you’re makin’ it sound…”“I will make it enjoyable.” He lowers his hand and palms over Jesse’s cock to prove his point. Licks Jesse’s bottom lip into his mouth and lets it slide out between his teeth.Well, shit. “Alright,” Jesse sighs, “You insisted and all.”

“Mmm,” Hanzo purrs, still rubbing Jesse through his sweats. “And do not worry about Genji. I know many stories of his that more than overshadow yours.”“As nice as that is, darlin’, I really don’t wanna talk about your brother right now.”“Then stop talking and get on the bed.”

#prompt #mchanzo #asks #robocryptid #my pucker hole is crazy burned #robo-cryptid

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Kombat Krew and Date night;

Some fluff before I post some horrific smut. Lord help you all, I am still on the bullshit. Fucking living for it. If you want a Part 2, Electric Boogaloo please message me! GIFS do not belong to me. I did not make them. 

Kabal;

·         Date night with Kabal can go one of two ways, either extremely adventurous, out there and interesting. Or a lazy night in where you both end up being sloths.

·         Pre-burn would favour the adventurous mode, whilst Post-Burn would favour the sloth idea. Less people to judge him and less prying eyes.

·         Date night with him is always fun no matter what you do.

·         When you go out, his arms around you constantly, he’s taking tons of photos of you/ you and him. Poor fuckers on his social media have to mute him.

·         He takes the best photos though. You always look amazing. He has a hard time deciding which is going to be his lock screen.

·         Sometimes you’ll go somewhere fancy, he legit always insists on paying, he’s just like that.

·         Other times you’ll go for a drive, because he knows this really cool 24-hour diner that does the best milkshakes. There really not that great, but he loves to drive, even though he can’t do it well.

·         You’ll both be belting out embarrassing songs, singing like the people in traffic next to you certainly can’t hear. Spoilers, they can.

·         A date night in, consists of movies, lounging about and potentially videogames. Bad food is always on the table though. Like the greasiest and most unhealthiest food ever.

·         He doesn’t like to wear a shirt (Pre-Burn) on these nights in, and totally wants you to fawn over him.

·         Both types of dates end in lots of hugs, being spooned and him eventually hogging the blanket. Forcing you to come a little bit closer. His words not mine.

Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);

·         Ah date night with a man who’s never properly dated someone before. Fun is on the cards.

·         He really tries, he fucking really does. The Ice man is trying his hardest.

·         He comes up with cute and fun ways of spending time together, ones that don’t involve meditation, training or other people being around you.

·         You know how him and Hanzo had the tea party of the century, and no one else was fucking invited? Yeah, he’s throwing one of them, but for the two of you.

·         Its impressive watching him make it, because damn, all you do is boil the kettle, shove a teabag, some sugar in and there we go.

·         He evens prepares a playlist for you two to listen to whilst drinking your tea.

·         He really does listen, he’s got all your favourites on there, even that one song he can’t stand.

·         You’ll talk about random stuff, he’ll let you waffle on and he’ll listen.

·         Holding your hand whilst your talking, his eyes locked with yours, a smile on his face and his fingers stroking your knuckles.

·         Hell, he’ll even wear something that isn’t his Grandmaster’s Uniform.

·         Imagine, Kuai Liang, in a fucking sweater and some black jeans. I fucking live for It.

·         It’ll have to be somewhere private, he doesn’t want the two of you to be disturbed.

·         Will offer to slow dance with you, if that’s what you want. It’s all about what you want on your date nights, within reason.

·         He knows he can’t go far/ do much, so he tries to make up for it.

·         To say he’s not been on many (If any dates) before you, there really sweet and personal.

·         You’ll also be able to take a selfie with him, he’s ridiculously photogenic and looks 11/10 in literally all of them.

Erron Black;

·         Dating was confusing back in his time, now he’s in Outworld and he’s fucking got no clue. He’s pretty sure customs have changed too.

·         His ideas usually involve taking you horseback riding, teaching you to shoot, or trying some new and often disgusting food.

·         But now he’s stuck, he wants you both to do something new and exciting. So, the one thing that’s been consistent in his time in Outworld, the stars.

·         He’s always relied on the Stars to guide him when out at night, to help him find his way back kind of thing. He knew a lot of the constellations back on Earth, so he starts to learn the Outworld ones. With the help of a reluctant Kotal. He thought he wanted some education, not a preluding activity to banging.

·         He’ll set you up a nice little blanket, with a picnic and tell you to get comfortable.

·         By get comfortable, he means lay on his chest and relax.

·         He’ll start off serious, remembering all he can about the constellations he can see.

·         Then it’ll divulge into chaos, he can’t remember that giant one that looks like an octopus, so that’s Steven.

·         Makes up a lot of their names and stories, when you question him, you’ll get the standard answer of “Hell naw, I’m telling the truth” or “Who’s the one tellin the stories?”

·         You do prefer his versions to the real ones, their funnier and more Erron like.

·         You will end up falling asleep and he’ll end up carrying you back to your room.

·         God, he loves you.

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi);

·         Dates are a very complex thing for him. He’s not really surely what to do. So, he’s in the same boat as Kuai. A sinking fucking boat.

·         He cannot go far as he needs to be there for his Clan, so he opts to remain close by.

·         He’ll take you on a walk through the Fire Gardens, holding your arm and hand as you stroll. He’ll also be testing your Japanese as you go along. You need to figure out what he’s saying, because the pet names sound cute as fuck.

·         He’s not really sure what he was thinking, but you’ll basically have lunch outside, like a picnic but he’d never call it that.

·         He’s made all the food himself, all old recipes that have been in his family for generations.

·         It’s actually amazing, because the man can cook.

·         Its just the two of you, so he becomes a lot more relaxed. He’ll crack some jokes, be a bit more touchy feely and will be more open about his emotions.

·         Whilst there, it’s just the two of you, it’s quelling all the negative emotions and feelings that usually arise.

·         Would pick up a blossom and put it in your hair, laughing a little at how beautiful you look.

·         He’ll let you do the same to him, placing a few in his man-bun, he will have to take them out before they go back.

·         He’ll also offer to teach you to spar/ hold your own. He wants you to be safe and he thinks your capable of holding your own.

·         Whilst there, he may let slip he can’t wait for you two to start a family. He just wants a normal life.

·         He’s such a cutie around you. Around nearly everyone else, it’s Grandmaster Grumpy Face.

Cassie Cage;

·         She has two modes. Party fucking girl or chilled out. There is no in between.

·         You can tell she’s Johnny’s daughter by her date nights with you, 25 (I did the math, she’s 25 apparently) and still partying strong.

·         Your date nights are fucking legendary.

·         You’ll either spend all night in some fucking slum club, dancing to trashy songs, doing some tequila shots, and having a great time.

·         Sometimes you’ll go to more expensive bars and classier joints, but the majority of the time, its trashy bars. She lives for the adrenaline and excitement, that come with the trashier dives.

·         Going to fights. Like she knows she shouldn’t, but god, does she love to watch a Cage match. It’s her fucking namesake, of course she loves to watch them!

·         The chilled-out dates are usually grabbing a bite to eat, maybe going for a drive in her Land Rover; belting out all the classics from the 90’s and early 00’s.

·         She’s also down for staying in and having a chilled in night. Doing each other’s hair, makeup, facemasks. The fucking works.

·         She likes to have a bit of a girly night in. She’ll love having her nails done. She’s actually really good at them too!

·         Can’t forget getting a takeaway and watching some shit on TV.

Johnny Cage;

·         Like Father, like daughter, prepare yourself for a fucking mix of potential date nights.

·         Going to Premiers classify as dates, right? You, looking fancy as fuck, all pampered and on his arm.

·         If you’re not rubbing elbows with Hollywood’s Finest (Sometimes they are, sometimes they aren’t) you’ll be doing something adventurous.

·         However, since having Cassie, he has calmed down a little bit. Not a lot, but a fraction. He doesn’t want to overly embarrass her with his exploits.

·         Sometimes you’ll get dinner at a fancy restaurant or go have a few drinks in one hell of an expensive bar. Like the drink’s menu is comprised of double sometimes even three digits.

·         Johnny will always insist on paying. He loves spoiling you.

·         Sometimes his Goblin heart aches for something from the old days. Just a Dive bar, where there’s going to be some drama.

·         He lives for it. That and sometimes, there’s an itch only a £2 pint of beer can fix. He wouldn’t mind reliving his old days with you.

#Mortal Kombat #mortal kombat x reader #sub zero #Kuai Liang #Scorpion #Hanzo Hasashi #Erron Black #Cassie Cage #Johnny Cage #Sub Zero x reader #Kuai Liang x reader #Scorpion x reader #Hanzo hasashi x reader #Erron black x reader #Johnny cage x reader #x reader #Mortal Kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 x reader #Mk #mk11 #mk x reader #mk11 x reader #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons

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TWtaH - Plot

Just in case work absolutely decimates me and I can’t finish the story somehow. Below is pretty much every single plot point from chapter 16 onward. It's not that I've given up, but I've been spinning my wheels and I am reaching my limit. This has almost everything I wanted to write about minus some specific details.

The Watchpoint now faces a dilemma: their food supply is dwindling and they know they’ll have to either go out to buy food everyone (which increases their conspicuousness) or get Chef’s arrangements back in order. The latter is not an option anymore since Chef effectively sabotaged the relationship between the restaurant and Overwatch.

Additionally, Overwatch still has Talon agents they have to feed.

Overwatch ultimately decides to dump the Talon agents over the border of Gibraltar (the Line) and have contacted Coeur d’Artichaut for help because of Asim’s logistic connections.

Asim refuses and basically makes it clear that he’s sacrificed a lot and did not ask to be involved in an international crime or get a whole restaurant business dumped on him. He’s tired and just wants to be left alone to pick up the scraps of a business that Chef just threw upon him.

In the end, Asim gives Overwatch a contact for them to sort things out. There’s a moral dilemma here where it’s unclear who is in the wrong, but both sides have their own reasons.

McCree sorts things out in person.

It’s decided Overwatch will drop Talon off over the border in a few days.

Meanwhile, in Overwatch’s kitchen:

Several things have been destroyed and needs replacement. Lot of utensils, glassware, etc.

Brigitte volunteers to fix it all up and Torbjorn helps out when he gets the chance.

Because the kitchen’s stuff is old, lots of the old styles can’t be replicated or found in production anymore, so they all do some Frankensteining and the kitchen is repaired with spare parts. Everything works, just looks weird.

Some agents are clearly uncomfortable with being in the kitchen, especially the veterans who know it’s supposed to be off-limits.

No one really goes into the Cellar except Fareeha and Torbjorn. They have a job to do down there, but Athena still warns everyone to keep things respectful for Chef’s sake.

The Cellar is slowly getting security upgrades, but it takes some time to order the supplies. So as of now, Athena’s systems are connected to the Cellar’s systems via cables running through the Cellar door.

Symmetra set up some turrets over the Cellar door. She’s disgusted with the way the kitchen looks now because it’s disorderly. She organizes things to the best of her ability.

Rotation cooking schedule is implemented via lottery. So far, Lucio, Mercy has been cooking.

On Lucio’s turn, everyone finds out that Symmetra is vegetarian and can’t have meat.

On Mercy’s turn, they find out she’s not a very elaborate cook. Dry toast, yoghurt,

Zarya, Junkers, and a few others have issue with this.

Lots of tension because it’s hard to go out constantly to buy more food for the big eaters and there are people with very specific food preferences.

Tracer reminisces that it wasn’t like this when Chef was cooking. She wonders what’s different--is it because Chef knew all their food preferences or is it because there was someone dedicated to handling such a basic need?

Hanzo’s turn is coming up.

Overwatch has their internal meetings. Almost everyone is back on base. Genji is running around and Hanzo is clearly avoiding him still. But he thinks about Genji a little more now.

Winston is also debating about what to do about Chef.

Solider: 76 isn’t talking about getting rid of Chef now--it’s way too late and risky.

Ana talks to Hanzo a little about the current situation, teases him and tells him to talk to Chef about cooking. She’s heard that he’s not a great cook and hints that after Mercy's attempt, she wants something a little more substantial.

Hanzo talks to Chef, finally. His feelings are vaguely making itself known, but when seeing someone you are starting to care about so down in the dumps, the conversations are a little awkward.

Chef has been left in the dark about all the decisions that are taking place and isn’t aware about what’s happening with the kitchen.

You have absolutely any idea how terrifying it is to have raison d’atre getting yanked out from under you?

Chef’s basically cut off from the restaurant by choice of Asim and Argus who can’t keep playing middleman in an international crime between two morally dubious organizations and the world government and a bunch of regulators while still trying to run a charity restaurant.

And the agents are cooking their own food (who are realizing it’s not as easy as just ‘cooking your own food’, but it’s normal for Chef, so it’s not like it’s particularly recognized as difficult).

Hanzo swallows his pride a bit and asks Chef for some help to grab some ingredients. It’s a secret from Mercy who doesn’t want Chef running around.

Chef is on board because it’s freedom.

Chef was visited by a lot of people who has been instructed very strictly not to talk about stressful stuff.

They leave some clothes with Chef because McCree started it.

Hanzo comes to pick up Chef before the ass-crack of dawn. They’re sneaking out, so it’s best to do it when no one is around.

Chef is wearing some weird clothes--McCree’s serape, D.Va’s cap, Mei’s yeti slippers, Ana’s sunglasses, all worn over hospital clothes. Hanzo is in business casual clothes (because that’s all he has) and even he disapproves of Chef’s appearance.

Look, Chef didn’t have a lot of clothing choice being stuck in the medical bay.

Hanzo insists on Chef changing--they are both supposed to be incognito. This weird outfit is anything but.

Hanzo accompanies Chef to get clothes because he doesn’t actually know where they are. So, to his horror--because Mercy was very, very, very explicit in not inducing stress--they’re headed back to the kitchen.

Chef gets the surprise of a fucking lifetime because the kitchen is not the same kitchen anymore.

But anyway, that gets pushed through quickly enough. Chef leads Hanzo into the Cellar. Hanzo, remembering that Chef may remember the site of being gunned down, just rushes down the hall past where the blood stain is still chillin’.

Stopping in front of a door, it’s revealed that it’s a dorm room. Hanzo waits while Chef changes.

Chef takes a moment to think about the gunshot wounds, debates whether it’s worth it or not to bring pain medication on the trip.

Nah.

They go down the tunnels again because they figure they might as well if they’re trying to sneak out.

Chef stops at the tunnel fork that leads to the weird vault-thing that the Junkers were spending all their time in. 

Chef doesn’t actually know the Junkers are there.

They don’t take the truck when they go past it. Hanzo insists he’s strong enough to bring back all their shit, but Chef insists on taking a dolly. It makes them more conspicuous, so Hanzo refuses.

Basically, it’s a date.

They talk on the shopping trip, Chef reminiscing about the past while pointing out different stalls and teaching Hanzo different things about ingredients.

Hanzo’s enjoying himself, actually. He’s mentally taking notes about the stuff Chef is teaching him. He gets to taste samples of fruits and stuff. They’re surprisingly good and somehow better than the stuff he had when he was with the Shimada clan. Sure, they don’t look very pretty, but they’re flavorful and juicy and crisp and--they’re just good.

They talk about what Hanzo wants to cook and Chef gives some tips as Hanzo talks through how he’s going to make his meals.

They’re picking up bulk ingredients.

Eventually, they pick up rice--the huge sacks of them. Hanzo basically flexes and shows he can carry all that, the ingredients, and Chef, if necessary. 

Chef gets tired eventually. The pain is beginning to kick Chef’s ass and out of stubbornness, refuses to take a break.

Hanzo pulls a, “But I’m hungry,” and forces them both to stop at a breakfast place. Chef still can’t eat anything, so he just gets Chef a drink.

They talk a little bit more about a few more personal things. Like what Chef plans to do now and what Hanzo wants to do with his situation with Genji.

He doesn’t really want to talk about it in a public place, but Chef indicates that Genji cares--Genji talks to Chef and mentioned a few things.

At some point, Hanzo holds Chef’s hand. Originally, it’s to make sure Chef can keep up the pace, but eventually, it’s just forgotten about.

At some point, Chef is staring off in the darkness, thinking that there’s something there. Hanzo’s danger senses are going off, so they are forced to return back to the Watchpoint.

Mercy, Genji, and Zenyatta are waiting for them and greet them before they get to the Watchpoint. Genji, for protection purposes, Mercy for medical reasons, and Zenyatta to keep the peace.

Hanzo brings all the stuff into the kitchen to start on breakfast without speaking to Genji while Chef gets escorted back to the medical bay for more pain meds and treatment.

Chef basically knocks out for the rest of the day--it was exhausting.

Wakes up near dinner time and finds a covered dish sitting on the bedside table.

It’s curry from Hanzo.

Chef, despite the nothing-by-mouth order, begins to eat the curry and rice.

It’s a lukewarm, overly thick, too salty, and the rice is a little dry. It’s not conventionally good or gourmet, but Chef begins to cry. It’s fucking delicious for some reason.

It’s the first time in years that anyone has cooked anything for Chef for the sake of goodwill. Chef begins to remember Head Chef Richard talking about love again.

Usually, when Chef eats, it’s either leftovers the Chef made out of necessity or test creations from other chefs who want a critique or just test dishes for the restaurant.

Remember the title of the story? The Way to a Heart? Yeah, this wasn’t just about the way to Hanzo’s heart.

Chef gets sick because, again, ‘nothing-by-mouth’ order. So, Mercy is angry. However, when Hanzo comes back, Chef lets him know the curry is delicious. While Hanzo is sure it’s not 100% sincere, he feels good about it. He gets a glimpse into the satisfaction one can get from just serving food to others.

Chef is back in the kitchen to clean and get things back in order with Symmetra while everyone else is discussing strategy.

Chef is making tamales because it’s easy and just to have something to give to the agents for the big mission. It should be easy, but knowing Talon, it might get tough.

So the mission to get rid of the Talon agents is underway.

Hanzo, Genji, Ana, Soldier, Lucio, and McCree are off to escort the Talon agents they have as their prisoners away. 

McCree, Ana, and Soldier insisted on going because Talon. 

Surprise. Reaper’s waiting for them.

It becomes a hell of a brawl.

Ana and Hanzo are at their perches while both Soldier and McCree are trying to chase after Reaper who was apparently assigned to get back those Talon agents who, by now, know Overwatch is almost fully operational. 

Reaper is also a great distraction because there is an attempt by Talon to get into Overwatch’s Watchpoint.

Yeah, the remaining agents at the Watchpoint isn’t about that life and puts a stop to that real quick. Though it’s not like Talon tried very hard.

Later, it’s revealed that Reaper wasn’t taking the attack on the Watchpoint too seriously. It’s an apology to Chef. He’s the one who has been keeping tabs ever since the whole attack on Chef happened.

At some point, Genji is overwhelmed try to clean up after Soldier’s and McCree’s asses, and inevitably gets damaged to the point to temporarily being unable to move.

Hanzo rushes down and throws himself into the midst of a fuckton of enemies while facing his own flashbacks and eventually the past and present overlap and he gets some breakthrough where he unleashes his dragons on the battlefield.

Ana is exasperated because she can’t fucking believe she’s babysitting so many people. Lucio is doing his best to keep up.

Reaper is cornered by McCree at a point who throws a tamale at Reaper. 

Why? Because McCree has an inkling about what’s happening and the tamale is to remind him about what matters. Reaper makes a telling comment about the Chef (”dishwasher”) that indicates he’s been watching and very aware of what’s happening.

Reaper insists he doesn’t need to be lectured by a kid and disappears after a few more choice words about McCree’s life choices, pulling back and giving Overwatch a victory.

It’s not much of a victory when you have both Shimada brothers wiped out and McCree emotionally shaken. Soldier’s also a bit shaken but he has to keep it together. Lucio is fucking exhausted because healing these fools and keeping up with them is exhausting.

They return to find out the Watchpoint was attacked, but no one was seriously injured. The Shimada brothers get emergency care and Chef is immediately concerned.

When Hanzo wakes up, it’s been a day or two. Genji, already functional, yells at Hanzo for being a moron. Who would be happy about him attempting to sacrifice himself like that?

This is their reconciliation scene. It’s awkward, it’s painful, but Hanzo finds himself a little lighter and not as full of regret as before.

The brothers talk a bit and Hanzo finally takes that first step toward recovery. 

Chef comes to visit, still recovering, but not unwell enough to not cook up something for Hanzo’s recovery.

Artichoke soup.

It has great sentimental value to the chef, not that Hanzo knows this, but it’s easy to consume and warm.

Hanzo’s feelings get a bit deeper.

When Hanzo gets a moment to escape the medical ward, he finds Genji chilling somewhere in the Watchpoint, humming a familiar song their mother used to sing.

They talk a bit about the past, agree that it’s a work in progress, and they’ll work through it in small steps.

SURPRISE. THIS WAS A HANZO REDEMPTION FIC ALL ALONG.

Eventually, the Watchpoint gets itself back into order.

Winston plans on announcing Overwatch’s return to the world.

Chef returns to the kitchen, now on a schedule--those who do not eat in the designated time will be dragged down to eat. This is so Chef finally has a healthy sleeping schedule.

There’s more group meals.

Hanzo and Genji have their meal together. Chef joins them for this one. D.Va’s taking pictures of Hanzo and Chef smiling at each other in that really tender way that no one’s ever seen before.

Fuck, I almost forgot: as thanks for the curry, Hanzo teaches Chef the curry recipe and they make it together.

Cue me describing my absolutely favorite curry of all time. Chewy, beautiful and fragrant short-grain rice, thick gravy that coats every grain and filled with shreds of pork and onion. Crunchy, crispy, and juicy pork katsu that is just full of flavor. Absolutely fucking delicious.

After talking with Winston and some advice from Hanzo, Chef decides to open up the kitchen and tell everyone about the secrets of the kitchen. Chef is now the master of it, after all, and shouldn’t be held back by the past.

Before that, Chef visits the vault.

The Junkers are there, sheepish at being found.

The vault contains a hydroponic plant that’s been restored with Junker technology.

This is the secret of the Cellar. An indoor, self-sustaining garden that acknowledges Gilbratar’s import issue and takes it upon themselves to create nutrient-rich and delicious ingredients.

Chef reveals the Cellar’s secrets, providing everyone with the map, talking through every room and its purpose. Overwatch debates repurposing the rooms since they will likely be moving from Watchpoint to Watchpoint once Overwatch becomes official.

It’s then that Hanzo realizes what the real treasure of the Cellar is.

Remember the dorm? Yeah. It’s heavily implied that the treasure is no alcohol or gold. It’s the chefs who serve the Watchpoint and Overwatch’s agents. The Head Chef was a huge sap for his employees, if a hard-headed sap.

Oh yeah, Coeur d’Artichaut?

McCree visits them while undercover as Joel Morricone and finds that they have a new owner: the previous Overwatch Head Chef Richard Sauveterre.

Richard sees through his disguise and grabs McCree by the neck for a cigarette break.

McCree tells him about Chef and Richard laughs at him, saying he doesn’t care about a child who left him such a huge mess to clean up. However, Richard implies that he cares very much and knows how hard Chef has been working and expresses some regret over having taught Chef in the way he has, leading to this outcome.

But Richard is happy for the chef who has now found the light.

Richard tells McCree not to tell Chef about his appearance here or else he’ll turn McCree into his “Meatload Surprise”.

Chef has come to terms with having fucked up everything, and while it’s not satisfying, does not contact Argus or Asim again except to leave an apology.

Chef has finally chosen to stay with Overwatch. 

Back at the Watchpoint, Hanzo and Chef are talking. Chef finally uses the miso that was kept in the fridge and Hanzo breaks out the cheesiest and most roundabout way of confessing:

“Will you make me this miso soup for the rest of my life?”

It’s a traditional (or antiquated) Japanese proposal, okay?

Yes. It’s something new and scary, but they’re both okay with it. Yay, the deal is sealed with a kiss.

Great. Story ends.

Nope. Epilogue.

Epilogue is two years later where Hanzo is sent with Baptiste and Mercy to go to a jailhouse. They take a car and Hanzo is dressed all business-like. Hair down, long trenchcoat on his shoulders, etc.

SURPRISE. Chef was finally arrested shortly after the end of the story for international crimes of assisting Overwatch during their time of exile, money-laundering, setting up a fake charity, and other financial related crimes.

DID YOU REALLY FUCKING THINK YOU CAN DO THIS WITH NO CONSEQUENCE?!! 

Not to say that Hanzo didn’t try to save the Chef. He tried, but Chef decided to face everything head-on. No more running away.

It’s basically a long flashback about how everything led to this.

It ends with Hanzo and chef meeting each other again, Chef jumping into Hanzo’s arms and forehead touches and kisses.

They’re finally bringing Chef home and now their relationship can really start.

[kristopherwritesstuff]

Chapter 2

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Jamison, not at all. Jesse was a bounty hunter, had been after Junkrat and Roadhog personally, at one point, so trusting him was typically out of the question, let alone becoming his friend and wanting to even have a romantic interest in the man that was willing to hand him over for a bit of coin. His attraction was stupid at best, but that didn't stop it, didn't even make it pause. His feelings didn't care that, out of everyone on the base, it would be Jesse that would be the first to betray him and break his cracked heart with disgusting ease.

It didn't care, even if he tried to, tried to give a fucking shit about the fact that what he was doing was dumb, stupid, crazy, batshit fucking insane, but every smile from Jesse, every wink and call and low chuckle, had Jamison weak in his damn knee; stomach twisting and fluttering and face too hot, even when he wasn't blushing. It was almost too much, every day of him seeing the man adding to the painful ache in his heart when he thought about the reality of things.

Because really, the reality was that Jesse wouldn't even give him a fucking glance. Wouldn't even consider Jamison Fawkes, local trash man and crazy freak, in any way other than friend, and even then Jamison couldn't help but wonder if Jesse even wanted that. He seemed like the kind of guy that was automatically friends with everyone unless you really pissed him off, and the thought of that, of Jesse only really tolerating Jamison because he had no reason to hate him, made his gut clench and his nose sting and his vision go blurry with tears in the middle of the night, when it always seemed to slip to the forefront of his thoughts. He could cry in the privacy of the dark without fear, curled up to Mako and hiding in the man's large chest, cradled like a babe while he sobbed and shivered his way through nightmares and anxiety and self hatred, but as soon as the daylight peeked through the base window, he'd just wipe his face dry and give a crooked grin and go back to his business, like nothing was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. This? This was nothing. Jamison was used to heartbreak, used to hurt and suffering and humiliation, but at least this time he didn't have to expose himself to it if he didn't want to. It wasn't Junkertown, wasn't the Outback. Jesse wasn't the Queen. He could avoid it, avoid all his fears, and he did.

Jesse didn't want him, wouldn't ever want him, and despite his blubbing and whining and pining Jamison had made peace with that fact a long time ago. He was more than content to take Jesse's affection and attention where he could get it, and anything else was a coincidental bonus. The one person who couldn't seem to understand this was Mako, for all his claimed to know Jamison better than he himself did.

"Rat."

"What?"

Mako shuffles, curling more onto his side around the slender man, head bowed down, mask off and eyes dark and gleaming in the dim moonlight streaming through the window, face a grimace with the harsh scars tearing through it. It's a sight Jamison is used to, had been for a while, but that doesn't stop him studying his face with some worry and concern in his expression. Mako ignore it; lifts a hand and gently wipes his tears away, frowning.

"Tell him."

"Roadie, don't start--"

"Tell him." He's serious, voice low and rumbling, hair tangling around his jaw and Jamison raises a (trembling) hand to pet through it, a welcome distraction from Mako's face and his thoughts and the entire conversation.

"Rat."

"Yeah, yeah, I--" He cuts himself short, swallows, shifts a little more into the warm heat of the body in front of him. "I will. Sure, mate."

There more quiet, Jamison more focused on Mako's hair than those dark, serious eyes studying him, before there's a deep sigh.

"...Go to sleep."

"Yeah."

He doesn't see Jesse for a few days, after that. He learns from Hana, the cutie with a ready grin and sweet words, that he's been sent out for the week, somewhere sunny and deadly with a few of the others, and he'd been left with a strange pit in his stomach that he'd been ignoring for the past three days. If anyone noticed his strange anxiety and jittery movements didn't comment on it, likely just saw it as Junkrat being Junkrat, and he was barely starting to calm down a little on day eight when the cowboy returns.

The first noticeable thing is his lack of arm, his metal one, his shirt simply tied at the base of his stump. There are fresh cuts stitched and bruises yellowing, fixed up by Angela and Baptiste, likely, and he has a black eye and a limp. He still grins at everyone, though, still laughs and flirts and relaxes wherever he is.

Jamison doesn't understand him at all.

Anyone else, anyone with common sense and a regular upbringing and sanity, would at least be trying to rest up and look after themselves, anyone else would listen to the blonde woman with bags under her eyes but a smile on her lips for whoever needs it when she yells at them to get their ass into bed, anyone else wouldn't be sauntering over and sitting themselves next to Jamison with a lazy grin and a cigar between their lips, arm over the back of the couch they sit on.

"Afternoon, Jamie. How ya been?" Jesse isn't even looking at him when he speaks, is too busy watching as Hana tries to both play her game while flirting with Brigette with obscure mechanical knowledge, much to the taller woman's amusement.

"...Alright." He gives a little shrug, looks up at man with a small squint. "...Ya bleeding, mate."

Jesse frowns, at that, his hand fumbling at his cheek to smear the blood across his tanned skin, and Jamison just clears his throat, glancing back over at the two on the floor, at the TV screen. Anywhere but Jesse.

"Thanks, sugar. Angela's been drivin' me mad, telling me to go rest up, like I don't have things t'do."

He wants to answer, to ask, to agree with their medic, but he can barely open his mouth when Jesse's attention is dragged away by the newcomer, just the door leading out onto the balcony closing to alert anyone it's been opened.

"Hanzo, sugar, ya look froze." His voice is light but concerned, and Hanzo just glances at him, raising a brow.

"I am perfectly fine. Was simply meditating."

"In the cold?"

"It is better than inside." There's a glint of something in Hanzo's eye, something that makes Jamison's stomach drop as the man tios his head up. "I prefer not to be distracted by the smell of blood and sweat, unfortunately."

"Distracted? If ya want a distraction…"

Jamison tunes out, after that. Curls up into himself and ignores the two men flirting, because that's flirting, blatant clear flirting in it's own weird way, and he doesn't want any part of him.

Because really, the reality was that Jesse wouldn't even give him a fucking glance, wouldn't even consider him, and Jamison had long made peace with that fact. It didn't make it sting any less, don't stop his heart aching or his tears flowing, but he'd accepted it to be true.

Not when there were guys like Hanzo Shimada around to sweep Jesse off his feet and treat him right, treat him like Jamison never could, no matter he wanted to.

No one notices him leave. No but Hana, and she's too distracted by Brigette to question it, her squealing giggles in his ear as he ducks out the room and deeper into the building. He needs somewhere to hide. Somewhere dark to curl up and hold himself. Somewhere to quietly loathe himself for, even now, having fucking hope, when it's so damn clear he is nothing and never will be anything.

He knows it. The Queen knew it, back when she had him in her clutches, just a pathetic little rat to squeak and squeal for her. Mako knows it, even if he acts like he doesn't.

Jesse must know it, too. He will, if he doesn't already.

Jamison Fawkes is nothing and deserves as much.

(I got this done super quick so,,,,,,,it's early lmao enjoy I guess)

#overwatch #junkrat #roadhog #mccree #hanzo #roadrat #highboom #mchanzo #so #kinda sad #jamison isn't happy #jamison fawkes #jesse mccree

[nerdy-flower]

Folks on AO3 seemed to like this one, so I decided to cross-post it here! Enjoy!~

Solstice

Jesse and Hanzo's wedding ceremony + Genji's best-man-by-default speech, absolutely the sappiest nonsense I have ever written.

The tile of Fareeha and Angela's master bathroom is cool beneath Jesse's dress socks as he leans closer to the mirror. A delicate touch is needed with the comb to coax his hair into the nice, slightly slicked-back look he wants without raising any cowlicks. He sings to himself, a low echo beneath the struggling air conditioner and the chaotic din of their charming cabin-type setup.

Weddings have oddly never meant much to Jesse. The slivers he remembers of his mom indicate he was born on the wrong side of the blanket. His grandfather was just a photo over the piano and a pair of boots in the hall closet, his and Gran's rings pawned to pay for something or other back then. In Deadlock, no one could afford to end up on paper, even at a drive-thru chapel out of Vegas, so relationships had to be memorialized in other, louder ways. He's been to the occasional engagement happy hour for various coworkers since, but hadn't so much as attended a wedding until Genji and Zen got hitched last year.

“Oh I'm, gonna do this ri-ight,” Jesse hums, lips sticking together as he smooths his recently trimmed, still-damp beard into tidiness. “Show you I'm not movin', wherever you go-”

“Are you done yet, Jesse?” Ana raps on the half-open door, looking like she stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. Forever classy, despite maintaining the highest kill-count in her division. She chuckles at his suit, seeing it for the first time. “Very handsome! But I thought white was only for virgins?”

“Nah, see? It's hussy white.” Jesse gestures to the cream-coloured jacket as he shrugs it on, satisfied with his face.

Ana snorts into her hand and brandishes a red rose, its stem wrapped with ribbon and baby's breath or whatever those little white things are called. “The flowers arrived, let me.”

“Thanks, Ma.” Jesse smiles warmly, sticking his chest out so she can pin the boutonniere to his lapel. “Everything goin' okay out there?”

The theme of their wedding might be “no fuss, for chrissakes” but Jesse still wants it to be a good time. Everybody had worked so hard to put this on for them. It might not be a big shindig, but he wants it to be a memorable, relatively disaster-free one.

“Of course,” Ana demures with a smile and a slow wave of her hand. “Everything's fine, nothing's on fire, these are not the droids you're looking for.”

Jesse laughs and gets an affectionate pat to the cheek before she hurries off to check on something or other. The younger Ms. Amari appears in her wake, plum-painted lips all pursed. “Get out of my toilet, I need to unfuck this eyeliner.”

“Told ya not to use your phone,” Jesse smirks, glancing at her enormous bunny slippers as they swap places. “Oh, please tell me you're wearing those for the photos.”

“I have hose on!” Fareeha gestures exasperatedly at her legs before rubbing a q-tip over her tongue. She looks real cute, all dolled up in that blue number Angie's sure to love.

Jesse shuffles down the hall in a mild fugue state, fixing his cuffs unnecessarily. He ought to be doing something, but he doesn't know what. The reception is a while away yet, that had been more his bag. He's less about ceremony and more about celebration, he supposes, but that's a bit reductive, isn't it? The faint burn of a red dragon recently inked into his upper arm is telling. He has a poetic heart, so he's told, a love for a symbol's secret meaning rather than its apparent one.

“There it is,” Gabe says behind him, Jesse turning on his heel to see Genji jogging up the stairs, a flush in his cheeks. “You alright? I heard shouting.”

“Oh yeah, just Hanzo being himself.” Genji rolls his eyes as he passes off Jesse's missing tie, nodding at him. “Do you have the lint-roller?”

“Olivia had it, last I saw.” Jesse answers, sending Genji hurrying back to the living room, hopefully to put on something besides pants and a tank top. “D'ya mind- ah, thanks.”

Gabe smiles as he leans into Jesse's space to fix his collar and tie the tie. “So, you ready to stand up in front of God and everyone and bet half your stuff that you'll love this guy forever?”

“Damn skippy I am,” Jesse laughs, watching Gabe's scarred hands work on a perfect knot. “Oh, by the way, I had Lúcio put 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' on the playlist for you two.”

“Aw, how thoughtful.” Gabe drawls, doing that fake-grin that stretches out the hole in his cheek for effect. “Are you gonna cry?”

“'Course not, we live together. There's nothin' to cry about.”

“He's gonna cry,” Jack says confidently, leaning on the banister while Gabe fixes the tie just so and steps away to grab some things. “Hana put tissues in your inside pocket.”

“You might need some, I won't.” Jesse retorts, jokingly defiant. He rocks back on his heels and takes a second to breathe. The last six weeks were a blur, but he remembers the next steps. Enter with Gabe and Ana on his arms, stand tall and look pretty waiting for Hanzo, everything else is on note-cards. Easy as pie.

“Hey.” Jesse adds after a moment's thought, and after Jack's screen-reader finishes telling him that Lulu ate her food and is doing fine at the kennel, thanks so much. “You don't feel- left out of this, do ya?”

He isn't sure what he'd do if Jack did, at this point, but it seems worth asking. Jesse's time in their patchwork family had seen him through their good times and their not-talking periods where Gabe continually said he was fine, but played way too much shitty music to mean it. His attitude had clashed with the former soldier's early and often, and at times it felt like it was him and Gabe versus Jack. He's way too old for that shit now, and the guy had paid for his GED, amongst other things in his quest to accidentally parent everyone he ran across.

“Hm? Oh, god no.” Jack breathes a laugh, folding his arms. “Honestly, I'll be happy to sit down and relax for the rest of the day.”

“You sat down the whole way here,” Gabe notes, handing Jesse his fancy shoes. “At least you got to nap.”

“I got out and pumped gas,” Jack replies, with an almost petulant cock of his head. “And do you know how boring that highway is without the scenery? I nearly lost my mind.”

“I know, I know,” Gabe scoffs, gripping the man's bicep in a manner that could be construed as loving. “And you did such a good job pumping that gas, it's what I keep you around for.”

“Hmph.” But there's an entirely fond smile with it, his fingers curling over Gabe's. Goddamn they're cute, in their black and slate suits with the little matching pocket squares. They had best not start making out at the wet bar, though that would be an improvement on Jack pretending he knows how to do the running man.

As they step out of the sliding-glass patio doors into the heady summer air, Gabe squeezes the back of his neck in what Olivia calls a 'man-hug,' though Gabe is far from the too-insecure-to-actually-hug type. “No la cagues, alright, mijo?”

Jesse snorts, knowing he doesn't mean walking down the aisle. “I won't.”

There's nothing fancy to it, not even a proper altar, just a bunch of folding chairs and a borrowed music stand  for Mondatta to set his notes on. Camping tents off to the side, lights and flowers strung through the surrounding trees, music playing softly through Lucio's speakers- a piano version of the ending credits theme to a movie they both love. But then Hanzo walks out, in the same outfit he'd tied Genji into last year, his brother on one arm and Amélie on the other. There's some shuffling and laughing over how to link elbows properly, but then their eyes meet while everyone's backs are turned and he smiles so sweet and Jesse's chest feels so full- “Oh god, he's so gorgeous.”

“Called it,” Fareeha whispers, smug as anything at his side, rose pinned to her chest and ringbox in hand. Jesse smacks her discreetly, to the amusement of the spiritual leader behind them, but can't say anything around the lump in his throat.

It's all he can do not to smooch those lips right there while Genji steps to one side and Amélie takes her seat. Hanzo takes his hands and grips tight, the afternoon sunlight doing wonderful things to his brown eyes, and it's enough for now.

“Dear friends, we gather here today to celebrate what will hopefully be only one of many happy days shared by Jesse and Hanzo. They have asked me to thank you on their behalf, for coming together to support them.” Mondatta begins, and goddamn if he doesn't sound straight out of a movie with the gravitas in his voice. Add the resplendent, silvery robes on top, and Jesse gets the draw of his speeches, and why Lena looks like she might explode whenever he's around. Dude's got charisma for days. “There are so many people who influence our lives and the paths we take, from before we are born until after we have gone. If you'll permit me a moment's indulgence, I would like all of us to close our eyes for a minute and think about those people, perhaps especially the ones who cannot be with us today. I'll keep the time.”

In the head-bent pause, Jesse feels Hanzo's hands shake minutely and he squeezes back tight. It's one thing to wonder, with gratitude and frustration, about how he got here and why. It's another to know, and speculate with all the acute pain of memory.

“Thank you,” Mondatta says, looking up from his simple wristwatch and back to his notes, a smile in his voice. “As we stand in recognition of the commitment that these two are making to each other, we acknowledge that their life together is not starting, but has already begun. They have withstood many hardships and experienced many joys that have led them to make this proclamation not lightly, but gladly, solemnly, and with great courage. In your shared life, we all wish you peace, but acknowledge the yet-unknown hardships that will test you and the bond you share. Are you prepared to take on these challenges together?”

“We are,” they manage in almost-unison, Jesse half a beat behind. Hanzo smiles at him sideways, sweat building at his temples as the sun beats down on the black cotton of his kimono.

Mondatta nods, almost cat-like in his satisfaction. “Good. Now, while you are self-sufficient adults-” Oof, that might be a stretch. “-You will still need a community to nurture you, and many hands to help you on the road ahead. So I ask all of you here today, do you pledge to support these two and the family they've created, to speak the truth kindly to them, and to lend them your strength in times of need?”

Scarcely a second passes before the air rings with “We do!” and the occasional “Hell yeah!”- even an impressive whistle from someone. Hanzo's eyes well up then, as they smile out over the crowd, though he thumbs the tears away quick as can be. Heaven forbid someone capture him having an emotion on film, Genji's quip materializes in Jesse's mind with only a sharp smirk over his brother's shoulder.

“How wonderful,” Mondatta continues, off-script and genuine. “The two will now exchange the vows they have written. Jesse, I believe you 'called first dibs.'”

Jesse's face aches from smiling while the titter dies down. He locks his eyes on his fiancé's and tries not to talk too fast. “Hanzo, you know me better than anyone else in the world and somehow, you still love me.” Muted laughter again, and an endeared chuckle from Hanzo, the same one he'll never get enough of. “You tell me all the time how I've made you a better man, but I don't think you realize that you've done the same to me and more. So, I promise to remind you of that every day, and I'll do everything I can to look after you and make sure you don't regret this, till death do us part.”

Hanzo's laugh turns wet, but his smile doesn't flag. He clears his throat at Mondatta's nod, shutting his eyes a moment to block everyone out. They had purposefully kept it short, Hanzo struggling to be sentimental in public. Even still, there isn't an ounce of hesitance in his serious, stage-worthy tone. “Jesse, I promise to always give you the best of myself, though you have often put up with my worst. I will take your family as my family, as you have already taken mine. I will work hard to make you at least half as happy as you've made me, to ensure our life together is well-lived, and I'll always draw you handsome.”

The laughter is mixed with sniffles now, one at Jesse's back and surprisingly none at Hanzo's, though Genji's glasses do nothing to hide the red in his eyes. The 'boring bit,' as their rehearsal sticky notes read, allows Jesse to catch his breath. They sign the register with their loopiest signatures, Genji and Fareeha stepping forward to do the same. Genji pours the sake for the san-san-ku-do ceremony Hanzo taught him the week before, Jesse kneading his chest afterwards. “Oof, shoulda had breakfast.”

“Do not vomit,” Hanzo whispers in that crisp, eye-narrowing tone Jesse's come to know and adore. He just snickers, though he hopes somebody remembered to make dinner rolls.

In the slim moment where the cups and bottle are cleared away, Jesse looks back. Zen's in the front row, neatly dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief, cute guy that he is. Ana is beaming, a single tear slipping down her cheek while she there-there pats a weepy Reinhardt. Gabe and Jack sit in similar tired old men poses, but their eyes tell all, Jack's arm looped around Gabe's shoulders. Torbjörn's brood takes up the two back rows, Brigitte shushing some of the younger ones as they fidget in the formal clothing they were wrestled into this morning. The rest of their friends sit rapt and smiling, leaning on each other and fanning themselves in the sticky heat. Even Amélie's smile is softer than usual.

“Now it is time for the exchange of rings,” Mondatta intones with something like giddiness, or as close as someone like him gets. He pauses so that Genji can open the box for his brother to take the ring, the glance between them speaking volumes. “Hanzo, if you would please take Jesse's hand and tell him first why you love him, second why this day is important to you.”

Hanzo obeys, having requested to go first so that he might 'maintain some dignity,' since Jesse's dignity obviously up and went a long time ago. He takes Jesse's flesh hand in his, his smile more than blue skies and sunshine to his fiancé in that moment. “I love you because you are a truly good man, one stubborn enough to love me.” Everyone gets a good laugh at that while Hanzo pushes his braid back over his shoulder. “And because I wished to show you that I'll never leave your side.”

The multicoloured band slips on with ease. They've worn them as engagement rings all this time, but slim tears still join at Jesse's chin. The levity in Hanzo's words somehow keeps the tremble from his own, but only just. Fareeha's grin is as big as his while she holds out the box, Hanzo's right hand almost fragile in the grip of his metal fingers. “I love you because you showed me that my dreams weren't anywhere near as good as reality.” Hanzo's lips pull thin at that. Who knew they'd both grow up to be such sappy bastards? “And because I wanted to prove how serious I've always been.”

The weight of Mondatta's hands on their shoulders is almost paternal, pride shining in his face as he speaks that much louder than his previous words. “What the two of you have made together, let no one unmake. You may-”

Hanzo's patience flames out exactly then. He cups Jesse's jaw and pulls him down for a chaste, but very firm and knee-weakening kiss in front of everyone they know.

***

Genji stands up and rolls his shoulders, much like their judo instructor taught them to do as boys. Lena passes him an unopened bottle of champagne (the good kind, he owes Winston a hug) with a cheeky grin. Hanzo and Jesse's thank-you speech was cute and all, but he'll never let his brother get one up on him.

“Several years ago,” Genji begins, minding his feet as he steps outside the circle of guests around the fire pit. “I agreed to go shoot pool with some weirdo I met in our dear Doctor Ziegler's waiting room, with the sole intention of getting him to stop bothering me. Spoiler: It didn't work, but at least I got him to quit calling me Shimada-san.”

That nets a laugh and Genji smiles, warmed by the setting sun and the half-finished fourth mojito in his other hand. He doesn't often drink now, beginning to fret over what medicine and addiction have done to his liver, but he's been working harder than Cinderella's mice this week and getting lit once a year never killed anybody. “Jesse and I spent a lot of time together back then, mostly eating and binge-watching stupid TV shows on a streaming account belonging to someone who shall remain nameless.” He gestures with the neck of the bottle. “But on an unrelated note, Fareeha, you should really change your passwords once in a while.”

“Son of a bitch!” Fareeha shouts from across the fire, firing a chunk of cake at Jesse which he catches and promptly eats just to spite her.

“I came to consider Jesse a good friend, one of the first I'd had in some time.” Genji keeps an edge to his smile while the crowd softens. No need to bust that emotional nut too early. “Luckily we never slept together, or this would be really awkward.”

Another chorus of giggles and snorts, the first groan of distaste from Hanzo. Perfect. “Around this time, a wild brother of mine appeared.” Genji quickly dances past the smoke, not wanting to linger on a painful point by collapsing into a coughing fit. “And in accordance with his lifelong pattern of terrible taste, developed a big fat crush on one Jesse McCree.”

“Love ya too, asshole.” Jesse smacks him on the way by, but Genji keeps going. At this point, he might need the perpetual motion to stay upright and dignified. Hanzo's eyes are trained on him, but he's not done yet.

“But unbeknownst to him, Jesse had also caught feelings,” Genji takes a sip of his drink for a brief dramatic pause. “Despite the fact that my brother is a stuck-up grouch who sucked his thumb until he was twelve.”

A proper snarl of his name sets him cackling, though Jesse is kind enough to restrain and smooch Hanzo into submission. He pushes his glasses back up, realizes he isn't wearing them, and carries on. “Jesse's approach to this situation was to drive to the other side of town every day for terrible sandwiches and a chance to glimpse his beloved's perpetually exhausted visage. Hanzo's approach was to do absolutely nothing.”

More laughter, more Hanzo grumbles. “They did finally go on a date with no insignificant amount of prodding from yours truly, but since it's their special day, I won't congratulate myself too much. Except to say, you're welcome!”

That inspires some gentle jeering aimed at the two of them, Genji bouncing back on his heels and almost slipping, gesturing with both arms. “But truly, I never expected things to turn out this way; Hanzo marrying the guy who taught me how to roll joints specifically because doing it one-handed is a pain in the ass.”

A deeper groan at that one while the others laugh and shout. “Relax, Jesse, it's not like your entire family's here or anything!” He slows his wandering to one side of the fire to avoid further swipes, lifting the bottle to draw attention to his left hand. “Being married myself now, I get to incorrectly call myself an expert and assure you that it's totally great- no, honest! Hey, I'm not here for those ball-and-chain jokes, you've all seen my husband. He's literally right over there, look at him.”

Zenyatta has been watching him with that knowing 'I will save you from yourself if necessary' look this whole time, but his posture softens noticeably, his hand on his cheek as he sits curled up on their blanket. So goddamn cute, it isn't fair.

“You already know exactly how annoying you both are, so I won't bother reminding you.” Genji grins again, lifting one finger from the stem of his drink. “Though by the same token, don't say I never warned you!

“Thanks again for letting us use your matrimony as an excuse to throw a party, that was cool of you.” He pauses for a chorus of cheers and glasses clinking, the sun nearly gone now and their friends' movements reflected in flickering shadows. “I think I speak for all of us when I say I look forward to you two enjoying a long and happy life together, and bickering like old hens when the sex gets boring.”

Another loud groan from Hanzo. Zen mouths 'be nice' at him on his way by, but Genji can tell he doesn't mean it. “Just kidding, a Shimada's stamina never dies! Don't skip physio, McCree!”

More jeering, a request from his brother to be put out of his misery. He paces again, his cheeks buzzing with laughter. “Hanzo and Jesse specifically requested no gifts- but we all ignored that and put money in the cards, right?” A beat before a series of nods and sarcastic put-offs, eliciting some whinging from the couple. “Okay good, otherwise I'd want my five dollars back.”

The laughter rises again and he speaks again before it falls, slowing the groove he's wearing into Angela's lawn. “What these two nerds don't realize is that I'm taking home the biggest gift of all, and they gave it to me without even realizing. Can anyone guess what it is?”

A few shout over each other, making Genji knit his brows together. “You guys are gross.” He smiles then, holding up his glass in proper toast. “The truth is that I've spent more time worrying about both of you than I care to say. When you two finally got serious, I was so relieved. Partly because I no longer had to listen to Hanzo's bitching, and partly because I knew I didn't have to worry so much anymore.”

Hanzo's face is rather blurry at this distance, but he can see the change in it. The way his eyes get big and how his spine straightens up. Genji's smile stretches impossibly wider. “The rest of you can laugh at this part if you want- but I honestly can't tell you how grateful I am that I get to watch you become who you always deserved to be.”

He keeps his gaze over everyone's heads because if he makes eye contact with anyone right now, he might cry and he cries super gross. “And I never thought I'd say this, but I couldn't be happier to have a new big brother.” Genji tips his glass in their direction, giggling at the odd feeling of the words in his mouth. “Thanks for sticking around, Jesse. God knows we haven't made it easy for you.”

He doesn't let more than a couple “aw's” and fond chuckles escape before interrupting, shaking the bottle as hard as he possibly can. “And on that note, congratulations! Let's get this party-”

The cork pops off suddenly, hitting the metal gutter of the porch with a spectacular bang while those nearest to him shriek and dodge the spray of foam. “Oh, whoops.”

“Trying to break my windows, are we?” Angela appears at his side with eyebrow arched, yanking him down by the tie as the others scramble up, Lúcio dashing to the DJ station he'd set up beside the bar.

“Now how was I supposed to know it would do that?” Genji giggles, filling her empty glass with flat champagne and kissing her cheek. She seems appeased as they finish it themselves, good. He's ninety-nine percent sure she could suplex him without breaking a sweat.

Hanzo and Jesse had opted out of the first-dance business because “It's embarrassing and I don't want to,” blah blah. That means Lúcio cranks the beats right from the start, to which Genji is not at all opposed. He lets Angela spin and dip him before shaking and shimmying his way to Zenyatta's side, then bouncing from person to person across the rented dancefloor like a tipsy pachinko ball.

It's not a huge group, the younger half of the Lindholm children already back at the monastery for a monk-supervised sleepover. The older half put the trampoline through its paces while the adults make fools of themselves. But damn, if there isn't a perfect energy to the night, both excitable and intimate. Emily pours him another drink and he revels in it.

Zarya ends up stealing a table to arm-wrestle any willing participants, which include his husband, who lasts an entire minute before she puts him down. Twice as long as Genji last time, he's impressed.

“You are like bamboo branch!” Zarya declares, lifting Zen's lean arm by the wrist and affectionately slapping his bicep. “Lean, but surprisingly strong!”

Zenyatta flushes, looking adorably sheepish as Gabe, Jack, Ana, Mei, and Lena clap for him and wait their turn. Genji's just about to walk up and tease the hell out of him when he feels someone grip his shoulder from behind. It's Hanzo, frowning slightly, how entirely unexpected.

“What's-” Hanzo wraps his arms around him before he can finish, his face pressed against Genji's shoulder. He can't help but laugh, though the tight embrace constricts his ribs. “Aw, two hugs in one day? You do love me.”

“Shut up,” is Hanzo's only reply, because of course it is. His eyes are doing the sad puppy thing when he pulls back. He was sort of born looking sad, but it's still concerning. “My speech at your wedding wasn't nearly as good.”

“You know, you're right! Tell you what, I'll get married again so you can do it over. Will that make you feel better?”

Hanzo scowls at him. Ah, such a nostalgic sight. “Can you stop ruining the moment for ten seconds?”

Genji downs the last of his cocktail and snaps his fingers into a point. “Nope.”

Hanzo sighs, his brow pinched like he has a headache but his eyes remain gentle, shining in the glow of the string-light canopy. He toys with the cord of his obi. “I will pay you back for this if it's the last thing I do.”

“The hell you will,” Genji huffs. “You don't have to wear that damn thing all night, you know. I didn't.”

“I like it, it's comfortable.” Hanzo insists, having not removed so much as the haori despite the heat. He folds his arms across his chest, his eyes lowered, the many piercings he chose to leave in because they were 'more attractive than empty holes' glinting slightly. His voice is barely audible when he finally speaks. “There is much I admire in you, and much I can never repay you for.”

Genji's response is stolen by the approach of Jesse. Hair askew, jacket off, and a big stupid grin on his face. “C'mere, you shit.” He hauls Genji into a bear-hug as soon as he raises his arms for it, gladly accepting it in lieu of the ones he used to dodge.

He groans as his toes leave the ground. “Ugh yes, crush me so I can skip this hangover.”

“Not a chance.” Jesse laughs, dropping him and slinging his arm around Hanzo, bending to kiss his forehead. The way he acts around him still makes Genji shake his head in disbelief. All Velcro eyes and little sighs and darlin'-honey-sugarbean's. Unbelievable.

Even more surprising is the ease with which Hanzo turns into his touch, lifts his chin to hold his gaze, lets his arm be stroked as they speak. To see his big brother smile again, watch him do the things he wants, not what he feels he must or is ordered to do- it's worth the world to him.

As he's having that realization, a certain slow song comes on and Jesse gets excited, tugging Hanzo towards the dance floor. He looks back at Genji for permission, legitimately concerned about his brother feeling ditched. Genji can't help but grab his face, squishing his cheeks and planting a smacking kiss on his forehead. “Pft, you're so cute, anija! Go have fun!”

“Ugh, don't.” Hanzo recoils from him like an angry cat before Jesse laughs and hurries him along.

He giggles and leans against the wall of Angela's house, considering asking Lúcio to put on something loud and fast after this so he can do an ill-advised handstand or twerk towards Bastion or something. No meds plus rum certainly leaves him with lots of ideas.

Zenyatta rolls up beside him then, merely smiling and setting his brakes when Genji plops himself into his lap, perhaps ten percent too confident his presence is desired there. God, he looks and smells so good. Buttoned into one of those gauzy pastel tops he prefers, features ringed with thin gold jewellery, nails painted and eyes lined in deep blue. His hand is so soft against Genji's cheek. He's beautiful. “You're beautiful.”

“And you're very warm,” Zenyatta observes, reaching for the buttons of his black vest. “Let's get this off before you overheat.”

Genji chooses comedy over tenderness, striking a pose worthy of a soap opera. “Ooh, Mister Tekhartha, are you trying to undress me?”

“Oh, you are drunk.” Zen replies, an amused statement of fact rather than a question, fixing him with a cheeky, freckle-bunching smile once he helps him out of it. “Try not to let your lips write cheques your body can't cash this time, hm?”

“I said I was sorry, I got the spins!” Genji whines in his defence, but quickly abandons that in favour of sweetly kissing Zen. He fits so perfectly in Genji's arms when he cuddles up to him afterwards, nuzzling against his temple.

“Do you want to go dance, dear one?”

Genji looks back, catching a glimpse of Hanzo tucked under Jesse's chin, Jesse's cheek on his crown, their hands clasped. With his glasses back on, their smiles are easy to see even from here. They both look so- safe, is the only word he can come up with.

“In a minute,” he murmurs, turning to share another, slower kiss with his husband in the electric night air.

#mchanzo #genyatta #background r76 and pharmercy #mchanzo fic #married mchanzo #5000+ words #shimada brothers #shimada brothers need healing

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I fucking hate Hanzo, and I hate what he has done to Overwatch.

Ok, so, I’m gonna rant about game balance for a second, and I say some angry swearwords here so if you’re not cool with that, you can just scroll by. Now, I’m not sitting here and getting mad without having a theoretical solution to the problem, so just sit for a second, hear me out, and think about it from the perspective of the healers and tanks this bow-toting fuck-wit hero has shredded within less than a second for just a moment. I’m going to explain the problem, why it’s a problem, and how it could be fixed. If you play on console, this doesn’t really apply to you. Ya’ll are a whole different ballgame than the speed of gameplay that PC reaches. Keep that in mind.

FUCK. HANZO.

He is the singular most UNBALANCED piece of shit in an already suffering game. I hate him so god damn much. The ability to INSTA-KILL is already bullshit outside of ultimates, but he is the fucking WORST with it. He's a "pseudo-sniper" who can do sniper level damage without scoping, which is one thing, but his rework and the lack of balance they’ve applied to it??? FUCK. THAT. NOISE. There is NO reason that a SNIPER should be able to 1-shot at ANY range, and by that I mean close range on top of their already extensive distance options. At least Widow has to scope in, and landing close-range shots is not easy. Ashe, same thing, although her dynamite gives her some options, but she can damage herself with it. Ana is a fucking healer. Hanzo doesnt have to zoom in, and can KILL in 1 FUCKING SHOT from ANY distance. It's BULLSHIT.  His basic attack is a fucking 1-hit KO move. There is ZERO excuse for that shit. He can RAPID FIRE arrows too with Storm Arrow! and they do MASSIVE damage! enemy DPS? full of holes. supports? already dead. Tanks? Dead in < 1 second. Fucking garbage. Ok, yes, you have to aim and shit, yeah, and it takes some amount of skill, but on PC, aiming is a tad-bit fucking easier with a mouse than it is with a controller. He can just spam arrows down a choke and the whole team can get ripped apart! He does loads of damage, and can actually MELT shields! So pushing through chokes is EXTREMELY hard when the rest of the enemy team is firing through their own. On attack, his high mobility makes it easy to drop in behind the healers, rip them apart before they have time to fucking react, and then everyone else can just come barreling through. Yes, counterplay exists in Overwatch. But hard-counters in any game are fucking bullshit and we all know it. Game-balance should allow for characters who are being countered to continue to hold up against their counters to some degree. Because it’s called BALANCE. Meaning they need to be EQUAL, in various ways. The dev team has not been doing that well at all lately, and the game has very much become a game of rock-paper-scissors. It’s not fucking fun. Using skill and teamwork to defeat your opponents in combat fairly is both rewarding and fun. Losing because your teammate is paper when the enemy chose scissors and won’t switch to rock fucking isn’t.

Hanzo isn’t countered by many, if any, heroes. Don’t fucking hand me a list of “Hanzo counters” because we’ve all seen a Hanzo main make that counter-hero look like roadkill with ease. This recreates the “Junkrat double mines” problem we had before. If you recall, when Junkrat was given two landmines in his arsenal, they did massive damage, the moment they hit the opponent. Didn‘t matter how far you were from the explosion, they did the same amount of damage as they would on a direct hit. Now they’ve fixed that, and distance from the center determines damage, but for several months, Junkrat was a highly popular pick, and fighting him... just felt unfair. For everyone. Squishies just popped instantly, and tanks went down without much of a fight.  People left the game altogether out of frustration with the lack of balance. Fighting him wasn’t fair, and there wasn’t much you could do to stop him without some serious teamwork. It wasn’t fun to fight him. People would just leave games altogether when the enemy had a Junkrat. I watched it happen. A quick comment in the chat saying “Junk is fucking bullshit” and “[player] left the game”. It was consistent, too.

Hanzo... is just that, again. It’s not fun to fight against him. There’s no real way to stop him. He’s become really popular because of this, and the more he’s played, the more skilled people become, and while yes, more skill means greater reward for any hero, it also means more unfair insta-kills on heroes who cant do anything about it, unable to fight back, in every game. It’s not fun. It just isn’t.

This isn’t helping balance changes to other heroes either.

Healers and tanks are still only seeing minor changes and adjustments (mostly nerfs), and DPS heroes are getting buffed left and right, just to put them at the same broken fucking level as Hanzo.

Maybe it’s more of the balance changes being made entirely based on the OWL, which was already a goddamn problem (very small percentage of players of extremely high skill causing devs to make gameplay changes that drastically effect everyone else), because my theory is maybe they’re trying to make games move faster, so making DPS kill everything faster while the killcam looks great for the OWL cameras... But that’s just a personal theory, and it’s probably not that.

Hanzo is continuing to be a fucking problem, and playing Overwatch, even in quickplay, where I should be able to enjoy the game casually for fun, has become frustrating. It’s not fun to die in one shot because you stepped one millimeter around a corner, or because your tank’s shield broke in a shorter time than it takes your Guardian Angel ability (as an example, since it has a 1.5 second cooldown) to recharge.

Yes, there ARE other heroes who can oneshot. Doomfist is fucking annoying, yes, I’ve heard that plenty. But at the very least, there are ways to stop Doomfist. Stuns and boops affect Doomfist, because he physically has to be in close range. Hanzo can tear you apart at ANY distance. Those things aren’t effective if you’ve already taken just one arrow and died, or if your healers have been wiped out because he climbed over a wall, and stuck a few rapid fire shots at point-blank range into their skulls.

It’s not fair, and it’s not balanced. There’s no way to kill Hanzo in a way that matters. He’ll just come right back to rip your team a new one every time. At the very least you can take a Doomfist down a few notches by being more careful, and swapping to heroes who can keep him from breaking your face. Hanzo can just... change his distance, and keep killing you. A lot of that has to do with his way-increased fire rate and projectile speed. His damage is way more consistent, and nothing else was brought down to make up for this sudden increase in overall damage output during his rework.

It’s not about skill.

“Oh I kill Hanzo-mains all the time, it’s not that hard. Just get good.” Then you haven’t been paying attention. Maybe you don’t see it, but your healers see it, and your tanks see it. Because if you’re killing Hanzo “with ease,” you’re playing DPS, and I told you at the beginning to consider it from the perspective of the other classes.

He could EASILY be balanced, that's the worst part. It would be so simple yet so effective. He’s a sniper. Reverse damage drop-off. For everyone else, the farther an attack has to travel, the less damage it does, with a few exceptions for certain heroes. This is called Damage Drop-off. Hanzo could be balanced by having the opposite applied to his attacks. The CLOSER he is to his opponent, the less damage he does. It would force the SNIPER to actually be a fucking SNIPER. It’s a simple, yet effective strategy. No more walking through Orisa’s shield to shoot her in the face. No more hopping around through Rien’s barrier to fill him full of arrows. He’d have to put some distance, and focus on his aim. It would make him require MORE SKILL, since while he still does massive damage from  distance, he can’t scope in. He can still defend himself close range with storm arrow and lord knows his wall-hacking sonic arrow could alert him to danger. He literally has a “jump away” lunge ability. He’d be fine, playing as a sniper like he was intended. He can still shoot and look around without being scoped in. Flankers will have just as hard a time getting in his face as before, except now, they might stand a fucking chance without having to have like a thousand hours on Genji or Tracer, and I don’t know, counter him in some way. Game balance is so crucial to the enjoyment of a game like Overwatch, and it has been WAY TOO LONG that this Hanzo rework has gone overlooked by the devs. 

If it isn’t fun to play AGAINST a hero, it shouldn’t be fun to PLAY that hero. The goal of a game is to have fun, but it’s not fun when you get sent to the spawn room 8 times in a row no matter what your rank is or how long you’ve been playing. It’s frustrating, and it’s one of the issues people aren’t articulating when they talk about how winning in Overwatch doesn’t feel like a victory and losing feels aggravating, and leaves you in a sour mood, even though you’re just... playing a game.

But hey, that’s my personal idea as to how to fix this hero. I’d love to hear your ideas too! I’ve had a lot of people I’ve talked about this with tell me they’d rather the devs bring back old Hanzo with the scatter arrow than leave him how he is right now. What do you think? Do you agree with my idea, or maybe the return of Scatter Hanzo? Or maybe you have another idea? Constructive criticism is totally welcome here, or feel free to just let me know if you agree or disagree. However, if your response is something like “lol umad?” or “he’s balanced. shut up.” (without any real argument) kindly fuck off. Thanks so much for reading! Have a nice day! (drink water or something, btw)

#hanzo shimada #hanzo overwatch #Overwatch #Overwatch hanzo #Overwatch balance #Blizzard #Blizzard games #blizzard overwatch

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peadpod mchanzo week day 3

[mr. krabs voice] day 3, give it up for day 3! Also, this is a college au because I’m weak for those and young mchanzo is cute

3. Secret Admirer | ao3 link |

Jesse normally wasn’t the type to get flustered. His mama had told him that since he was 4, his three defining characteristics were cute, charming, and shameless. Growing up in a loving and accepting family had given him the right ingredients to bake into that particular mix, but when his mama passed ten years after, and the collectors came after his Pa’s farm, those particular traits rotted and left a bad taste in his mouth. Cute and charming didn’t get him out of the orphanages quick enough, so he ran. At 17, before his new dads swooped in and grabbed his ass out of the fire, his gang buddies described him as quick, deadly, and reckless. It showed in his steady trigger finger, the unnerving accuracy of his aim, the lopsided smiles and toothy smirks. But all the swagger and confidence from his misguided teenage years were particularly missing from his mug shots; a single heist inevitably gone wrong, most of his ‘family’ dead yet again, and half a missing arm later were enough to sober him entirely.

His new dads….they tried not to define him. When they got to him, he was hollow. Quiet. Sad. As hardened war vets, they’d seen some shit, so they knew a little bit in dealing with what Jesse had gone through. They brought Jesse home with them after a grueling two years in court, though Jesse never did get a clear reason why. Gabe told him that he’d seen something in Jesse. Jack joked that he was blind, so he just went along with whatever Gabe saw. They helped heal him by letting him be, doing the opposite when his mistakes hit him hard and left him gasping at night, and encouraging him to believe in himself just as fervently as they did.

Now, at 24, GED under his belt and close to graduating with a bachelors in investigative journalism, Jesse had proudly improved upon his mama’s words. Cute turned into roguishly handsome, his shamelessness transformed into easy-going confidence, and his charming demeanor- well, that was a welcome fixed trait. But despite the fact that no one had ever called Jesse smart aloud, he wasn’t dumb. Any smart person could see that there was more to the man than a cowboy hat and smiles, and that you didn’t get a prosthetic arm and criminal record by riding a horse (unless, of course, you were a bandit from the 18th century). Even dumber people didn’t know what to make of Jesse, most of the time caught off guard when it turned out he wasn’t a complete idiot. In conclusion, no, Jesse didn’t think he was desirable in the long-term, romantic sense of things, despite his many trysts and conquests, so he put it out of his mind.

At least, that was the case, until the fourth flower delivery.

“Again, Reeha?” Jesse asked, face hot as she dropped a sunflower in his hands. “You’re not doing this as a joke right?”

His RA leant against the open doorway of his dorm with crossed arms and snorted. “I’m a college student, Jes. Flowers are expensive. If I wanted to prank you, I could just put a bucket on your door.”

“Zero points for creativity.” He responded, thumbing the back of the card attached to it. He flipped it over, getting significantly redder at the note.

Fareeha snickered. “What’s it say, loverboy?”

Jesse knew she wasn’t going to leave until he told her (she hadn’t for the last two deliveries) so he cleared his throat and read. “‘You are as brilliant as when the sun rises, you bring me warmth as its beams do. Your smile is just as bright. Thank you for existing.’”

“Aw, Jesse.” Fareeha gave him a genuine, wide smile. “Whoever that is has really lost it over you.”

His chest fluttered. “Nah, this is- it’s a joke. Someone here has just got a sick sense of humor.” He looked back to her. “Do you have any idea who it might be?”

“Jes, half the people on this floor are pretty much into you,” she responded, rolling her eyes. “It’s the cowboy hat, probably.”

Jesse chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Wait ‘til I bust out the chaps, that’ll get everyone hot and bothered.”

“It sounds genuine, though,” she said, frowning at his tone. “You’ve just gotta put your degree to use. Do some investigating.” She clapped his shoulder and stood up. “You’re good at that.”

The wheels in Jesse’s head started turning. “Do you know who puts ‘em on your desk?”

Fareeha shrugged. “Satya brings them in from the mailroom, and I’ve asked her who delivers them there, but she says she doesn’t know. Just that there’s a sticky note to have them brought to you.”

“Huh.”

After a bit more brainstorming, Fareeha waved her goodbye and left Jesse in his door, flower clutched in his good hand. He went inside, thumbing the soft petals gently, a plan developing in his head.

He was going to find whoever this was.

“Maybe they do not want to be found.”

Jesse snorted into his coffee. He and Hanzo were seated in the campus coffee shop, taking a break from an especially grueling math homework session. Jesse had first met him in his second semester Research Writing class, which, much to Jesse’s surprise and Hanzo’s embarrassment, the other man was failing. Their professor had insisted Hanzo visit Jesse for tutoring (which, up until his junior year, he did as a work-study student), and the two hit it off. The pair (sometimes with the addition of Hanzo’s younger brother) met up regularly for study sessions, finding that they worked well together despite their differing majors.

Jesse raised his brows. “Then why do they send them in the first place?”

“Perhaps they get off on buying flowers for cowboys,” Hanzo smirked.

“Gross Han,” Jesse laughed, wrinkling his nose. Hanzo smiled and Jesse felt his insides warm, a pleasant syrupy feeling in his gut.

This….thing he started feeling for Hanzo wasn’t a new development. He only needed to spend four months in Hanzo’s presence to become infatuated, though he ignored it for the most part, reasoning that shallow appreciation for an attractive man was nothing worth exploring. Then the man got a haircut, pierced himself up, changed his major to what he was actually passionate about, and Jesse’s heart was a goner. What he felt was honestly too childish to be called a crush and the other option scared the hell out of him, because even after knowing Hanzo for 2 years, he still had trouble figuring out if the man was seriously flirting or not.

“But really,” Jesse continued, “it seems a bit….I don’t know. Weird.”

Hanzo raised a brow. “You do not enjoy the attention?”

Maybe if it was from you, Jesse thought unhelpfully. “‘S not that, it’s just….I never thought I’d get romanced like this. Flowers.” He chuckled. “What’s next, chocolates? A full bouquet?”

Hanzo’s eyes got that strange glint in them Jesse had been noticing lately. “Is that something you would like?”

“Oh, hell no, that’s a bit much to be coming from a stranger,” Jesse said. He leant forward. “You got any idea who it could be?”

Hanzo’s face fell flat. “You have many admirers, Jesse. Many find you attractive, you know this.”

“You sayin’ I’m good looking?” He teased, smiling at Hanzo’s eye roll.

“I am saying,” Hanzo smirked, “Many people lack taste.”

Jesse barked a laugh. “Right where it hurts, Han. Your aim is unerring.”

“You just make it too easy,” he replied. “Speaking of,” he tapped his notebook, “we should finish these equations.”

Jesse groaned. “Easy for you, Mr. Math Major. Some of us are better with words than numbers.”

“Oh, I am well aware of that,” he chuckled. “But why you would choose a math course for your last elective if you hate it so much is beyond me.”

Jesse just smiled. “I like a challenge.”

The fifth flower arrived during Jesse’s investigation. He made his way down to the dorm mailroom, deciding to ask Satya herself if she knew anything essential.

She scoffed at Jesse’s question, putting her cell phone down. “Why would I keep the sticky notes? They are trash once their duty is fulfilled.”

Jesse sighed. There went his first lead.

“Okay,” he said. “But did you get a look at the handwriting? Was it neat? Messy?”

Satya considered the question. “Well….all of them were written in capital letters.”

“Hm.” Jessed hummed. “And….no one else gets flower deliveries?”

“Not that I have seen, no.” She smirked slightly, picking her phone back up. “It seems you have a secret admirer, McCree.”

He sighed again, pink in the face. “Seems that way.”

It didn’t help much, but he thanked her anyways, heading out into the hall. He closed the mailroom door behind him and exhaled, exasperated. He didn’t really think that asking about the sticky notes would help, but it was the first thing that came to his mind to check. He stepped forward- and almost tripped when he realized there was something on the ground in front of him. His heart pounded when he bent down to look closer.

“No way,” he breathed, picking up the single pink rose. He straightened quickly, looking to his left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of someone, anything, but the hall was empty save for himself and the dorm event bulletin board. He looked to the card and laughed softly.

“They did not have red ones, so I hope you are fine with pink. It reminds me of the times you are silly, blushing and happy. I wish you many more moments like that.”

Jesse would’ve written the secret gifts off as insincere if they’d called him sexy or complimented his ass, but the notes were always heartfelt and profound. The first, paired with a camellia, had regaled his beauty, declaring that “the depths of which are rivaled only by that of the oceans.” The second, attached to a sweet smelling gardenia, paid homage to his intelligence; “an incomparable mind” and “a smart mouth to match a smart man.” The third came with a red carnation, calling him kind-hearted and wonderful; “you inspire me to be my best.” The strangest part was that each delivery had happened in the span of a single month, each floral arrival erratic and unpredictable. The timing made little sense too: February was three months ago, and his birthday was in December. Jesse brainstormed the motivations himself but decided that they were 100% genuine, the other option being that it was an elaborate prank before grad. Most of his friends were too busy with finals or too short on cash. Jesse trudged back to his room, placing the flower in the same vase near the window as the previous ones and the note in the small ornate box on his desk that held the others, deciding to enact the next part of his investigation the following weekend.

Now, Jesse usually liked Genji, considered him a brother even- but right now, he felt like throwing him to the wolves. The green-haired bastard was cackling loud enough to draw the attention of almost everyone in the coffee shop to their small corner; he found Jesse’s floral predicament particularly funny. Jesse looked to Hanzo for help, but the man just gave him a toothy smile and shrugged.

“So, you have no idea who it could be?” Genji asked, after having calmed. “Not a single inkling?”

Jesse’s eyes flitted briefly to Hanzo (he immediately squashed that hope down, Hanzo didn’t seem like the flower giving type) before he turned to Genji. “I wouldn’t be askin’ for your help if I did, ninja.”

“Some investigator you are,” Genji snorted.

He pointed to him. “Hey now, I just haven’t finished looking around yet. I’ve got a plan.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Hanzo spoke, sounding amused.

“Well,” Jesse started confidently, settling back into his seat,” it’s gotta be someone on campus right? And the flowers gotta come from somewhere. So I sussed out the location of every flower shop in the area- which there are three of, by the way- and I plan on bringing the notes and asking around. They’re bound to know something.”

Genji hummed appreciatively and Hanzo balked.

“How do you know they didn’t order them in advance? Or that they would remember their patrons?” Genji gave his brother a weird look at the question while Jesse chuckled.

“No one has the time for advanced orders during finals. Plus, it seems like these gifts were a last minute kinda thing, because there’s no pattern to the delivery times. And if my hunch is right,” Jesse leaned forward conspiratorially,” it’s probably someone I know.”

Hanzo’s face seemed to go through a myriad of emotions before smoothing over into a blank expression. “You truly are intelligent, then.”

“I know,” Jesse grinned cheekily, feeling proud.

Genji let out a choked noise at something and stared incredulously at Hanzo. Then at Jesse. Then back to Hanzo.

“Jesse. You really can’t guess? Really?” Genji’s eyes were pleading.

Jesse furrowed his brow. “If you know something I don’t, the help is appreciated.”

Genji muttered something in Japanese and stood up suddenly, grabbing his bag. “No. I don’t know anything, apparently. If you will excuse me, I’m going to go somewhere else before I throw up.” He turned a devious smile to Hanzo, who sat uncharacteristically frozen. “I will talk to you later, brother.” Then he was gone.

“Well, that sounded foreboding,” Jesse commented to a strangely flushing Hanzo. “Did you catch what he said under his breath?”

“No,” Hanzo answered quickly. He stood up too. “I- I have to go. Satya needs my help with a project.”

“Oh.” Jesse sat back disappointed. “Okay. See ya later, then.”

Hanzo gave him a tense smile before he hurriedly departed. Finals week, Jesse decided, was a bitch.

The sixth flower was thankfully delivered in person.

He woke up that morning feeling motivated, ready to find the mystery person behind the roses. His trip to the first floral shop wasn’t what he expected, considering it closed down 5 years ago and sat on the side of the road as a sad, dilapidated building (thanks, Google)- but he wasn’t deterred. The second shop, however, didn’t yield satisfactory results either. He showed the owner the notes, and much to his embarrassment, she said that they didn’t even use the same cards or ribbon as the ones the stranger gave him.

“Whoever it was probably made them themselves,” she said, eyes twinkling. “That’s so sweet!” Jesse mechanically nodded his agreement, said his thanks, and left feeling flustered at the situation all over again. Handmade note cards. Maybe they really didn’t want to be known.

So found Jesse on his way to the last floral shop- Bastion’s Bouquets- and losing all semblance of hope. He pushed the door open, bell ringing overhead, and was instantly assaulted by the sweet aroma of flora.

Flowers ranging from roses to calla lilies to desert flowers crowded on shelves that stretched to the ceiling. Long vines and leaves from medium sized palms and ferns leaned over Jesse’s head as he traversed deeper into the store, reaching the counter. It was colorful, and wonderful, and Jesse began to wonder if he was in the wrong line of work at the sight of a bright pink bougainvillea trailing along the wall behind the cashier’s desk.

“Howdy,” he called to the empty space in front of him, resting his hands on the wood. “Anybody in?”

A clatter of noise and a curse responded. Then, in a strange accent:

“Be right out!”

Jesse took to looking around as he waited, exclaiming in pleased surprise as he found a small bird hiding among a gorgeous display of hyacinths. It chirped quietly as it settled in Jesse’s outreached hand and fluffed its wings. Jesse cooed and it tilted its head, chirping louder as he rubbed a finger down its back.

“Ganymede, stop begging for attention. The name is Torb, what can I do for you, son?”

Jesse turned to find a short- very, very short- man behind him. He had a mechanical arm, a fake eye, and was wearing a pink apron with the store name and a cartoon robot on the front. Jesse immediately liked him.

“Ah, well, ya see,” he muttered, struggling to get the notecards out of his back pocket with his prosthetic, not wanting to jostle the bird. “I got- aha! I got these cards along with a bunch of different flowers over the past month and was wondering if they were ordered from you, or if you remembered who ordered them.”

Torb took the cards from Jesse’s hand, sifting through them. His ears grew hot as the short man chuckled and raised a brow at him.

“Sounds like someone really likes you, eh?”

Jesse cleared his throat, cheeks flaming. “I mean, it could be a prank. Haven’t gotten rid of that possibility.”

Torb laughed harder and handed the cards back to Jesse. “I, for one, think you should throw that thought out the window. What were the flowers?”

Jesse told him and Torb rubbed his chin.

“Well,” he started. “We do carry all of those.”

Jesse felt a surge of hope.

“But carnations, camellias and roses are popular ones, and we haven't sold any sunflowers recently. I would remember that.” He gave Jesse a sympathetic look. “‘M sorry lass, I can’t help you there.”

Jesse’s stomach plummeted and he sighed. Ganymede chirped softly and flew away to the back room, probably to eat or sleep. He looked at Torb imploringly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are there any other flower shops around here that have the same selection you do?”

Torb shook his head. “Afraid not. Otherwise, we would be out of business.”

Jesse nodded and said his thanks, ready to give up when Ganymede came flying back out, a small slip in her talons. She landed on Torb’s shoulder and dropped the paper into his open hand.

“Ah! That’s right, it almost slipped my mind!” He said, reading through it. He looked back up to Jesse with a toothy grin, waving around what looked like a receipt. “Seems I was wrong. There is one other place that carries the same selection we do, though it only orders a small amount from our stock.”

The supermarket. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

Jesse had walked by the flower freezer in there every time he shopped, but he never paid it enough attention for its presence to register in his head. He ran hurriedly from Torb’s shop to the market a few blocks over, hope swelling. It was getting late, the sun almost finished setting, and he knew the store was going to be closed in a couple of hours. He would get in there, and he would- well, he would look and- huh.

Jesse slowed to a jog, coming to a stop in front of the store. He frowned, realizing he had no plan. What would he do? Rather, what could he do? Too many people went in and out, and it’s not like a chain market would take note of each customer that bought sunflowers. He swallowed, feeling his hope shatter yet again.

He could….stake the place, he guessed. But his admirer obviously knew what he looked like, and loitering was still considered a crime. He was about to walk inside, maybe buy some booze and drown in it, when a voice ripped him from his thoughts.

“Jesse?”

He turned to his right to find Hanzo, looking as attractive as ever in his dark jacket and jeans, with a comically stricken expression on his face.

Jesse wondered what was wrong, until his eyes zeroed in on the package in his hands, and he sucked in a breath.

A bouquet of roses.

Hanzo held the flowers in a tight grip, an entire bouquet of expensive red roses, and Jesse, tired and emotionally charged at the sight, blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“You get off on buying flowers for cowboys?”

Hanzo turned red and made an audible noise in the back of his throat, taking a step backward, away from him.

He’s gonna run, Jesse suddenly realized, and he raised his hands in apology, a hysterical laugh bubbling in his throat at the relief he felt that it was him, at what this situation had come to.

“Hanzo,” he laughed, slightly breathless, and the man took another step backward. Jesse took a large step towards him and fought down another laugh. “Hanzo, wait.”

“I did not think you would find my affections funny,” he said, looking and sounding hurt.

Jesse sobered instantly, realizing what was at stake, and took those last few steps to reach him. “Hanzo, wait no, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just- this whole time?” He reached for Hanzo’s free hand. “You could’ve just talked to me, hon.”

“I am not good with words,” he responded, looking anywhere but at Jesse. “I know it is childish, but Genji told me that you had never had a serious relationship before, and with you leaving in two months for that job in Gibraltar, I just….”

He sighed, searching Jesse’s eyes. “I wanted to make sure you at least knew that someone cared for you, in that way….still cares.”

Jesse’s heart pounded and he gripped Hanzo’s hand tighter, not knowing what to say. He had Hanzo right where he had wanted him since he first saw him, and he was speechless.

“Okay, here’s the thing.” Jesse decided to lay it all out. “I’ve been in love with you for almost a year now, and if you’re willing, I’d like to try. Gibraltar or not, I’ve been absolutely hopeless for you. If you’ll have me.”

Hanzo lowered his burning face and heaved a deep, shaky breath. Then, he looked up and pressed the bouquet to Jesse’s chest, a small smile making its way onto his face. Jesse held the flowers there with his prosthetic, face burning.

“You said that you wouldn’t take a bouquet from a stranger and I was actually going to give these to you in person, when I found the right thing to say.” He pressed himself closer to Jesse. “I do not have a card this time, so I apologize.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Jesse breathed, moving his hand to the small of Hanzo’s back, the roses crinkling between them. “What were you going to say?”

“I love you, too.” Hanzo leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Jesse’s lips, and Jesse brought him even closer, closing his eyes, Hanzo and the scent of roses overtaking him.

After he and Hanzo made their way back to the dorms, the roses (a bit crumpled, but still whole) found their way into the vase near the window, the other flowers pressed safely into a textbook. And when Jesse finally left to Gibraltar, Hanzo sent him off with his seventh- a snapdragon that Jesse snuck in his carry-on. The message on the notecard was pretty much the same as the last one, but it didn’t make him feel any less flustered and happy.

I love you. Come back soon.

#mchanzo #peapodmchanzoweek #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #fluff #writes #this is LATE but i was so tired and couldn't write i am sorrryyr

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Among Us!AU

This was supposed to be a simple mission. Come onto an abandoned space station and commandeer it. It was a spooky place that had definitely seen better days. For the past few days, you and the rest of the Overwatch crew who were able to come ran around fixing odds and ends on the station to get it to a habitable level.

But strange things had begun to happen. Lights going out at odd times. Sudden oxygen depletion. It had gotten to the point that you all had no choice but to wear your suits at all times, unsure when you’d all be thrown into a life-threatening situation or sucked into the cold vacuum of space. 

Then the first body appeared: Zenyatta.

Winston was on cameras when it happened. A humanoid shadow off screen sliced Zenyatta in half, destroying his processor. It was precise and quick. By the time Winston had called an emergency meeting, the perpetrator was nowhere to be found. 

It made everyone uneasy. Genji was understandably upset, threatening to unmask everyone in vengeance. It was Hanzo, surprisingly, who talked him down from it. It didn’t keep Genji from retaining his promise: anyone suspected of being the killer will be felled by his sword. 

But it set the stage for your daily meetings now. 

Everyone had to account for themselves and others. No one could trust the other. Winston’s vague description of ‘someone in a suit’ could have been any of them. As much as no one wanted to believe it, they could only suspect themselves--there was no one else with them, was there? 

There was too much to do to travel in large groups. In the end, everyone was assigned pairs. If anyone got hurt, the other could signal or provide assistance. There is safety in numbers.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of this.” 

“I hope so.” 

You checked your holotablet for tasks. They didn’t look very different from the previous day’s. 

“I’ll be right outside.” 

“Thanks, Genji.” 

He nodded at you before pulling the curtain. 

The isolation, though thin, made your skin prickle. If something happened to Genji, you don’t know how you’d face Hanzo. He was a scary guy on a normal day, but you didn’t want to see him mad. 

As quick as you could, you stripped off the suit and stepped onto the scanner.

Once a week, everyone had to do a scan in the medbay to send data back to Earth. Athena and Angela monitored everyone’s health from one of the Watchpoints back home and sent back recommendations. Zenyatta was supposed to receive them, but now…

You pressed a button and the scanner came to life. The worst part about doing this was the waiting. The quiet hum only made the silence stretch into anxiousness. It’s only when the beep came that you could feel relief. 

You yanked on your suit, nearly tearing it in your haste. It’s dangerous to leave yourself exposed for so long. If it weren’t protecting you from the elements and potential catastrophic reactor meltdowns, you’d keep it off--it just weights down your limbs and feels too constricting, more so than necessary. 

“All done?” came Genji’s voice from the other side. 

You pulled back the curtains, managing a relieved smile at the sight of Genji and his bright green suit. “Yeah. Your turn.” 

“I did mine two days ago,” he said, waving you off. “Where to next?” 

“I, uh.” You pulled out your holotablet, but in that instant, the lights went out. You took a step back and bumped into something not hard enough to be a wall. Fear nested in your throat. “Ge-Genji?”

“I’m here.” Even through the suits, you could feel the rumble of his voice. “Don’t worry. I’m here.” 

Unconsciously, you smiled. That’s right. Genji, for all the jokes and his whimsical nature, was a reliable person. He would definitely protect you. 

“Should we go check the breakers and fix the lights?” you suggested, putting the holotablet away. 

“The others are likely closer. It is safer here.” 

You felt him shift behind you and then the sound of a sword unsheathing. The sound made your stomach clench unpleasantly. Fear began to filter into your veins. What if Genji was the person--what if Genji killed Zenyatta--what if he did it and acted angry so no one would suspect him? 

The speculation made you dizzy. 

“Be still,” he said. He held his katana in front of you, the faint green glow of his katana granted you both some extra visibility. It only made the visuals through your mask more frightening. Everything was cast in an eerie light. “I will protect you.” 

Just those words were enough to calm the nervous beating of your heart. Right. Genji couldn’t possibly be the killer or whatever was in this place. You could trust him, you assured yourself. You kept that line of thinking up even after the lights returned. 

As soon as they do, the signal for an emergency meeting goes off. 

At this rate, you’ll never get your tasks done. 

Exchanging a sheepish look, you and Genji made your way into the meeting room. 

Two by two, everyone came filing in, the colored spacesuits adding life to the dreary room. Cyan and Blue--Mei and Hanzo. Red and Gray--McCree and Fareeha. Yourself and Genji. Black, Orange, and White--Winston, Torbjorn, and Soldier: 76 are already in the room. 

You breathed a sigh of relief seeing everyone accounted for. Every time the call for an emergency meeting went off, you feared the worst. Everyone else must have been thinking the same. Mei held a hand to her chest, visibly breathing out a sigh of relief upon counting all the members. 

“So, what’re we in for?” McCree asked. 

“Head count,” Torbjorn offered gruffly. “Makin’ sure you all still got ‘em.” 

Soldier waved him off and pressed his hands against the table. “Where was everyone when the lights went off?” He pointed at McCree and Fareeha. “Report.” 

“We were both takin’ care of the trash.” 

And though Fareeha may not have said it loud enough to hear, her voice still came through the mic sets, “And there was a shit-ton of it.” 

Ignoring that, Soldier then pointed at you and Genji. 

"I was doing the medbay scan," you said. “Lights went out as soon as I finished.” 

Genji nodded. "I can confirm, I was there."

With your alibi established, they moved onto the next person until all alibis were heard. Everyone's worried expressions visible through the small window of their suits. You were, too.

Winston raised his hand as though to adjust his glasses, but bumped into his helmet instead. He gave a little laugh before he cleared his throat. “Right. With that out of the way, we have some new information. It appears to be some sort of lifeform that is able to, ah, control people.”  

Blue’s head--Hanzo--snapped up. “Control people? How?”

“We don’t know. There is simply not enough information to determine whether this life form kills and takes over the body, in essence, replacing them, or if it is simply controlling our bodies and leaving the victim alive.” 

Mei put both hands over her helmet where her mouth would be. “Does that mean the person might not even know they’re the killer?” 

“It’s quite possible. But again,” Winston rushed to say before the clamor in the room could reach unrestrainable levels, “we simply do not have enough information to work off of. We are still not dismissing the possibility of an outsider. And absurd as it may sound, maybe even a shapeshifter.” 

The last part fizzled out as though the communicator didn’t want to relay such a nonsensical theory. But it would be entirely possible. In that case, no one would know who to trust. 

“We again recommend keeping your partner in your sights at all times, if possible. Notify the rest if you suspect anything suspicious. You are all dismissed. Please continue with your tasks.” 

There was some hesitation before the groups dispersed, everyone whispering to each other. You and Genji were no different. 

As you did your tasks, you both pondered the nature of whatever it was you were facing. A shapeshifter? A doppleganger? A parasitic creature? Whatever it was, Genji swore to put it at the end of his blade. 

By the time you were done with your tasks, it was ‘night’. Even with Genji helping, there were just too many things to be done in the station. It’s a given considering just how long it has been abandoned, but you really didn’t expect this much work out of it. 

Even Genji requested for a short break. 

“I’ll get us some tea,” you offered. The cafeteria was just a short ways away from your rooms anyway. You’re sure nothing will happen in the meantime. 

“Thank you.” The fact that Genji didn’t even try to offer to come with you only gave away just how exhausted he must be. With the death of his master and now being suspicious of everyone on the space station, you couldn’t even imagine. 

The cafeteria was huge and so very empty. Dying here would probably be the worst way to go. If you couldn’t find the perpetrator, were you all going to die in space where no one could hear you scream or mourn your death? Where you’d have to be thrown out into the empty embrace of space without ever returning home? 

You shook yourself free of the oncoming existential crisis, grabbing two mugs and some stale teabags from the cabinets. You had to focus on the tasks at hand. Tasks make the day go by faster. And the faster the days went by, the faster you could all get the hell off this space station and go home where you didn’t have to suspect your fellow teammates of being shapeshifting, human-eating aliens—

“You’re alone?” 

You shouted, nearly jumping out of your skin. You spun around and there was Gray--Fareeha. Your eyes darted back and forth. When did she sneak up on you? 

“Fareeha! Um. What brings you here?” 

“Where’s your partner?” she asked suspiciously, crossing her arms. Her tone immediately sent goosebumps up and down your skin. 

“He wasn’t feeling all himself, so he’s resting. I’m making him tea,” you said quickly.  

“You’re not supposed to move without each other.” 

“I know, I just thought--you know, we’re just across the hall.” 

She sighed in exasperation. “I can’t believe you. I’m coming with you until you have your partner back. Safety in numbers, right?” 

You smile weakly. “Right.” 

She waited patiently for you to finish making the tea and then nodded at the doorway even though no one was there. “Jesse. Let’s go.” 

From behind the wall, McCree came out and gave you the tip of a phantom hat. “Escort mission, eh?” 

“Hey, McCree.” 

“Howdy. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” He bowed dramatically at you, sweeping his hands at the door. “After you.” 

Even in such tense situations, he hasn’t lost his flair. You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.” 

No sooner did the three of you step outside the room did the lights go out. 

Fareeha growled. “Again!?” 

“Guess we gotta go fix the lights.” 

Someone--probably Fareeha--grabbed your wrist. “Wha—?”

“Gotta go fix the lights first. Then we bring you back to your partner.”  

You could only follow whoever was pulling at your hand, unable to see more than just a few inches beyond your helmet. You don’t even know where you’re going or how they’d know where they were going for that matter. 

But eventually, the grip on your hand disappeared. The sounds of footsteps faded away. In fact, everything faded away. No lights, no sound. Nothing. It was as though the vacuum of space was condensed onto your being, reality slipping away from you in inches. 

The sound of a buzzer snapped you back into reality like a bubble popping. The lights were back on. You were standing in front of Genji’s room, on the other side of the cafeteria where you exited with your cups of tea. You looked around. How did you get here? Odd. You felt odd. You felt...full. Satisfied?

A voice--Soldier’s voice--crackled in your suit’s headset, choked up and reluctant.

“Dead body found. It’s...Fareeha.”

---

In case it’s not incredibly clear, which it isn’t, you’re the imposter and Genji isn’t. I’ve also only played the game a handful of times and watched a dozen youtube videos on it.

Originally it was supposed to be revealed that it’s Reaper who is controlling you ala symbiote-style. If I included it, I thought it would end up being a multi-chaptered thing and I wasn’t ready for that. But to tie up loose ends, Reaper was turning off the lights via your tablet without you noticing. Genji is sus of you. Everyone is sus of Genji. You were able to do the medbay scan because Reaper was in your suit which you took off.

#my writing #among us!au

[nitewrighter]

Do you have any Mchanzo fluff? Love the way you write Nite,がんばり続ける❤💙

Thank you!!! I hardly ever get requests for them and I’ve been meaning to continue my “Hanzo on the Watchpoint” fics.

…I guess this is less “Fluff” and more of “Two Grown-ass dudes realize they have a lot in common in regards to their fucked up lifestyles and weird combinations of flightiness and devotion to their families.”

This fic takes place after Take 2 but before A Conversation.

—-

It was 2230 hours, and the Watchpoint was in the midst of shutting down for the night. The mess hall was cleaned up and locked up. The training grounds were dead silent. Bastion and Orisa were running their evening patrols, ever the vanguards with Omnics not needing sleep. Mercy was still hard at work in her lab, of course, with Genji hanging around and helping drain her coffee to make sure she made it to bed at a semi-human hour as he was wont to do. Sleep, however, was a precious resource on the watchpoint, and one the agents of the reformed Overwatch had to take advantage of when they had the chance, and they were more than happy to with the previous night’s interruption.

After a lengthy tour of the Watchpoint, Hanzo was relieved to see his sleeping arrangements weren’t in a cell like the night before, however his new arrangements he also found questionable. 

Hanzo folded his arms, staring at the bed. “Is this really necessary?” he said, looking up from the bed.

“Somethin’ wrong with it?” said McCree, leaning against the wall next to the stairwell, “I mean you could ask Genji and the doc if you could crash on their couch–I’d love to see the Doc’s reaction to that.”

Hanzo remembered the coldness in Mercy’s eyes and the tautness of her voice from earlier that day and suppressed a shudder. “No, no I am willing to sleep down here.”  He gave a skeptical glance to another bed in the opposite corner of the Watchpoint dormitories, the walls surrounding it plastered with newspaper clippings and a tattered ‘Six Gun Killer’ poster.

“’Fraid that bit’s non-negotiable,” said McCree, walking over to his own bed, “Me being your probationary agent all. Plus I’ve already been sleeping down here.”

“Is there a reason for that?”

“Watchpoint apartments didn’t feel right. Felt like I’d just trash the place on my own, to be honest,” said McCree with a shrug.

“Also minimalist. Easy to leave if you have to,” said Hanzo, glancing over at the few possessions McCree kept near the bed.

“Well y’know, if the Watchpoint itself ever gets compromised..” said McCree.

“You also positioned it so that you have a clear vision of the exits,” said Hanzo.

“Well that’s just common sense,” said McCree.

“…You’ve been on the run as well,” said Hanzo, looking over at McCree.

“I did mention the bounty on my head earlier, didn’t I?” said McCree.

Hanzo blinked. “To be honest, I had forgotten. I was just… noticing the signs,” said Hanzo.

“There go the backhanded compliments again,” said McCree folding his arm.

“You picked a dormitory where you were able to act the quickest when there was an infiltrator,” said Hanzo.

“Well you were the infiltrator,” muttered McCree.

“First to defend it, but easiest to leave it,” Hanzo said a bit mindlessly.

“Did I ask you for a psychoanalysis based on my sleeping situation?” said McCree, folding his arms.

“Should we not get to know each other if you’re going to be my ‘probationary agent?’” Hanzo arched an eyebrow.

“Well you could ask, like a normal person. Not play Sherlock Ass-Holmes.” McCree muttered under his breath before walking over to his own bed and taking off his hat and serape.

“You’re going to sleep already?” said Hanzo.

“Well as you recall, last night someone got everyone on the watchpoint up at three in the goddamn morning so he could attack two of our agents and yell at the rest of us like a nutjob. Orisa’s fine, by the way, thanks for asking.”

“The security drone?” said Hanzo.

“Her name is—Ugh,” McCree rubbed his forehead. “We’re all just background noise to you, ain’t we? You’re just here so you can stop kicking your own ass over Genji, and then you’re going to dip, and us, the people who care about Genji, the people Genji cares about, mean jack shit–That’s the deal, ain’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Hanzo’s voice was low.

“Well, figure it out before you hurt him again,” said McCree, taking off his shirt.

“I will try,” said Hanzo. McCree’s back was to him as he undid his belt, set the belt aside, and unceremoniously shuffled out of his pants. Hanzo noted the point on his arm where the metal of the prosthetic ended and the remains of his organic arm began. An image flashed in his mind of the bloody stump of Genji’s arm, the red stain eking across the tatami, the sound of Genji struggling to breathe echoed in his ears. Panic clawed at the interior of Hanzo’s chest. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. Run. He had to run.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer,” said McCree. Hanzo was suddenly thrust back to reality, his breath catching in his throat. McCree was standing in front of him in just a tank top and a pair of briefs and Hanzo immediately cast his eyes downward from the sheer whiplash of his mental image and the physical one before him.

“Sorry, I was just… thinking,” said Hanzo. He gestured at McCree’s arm. “How did that happen?”

McCree looked at his own prosthetic arm. 

“It was during the disbandment,” he said with a shrug, “Pretty shortly after I ditched… I guess maybe a part of me was still assuming I’d have a team at my back when… I didn’t,” he brought his arm down, “But that was on me.”

“I’m sorry,” said Hanzo.

“Eh. I’m pretty used to it at this point,” said McCree. 

McCree didn’t seem to want to go further into details than that, so Hanzo let the subject drop. 

“Welp, better settle in for the night. I guess Winston and Jack’ll have a better idea for what you can do here tomorrow.” McCree slouched down onto his own bed and picked up a pair of reading glasses and a well-worn paperback, lighting a small lamp clipped to the headboard of his own bed and reading. Hanzo wasn’t sure if he was making a big show of reading out of politeness to give him some space to disrobe for bed, or if this was just part of his own nightly rituals, then again, Hanzo was becoming increasingly aware of how much of a disruption his own presence was. Hanzo had folded his own clothes and set them on the footlocker at the foot of his own bed when he glanced over to see McCree still reading.

Probationary agent, Hanzo realized, He can’t let himself fall asleep before me.

McCree’s eyes flicked up from the page of his book at Hanzo, made eye contact, then calmly flicked down again. A still-spiteful part of Hanzo considered staying up as late as he possibly could, wearing the cowboy out physically and mentally. in retribution for the beatings sustained from the night before, but as Hanzo sat down on the mattress and felt it sink slightly with his weight, that desperate survivalist part of him said, They won’t kill you. Not yet. Sleep while you can in case they change their minds later.” He also knew sleep would put more distance between him and the residual nausea from being sleep-darted the night before. Hanzo’s eyes warily flicked back at McCree again. 

McCree licked a finger and turned a page and Hanzo laid down and pulled the sheets over himself. As soon as he was laying down, an exhaustion washed over him, his body leaping at the opportunity to make up for years and years of nights awake to the gray hours of dawn, kept going only by adrenaline, spite, and a desire for redemption. That same spite and stubbornness though, kept his eyes fixed on the cowboy, still reading his stupid little book, looking far older than he actually was with those reading glasses. He could stay up later than the cowboy. He knew he could. He could definitely, absolutely–

McCree glanced up from his book to see Hanzo had fallen asleep. McCree closed his book, took off his glasses, set both on the footlocker and turned off the lamp. 

Maybe it was a blessing that the night terrors only really kicked in at 5 AM.

McCree woke up to muttering in Japanese, the sound of Hanzo talking jerked him awake, and it took a few seconds for the haze of sleepiness to lift slightly for McCree to realize Hanzo was still in bed. McCree slid out of bed, his bare feet padding across the cold concrete floor of the watchpoint dormitories over to where Hanzo slept. McCree took a knee next to Hanzo’s bed as Hanzo continued muttering and thrashing in his sleep. That grayish-blue dawn light was lighting up the stairwell, and in its dimness McCree could make out beads of sweat glistening on Hanzo’s forehead, shoulder, and at the dip of his collarbone. Hanzo was on the edge of hyperventilating, his eyes squeezed shut, his knuckles white with his sheets in a death grip. He muttered something in Japanese again and his breath suddenly quickened and he flinched and tossed and turned.

McCree took a deep breath.

“Han–” he started and Hanzo suddenly flinched awake hard and moved to strike him on pure reflex. McCree managed to catch his wrist in his prosthetic and there was a half-beat where Hanzo was moving to counter, still on reflex, when McCree spoke and Hanzo barely managed to stop himself, “Easy!” he held Hanzo’s wrist, “Easy…”

Hanzo was still breathing rapidly, his eyes flicked around the dormitory, and then flicked to McCree, and then flicked to his wrist caught in McCree’s hand.

“Are you gonna hit me if I let go?” said McCree.

“No–” Hanzo seemed to be getting his breath under control, “No–I–I’m sorry.” 

McCree released his wrist. “Look, wherever the hell you were, you’re not there anymore,” he said, “You’re here now, you hear me? You’re here.”

Hanzo rolled his wrist, before looking back up at McCree.

“Do you need to talk about it?” asked McCree.

“I… not now,” said Hanzo. 

“All right,” said McCree, getting up to his feet.

A long pause passed between them.

“Nothing to say?” said Hanzo.

“What can I say? I’ve been through that shit and it sucks. Genji went through that shit and it sucks. It’s hard to see anyone go through that shit. No matter how much of an asshole they are.”

“It’s a torment well-deserved,” said Hanzo, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead with a frown.

“Oh for fuck’s–There’s no ‘deserve’ about this shit, Hanzo. Genji wants the two of you to try and put what’s left of your family back together, try and heal from all that Yakuza shit. If you’re just gonna lie down and take the shit your brain hands you, how’s that going to help anyone?”

Hanzo was quiet.

McCree huffed. “Look, we don’t need to go opening up cans of worms right away at…” he glanced over his shoulder at the clock, “…5 in the morning…” he sighed, “But my point is I don’t think you’re here so you can keep doing the… up-your-ass stoic thing you’ve been doing to stay alive the past…”

“Decade,” said Hanzo.

“Decade,” McCree repeated incredulously. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, half the watchpoint’s going to be up in an hour anyway, you want to sleep in more, or should I pick the lock on the mess hall and fix us some eggs?”

Hanzo’s stomach growled. Admittedly the aftereffects of the sleep dart had killed his appetite for most of the previous day, but the prospect of actual food was welcome at this time. And it might provide a bit of mental distance from the nightmares. 

“I can fix my own breakfast,” said Hanzo, grabbing his folded clothes off of his footlocker.

“Yeah, but I fix the best breakfast,” said McCree.

“Is that a challenge?” said Hanzo, pulling his pants on.

“Genji did say you were competitive…” said McCree with a wry smirk, “It’s me being nice, asshole.”

“Yes, I could tell by the ‘asshole.’” said Hanzo.

“Come on,” McCree pulled on his own pants and shirt. “Let’s get some food. Winning omelette cook doesn’t have to do dishes?”

“I hope you enjoy doing dishes, cowboy,” said Hanzo, ascending the stairs after him.

#mchanzo #overwatch #gency mention

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

Hi I'd like to request a self indulgent imagine/hcs with Moira, Sym, and Hanzo where they find out their s/o has cancer?

Oh sweet suffering fuck I am so sorry I am only seeing this now. Please excuse the fact that only Symmetra’s really adheres to the request. Moira and Hanzo are more how they cope with the news later on.

Also if everyone could send good vibes and support to my wonderful friend as they deal with cancer that would be A1. They are a genuinely such a loving, kind, funny and amazing person who I love dearly. I cannot express my love for you enough dear but you’re one of the strongest people I know so kick cancers ass.

Moira

Moira’sgaze had always been firmly set on the future. To her the present seemed soinsignificant compared to the future she wanted to build. She was not one tostop and smell the roses. But that all changed with you. When she was with youshe wished time could stand still. She tried to stretch every moment together intoan eternity, but they were always too fleeting. And since the bitter reminderof mortality came into your lives it hit her just how fleeting these precious momentscould be. When your tests came back indicating cancer her heart crumbled, butshe couldn’t let you see that. What right had she to despair when it was youthis curse inflicted? Still, her moments of sobbing in the lab hadn’t goneunnoticed by her associates. They wisely feigned ignorance. When she came hometo you she seemed supportive, yes, but oddly detached. And then she begancoming home later and later up to the point you feared she was avoiding you. Afterweeks of this coldness you decided enough was fucking enough.

You had given up watching the agonizingly slow clock but youestimated it to be some time after 4am when the front door finally creakedopen. Pale moonlight spilled in and stretched the shadow of her long formacross the floor before the door closed with a soft click. She hovered at thedoor momentarily and let out a frustrated sign. Another day of failure and shehad the cheek to return to you? These dark thoughts that swarmed her mind rapidlyevaporated as the room was flooded with light.

“Good morning, darling,” you greeted, ice in your words. Youpulled your hand away from the lamp to cross your arms, glaring daggers at her.Meanwhile Moira was clutching her thundering chest after receiving the frightof her life.

“Christ almighty, where the hell did you pop out of? And whatare you doing awake at this hour?!” she demanded, “You need to be resting, you aren’twell.”

She crossed the room and her slender fingers gripped yourshoulders to usher you up but you shrugged them away.

“Not until we talk. And you’re not worming your way out ofit this time, O’ Deorain. Why are you avoiding me? I know my cancer is an inconveniencefor you but I didn’t exactly ask for it!”

The red head closed her eyes and took in a shaky breathbefore gently seating herself beside you. You both sat in an awkward silenceuntil she tentatively reached out and pulled you against her. She held yourhead against her chest and her other hand ran through your hair.

“I… I cannot see how you’d want me around. Not after mymonumental failure.”

“What the hell are you on about? What ‘monumental failure’?”

She barked out a bitter laugh at that.

“You’re joking, right? What kind of geneticist can’t spotthe signs of cancer? I should have spotted it earlier. If I weren’t so stupidyou wouldn’t be suffering now. If I wasn’t so stupid I’d have found a way tofix my mistakes but every night is the same. I fail you over and over and overagain. I can’t…”

She was forced to stop and choke back a sob. Your anger ather had ebbed away and your arms wrapped around her slim torso.

“Moira this isn’t your fault. This isn’t on you. You’vegotten me the greatest doctors so just let them do their job. What I need youto do is much more important than locking yourself in the lab for days on end,”you replied softly.

“What do you need, mo chuisle?”

“You. I just need you by my side.”

Her lips pressed against the top of your head before beingreplaced by her cheek.

“You’ll regret saying that. Because I’m highly tempted tonever release you.”

 Symmetra

As soon as she heard you enter Symmetra ran to you and threwher arms around you, giving you a firm hug before pressing a quick kiss to yourcheek.

“Afternoon, darling, how did the appointment go?”

She finally released you and at seeing the solemn expressionon your face her bright smile dropped and her heart felt as though it was beingheld in a vice. A thousand horrific thoughts crossed her mind, each one asterrifying as the last. This was supposed to be just another routine doctor’scheck-up. You had even waved her off this morning joking and teasing about it.

“Symm, mind if we sit down for a second?”

The tone in your voice lead to her heart plummeting fasterbut she nodded and allowed you to lead her to the couch and sit her down. Sheprayed you were playing some cruel prank on her. Yes she would likely murderyou herself if it was, but a twisted joke would be far more welcome thansomething seriously being wrong with you. Tears were already pricking her eyeswhen you took her hands in yours and she was beginning to tremble.

“So, uh, I’m still trying to wrap my head around all thisbut there were some tests today and well… I have cancer, Symm.”

All it took was that one word for her world to fall apart.Hell, you were her world. After a brief moment of disbelief the reality of whatyou had said came crashing down upon her. A wave of nausea hit her and sheripped one of her hands from your grasp to clamp it over her mouth. Fat tearsrolled down her cheeks and she struggled to even breath, let alone findsomething to say. You were still talking, explaining that doctors were alreadyworking to treat you, but she was deaf to your words now. She could see yourlips moving but no sound came. You were cut off when threw herself against you.Holding you now tighter than ever before, her grip so ferocious you’d swear she’dcrack a rib. She clung to you as if you’d drift away from her like smoke at anygiven moment. You returned her embrace- albeit without the bruising force- and feltyour own tears beginning to spill. You held each other as you cried, bothtrying to properly process this harrowing news. Once her sobs subsided ever soslightly and she was able to take even half a breath Symmetra made you a simplepromise.

“No matter what happens, I am with you. And I will love you withevery step of this journey.”

Hanzo

Your nose crinkled as the foul smell of the tea (if youcould call it that) invaded your nostrils. You blew the steam away and took asip, only to immediately slam the cup down on the table as you resisted theurge to gag. You sat back to try and distance yourself from whatever hideousconcoction Hanzo had just presented you with.

“Absolutely not!” you protested, “Send that shit back to whatevercircle of hell it came from.”

“It is healthy, drink it,” he urged. His stoic mask slippedfor a second and an expression of slight disgust formed as the smell hit him. Hiscomposure was quickly regained but you had been with him long enough that nothinggot past you. You held your breath as you leaned forward and pushed the cup towardshim.

“Alright, you drink it then.”

His hesitancy didn’t go unnoticed by you either. Eyebrowcocked and smirk dancing on your features you looked between him and the drink.Rather than be deemed a hypocrite he finally took the tea and drank. Only toimmediately spit it back into the cup. You pressed your lips into a thin lineto stop your laughter from breaking out, but not even that could stop the uglysnort that escaped instead.

“I suppose it is an old recipe,” Hanzo concluded as he gotup to dump the tea out so it’s foulness could not inflict another person.

“Hey at least we have a new torture method in case we everneed to extract information from somebody.”

Hanzo returned a moment later and seated himself beside you.He placed something onto your lap and you looked down to see a red box toppedwith a velvet bow. Promptly ripping the lid off you found it full of yourfavourite sweets. Not exactly healthy, but delicious.

“I had intended on gifting these to you tonight. But I thinkthat taste needs to be washed away. Immediately,” he explained.

There was no argument from you as you ripped into thetreats, the divine taste wiping away any trace of that bizarre tea.

“I do appreciate the sentiment, Hanzo, but I really don’tsee how poisoning me is gonna help get rid of the cancer,” you said betweenmouthfuls, “Unless you’re planning to off me before cancer gets a chance.”

“I just wish I wasn’t so helpless. As torturous as thatbeverage was it can never compare to the torture of seeing you ill. You are thesun and I just the moon. Without you I am nothing and my life is dark. Empty.”

He cupped your face in his hands and rested his foreheadagainst yours. A strand of his raven hair tickled your nose and his warm breathmingled with your own.

“I am yours and anything you need will be done,” he pledged.

“Okay I do have one request,” you whispered gently.

“Anything, my love.”

“Never make that tea again.”

#astuli #oh my god im so sorry im just online now i cannot apologise enough #youre so spectacular and i love you #moira #hanzo #symmetra #symmetra x reader #hanzo x reader #moira x reader #moira writing #hanzo writing #symmetra writing #drabble

[imagine-this-overwatch-blog]

Kitty!Genji and Kitty!Hanzo. If you had (owned?) both of them, and you got them fixed, would they get along better, get fatter, and cuddle all day? I just love pet play, damn. Sorry if that's a bit far for your fluff.

Oh boy, we’re fixing them now? That’s all swell and good but in this AU everyone is still capable of giving consent, so you can’t just drag your hybrid to the doctor and say “fix them”. But, I don’t think Hanzo would want kids, and since Genjis body is all messed up he thinks it’d be better for his health anyway. (but in this AU I also think… cyborg Genji is a thing but not because Hanzo killed him. I have a few ideas on that but I don’t need to use this post for that.)

They still mess around with each other like any brothers would, but for the most part they get along well. Sometimes, on quiet, chilly, rainy days, they’ll snuggle together and Hanzo will groom Genji. Genji protests like “nooo I can groom myself just fine” but Hanzo responds with “just let me be a big brother. You didn’t put up this much of a fight when you were a kitten.” Because yes Hanzo babied the shit out of Genji and loved grooming him when they were little.

Genji can’t get too tubby because he needs to maintain a good diet to keep his body working okay. But, Hanzo probably puts on a few pounds. I suspect he goes out to buy cakes and just goes to town on them.

Genji absolutely loves to cuddle and has been affectionate since the day you got him. Hanzo was a bit of a tough cookie, though, and needed to gain your trust before he’d let you lay a finger on him. Now, he feels safe in your arms and gets a feeling of contentment he hasn’t had in a long time. Sometimes, he’ll even sneak into bed with you and cry out some of his frustrations. A good cry always makes him feel better.

Genji is also more susceptible to falling into the “pet” head space. There are days where he just wants to let loose and rely only on instinct so he’ll be much more cat-like. Hanzo is too prideful to act in such a way. The most he’ll do is purr and mew and rub against you to get your attention.  

#Genji Shimada #Hanzo Shimada #Hybrid AU #headcanons #reader insert #Anonymous ; #asks

[razmahdaz-art]

A Second Chance For More. Chapter 6

Chapter 6 is finally here! It’s long as hecc! But it’s probably my favourite chapter so far, so Enjoy ye cowards!

The following weeks went by fairly quick. Hanzo and Jesse didn’t go out of their way to talk, but the tension was definitely lifted between the two. And Genji noticed. His brother returned to their usual afternoon talks again, actively talking at them, he worked better with his team, and wasn’t hiding away whenever everyone was gathered. He was back, and it made Genji happier than ever. Sure, he still struggled with some things, and they both knew that some wounds needed more time to heal, but he was back on track. And that was all that mattered right now.

    It was time for another mission, Hanzo joining the Offensive team while his brother was off on another mission. Egypt had recently been having issues with Talon agents near The Temple of Anubis, so the government finally put in a request to overwatch for help. They were to head out immediately.

    They were all almost prepping on the trip there, Hanzo pulling a few arrows back in the string of his bow and aiming just to make sure the string wasn’t tight or his arrows weren’t bent. He strapped the quiver to his back, before fixing his hair back with his golden ribbon. “Hope you’re ready for a fight. Sure as hell gonna get one,” Jesse commented, strapping his chest plate over his torso before pulling his sarape on. “Always ready. Try and keep up, cowboy,” Hanzo retorted, a sly smirk on his face. Jesse rolled his eyes and tipped his hat over them, before a jolt suddenly rocked the ship quite suddenly, causing everyone to have to hold onto something or tip over entirely.

    “Sorry Loves!” Lena shouted from the front of the ship, seemingly distracted by something. “Got hit by somethin’! Nothin’ to worry about, just brace for future impacts!” And they did, everyone having to hold onto something to remain steady. Some hits earning a worried yelp from of the teammates. Hana seemed the most worried. Speaking of Hana, she wore a jumpsuit of quite large and obnoxious colours and had just a pistol strapped to her waist. It baffled Hanzo, he not quite knowing what role she played. This was his first mission with her. He wondered what she would do in battle. “Ugh, I hate flying! I always get so motion sick,” she groaned, her knuckles turning white from gripping on the table so hard. The shakes lasted until they landed. Lucio fixed his leg enhancements, Fareeha pulled her helmet over her head, Reinhardt prepped his shield, Jesse gave his revolving chamber a few spins, Hana put a stick of chewing gum in her mouth, and Hanzo readied a Scatter Arrow in his string.

    The doors dropped and they were bombarded with fire, rein providing all the cover they needed. It was slow, moving out without getting shot, but they surely moved forward and away from the lift. After the fire had subsided for more than a few seconds, they finally separated, Hanzo finding the highest place he could. It’s from there when he found out what Hana did on the team. Seemingly out of nowhere, a bright pink coloured Meka landed in front of her and she disappeared inside and started firing. He’d admit that was the last thing he thought he’d see today. Second was watching McCree get pinned to the ground by an enemy when he went to far ahead of the group.

    Quickly, with barely thinking, Hanzo pulled an arrow back and let it go, it sinking directly into the goons head, blood spattering over Jesse’s face. The body almost crushed him, from all the equipment he had on him, but McCree did push the large mass off of him. He tilted his head back, seeing the world upside down. Far away, perched on the roof of a tall building, was Hanzo, who just gave a small salute to him. Even if his hat was on the ground a meter away, he tipped an imaginary one before getting up to grab his gun and hat. He ducked behind proper cover, before attempting to clean his face of all the blood, getting most of it. He only ducked when he knew he had a clear shot, and those were plentiful.

    McCree went from target to target, landing every shot. Fareeha helped, of course, pushing them back into the fray so he could finish them off. He was about to go for another round, in the middle of reloading his gun when a familiar scatter of sharp metal projectiles scattered into the mass of them, taking everyone one out. A small smirk came across his face before his head almost got blown off by a stray shotgun blast. His hand moved to a flashbang, chucking it over his head and into the fray, making several enemies stop in their tracks. D.va finished them off with a barrage of missiles, sending body parts flying. Jesse was pretty sure he had to dodge an incoming leg. This let them get in closer, causing Hanzo to move closer to the fray. He remained farther back, but his angle kept him from fighting alongside his teammates.

It was intense, everyone getting pinned down in one place or another. That Meka that Hana had called in, had been expended, and who knows when her next one would come in. Reinhardt’s shield had been destroyed and it takes an hour to charge it back to full, Lucio was hunkered down with Fareeha, unknowing of where to go, and Jesse was alone, fending for himself against the few Talon operatives that got close to him. There was no escape, everyone practically separated and on their own. To try and hold out as long as possible. Until backup could be called. Until a miracle happened.

And that miracle might have just come.

Everyone had to do a double take, the smell of what they assumed was rain rolling through. Multiple even looked up to make sure they weren’t going to have a downpour right on top of them. But there wasn’t a cloud insight, just blue rolling skies for as far as the eye can see. The scent got intense, the smell of ozone feeling as if it were right on top of them. It was intense, and a pure mystery as to where it could possible be emitting from. But Hanzo knew. He leaped down from his post, landing in the middle of fire, and he looked different. Jesse saw it first, since he landed closest to him. His eyes changed from that deep brown to an intense blue, and he swore they were glowing. Speaking of glowing, his tattoo was illuminated, sparks seemingly jumping away from the inked skin and fading before they hit the ground. Hanzo drew his bow back, the string illuminating as it was drawn, but no arrow was knocked in it. Everyone’s eyes widened, as Hanzo uttered an intense phrase, and it all seemed to be magic.

Two twisting blue dragons formed out of nowhere, lightning seemingly going everywhere. The smell of Ozone was now more intense than ever, wind blowing back and making everyone’s hair stand on end. Jesse had to hold his hat on his head, a whirlwind completely hitting him. A loud roar seemed to emit from the pair of blue beasts, making everyone having to cover their ears. Except for Hanzo. He just watched, as enemies seemed to drop around him. He was breathing heavy, completely surprised what he’s seeing. It was rare, the last time he saw those dragons was his last fight with Genji. And before that, he saw them only before he killed his brother. This...This was puzzling.

The lightning subsided, the smell dissipating from the area as the dragons disappeared from sight. Hanzo’s eyes dimmed as with his tattoo, his arm holding his bow dropping to his side. Everything was quiet, Hana standing up from behind cover to see the carnage. Jesse just looked at him, eyes widened in disbelief. He stood and looked over all the dead bodies, as did everyone. It was just unbelievable.

“Some backup,” Jesse said, patting Hanzo on the back. A small shock hit Jesse’s metal hand, and Hanzo shook his shoulder a bit in a recoil. “It...was…” Hanzo said almost out of breath. He gulped, regaining his composer before grabbing an arrow from his quiver and letting it rest in his bow. The team went ahead, ready for the next wave to come in. They didn’t. It was quiet, no more reinforcements coming in. Reinhardt let out a victorious laugh, raising his hammer to the air in a celebratory manner. Fareeha ran over and practically picked up Hanzo in a large hug. It scared him at first, but he smiled after a moment. “Ha-HA! Now that’s what i call a Barrage!” She said, putting him back down and patting him on the back for a few more moments. Hanzo just smiled and received the few arrows that he could find. Jesse rejoined Reinhardt, Lucio, and Hana before he spoke in his comm.

“Well, looks like we might be coming home a bit earlier than expected. Seems the rest of these Talon goons have-” He was interrupted. A few small blasts emanating from the columns that were around them, them starting to crumble quickly. Rubble came crashing to the ground, dust picking up all around them. Reinhardt put his arm up around the three that were around him, without even thinking. Loud crashes were heard, everyone getting hit by something just about. The crashes subsided. The dust settled. And Fareeha and Hanzo weren’t in sight.

“Shit…,” Jesse muttered, the group heading over to the massive pile of rubble that was in front of them. Reinhardt immediately started picking up and moving rubble almost single handedly, while Lucio, Hana, and McCree had to work together to move the bigger pieces. “What happened, Loves? Is everyone alright?” Lena chimed in over their comms. “I heard that blast! It sounded intense!”

“Might wanna call Angie and tell her to get the Med bay ready for when we get back,” Lucio said as he struggled to lift a large slab off of a few smaller pieces. Just under a layer or two of rock, they found Fareeha, her armour letting out sparks and her jets almost completely destroyed. She removed her helmet before grabbing Jesse’s arm to help her up. Since she had been wearing her full armour, it had taken most of the damage. But she knew she was gonna be very bruised and achy in the morning. Lucio took her to the side while the rest searched for Hanzo. It took longer to find him. Jesse eventually did, having to push one of the larger pieces off of him to get to the archer. When he did find him, he was out cold.

“Fucking hell,” Jesse groaned, pressing his ear to Hanzo’s chest to make sure he was at least still breathing. He was, even if it was light. He was almost hovering over Hanzo, gently smacking his face to try and get him awake and aware. “Jesus Christ, Hanzo, get up!” Jesse almost shouted, shaking Hanzo with quite a bit of force. A small cough emitted from the Male under him, and his eyes fluttered open, but squinted from the harsh sunlight.

“Jesse…,” he groaned out, pain immediately filling his body. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna get outta here,” McCree reassured, going to help Hanzo to his feet. Hanzo let out a loud yelp, everything in his body aching at once. Jesse didn’t make a second attempt immediately. He backed up for a moment, letting the other have some air. He had scrapes all over his body, bruises were already beginning to form, and he was covered in dirt. To top things off, Stormbow was completely destroyed. “Alright, What hurts so i know what not to grab?” Jesse asks, his hands hovering over Hanzo, just unsure of what to do. He breathed shakily, his voice raspy and strained. “My...Ribs...And...My arm…,” He huffed out. “Left arm…,” He added, and finally, Jesse put his arm under the others right side of his back and put the good arm around him as he lifted Hanzo to his feet. Something else was broken, but something didn’t seem to bother Hanzo at all.

His left leg, from the knee down was bent in awkward ways, the metal that had been covering had been torn, split wires poked out with small sparks spewing from it. Hana stared in disbelief, Jesse even having to do a double take. Hanzo didn’t seem to notice in the slightest. “What...are you staring at?” He inquired. Before anyone could speak, there was another blast from behind the group, and they decided it’d be best to get out of here. McCree’s grip tightened on Hanzo, and they all headed back towards the airship, needing to escape right this moment.

They all piled in, Jesse taking Hanzo over to the small booth before letting him sit. He let out groans, his arm twitching a bit, even if it lay limp to his side. “Hold still,” McCree said, before he started to remove his serape. He then gently, oh so gently, wrapped it around Hanzo’s neck and slinging it to the side, before delicately pulling the injured around through it, making a makeshift (And sort of filthy) sling. “This’ll make it easier on ya until we get ya to Angie. Take it easy, alright?” He said, smiling at Hanzo before gazing at his leg and finally leaving him be. Hanzo still didn’t know what they had been staring at, and at the moment, he didn’t care. His head drifted to the side, resting on the obnoxiously red (but surprisingly soft) fabric. His other arm held onto his ribs, just trying to put pressure on them. As far as he could feel, none were broken. It wouldn’t surprise him if a few were cracked. For the moment, he was comfortable, and that’s really all he wanted at the moment. He drifted off into a haze, not quite a sleep, for what seemed like hours.

They landed back in Gibraltar, and Angela was waiting for everyone’s return. Hanzo had been helped out of the hanger by Jesse hanging onto him again, and he and Fareeha were escorted to the med bay. After a moment, Angela took over, and Jesse and Reinhardt had left the pair to be tended to, McCree even leaving his serape with Hanzo. They were taken to separate rooms, leaving Hanzo alone for a good few minutes in a clean room. His head pounded, his chest ached, and his arm was downright killing him from the inside out. He thought he could feel were the bones had separated, but maybe it was just him.

The door to the room opened and The blonde doctor walked over to his bedside, holding a clipboard in her arm as she examined him. She freed his arm from the homemade sling, putting the fabric to the side before picking up and moving the arm in a few different directions. All made him either groan or wince. She put he pen behind her ear and went over to some complicated but small looking devices. “Well, your left arm is most definitely broken. Simple fix, really. Your ribs also just seem to be cracked, but i am concerned about them,” She pulled up what seemed like a lamp fixture that seemed to be plugged into a few simple machines. He looked at them, wondering what on earth they did. She moved to under a small compartment next to his bed and pulled out a proper sling, white and pristinely clean, before wrapping his around him. It wasn’t as comfortable as McCree’s serape. “I prescribe an hour or so under a concentrated healing stream,” She said with a gentle laugh. “But i will warn you, since your bone is healing at a rapid rate, your arm will be quite sore for the following days. Keep it in a sling, get plenty of rest, and you’ll be back in the field in a few days,” She informed. She walked over to one of the smaller pieces of machinery before flipping a few switches. Almost instantly, a wave of warmth washed over Hanzo’s body, comforting and calming. All of that was interrupted when he began to feel his bones mend together, his teeth grinding at the strange sensation. It didn’t hurt, but the sheer feeling was strange and indescribable. “I’ll leave you be, Mr. Shimada. If anything happens, don’t be afraid to ring me,” She said, before taking her leave. He was left to himself again, but this time, he was a bit more comfortable.

It had been a half an hour, and the worst of the feelings had subsided. His head was no longer pounding out of his skull, his arm was only sore right now, and his ribs were almost completely healed. Even the few scrapes and cuts he’d acquired were fully healed. He was relaxed in the white bed he laid in, when a small knock emitted from the door frame. He looked over and saw an obnoxiously familiar face standing in the frame.

“Howdy,” McCree said, tipping his hat before pulling up Angela’s doctor stool next to his bed. “Evening,” Hanzo replied, rubbing his forehead with his non injured hand. He let out a sigh, as Jesse quickly grabbed his serape, pulled it on over his frame and then sat in the too small stool. “What are you doing here?” Hanzo asked, adjusting himself so he sat up a bit straighter. “Came to ask if you wanted me to bring ya dinner. And wanted my serape back,” He said with a small chuckle. The other just rolled his eyes and snickered. “I’m fine, thank you. And thanks for your concern about my well being. It means alot,” He said sarcastically. Jesse just laughed again, warm and hardy. “I also came to make sure you’re fine,” Jesse added, leaning against the bed a bit with his arms folded. His eyes kept glancing over to Hanzo’s leg, the only part that wasn’t being healed by the stream. He seemed to be picking and choosing his words before he spoke again.

    “So, ya got a prosthetic too, do ya?” He finally asked, and Hanzo seemed to seem wondering. “Two. Both of them are...Jesse McCree,” He started, getting the others attention quickly. “Did you honestly think, for the past months that i’ve been on base, that i have been wearing the exact same pair of boots almost everyday?” This question made McCree blush a bit from embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck with his flesh hand. “Don’t need to be snarky! You just usually see someone with prosthetics take them off, or at least have a separate pair,” he defended himself. Hanzo thought it was somewhat endearing. “Well, yes. They’re prosthetics, and no i can’t remove them,” he said, raising the leg that wasn’t beaten to all hell. He moved his ankle a few times before putting back down, and Jesse just gave a content smile to the other.

“So. Gonna share how you got them?” Jesse asked, Hanzo just chuckling at the question. “I have not had enough alcohol to tell that story,” He informed. “Well, that can be arranged. Course, ya don’t have to tell if you don’t want to. Just saying, might throw in my own story for your time.”

“A tempting offer,” Hanzo replied, adjusting his shoulder a bit. McCree sat up, fixing his hat a bit. “Say the time and place. I’ll even handle the drinks,” He offered again. Hanzo just gave a contemplative look, as if considering the request over and over in his mind. “Tonight. At the place we both seem to enjoy drinking at,” Hanzo finally answered. The other just smiled and stood up. He tipped his hat in a polite manner. “Sounds like a Helluva plan, Mr. Shimada.” Those were Jesse’s last words before he parted, leaving Hanzo to himself.

Just as they said, Hanzo went to that perch just above the rocks that night, wearing a few more layers than last time. His leg had been partially patched up, Torbjorn just doing a short and quick welding job that would last for a few days until he could properly fix everything. Until further notice, Hanzo’s ankle would be a bit more stiff for a short while. He held his bottle of Sake in his only good hand, taking short sips from it as he waited for the other to join him. Jesse eventually did, arriving with warm clothes, whiskey, and an extra blanket. Just in case. He took a seat on those same boxes, Hanzo leaning against an opposite wall that let his uninjured leg dangle from the ledge. Jesse opened the bottle and took a quick swig from it before offering it to the other. “You look like you need something stronger than Sake,” He suggested, seeing Hanzo in a bit of a sorry state. His arm did, in fact, ache like Angela said it would. He took the bottle and took the slightest sip from it, wincing a bit at the taste. He ran his tongue over his teeth, before handing the bottle back. “That is terrible,” Hanzo said as Jesse took the bottle back. He laughed a bit. “Ain’t the best, but it gets the job done.” They carried on in casual conversation, about the days mission, about how they had both been doing, and calm small talk while occasionally swapping alcohol to change things up. They were both warm from the company and the drinks filling their systems.

“So,” McCree started, putting the bottle on the ground before looking at Hanzo almost dead in the eyes. “Ready to talk?” The other took a deep breath and then one last drink from his own bottle before letting it rest in his lap. “Are you ready to listen?” He responded. Jesse tipped his hat back and adjusted himself to get into a more comfortable listening position. Hanzo did the same and gathered his courage a bit, this being the first time he’s told anyone besides his brother about how he lost his legs. He let out a breath, and started.

“It was...a few months after Genji ‘left’ us. I was racked with grief. Guilt was the only emotion i felt, and it all hurt worse because I was constantly told i had done the right thing. I wanted to escape. I planned to,” Hanzo started. Jesse was listening intently. “I planned my escape for weeks, maybe months. I assumed I was doing well enough to hide it. I told no one, I kept it all to myself. I plotted at night, gathered the things i needed and prepped incesively. It apparently wasn’t enough. Someone, one of the servants, a spy, anyone who would’ve been close to me informed the elders.” Hanzo’s stature changed, he slumped a bit as he spoke. The part where metal met flesh on his legs started to burn. “They waited, made me think i was safe. It wasn’t until the night before i planned to leave when they took action. It was...Torture. They held me down, sliced my calves with blades deep enough to be the most painful thing i’ve ever felt, but never enough to kill or completely cut off. It was relentless, slow, they even stepped on them when i ask for them to stop. They left me like that, just barely bandaging me up.” McCree’s expression went cold. Seems like Genji wasn’t the only one that suffered after that fight.

“As it turns out, sword wounds are incredibly easy to get infected. I was bedridden for weeks, sick and dying. They didn’t do a thing to help me recover. Not until i promised i wouldn’t run or even think of doing it again. And they made sure i couldn’t. They removed them completely,” Hanzo let out with a shaky breath. He felt the threat of phantom pains nipping at his thighs. “Shit…,” was the only word that Jesse could say. He noticed Hanzo almost shaking and he offered the blanket to him, to which he accepted it greatly. It was warm from acting as McCree’s back cushion for the past half an hour or so. “After that, the family doctor fitted me with non-removable prosthetics. That was the last time i ever thought about running. I didn’t try again until years later, after father passed.”

“Shit Hanzo… You went through hell and back. Lot worse than what happened to me,” Jesse said, offering the whiskey to Hanzo again. He grabbed the bottle gently and took quite a few sips of the warm amber liquid, hoping it null the settling pain. “I barely remember what happened. It was all a blur to me,” Jesse started, flexing the mechanical joints in his fingers a few times. His other hand ran over the cold metal, the blue lights dimly shining in the darkness. “One of the last missions Blackwatch, hell, Overwatch pulled off. My young dumbass went off alone, trying to get the sneak behind enemy lines. I didn’t realize it lead me straight through a fucking minefield. Next thing I know is a large as hell blast knocked me flat on my ass, and i was out cold.” Hanzo handed the drink back to McCree who only took a single drink from it before continuing. “Reyes woke me up, shaking me, CPR, the works. I eventually did. He was talking, but the ringing in my ears drowned him out. It was hazy, i was seeing double of everything and the world seemed to spin around me. I looked down, and i almost screamed when i saw my arm gone. Then i went cold again,” He continued before putting the bottle down again. He pulled his leg up onto the box he was sitting, his knee almost to his chest. He fidgeted with his jacket as he looked out onto the wave, as if remembering as hard as he could.

    “Woke up in the lift, Gabe holding me tighter than a dog on a bone, his leg under my stump. And I can just barely remember what he said to me as i slipped in and out of consciousness. ‘You’re gonna be Okay, Mijo. You’re gonna make it out of here’. After that, I was back in the med bay with Angie poking and prodding my arm like hell.” Hanzo saw the expression on his face go from nostalgia to a form of sadness. “To think, that’d be one of the last time’s I'd see Reyes before...Everything fell. It happened so quick, I didn’t get my prosthetic here. Had to get it from some less than admirable folks,” Jesse said, his metal hand flexing a few more times. He let out a sigh before he looked back at Hanzo. All he could offer was a sincere smile and that seemed to be enough for Jesse. “I was thinking about how you talked Angela into letting you have a skull on your arm,” Hanzo joked, earning a loud and hearty laugh from the other. It made him smile when Jesse laughed, even making himself chuckle a bit. “She would’ve shot me if i asked for that. She still kinda wants me to get a better one,” He said. It was a warm silence between them, Hanzo’s pains almost leaving entirely.

Jesse smiled and stood up, offering a hand to Hanzo to help him up. “Come on. It’s gettin’ late. I’ll walk ya back to your room,” Jesse offered. He smiled and took it, being pulled up by the other as his other hand held onto the Sake bottle. McCree picked up the blanket and draped it over his arm before he grabbed the whiskey. They walked back to the Dorm halls, attempting to be as quiet as possible to not wake anyone. They stopped in front of Hanzo’s door, since his was closest to where they entered. “It was real nice talkin to ya, Hanzo. Glad we could get to know each other,” Jesse said, taking his hat off. Hanzo smiled as he went to open his door. “I enjoyed it. And...Thanks, Jesse,” Hanzo replied, fixing his sling a small bit. “For what?” He asked, just slightly confused.

“First off, for saving me in today’s mission, and giving me your cape to use as a sling. Secondly, for the alcohol and the company. I haven’t spoken to anyone about my life outside of Genji. It was relieving to get it off my chest. Tonight was..Nice,” He answered with a genuine smile. Jesse felt his cheeks get heated. “It wasn’t nothing. Just felt like making up for all the shit I gave ya. But, you’re welcome.” Jesse rubbed the back of his neck. Hanzo let out a yawn, and McCree started to feel like he was keeping the other from much needed rest. “Alright. You better get some rest, ya look like ya need it.” Hanzo yawned again and nodded. “I think i will. Good night, McCree. Enjoy your evening,” Hanzo said. Jesse gave a similar ‘goodnight’, and Hanzo left the space to go to sleep in his room. Jesse was outside his door, holding his hat, the blanket, and bottle of whiskey with the stupidest smile on his face.

“Aw, hell…,” Jesse muttered as he went back to his room. He dropped everything and sat at his desk, his hands over his face. He felt even more guilty for punching Hanzo’s charming face the first day they met.

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