Lucio nodded, and McCree unbuckled his holster, wrapped the ends of the leather around Peacekeeper, and passed his gun to Lucio. Lucio held it in both hands looking bemused. Mccree smiled pleasantly at him.
"Not sure what you're doing McCree," Lucio said, cocking an eyebrow at him.
At the other end of the room, Mercy frowned; a trained emergency responder sensing an oncoming emergency when it disarmed itself.
"I'm unarmed. Needed to make that plain because I guess I'm here to talk to your dragon and you're here to take care of him is all. But he's in the courtyard? Well, I'll just let y'all know directly before I go find him. I got a plan to kill Omukade. I’ll be bringing Omukade here for that and I’ll need—"
He was cut off in mid-word by a tiny and amazingly piercing avian shriek. Something small and green and feathered rocketed up from behind the dead opossum, flashing green and gold in the sun, and burst inelegantly into a man, shedding tiny green feathers and wide, messy arcs of radiance. So unlike Hanzo's transformations, McCree caught himself thinking; Genji seemed to explode from one state to the next.
The time has finally come for posting!! This is my contribution to the McHanzo Reverse Big Bang event! This was my first time taking part in an event of this sort and I had a blast ♥ I worked together with the talented @jjkmagic and they wrote such an amazing story and I just love it!! I can’t wait to take part in these kinds of events in the future as well!
Go to @mcbigbang to check out the other awesome pictures and stories people have submitted!
Summary: McCree travels to the town of Petras after learning of a vicious vampire attack. Camomilla, the resident vampire, apparently attacked without warning, even though she had been a peaceful resident of the town for decades. When McCree arrives he doesn't find Camomilla, but he finds a demon who seems to be looking for her as well. Seeing as they have the same goal, McCree offers to accompany him.
I have a deadline on Tuesday and it’s kicking my ass a little, so have this Oni Hanzo doodle I made to chill out for a sec.
I hc that Oni Hanzo lives for centuries by himself, so he doesn’t give a fuck about anything until Genji shows up out of the blue with demon hunter McCree to try and save him... I’ll elaborate later I promise ;P
Vampire Reaper slowly getting fed alcohol concentrated blood by Vampire Hunter McCree until he's too drunk/desperate to protest when the hunter starts playing with him. I love the idea of a desperate Reaper who got the tables turned on him by his prey, trussed up and getting taunted by that big blood filled McDick but only being able to get it up his butt <3
Jesse’s thumb traces idly Reaper’s lower lip. It’s a slow, methodical left-to-right motion as he stares into Gabriel’s face and gauges his reaction.
The vampire’s cheeks are flushed with the blood McCree had fed him, his breath warm as it ghosts across Jesse’s knuckles.
“That summoner that has given me the herbs sure knows her stuff, hm? Hit you real good. Damn... look how sweet you are for me.”
It only takes a soft press at the joints of his jaw to get Reaper’s mouth to drop open. His eyes are a little glassy but not drugged. He knows what is going on - his usually shitty attitude is simply curbed by the special liquor Jesse has brought him. He wonders if Gabriel has ever managed to get drunk since he turned god-knows-when.
“Damn good stuff,” he mumbles, taking the thermos and lifting it unnecessarily high above Gabriel’s mouth, so he can watch the thick red liquid drip down as he tips the can, splashing messily onto Reaper’s tongue.
He groans, a simple thumb hooked behind his bottom teeth keeping his mouth open. Jesse can see his throat work as he swallows the spiked blood down.
Jesse sits the thermos down on the ground carefully, then inspects Reaper’s teeth. His fingertips slide along the edges; canines razor sharp and long. He’d have no problem biting off Jesse’s fingers - or ripping out his jugular for that matter - but he’s warm and content half-lying on the ground and letting his teeth get inspected and played with.
When Jesse drags a thumb across his tongue, Gabriel obligingly stretches it out, letting it loll like a dog. His flush has crept across the bridge of his nose now, the blood having worked its way completely into his system.
Usually there was more of a fight whenever they clashed, but Jesse is more than willing to let it slide this time in favor of this lazy contentment.
“That’s it,” he mumbles, free hand starting to work at his belt. “Keep like that. Nice and open. Got a nice big treat for ya coming right up.”
Technically a Part 2. Do you all remember that one fic called Your Oni? Well this is the second part of it. This is also on my Ao3 in case you want to read the first part and then this part. Hope you all enjoy this!
Warnings: Blood, some gore, loss of limb
You and Genji were in the kitchen, he was pushing himself against your ass while you were washing a bowl. He would occasionally kiss your shoulder; his red tongue ran across your neck and his teeth grazed your skin. You moaned and rubbed your ass against his growing bulge. You knew he would take you right here in the kitchen, his teeth would sink into your skin and the spirits would be in a tizzy about him fucking you.
Before anything else could go on, your front door was opened roughly and your name was shouted. You and Genji jumped, you ran out of the kitchen and met your dad in the doorway. You saw blood on his clothes and his hands, you quickly ran to his side.
“Dad? What’s wrong? Whose blood is that? Where’s Jesse?” you asked.
“Genji, get Jesse from the car. Mija, get the silver,” Gabe ordered. Your heart sank and Genji moved quickly and you followed your dad to the back room, you grabbed the silver blades and the wolfs bane.
“Dad, what happened? How bad is Jesse’s wound?” you asked as you prepped the blades.
“The… that damn witch of the wilds, she told the werewolves we were tracking we’re going to kill them and they believed her. They ambushed us and… one of them bit Jesse on his left arm mija,” your dad said. He looked horrified and you realized he was shaking and he was still covered in blood. You looked away from him. Fucking Angela, you thought. That damn witch, you knew she was trouble from the moment you met her.
Genji brought your brother in and laid him on the bed, you saw the blood dripping on the floor and the tear in his jacket. You cut off this jacket above the bite and you realized how bad it was. The bite was right all around his elbow. His arm was barely hanging on by a few strands of muscle and nerves, the bone was crushed and most of the muscle was gone. It was still bleeding profusely, so you attached a tourniquet to his upper arm.
“Dad, call Ana. Genji, make sure nothing comes near our house,” you said calmly. Your hands were shaking and your heart was pounding.
“Mija, his arm…” you dad said, his voice cracked. Genji lingered in the doorway.
“Dad, call Ana now. I… I need her help. Genji, check all the runes along our house and make sure every one of them is strong enough. Use your demon magic if you need to,” you ordered, you voice louder than before. Both men nodded and left you alone.
You didn’t bother wrapping the arm, there was no point. You couldn’t save the arm, this wasn’t just a bite. The werewolf must have been large and wanted to do extensive damage, it wanted to maim. Jesse would lose him arm, or he would bleed out. You almost cried as you realized that was Jesse’s shooting arm. You would have to remove his arm, there was nothing that could be done.
“I’m sorry brother,” you whispered softly.
Not only will he lose his arm, but his chances of becoming a werewolf is high now. You know a person who was bitten was much more dangerous than a werewolf born with the curse, they tend to be much more violent and their bodies don’t understand what is happening. But Ana had come up with an elixir that helped turned werewolves, she would help.
You began prepping your tools, silver medical tools and medicine to stop the infection and to keep him asleep. You knew Ana would bring her own, but you got your stuff out. You sat beside your brother and held his remaining hand.
“The runes are set my love and your father has called Ana. She’s on her way now,” Genji said from behind you. You glanced at him and nodded your head.
“He’s going to lose his arm,” you said softly.
“Go see your father. I’ll stay here with your brother.” Genji’s hand rested on your shoulder. You nodded and left the room.
Your dad was in the living room crying, his face was in his hands. You saw his shoulder’s shaking and heard his soft sobs. You had only seen your father cry one time before, it was before you met Genji and a spirit latched onto you. It took several witches to get it away from you, one of them was the witch of the wilds.
“Dad.”
“Yes mija?” he asked, his voice was thick.
“Are you hurt?”
“No, your brother took the brunt of the attack. I killed the werewolf and barely got us out of there. I let your brother down. That should be me, not him in there.” You sat beside your dad and touched his back.
“Dad it’s no one’s fault. Jesse’s going to need us, he’s going to lose his arm.”
“I know. I figured he would.”
“Dad, what she did, this means war,” you said softly. A hunter war hasn’t happened in several years. Usually a family of hunters would declare war on another group or one specific creature, they all gathered their allies and went to war. Gabe had allies, old friends, to help. You and Jesse had made friends and had those you could call on, but you were scared.
“I know. Ana already knows, she’s getting in touch with some other people,” Gabe said. You leaned against your dad and he hugged you tightly. You felt like a little kid whenever he would hug you, maybe it had something to do with him being so much bigger than you or because you would always be his baby.
A half hour later and Ana arrived. You and her quickly discussed Jesse’s wound and she agreed it’s best to remove it. Not even because of the curse, the arm was shredded and there was nothing that could be saved. Ana gave your brother a dosage of something that would keep him asleep and numb any pain.
You and she removed his arm, just above his elbow. You both stitched it closed and wrapped it. Ana took the removed arm and narrowed her eye at it. You knew that look on her face.
“What are you thinking?” you asked her as you wiped blood off your hands and removed the bloodied towels beneath your brother’s amputated arm.
“I think, Torbjörn can help make him a new arm. You can add your magic and it might be able to work for him. I’ll take his arm,” the older woman said. She put his amputated arm in a box, you nodded your head and sat beside your brother. You were glad Ana was here.
“I’m sorry Jesse,” you said softly.
“He’ll live love. And if he does turn, the werewolf curse is easy to manage,” Ana said. Her hand rested on your back.
“Did dad tell you who did this?”
“Yes. I never liked that woman, too quick to use her magic to get what she desired. I’ve already gotten in contact with some people who will help you. We’ll teach her a lesson. I’m just a phone call away if you need anything, alright?”
“Thank you, Ana. I’m going to contact a few demons and spirits. See if they know anything,” you said standing.
“Be safe. You know demons can be tricky.”
“I know Ana. My lover is an oni, I know their tricks.”
Ana left and your dad sat with Jesse while you went to rest on your bed. Genji was making sure the house was safe. He checked all the runes and made sure there were no spirits lingering around the house, good or bad. Genji checked Gabe and Jesse, Gabe was holding Jesse’s remaining hand and talking to him softly. Genji touched Gabe’s back, the man nodded at Genji but turned back to his son.
Genji’s heart ached for your family. He always like Jesse, and seeing such pain inflicted on him angered the oni. Seeing your father crying and hearing you cry pained the oni greatly. He knew you three were close, Gabe took Jesse and you in when you were small. Your parents were once hunters and died. Gabe’s been your father since then. Genji left the room and went to see you. You were laying in your bed starring at the ceiling, he saw the tears on your face.
Genji climbed into bed with you and pulled you onto his chest. The steady and slow beat of his heart soothed you, you fell asleep on his chest. Genji watched as you slept. He knew this witch of the wilds was dangerous and manipulative, he heard rumors that she could raise things from the dead. He just hoped he would be strong enough to protect you.
so ready, i had a dream the other night, where the event started that day, and hanzo got a new legendary skin which let him shoot lazers out of his eyes, instead of using a bow.
McCree was in the door, leaning backward to stare into Hanzo's room.
Hanzo reordered his mane, smoothed his scales, corrected his posture. He stood almost six feet tall from his clawed fore-legs to the high arc of his neck. Most of his body and tail were neatly arranged in the dimness past the sunfall. Hanzo twisted to look back at McCree.
"I was passing the door, just looking around for you I thought I felt..." McCree put a hand flat to his chest a little absently, looked around the room, into the corners and out onto the balcony. "Thought I saw someone?"
Cowardice was worse. Hanzo snarled in the privacy of his own head. But his mind was full of the comfort of crawling up to sleep around McCree's neck, soft and warm and Hanzo had never thought he'd break his heart over something so stupid as his own cowardice.
