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[fireflyquill]

Hi everyone! I apologize, but writing fragments will be more sparse for the next little bit: work is picking up, and I’m trying to stay focused on a McReverse Bang story! Here is another fragment related to the Daredevil Hanzo bit inspired by @saoirsewolf before I fully disappear. It skips over a few scenes but hopefully still makes sense:

While it was *technically* a hill, the angle was so steep that it almost seemed as though the ground fell away completely right as the decline started. Behind him, the sound of footsteps grew louder. In his ear, the voices on his comm wondering at his location grew more anxious. 

Hanzo considered the rickety old mountain bike that lay on the side of the narrow path. 

He considered Dr. Ziegler's look of pure malice and disappointment, considered Genji's look of absolute horror. He then considered McCree's eyes shining with admiration and awe.

He mounted the bike and tested its mediocre brakes. 

"Yee haw," he murmured to himself with a chuckle before pushing himself and the bicycle down the hill. 

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The day after, Genji returned to Gibraltar from a mission in Egypt. His arm had taken some minor damage from a lucky shot, and his thumb was twitching oddly, which brought him to the med bay. 

"Angela, I need heal—" he began without fully processing the scene in front of him. 

Mercy's hair was falling out of its normally neat pony tail, and she was muttering to herself in German. She had her back to him, and oddly had not turned around at the sound of the door opening. She was standing in front of a patient who was completely bandaged head to toe, a patient whose full-body cast made him look like a pin cushion because of the ridiculous number of medical pins that were required to hold his broken bones in place. Even before he could see the tufts of black and grey hair, and the narrowed eyes, Genji knew. The ninja froze, and began a careful retreat. 

"I will return later," he called, dashing away so that he would not become scapegoat to Angela's anger.

[claroquequiza]

saoirsewolf replied to your post “I’m always so perplexed when I see the slashed scroll in Shimada...”

Genji hid behind the scroll, "If I can't see him, he can't see me."

Facing away from Hanzo to make Hanzo’s perception check harder, of course. XD

[mctiddiezo]

A really good supernatural mchanzo fic is Ghost Stories On Route 66 by Nagaina, as a plus it's got some overprotective Genji in it.

Thanks partner! I will add that to the list! *finger guns*

[fireflyquill]

Still scarce for the next week or so, unfortunately. Here is part two to a fun idea from @saoirsewolf (Hanzo loves cute and fuzzy things). Part one is here!

At least when it happened again, Hanzo had the decency to wait until *after* the battle was finished. They were in Wisconsin taking down a dairy farm that had been a front for Talon operations (it was, admittedly, the last place they would have checked, were it not for the anonymous intel). The team was sweeping the premises to confiscate the last of the equipment, when Jesse noticed that Hanzo had disappeared. 

“Eyes on the archer?” He asked over the comm, with some concern. What if they hadn’t cleaned out the base after all?

His team took a moment to look around, but the answer was unanimously negative. 

“Wait. Are there *actually* animals on site?” Genji asked.

“Yes. In the barn in the back,” Winston answered.

There was some static, as Genji’s long, drawn-out sigh was caught by the mic. “Try there, McCree.” 

“Roger.” 

Jesse hurried to comply. He opened the barn door slowly to find Hanzo sitting on a pile of hay, a fluffy brown calf lying in his lap. Lena and Hana were already on scene, likely having figured out that Hanzo had a knack for finding the cutest animals. 

Hanzo was scratching the calf behind one soft floppy ear, as he looked down at the creature with a look of pure adoration. Jesse couldn’t have stopped the fond grin that spread over his own features if he tried. 

Later that evening, they decided to watch a movie to unwind. Jesse was lying happily in Hanzo’s lap, as his partner pet at his hair. 

“Soft,” Hanzo mumbled, barely audible. 

Jesse started as he made a connection he’d not seen before. Hanzo’s hand stilled, and he pressed at Jesse’s chin until their eyes met so that Hanzo could gauge whether something had upset McCree. 

Jesse grinned up at him playfully. 

“Moo.” 

That earned him a punch to the chest. 

Jesse attacked Hanzo with a flurry of kisses to beg for forgiveness. 

[fireflyquill]

@saoirsewolf at it again with fun ideas!! ❤️

The first time it happened, it was nothing special. Or, rather, it would have been nothing special had it been any other member of Overwatch. Even Morrison had grown up with a few pets on the farm.

But no, the first time Jesse saw Hanzo Shimada interact with a dog, McCree had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

They had been fighting a particularly aggressive troop of omnics that had been hell bent on destroying everything in their path. While Jesse's team was doing their best to reduce damage, there was only so much they could do, with machine gun fire coming at them from all directions.

Which was why the event was even more remarkable than it should have been, perhaps. Of course, Hanzo never did anything in Jesse's opinion that was not remarkable. Then again, it's not every day that the archer launches himself from his sniper's perch into a tactical roll initiated from 10 feet in the air, to wrap himself around a trembling ball of fluff.

"What? Oh fuck—for fucks sake, brother!" Genji had moaned over the comm before sweeping in to deflect enemy fire just a foot away from Hanzo. The archer had glared at Genji defensively before they both leapt out of the way with matching grace.

Hanzo had climbed a wall to a new vantage point. In retrospect, Jesse recalled the front of his garment being puffed up more than usual.

Several hours later, when the battle was finally done, the cyborg ninja had fallen into step with McCree, grumbling in two languages.

"What was that about?" Jesse asked.

"My brother, as usual, having no regard for his own life," Genji muttered.

They arrived at the dropship to find their teammates crouched in front. When they got closer, they realized that Hanzo was in the centre of his group, still cuddling the tiny, fluffy white dog in the arm that was not in the new sling that Mercy must have just fashioned for him.

"Was it worth it, brother?" Genji asked flatly.

Lena, Angela, Reinhardt and Hanzo turned up to shoot him a withering glare.

McCree snorted. The puppy whined.

Genji threw his hands up, and crouched down as well to scratch the dog behind the ears.

[camellias-stray]

After seeing someone with red nails, I finally remembered to leave an ask. Jesse worries me, and the fact that they've split up makes that worry go up x100. Genji looked so cool, and it's really awesome that he actually looks like a grownup? And Hanzo's expressions throughout the whole chapter are perfect 👌.

omg thank you very much ❤❤❤ I’m really glad you like the comic, it means so much!

And don’t worry, the boys won’t stay apart too long, it’s just a little heated considering Jesse is still fresh from a nightmare with a panic attack (I think many of us know that we tend to snap back almost the same way :P)

And I’m really glad you like how Genji is depicted! It’s been a bit of an... idk peeve?? (sort of, not really) I think most people forget Genji is 35, 3 years younger than his brother. We can argue that he “died” young so his body ages differently, but I’d like to think he’s up there when it comes to aging (minus the greying hair because he’s not as stressed as Hanzo) and most of his face is covered anyways so yeh :0

[fireflyquill]

Headcanon and jokes from @saoirsewolf! 

Last installment, I think. Thanks to @saoirsewolf for suggesting the idea <3 This was really fun!

Hanzo is a bit sad here, but his team’s on it. Thanks for reading!

Part One | Part Two

Two weeks went by, and Jesse was placing dead last. He had only managed to score a single point ("Even if you were chicken, which you're not, you'd be impeccable."). The gunslinger didn't seem concerned, however, and Hana and Genji knew better than to underestimate him. 

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Hanzo wasn't that hard to read, not if you knew what to look for. The trio could read him all too clearly now after the bad mission in Hanamura: the way his shoulders were held stiff; the fragile, brittle self-loathing that emanated from his very skin, suggesting that he would implode under the whisper of a wrong word, and retreat to his room for hours, if not days; the way he wasn't able to meet anyone in the eye, particularly Genji. One misstep, and Hanzo would crumble. The trio exchanged looks of alarm as the archer walked into the kitchen, clearly distraught, but trying to hide it, likely for their benefit. 

Jesse frowned, brow knit with determination. "Another bonus point if I can get him outta this one." 

Hana and Genji nodded in unison, more concerned about bringing Hanzo back than about losing their game. 

Jesse secured the Stetson on his head, and stalked forward carefully, but with purpose. 

He stopped well within Hanzo's space by the sink, where Hanzo was about to make his tea, and lifted the archer's hands to his lips. Looking first for permission, he kissed the knuckles of each hand gently.

Hanzo huffed, but forced a smile. 

"Can I help you?" he asked, voice equal parts wry and defeated. 

Jesse didn't insult Hanzo by asking how he was. That much was clear enough to see, and Hanzo had a habit of dodging a proper answer to such questions anyhow. 

"I'm just glad to see you back, sweetheart," Jesse crooned happily. "While you were away, I was thinkin' I might take you to Santa Fe for Christmas." 

"Oh?" The strain in Hanzo's features lessened at the promise of a better tomorrow. "Tell me."

Jesse smiled encouragingly. "Take ya out to the farm. Show you how folk do things there. Show you the tractor."

"The tractor?" Hanzo blinked at him, confused by the sudden and very specific suggestion. 

"Why, sure," Jesse continued with an easy smile. "I figured you'd wanna see it." 

Hanzo continued to look bewildered. Hana and Genji looked much the same. 

"Seein' how the folk there like them so much. They're real—" 

Genji's mouth fell open as he figured out where this was going. This was a ridiculous, clumsy set up, which in all likelihood, was going to make it super effective. 

"—protractors."

There was a moment of intense silence, where not even a mote of dust dared moved in the entire room. 

Hanzo began to blink rapidly, his shoulders drawing up as he attempted to prevent the bodily response that was about to be torn from his control. It was too late. His eyes crinkled as they did so very rarely, and every last tension fell away from his frame as the laughter shook through him. 

"Math jokes," Genji muttered to Hana. "Of course the nerd would be weak against math jokes. Why didn't I see it earlier?" 

Hana patted him on the shoulder. Neither of them seemed genuinely upset. In fact, they were relieved. 

Jesse looked entirely proud of himself, but wasn't done yet. "It's so good to see your smile, sweetheart. We worry about you sometimes. Not a lot," he added seeing that Hanzo was sobering at the thought of it. "Just a li'l bit. Because we care."

"I realize," Hanzo confessed. He turned to look across the room at Hana and Genji. 

"I realize that I am not the easiest..." he faltered here, as the trauma of his previous mood came flooding back. Jesse lifted Hanzo's chin with his flesh hand, hoping that the sudden gesture would break the reverie. It worked. Hanzo shook his head with vigor, as though to dispel whatever it was he had been thinking. "Thank you," he said simply instead. "I—" 

Hanzo looked ready to offer some sort of reassurance about his well-being, but Jesse squeezed the other hand that he was holding, and gave him another gentle smile. 

"I know, I know, we've got nothing to worry about. I mean, after all, we shoulda known you'd be okay. Your love of geometry and all." 

The room fell silent again, feeling the wind up. 

"With geometry," Jesse explained with a devious grin. "Life's never pointless." 

Hanzo burst into laughter right away, almost doubling over so that Jesse had to catch him. He could barely breathe, and, as was to be expected, began to snort. Jesse looked at him with an awe that the moment did not seem to deserve. 

"GG!" Hana congratulated. "Four points. That's practically a one hit kill."

"I should have expected as much," Genji grumbled without any actual anger. "Come on, let's go before it gets gross." 

"Too late," Hana scrunched her nose. 

Hanzo had looked up finally to find Jesse beaming at him, full of affection. 

"I love making you laugh," Jesse confessed. 

"And I love you," Hanzo returned softly so that only Jesse could hear. He tipped his head upwards to steal a fierce kiss. 

Genji sighed as he and Hana snuck out of the kitchen to give them privacy. "Well, that outcome was to be expected." 

Hana hummed in agreement. "But it was still fun. Too  bad the game's over."

"Why must it be over?" Genji asked slowly, as the idea dawned on him as well. 

They exchanged a look. 

"First to ten?" Hana suggested. Genji shook his head. 

"Most laughs in one year?" She tried again. 

"Better," The ninja agreed. "With a clause to continue as needed." 

Hana grinned and extended a hand so they could shake on it. 

"He'll still win, you know," she pointed out. 

"I know," Genji admitted. "Which in itself is a great victory." 

Hana heard the waver in his voice. She slapped him hard on the shoulder. "Come on. Let me beat you at a different game instead."

The ninja snorted. "You can try!" 

They raced for the the common room together, confident in the knowledge that the win with Hanzo belonged to all of them.

[fireflyquill]

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“First to three.” He scoffed. “That’s barely a contest.” “First to five,” she countered. There was silent consideration. “Bonus point if you can make him snort,” she added smugly. The two men exchanged a quick glance. Their years of comraderie meant they understood each other right away. They turned back to the gamer. “Li'l Lady, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Just collected the fragments from this headcanon and cleaned them up a bit! Thanks again, @saoirsewolf, you’re the best XD