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hmmmm.....

i have an idea for a sombra/zarya fantasy bodyguard au...... but i’m working on the second chapter of Gunnin for Cupid............. thots...?

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Gunnin’ For Cupid

Hi guys! I just posted the first chapter of my new McHanzo fic, ‘Gunnin’ for Cupid.’ (I got the title from a cowboy love poem shh don’t tell anyone) It’s basically a pre-overwatch au, where basically Deadlock is trying to do a deal with the Shimada clan. Jesse and Hanzo quickly develop crushes on each other, but they’re both too stubborn to admit it. Will they get past their egos and admit their feelings for each other? And most importantly, who has better aim? 

If you’re interested, good reader, here’s an exclusive excerpt from the first chapter just for you! 

Hanzo quirks an eyebrow. He was born in the underworld, raised by mobsters, nannied by contract killers. But in all his life, he’s never known a sentimental gang lord. McCree is growing more intriguing by the minute, it seems. Hanzo reaches over and tugs on the man’s flannel sleeve. “Come on. You’ll have plenty of time to sightsee while you and Ashe are here.”

McCree looks to Hanzo for the first time since they passed the window. His eyes are gentle, despite how dark they look in the low light of the hallway. They flick down to where Hanzo is still holding his sleeve, then back up to meet his eyes. His smile is knowing, and more than a little self-satisfied. He reaches out, gingerly taking Hanzo’s hand in both of his own. They’re warm, and rough with callouses that attest to his familiarity with hard work. “I dunno,” he purrs, his eyes dark and lidded. “There’s plenty o’ fine things to look at ‘round here. I might never get my fill.”

Hanzo huffs out a laugh, shaking his head to hide the blush that’s working its way over his face. “Come on, cowboy.” He turns and pulls the other man down the hall by his hands. Behind him, McCree laughs quietly.

If you’d like to check it out, here’s a link! Thank you for your time, good reader!

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Hey guys! I know I don’t write any mchanzo fanfic, so if you guys love that ship, here is a great place to check it out!

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thank you so much for your reblog! I’m so glad you liked the first chapter :3

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Gunnin’ For Cupid

Hi guys! I just posted the first chapter of my new McHanzo fic, ‘Gunnin’ for Cupid.’ (I got the title from a cowboy love poem shh don’t tell anyone) It’s basically a pre-overwatch au, where basically Deadlock is trying to do a deal with the Shimada clan. Jesse and Hanzo quickly develop crushes on each other, but they’re both too stubborn to admit it. Will they get past their egos and admit their feelings for each other? And most importantly, who has better aim? 

If you’re interested, good reader, here’s an exclusive excerpt from the first chapter just for you! 

Hanzo quirks an eyebrow. He was born in the underworld, raised by mobsters, nannied by contract killers. But in all his life, he's never known a sentimental gang lord. McCree is growing more intriguing by the minute, it seems. Hanzo reaches over and tugs on the man's flannel sleeve. "Come on. You'll have plenty of time to sightsee while you and Ashe are here."

McCree looks to Hanzo for the first time since they passed the window. His eyes are gentle, despite how dark they look in the low light of the hallway. They flick down to where Hanzo is still holding his sleeve, then back up to meet his eyes. His smile is knowing, and more than a little self-satisfied. He reaches out, gingerly taking Hanzo’s hand in both of his own. They’re warm, and rough with callouses that attest to his familiarity with hard work. “I dunno,” he purrs, his eyes dark and lidded. “There’s plenty o’ fine things to look at ‘round here. I might never get my fill.”

Hanzo huffs out a laugh, shaking his head to hide the blush that’s working its way over his face. “Come on, cowboy.” He turns and pulls the other man down the hall by his hands. Behind him, McCree laughs quietly.

If you’d like to check it out, here’s a link! Thank you for your time, good reader!

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‘The Heart of a Man and the Form of  a Monster’ Ch. 3 Excerpt

“ Jesse huffs and begins to look over the grate. There's gotta be a lock he can pick, a latch he can break so he can open the door and pull Gabe out. "Don't worry about it, old man. I'll get y'out of here, and we're gonna find whatever threw you in here, and then we're hopping on the next ship outta here. Aha!" He's found a lock. It looks relatively well-cared for, but it's nothing that he couldn't pick. He feels on his belt for his picking tools. 

Gabe growls in the way that Jesse's sure would mean he'd grab his collar and shake him around, if the older man could reach up far enough to get him. "What I wouldn't give for you to listen to me for once in your goddamn life. Jesse, go. If you ever respected me, you'll do as I-"

Jesse glances up from the lock he's working to look over at Gabe. Their eyes don't meet. Gabe's gone even paler, if that were possible, and he's staring beyond Jesse. At something over his shoulder. The hunter tenses, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hand inches minutely along his thigh, towards his holster. "Jesse," Gabe says from the corner of his mouth, his voice low. 

"Don't be an idiot. You're not gonna shoot your way out of this." Gabe still isn't looking at him. Jesse slides his hand away from his hip and raises both in the air, keeping his movements slow. He takes a breath, and turns on his heel.

He can't make out a lot from the dim glow of his charm, just a silhouette and a pair of bright, golden eyes. The thing is massive, several heads taller than Jesse. It's easily the biggest lycan he's ever seen, and Jesse can feel himself losing his nerve. A tail swishes behind the thing, the only movement in the room. The thing looks like it's waiting for something, a reason to pounce at a moment's notice. Jesse swallows past the fear rising in his throat, and relies on his experience talking his way out of bad situations.

"Well, I'm guessin' you're the gracious host of this castle, yeah? Thanks for taking care of the old man for me. Now, if you'll just let him go, we'll get out of your hair. So to speak."

Chapter 3 of my McHanzo Beauty and the Beast au is up! If you like what you read here, please consider giving it a read over on ao3. It would mean a lot :D Thank you! 

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