(Blind date anon!) i was thinking probably more focused on Genji and dva!
Oh! I got it now. Thanks!
Request: Mchanzo blind date where Genji set things up on mccree’s side and dva set up on hanzo’s (but of course they stalk the date and sit in disguise a few tables away to make sure it goes well)?
this was so great to write, except the dialouge. It’s so irritating because the shimadas dont,,, use,,, contractions when they speak. I also edited it a little because I thought it would be more fun this way :3
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-1:23 A.M, Watchpoint: Gibraltar-
ginseng: you up?diva: duhdiva: what would make you think I wasn’t? ginseng: your stream activity indicator was offlinediva: so?diva: you and i both know that means literally nothingginseng: yeah i guess thats trueginseng: anywayginseng: i was talking to mr. grumpy hakmadiva: oh boydiva: …diva: waitdiva: you did NOT tell him about my collenction of unflattering candids of himdiva: did you?ginseng: what? ginseng: no shut updiva: …ginseng: thanksginseng: as i was sayingginseng: apparently Hanzo hasn’t been on a date since his last omaiai diva: youre serious?ginseng: dead.diva: wowdiva: no wonder he’s wound so tightginseng: I knowginseng: it’s ridiculousginseng: we need to do something about itdiva: uh, Yeah!ginseng: I think i have an idea. diva: ?ginseng: shooting range tomorrow, ten sharpginseng: and get some sleepginseng: we cant do this if youre tireddiva: ewdiva: okay diva: goodnightginseng: goodnight hana
-10:09 AM, Watchpoint: Gibraltar (Training grounds)-
“Are you kidding me? This is your big plan?” Hana demands, crossing her arms. A stray bot whirrs by, and a shiruken buries itself into the back of it’s head. She scowls at it, turning slightly from the bot to look at Genji.
“Why not?” He shrugs, twirling one of the sharp blades between his fingers with a practiced ease, looking over the balcony of the training area to the man in front of the practice targets. The cowboy hat made his silhouette unmistakable. “Why not!?” Hana seems incredulous. “Okay, there are plenty of reasons why not. We can start with the fat that this is Jesse. He knows better than anyone else what you went through! He was the closest thing you had to a best friend at the hardest point in your life that was caused by your brother! If you really think Jesse hasn’t taken that into consideration when Hanzo came here, then…well. I don’t know. But I know how much Jesse cares, and I don’t think-”
Genji raises a hand, and Hana falls quiet. “I have made my peace with my past, and McCree knows this well. The anger he may have felt in his heart for my brother spawned from my own. As mine has passed, so has his. Jesse is much more of a forgiving person than you mat realize.” Genji smiles behind his visor, standing straight from where he had been leaning against the railing. “I know my best friend, and my brother. I believe that this will work.”
The pilot doesn’t seem convinced, but she nods anyway, rolling up the sleeves of her jacket and retrieving her blaster from the pocket of her hoodie. “If you say so,” shaking her head, she pills her blaster out of her pocket and points at him in a playful accusation. “I’m trusting you.”
Before she can blink, she’s lifted off the ground by strong arms, and she squirms, laughing and pushing at him. “I have had your back more than you realize, Hana!” Genji teases, and she really can’t do anything but giggle as he swings her in a circle, setting her down gently after. She grins, arms tightly around his shoulders. “-And I’ll have it here too. This will work, I promise.”
She can only hope he’s right. Infighing, in a place like the newly reformed and still unstable Overwatch…could be disastrous. “Okay. I trust you.” She nods, pulling out of the hug. she gives him a little wave as she heads for the stairs and down into the range. After all, where better to talk to Jesse than over some target practice?
This was such a bad idea. Why did Hana even agree to this? In fact, the idea is so bad, that Hana briefly wonders if there might be a consequence for misuse of comms devices.
Since Genji isn’t exactly covert, or easy to disguise, it’s left to Hana to secretly chaperone the date. “This is absolutely and entirely rediculous.” sne mutters into her cup, the mic in the charm of her bracelet catching her quiet words. She has headphones in, plugged into a laptop that’s open to some random fashion blog.
‘But it’s working.’ comes her answer, into her headphones, and she rolls her eyes. ‘If nobody has recognized you as D.Va in two hours, then there is no way they will notice you, either.’
She sighs in defeat. What he says is true enough. She looks nothing like her usual self, even in her time off. Her hair is tucked up into a mildly toned beanie, and she’s wearing plastic glasses and a flannel that’s just a bit too big for her. she looks like an entirely different person.
‘Here they come. You are doing great, Hana.’
Damn right she is. It took her talking to McCree for multiple hours on multiple days to coordinate this. Not that she dislikes the cowboy, but there’s only so much Clint Eastwood quotes she can take in such an expanse of time. Sighing, she sits back and sips from her drink again, cradling the warm cup in her hands like she’s cold. “Party in sight.” she murmurs softly.
‘…You know you do not have to use foraml code, right? it is not like this is an actual mission.’
“Well, next time you can be the sit-in, then.” She hisses, and sets her cup down, hunching over her laptop a little bit to play her part. She messes around, typing some nonsense into a text box, and clicking into Yuna’s stream to drop a good-natured challenge and watch her chat go wild. She smiles a little, but her amusement is short lived.
‘Hana!’ She blinks, instinctively looking up. ‘pay attention!’ Genji chides, and she make a face, clicking open their private chat and tapping out a message.
diva: i cant like, stare at them!diva: theyll know!
There’s a groan through the earpiece, and she looks over to where Jesse and Hanzo are sitting. Jesse says something, and Hanzo’s eyes go wide, and then narrow, and he looks away, face dusted pink. she snorts and shakes her head a little.
diva: i think we have this in the bagginseng: are you sure?diva: if them flirting like schoolkids is ant indicationdiva: yesginseng: finally!
