Today is something a bit special; it is a continuation of a super old Fic (previously posted in the Havin' Fun? fic collection as chapter 236).
I'll post that fic along with the continuation; I changed out Cassidy's old name for the new one and I put a few more periods in there. I tend to make those mega long sentences :')))))
Anyway so the first fic is:
Cassidy/Deadlock member – Alpha!OC, Alpha!Cassidy; young!Cassidy – Cole's first Alpha/Alpha experience.
The continuation is:
Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 1/3(ish) – Alpha!Hanzo, Alpha!Cassidy; young!Hanzo; old!Cassidy – Years later, Cole just owns his preferences.
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Part 1
“F-Fuck… C’mon dude, this isn’t.. it’s not funny, alright?” Cole whispers heatedly, straining to keep his voice low as a gaggle of other Deadlock members sleep just around the corner.
His pants hang around his skinny thighs, belt shucked to make it more comfortable. Bertie’s hand is cupping his balls, fingers cheekily slipping behind and rooting around without finesse until he finds the small clench of the other Alpha’s hole.
Cole hisses, fingers curling into Bertie’s shoulders. He lifts up onto the balls of his feet, legs dancing apart until they are restricted by his pants.
“And it’s not funny to wake up to you stuffing your fucking face with my ration, Cassidy,” Bertie hisses back, a flush spread across the bridge of his nose and his high cheekbones. He looks just as nervous and unsure as Cole feels. “And if you don’t want me to go crying to the boss, you should be a little nicer to me.”
“Fuck you,” Cole grunts because Bertie’s fingertip, blunt and square, has wriggled into the tight clench of his body. Bertie stinks of Alpha pheromones, but they don’t set his teeth on edge as much as they should have. In fact, he feels nervously aroused. It’s been a while since he fucked someone.
“Come on, Cassidy,” Bertie whispers, face so close Cole can feel his breath against his lips. His tone has taken on a decidedly whining quality. “Just the tip, man. Nobody’s gonna ever know. Just… Just wanna jerk off into you, hm?”
Cole groans, belly going tight. Fuck, that sounds hot. Fuck. He clenches his jaw for a second. Unclenches. Licks his lips. His fingers are kneading into the fabric of Bertie’s shirt as he throws nervous glances around the dark, dingy hallway. Just around the corner, they can hear the other guys snore.
“Alright,” he finally whispers, embarrassed at how hard he’d gotten. “Just the tip, though. Just the fucking tip.”
He turns around awkwardly, flushing hotter at how he has to hold up his pants so they don’t fall to his ankles.
Bertie is breathing hard and wet behind him and is on him in a second. There’s the clinking of metal as he fumbles with his fly, Cole biting into his arm, trying to keep quiet. He wants to touch his cock; can already feel the tip being wet and needy, but between stuffing his mouth and holding up his pants, he has no hand free.
And then Bertie is on him, fumbling and cursing under his breath, inexpertly pressing the wet tip of his own cock against the tight clench of Cole’s hole.
“Just the tip,” he can hear Bertie whisper under his breath; a little sibilant because he’s probably biting his tongue as he stares down, concentrating on the task at hand.
Cole grunts when he takes the thing, eyes watering with the stretch and burn, lifting up onto the tips of his feet once more.
Bertie groans and Cole closes his eyes at the fierce throb of his cock. It should be disgusting to get mounted by another Alpha, but all he feels is debilitating, unadulterated lust.
“Just the tip,” Bertie whimpers like a mantra. Cole ripples around his cock. He feels himself getting needy for it, so he doubles down on biting into his sleeve to keep himself quiet.
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Part 2 (Years later)
Cassidy is the oddest Alpha Hanzo has ever met. He doesn’t trust him farther than he can throw the guy lounging just next to him in the plush seats. They’ve been watching the stage for the past half-hour with Cassidy taking up almost all the conversation. He does not need Hanzo to reply, it seems.
He just keeps talking in that low drawl of his, his words almost unrecognizable in the din of the club and around the cigar he’s been puffing on for most of the night.
After the talks, they’ve gone out for drinks. Cassidy has taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Hanzo, after getting a whiff of the potent Alpha smell next to him, had done the same – if only just to display his own dominance.
He has leaned back, not particularly trying to make himself small on the lush half-circle bench. When Cassidy didn’t particularly react, eyes apparently glued to the stage, he had stretched out his arms along the backrest, relaxing and letting his own scent spread.
If he wasn’t mistaken, Cassidy had even moved a little closer. Hanzo throws him a narrow eyed glance. The Deadlock Alpha is big and burly and hasn’t put on any cologne as far as he can tell. That thick, dark smell is all him: Alpha through and through. He must have a knot the size of a damn fist.
Hanzo frowns at the Omegas dancing on the stage. He hasn’t paid attention to the entertainment for a while now. He tries to focus on them – anything, really – but Cassidy’s conversation is starting to worm into his head more than the alcohol in his glass.
Eventually his patience runs thin and he downs his liquor, putting the glass on the table with a clack loud enough to shut the other Alpha up.
Cassidy’s bushy brows lift, his eyes calm as he briefly looks Hanzo up and down. He reaches for his cigar and takes it out of his mouth, tongue briefly appearing to wet his lips.
“Somethin’ the matter, boss?”
Hanzo can feel his skin pebbling into goosebumps. The easy deference in Cassidy’s deep voice as he calls him ‘boss’ is way too submissive and all kinds of wrong. The prickle along Hanzo’s spine is a lot more sensual than he would like.
His frown becomes even more severe. He stands, grabbing his jacket. “I am starting to have a migraine. I will retreat for the night.”
Their hotel is large and expensive. There surely are a few Omegas traipsing around the halls, trying to get some pocket change but sucking an Alpha off or getting their slutty holes filled. He might just take one and-
“Well alright then. Let’s go.”
He grits his teeth. He watches Cassidy pushing himself up onto his feet. He’s tall, taking up room. Hanzo can see Omegas and Betas following him with their eyes instinctively without breaking their conversations.
He wants to tell this weirdo to get lost but the deal between the Shimada and the Deadlock is important and Cassidy hasn’t been outright rude yet. Just oddly amicable and uncharacteristically calm.
So instead of baring his teeth at him and growling, Hanzo just grunts and turns around, his jacket thrown over one shoulder.
He is overly aware of Cassidy behind him. The other Alpha isn’t close enough to breathe down his neck but… Hanzo can’t ignore his presence either. The slow thump of his boots on the carpeted hotel floors make sure of that.
At least their rooms are on different floors. Hanzo will be rid of him just in a few more minutes…
The elevator is empty when the doors open. It is lined on all sides by mirrors. Hanzo stares at their reflections as he and Cassidy step inside, disgruntled how the other Alpha is almost a head taller than him.
The enclosed space also means that he can smell him a lot more. Thick and potent and far too close for comfort. The elevator cubicle is decently large but for some reason the other Alpha insists on staying so close that they almost touch. Hanzo can feel the heat radiating off of his body. His hackles start rising, blood beginning to boil. Had he been any lesser Alpha, he would have put the bumbling fool in his place with a hand around his neck and an unkind knee against his dick.
Instead, Hanzo forces his muscles to relax.
It is a clumsily obvious intimidation tactic by Cassidy. Trying to subtly dominate Hanzo simply because he is taller than him. So Hanzo swallows the initial rage tickling at the back of his throat and instead does not react to it. Jaw clenched, he simply stands his ground, pretending like the other Alpha isn’t even there taking up space and putting out his Alpha smell into the enclosed space.
It occurs to Hanzo that Cassidy smells… excited, despite the unassuming expression on his face.
He is still thinking of that and the possible reason – maybe Cassidy is planning to take an Omega whore as well – when he feels a big, warm hand cupping his ass. Hanzo’s breath hitches, his back stiffening.
Eyes snapping up toward Cassidy face, he can’t do anything other than just stand there and stare. He’s taken off guard; of course he is. How on Earth is he supposed to react to that?
This is an Alpha feeling him up and looking like nothing is amiss. And he is feeling him up. It is not a casual brush of a hand against him; it is Cassidy willfully palming his ass and even squeezing it.
The elevator starts to slow down as they reach their first destination: the floor Hanzo is on.
Cassidy’s eyes snap toward him suddenly, finally acknowledging Hanzo while his hand is still gently squeezing another Alpha’s ass.
“How’s that migraine?” he asks in a conversational drawl.
Hanzo ears himself obediently answer: “It just got worse.”
Cassidy grins crookedly. The elevator stops with a gentle ping and the doors open.
“I got a remedy fer that. C’mon, I’ll show ya. Won’t take no time at all.”
Hanzo feels himself getting turned around and gently steered out of the elevator. There’s still a hand on his ass and an Alpha pressed against his side. There’s a single cleaning lady in the hall, throwing them a small look – but Hanzo can’t tell in that split second whether she recognizes they’re both Alpha or not.
All in all, Cassidy starting to feel him up and then steering him along the hotel hallway – on Hanzo’s floor no less – takes about five seconds. Ten, if one wants to be generous.
Finally, time snaps back into perspective and Hanzo regains his autonomy.
Gritting his teeth, he stops dead in his tracks and half turns, grabbing Cassidy’s wrist to rip his dirty paw off his person and lay into him.
He is not quite prepared for the other to casually use his momentum against him, though. Cassidy just rolls with the punches, turning along with Hanzo and pushing open a small side door that the other hadn’t even noticed was there.
In one excruciatingly smooth motion, Cassidy slips into the cleaning closet he opened up and pulls Hanzo along with him.
The door clicks shut and darkness engulfs them. What… the fuck.
Hanzo knew better, he knew not to go into the forest without his father or one of the elders. And yet here he was. His older cousins in a fit of of jealousy that he was made clan heir instead of them, threw his stormbow into the woods, and as he went to retrieve it a shrub literally sprouted legs and took off with it.
It took him a moment to comprehend what he’d just seen before he realised it was making a getaway. He bolted after it forgetting the possible dangers that may lay ahead.
He jumped over logs and giant roots following it further into the trees. The shrub tumbled over a rock and Hanzo pounced. He grabbed his bow and squashed the strange creature but not without winding himself from the fall. He coughed and sat up trying to suck air back into his lungs. “Wh-What the hell was that stupid thing?...” he croaked out to himself.
The woods were cold, murky, and eerily quiet. He looked around to see the path he’d followed in, including his footsteps, had disappeared. He always thought his father and uncles were being ridiculous when they’d warn him not to venture into the forest alone. He remembered his father telling him of trickster fox spirits that’d lure him in and steal his soul. He took all the stories of magical entities and demons with a grain of salt, because that’s all they were, stories right? But now... he was starting to think they were telling the truth after all.
He began walking in the direction he was certain he’d come from, and yet he didn’t recognise anything he passed. The forest seemed to grow stranger and stranger as he walked. Trees grew larger in size and some seemed to have faces or eyes, he swore they followed him as he moved.
A clearing finally opened up ahead... there was a puddle in the middle of it, red, and thick... blood... he looked at it confused before suddenly it rippled as a droplet fell from above. He looked up and was mortified at what he saw.
Human bodies hung from the narled tree branches above, like spiced meat being cured for the coming winter months. He looked at them, there were so many people. Young, old, women, men, children. Some of them were missing limbs while others were missing everything except for their heads. He heard a low groan escape the one that was still bleeding. “R...r... run...” they gurgled out.
Hanzo backed away, his foot stepping on a twig. A loud snarl sounded from the tree line surrounding the clearing... “another lamb wanders to the slaughter...” a thud sounded, than another, footsteps?
A large, red, clawed foot slammed into the bloody puddle. Hanzos eyes doubled in size as he saw the creature emerged, a gigantic, hideous oni. It grinned baring it’s tusks before taking in a deep whiff of the air. “And of such noble pure blood too... it’s been so long since the Shimada clan has offered me a sacrifice... and they send me their very own prince~” it laughed reaching for him.
Hanzo didn’t hesitate, he knocked an arrow into his bow and fired shooting it in the eye. It staggered back and roared, Hanzo took his chance, he bolted for it. The oni took chase.
This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be real, demons weren’t real! Even still no matter what he thought this was very real, and he was in a lot of danger. The forest itself seemed to be against the young prince, he swore the roots of trees were raising up to trip him and their branches reaching to grab him as he ran. The ogre sounded like it was right behind him now, he made the mistake of looking back.
The moment he turned his gaze away a root ripped up from the earth sending him tumbling to the ground, he struck his head hard on a rock, and his bow was flung from his grasp landing too far away for him to reach. He winced laying in the mud and dead leaves, he tried to stand but his head was spinning and despite his grieves the impact had damaged his fragile ankle. He looked up seeing the blurry outline of the ogre approaching, it’s forked tongue licking at the blood and puss dribbling from its punctured eye, “you’ll be sorry for that...” it snarled reaching for him.
Hanzo tried to scurry back and away but the tree roots wrapped around his wrists and his legs trapping him. “N no! Stop! Plea-” a spark, a crackle of burning kindling, and a bright red flame. Hanzos eyes widened seeing a torrent of fire fly over head, it’s form taking that of a gigantic fox, it charged at the Oni sending it staggering back roaring in terror. It turned and ran off with its literal tail between its legs.
He lay there, awestruck and terrified. His eyelids grew heavier as he watched the firey beast approach him slowly... he blinked and it was gone, instead he felt three very soft fluffy tails brushing around his face. “Kiss.. kiss... fall... asleep...” That voice... so sweet... he blacked out.
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It was dark out when he opened his eyes, his head was throbbing and his mouth was dry. The soft pitter patter of the rain outside did nothing to ease the pain he was in, though the soft futon he found himself snuggled in did... He looked around to see he was in a tatami room, a small one but traditional in design. It was illuminated by two paper lanterns. One was sensibly hung in the centre of the room, but the other was oddly placed in the corner.
His eyes glanced over it as an odd fixture, until it moved... he swore it moved. “Oh! Youre finally awake!” A voice sounded from somewhere in the room, Hanzo looked around in every direction, it sounded human but it sounded... wrong...
“Hey! You were looking right at me a moment ago!” It shrieked... Hanzo cast his gaze back to the lantern. He screamed and scrambled from the bed seeing a huge yellow eye looking right at him. His reaction clearly frightened the odd creature, one of the ribs of its paper frame opened into a sort of mouth and it screamed in response before disappearing into a puff of smoke.
Hanzo clambered to his feet and made a run for the door, as he reached for the handle it suddenly opened... Revealing you... a cute witches hat, two big fluffy ears, and three fuzzy tails. All matched up to a charming face and a dainty feminine body wrapped up in a black dress with a big bow. “I thought I heard something.” You giggle.
The prince stood there, unable to comprehend what he’d just seen, what he was seeing now. You looked adorable, so bubbly and sweet. But you were definitely not a human. “Wh where...” was all he could muster out.
You smile up at him before looking down at his ankle, bandaged up, and no longer injured. “Ah! Well I see you’re leg is all better now! That salve never fails!” You chirp before taking his hand. “Let me have a look at the bump on your head. You wouldn’t roll over without swatting me away in your sleep! Humans are so rude!” You say puffing up your tails.
“...Nani?....” was all he said. He didn’t fight back as you led him back to the bed. He kneeled and sat with his legs folded, never taking his eyes off you as you stood before him and inspected his wound. “Tsk, humans are such fragile things too. What were you thinking bumbling into an Oni’s lair like that?” You say reaching into the fur of your tail and removing a small vial of liquid.
“I I was following a shrub! It stole my bow! And when I got it back the forest had turned itself around and I... I...I sound insane...” he says softly. “Mm, most humans do in fact go insane after encountering spirits. You seem different though.” You say pouring the liquid onto the swollen cut. He shivered in response, it didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. He grasped hold of your waist trembling. “Shhh, I know it feels funny. It’ll stop in a moment.” You say patting his hair.
True to your word it stopped after a few seconds. The wound had closed over. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to find where it had gone... “what... are you?...” he whispers.
You puff up your tails and pout. “A thank you would have been nice... But, oh well.” You say putting the vial back into your tail. “I’m a fox... just a fox.” You smile. “Oh... and a witch, I suppose I classify as a witch?” You giggle.
This was all so much to take in... he looked at all your unusual features, he had to admit you were very cute but, he just couldn’t fathom this was even real. His eyes suddenly stared past you as he spotted movement in the corner again... the lantern had returned and it was floating towards you. “ITS BACK!!!” Hanzo shouted grabbing the pillow from the futon and throwing it at the strange creature.
It screamed and dodged. “Why’d you bring this maniac home y/n?! He’s trying to kill me!!!” It shrieked. You looked back at it and shook your head, “you shouldn’t have revealed yourself right after he woke up Chō Chō! He’s been through enough already and the last thing he needed was you gawking at him! When I said keep an eye on him I didn’t mean it literally!”
The lantern, who Hanzo now assumed was named Chō Chō suddenly stuck out a long, lolling, tongue and blew it at you like a child would to their sibling. “How was I supposed to know!!” It shrieked. You shook your head and grabbed the tongue, you pulled it and it stretched like a rubber band before letting go allowing it to snap back into its paper body. “Just go outside.” You say exasperated. “Fine! But if he hurts you don’t come crying to me!” Chō Chō huffed before disappearing into a puff of smoke once more.
You looked back at Hanzo after the lantern disappeared, you could tell what his question would be before he even opened his mouth, “Chōchin obake... a paper lantern ghost. Y’know, a Yokai?” You say shifting your ears from side to side.
Hanzo blinked, “that thin-” you cut him off, “Chō Chō.” You say abruptly, clearly not liking him referring to your friend as a thing. “Chō Chō... is a spirit then?...” he asks softly. You nod. “And you are... a spirit too then?...” he says softly. You nod, “I think I lend myself closer to an Ayakashi than a normal spirit but then again I have been alive for only a short time... I’m only... 200? I think? I stopped counting after a while.” You say swishing your tails.
“200?!” Hanzo sputtered out, “you look like a teenager! 20 at most!!” He says abruptly. You couldn’t help but blush. “I I do? Aw... the other foxes were right, I do have a baby face.” You pout cutely.
“O other foxes? You mean there’s more of you?” Hanzo asks, you thought it was a dumb question but you can’t blame his curiosity, you were one of the first spirits he’d seen after all. “Mhm, we often live in groups but... I was the runt of my litter. I never really fit in with the others so, I left. This is my shrine!.... it’s small... like me...” you say gesturing to the room.
That explained the traditional architecture of the room at least, he looked at you then around the at the tatami walls once again. “I live here with the yokai I rescue around the woods... my pack still come by to check on me every now and then though... they baby me a lot.” You sigh.
He smiled and nodded, “at least you’re not alone out here then.” He says before blushing as his stomach suddenly growled, he looked at the floor embarrassed. You couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh right! That’s what I had to tell you! I’ve cooked you some dinner!” You chime taking his hand and leading him from the room and down the hall.
He followed obediently, the last thing he wanted was to cross you after seeing what you were capable of, even still, you seemed nice for what humans would call a trickster spirit.
You lead him into the kitchen/dining area. It was cosy, a wood burning stove with chimney, a sink lined with a mosaic of malachite and sea glass, a large table cluttered with spell books and tea cups, and a literal flowing stream cutting right through the floor by the far wall, he could see fish literally swimming through. It looked like something from a fairytale or a ghibli film.
He could smell something hearty and flavourful cooking away over the open fire. You pulled out a chair offering him to sit before bustling about the kitchen, you scooped some rice out into a bowl and then placed a heaped ladle full of the sauced meat and veggies over top. You handed it to him and poured some tea before making yourself a bowl and sitting down across from him.
Hanzo stared at the food, it looked delicious but he couldn’t help but be cautious. What was in this? Was it safe for humans? Could a spirit fox even cook for a human? “It’s safe.” You say nibbling at a piece of pork. “I made it with a human recipe... it tastes so bland!” You whine.
He blinked before taking a bite of the rice with the sauce... he felt all his apprehension melt away as the flavours danced on his tongue. Bland? It was many things but it wasn’t bland. He scoffed it down in a few mouthfuls before looking at his empty bowl and the amused look on your face... “would you like another bowl?” You ask. He nods, cheeks flushed pink, “yes please...” he whispers. You giggle and take the empty dish refilling it before returning it.
You had no clue humans could eat so much, he’d had 3 whole bowls before he was full. He sipped at his tea looking very satisfied. “Well, I’m glad to see even though I’m only a half decent witch, I make a good cook!” You giggle before collecting the dirty dishes. “I could eat that every day for the rest of my life...” he smiled. The compliment made you blush... it was nice having some appreciation.
He watched you as you scooped up a bucket of water from the stream, you poured it into the sink making a plume of bubbles rise up as it mixed with the soap. He couldn’t help but admire the way your body moved as you mulled about your little kitchen, so cute, so bouncy. He blinked as he caught a glimpse of something blue in your tail... his quiver.
“where... is my bow?...” he asked softly. He wasn’t expecting that question to make your whole body go ridged and your ears tuck back... you sheepishly turned to face him... “th-the rains going to be here for a few d-days and it’s n-not safe to go out into the forest while it’s raining, m-my fire magic won’t work s-so you’ll be stuck here until I-I can take you back to your home...” you say fidgiting with your dress.
“You didn’t answer my question...” Hanzo says raising a brow, now getting a bit concerned... you stood there looking like a child being scolded by her father for misbehaving... you reached into your tail and removed the bow. It looked brand new, clean, and you’d even restrung it... “I I can’t trust you...” you whisper as you hug it close.
That statement caught him off guard. “What?... why not?” He says feeling a little insulted... “th... the last human I helped... he had a sword... he said he’d be okay finding his way home and when I gave it back to him...” you began to tear up... you turn around and untie the bow that sat just above your tails from where they peeped from your dress. It exposed your back and he could see a scar above one of your tails, the fur never grew back there... He could swear he’d seen similar scars before, he was certain he knew what type of blade had made that cut.
Hanzo felt his heart ache seeing that... he opened his mouth to speak but your meek little voice cut him off. “S-so I’m keeping it! U-until I can take you home okay!!” You shout, your whole body was shaking... “okay... okay...” he cooed.
You jumped in fright feeling him brush against your tails, he took hold of the large ribbon and tied it back into place. You turn and look up at him sheepishly before placing his bow and quiver back into your tail. “Can I ask... why he did it?...” he frowned... “k kitsune tails are filled with copious amounts of magic. They bring eternal luck, power, or youth to the holder depending on which tail they take...” you whisper. “M my family were near by... they scared him away and I managed to escape with my tail...” you sniffle.
He nods before gently patting your hair. “I see... I understand.”
“Y-you’re not mad?” You say softly, your adorable ears still tucked back though they began to shift loving being patted.
Hanzo shook his head, “of course not... I’m honoured you still found it in yourself to even care enough to save me after what that man did to you.” He says softly.
Your ears pricked up in surprise,.. maybe you could trust him after all. “I... I’ll be honest... I was originally going to kill you when I first saw You...” you say softly... Hanzo felt his stomach flip but... he had a feeling he knew why... “ why is that?...” he asked.
“Because you look so much like that man...” you whisper looking down at your hands as they scrunched up and twisted your skirt... “I see... what did the sword look like?...” he asked. “L long, a katana... red and silver blade and a black hilt.” You say softly.
“That man was... my father...” Hanzo frowned... you nod, “I realised that... I saw your face and... you looked too kind to be him.” You say meekly.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as he gently lifted your head to look at him... “I won’t let him hurt you again... I promise....” he smiled. “Oh... I never did introduce myself did I?... I’m Hanzo... Hanzo Shimada.” He says softly as his hand moved to your cheek.
Your eyelids fluttered at this strange new contact, it felt so nice, like being patted behind your ears did but, better, much better. “I-I don’t know whether to call you a brave man, or a foolish one for telling a spirit your name... d don’t you know how much power a name can hold hold?...” you whisper.
“All brave men are fools, but not all fools are brave.” Hanzo smiled as he continued to stroke your face, loving how relaxed it was making you. “Ah, now you’re speaking my language... foxes love riddles.” You chirp opening your eyes, his breath caught in his throat, your eyes sparkled like diamonds in the glow of the lantern light. You truely were magical.
...
The rain stuck around for a few days as you had said it would. Hanzo took a great deal of interest in practically everything inside of your home. It still frightened the hell out of him whenever something he thought was inanimate would suddenly move. He never thought he’d find himself apologising to an umbrella for stomping on it after it literally popped open to say hello.
But more than anything... he found himself watching you, the way you went about your day. Sweeping the house while you had a mop and bucket follow after you, how you’d have spices float and pepper themselves into every meal you made while you read the recipe with interest. And how you’d adorably watch the stream waiting for a decent sized fish to swim through to catch it. Hanzo has no clue how that gigantic one you caught even managed to squeeze its way in through the hole in the wall.
He sat at the table watching you cook, the way your tails swished as you hummed a song he didn’t recognise, the way your ears twitched listening to the rain, the way you’d occasionally glance back and smile after catching him staring. He’d fallen for you hard... and you were afraid to admit it but.., you’d fallen even harder for him.
“...Hanzo!!!!....Hanzo!!!!!”
Your ears pricked up hearing voices outside... Hanzo looked surprised too... his family were looking for him. He looked so happy, but you... you looked terrified.
“Tou-san! Genji! Uncle! They came for me!!” Hanzo says getting up and running outside, “w wait! It could be a trick! Hanzo please wait!!” You scream watching him run out into the rain.
You watched him, you fought with yourself, stay or follow, stay,... follow! You grabbed an umbrella, making sure it wasn’t alive, before running out after him into the forest.
Hanzo smiled seeing his family, his father, his brother, his cousins and uncles... he waved to them before running closer. You managed to catch up to see him approaching... not his family... but a pack of kitsune... your pack...
He couldn’t see through the illusion, he blinked as you suddenly grabbed his arm. “Hanzo stop! It’s not them!” You cry trying to pull him away. “What are you talking about? You think I wouldn’t recognise my own family?” He says sounding annoyed with you, “ it’s an illusion! It’s not them! Please listen to me!” You beg. “Y/N cut it out! Let go of me!” He didn’t mean to push you... you lost your footing and slipped landing in the mud and breaking the umbrella with your fall...
Your fur, your hair, your dress, everything was soaked. “Y y/n I’m s s-” Hanzo was cut off by an ungodly howl, “KILL HIM!!!!”
He looked back at ‘his family’ in horror, foxes with the bodies and clothes of humans all charging at him... he reached for his bow but it wasn’t on his back, you still had it...
He prepared for his fate.., but it never came... he heard you whimper and howl... you barked and squealed... he opened his eyes to see you in your true form. A tiny little fox, you stood your ground in front of him growling at the larger kitsune... your own family...
They looked at you, confused... one kneeled down to your eye level and tried to pat you, you snapped at them... it tried again and you did the same, you bared your teeth and tried to puff up your fur but it was drenched and heavy... they all looked at each other... then at Hanzo... the look in their eyes both a threat and a request... “look after her...” they all whisper before they gracefully stood down and turned walking away...
You watched them leave... you’d officially abandoned your family now... you turned and looked up at Hanzo, your fur dirty and your eyes filled with hurt... he reached down and picked you up. “I... I’m sorry... I should have listened...” he frowned.
He carried you back to your little shrine. As soon as you were inside you changed back, you stood there, caked in mud, drenched from head to toe... “dinners on the stove... help yourself...” you say before walking off to go clean yourself up.
He stood in the doorway watching you skulk off to the wash room... he was soaked. He sighed pulling off his top and ringing out his hair before following after you. He found you sitting on the stone floor pouring hot water over yourself trying to scrub the dirt from your tails, all the while he heard sweet pitiful little sobs pour from your lips.
“Y/N...” he whispered... you jumped and covered yourself with the wooden bucket you’d been using for water. “Let me clean you...” he says softly. You felt so pathetic... “I d-don’t need your he-” your words died as another sob hiccuped from your trembling frame.
He walked closer and took the bucket filling it with hot water again. “You looked after me... now it’s my turn to take care of you.” He says pouring it over you.
You look up at him as he moved your hair from your face... you swear you’d never be able to understand humans. You suddenly move closer and climb into his lap hugging him tightly... “p-please... g get this muck out of my fur...” you whine.
He gently pressed his lips to your forehead and rubbed your back. “I will... I’m sorry for hurting you...” he whispered. You blush at the bold sign of affection, did this mean?... he wanted to be your human?... your tails swished flicking water everywhere. “Kiss... kiss?...” you whisper.
His face went nine different shades of red... he nodded shyly. “O only if you f feel the same way about me as I do you... w will you... come home with me?... and live in my castle?...” your ears pricked forward before moving side to side... you leaned forward and kissed his lips gently.
Hanzo swore he heard a bell chime... he opened his eyes to see a red ribbon on one of your tails. A large silver bell attached to it. You nod and smile. “I will!” You chirp. He felt his heart melt, you’d tied your soul to his so willingly.
He pressed his lips back to yours and smiled tracing his hands down your naked body... you were trembling, not from excitement but because you were still wet and now very cold. “Ah! Y-you’re shaking! H here let’s hurry and get you cleaned up so you can have a hot soak.” He says grabbing a brush and some soap.
...
The two of you got warmed up and found yourselves snuggled by the stove eating dinner, it was a little burnt but that was okay, he said it still tasted good. You on the other hand couldn’t fathom how humans thought this was well seasoned.
That night as he crawled into bed you joined him and snuggled up at his side wrapping your tails around him tightly... “o oh... before I forget...” you say sitting up. He blinked watching you reach into your fur, he had no clue how that magic worked, you must have a void hidden in there somewhere. You suddenly pull his bow and quiver from your fluff, you set it in his lap carefully, “I... I trust you!” You blush.
He felt his heart swell with joy... he set them down beside the bed and hugged you tightly kissing your lips adoringly, “I swear my darling... I won’t betray your trust. I’ll guard you with my very life if I have to. I’ll never, ever go against your word again.” He whispered as he stroked your cheek.
You leaned into his touch and smiled. “Y you promise?” You say now practically purring. He nods and kisses you again. “I promise.” He cooed. You swished your tails about happily making the bell chime, it sounded so sweet. “I trust you.” You smile.
...
Hanzo stood outside looking at the sunshine as it peered through the trees. You suddenly bounded out of the shrine, every single last one of your belongings minus the table and stove now tucked away in your magic tails. He took your hand in his. “Ready?...” he says smiling. You nod and squeeze his hand gently. “I’m ready!” You chime.
You two took one final look at your old shrine before making your way through the forest. As you reached the edge of the little clearing, You heard a whine from behind you... you looked back to see a group of foxes. All looking at you, your family had come to say final goodbyes... you tear up and smile, you bowed to them. They all bowed back. You blink as you stand up... Hanzo was bowing to them too... “I vow to you all, I will adore her until my dying breath.” He says proudly, voice clear and full with emotion.
The pack all tilt their heads at him, they swish their tails in approval. You both heard the chime of a bell, and suddenly they’d disappeared, and with them, your old shrine. All that was left was a single, wooden bucket laying next to the stream. You smile sadly, you’d miss your family, but it’d be okay. You had Hanzo now. You took his hand once again and you both continued on your journey.
As you approached the forest edge you heard it, “Hanzo!!! Hanzo where are you!!!” His uncle called, “Cousin!! Please come home!!” One of his little cousins, “ANIJA!!! EVERYONE ITS HIM!!!” His little brother, Genji screamed. This time, it wasn’t an illusion.
You looked up to see a young man running towards you. You shyly hid behind a tree as the smaller male hugged his older brother tightly. “You’re alive! You’re alive! We thought you were dead!” He cried.
Hanzo smiled hugging his little brother tightly, he rubbed his back and cooed softly. “Shhh little sparrow, I’m okay.” He says watching as other members of the clan approached.
You watched curiously and cautiously as they hugged him with such joy in their hearts that he had come home. They laughed, they cried, they scolded him for scaring them. “SON!!!” That voice...
Your ears tucked back as you watched that man, Hanzos father, Sojiro Shimada, approach. He hugged his boy tightly lifting him off the ground and barely holding back his tears as he held him. “You’re alive... I feared the worst... how did you surv-” he blinked as Hanzo suddenly pushed him away...
“Son?...” Sojiro asked with confusion in his voice. “You... owe someone an apology...” hanzo said lowly. Sojiro looked at him confused, “who?.., what have I done? Hanzo?...” he said as he watched his son turn around to face the tree you were hiding behind.
“Come out... I’ll protect you Y/N...” Hanzo smiled holding out his hand. You hesitate for a moment before stepping out into view. A hushed gasp fell over the clan as they gazed at your features.
Immediately Sojiros hand moved to his sword. “Get ba- Hanzo?!” He says shocked watching as his own son drew an arrow against him. “Don’t... you... dare...” Hanzo hissed between clenched teeth.
You were trembling like a leaf... the bell on your tail rattling... your ears pricked forward as suddenly Genji stepped in front of you drawing his blade. Not against you, but against his father as well... “look at her tail father... she’s not going to hurt us.” He smiled softly. Sojiro furrowed his brow before looking at your tail, the red ribbon, and the bell. A sign of love, devotion, a spiritual bond...
His eyes moved up to meet yours. He immediately felt like a young man again, being brought back to that little hut, injured, frightened. You cared for him so selflessly and he betrayed you...
He raised his sword... and stabbed it into the ground before bowing on his hands and knees to you. He was a proud man, but he was a fool in his youth... “I’m sorry...” he says softly, his voice genuine and gentle...
You step forward past Hanzo and Genji, you gently place your hand on his head and smiled. “I... I forgive you...” you whisper.
...
A few months had passed by, you’d reconciled with Sojiro and plans for your wedding with Hanzo were well underway.
You were loved among the clan and they’d begin work converting the temple into a shrine for you, their very own fox guardian and eventual wife of their future leader.
The clan took a great deal of interest in your magic, and as a gift to each of them for welcoming you so warmly you offered a blessing. Dragons. Powerful, ancient, but loyal spirits.
Each dragon chose their master, it was a surprise even to you when Hanzo found himself with two fighting over him. They really were like scaly cats.
It wasn’t long before Hanzo had the chefs using your recipe book in the kitchen too. Everyone agrees with him that your food is delectable, you still think it tastes bland.
You smile looking out of the balcony window admiring the cherry blossoms as they came into bloom, “it’s so pretty... I never got to see them while in the forest.” You sigh. Hanzo smiled embracing you from behind. “No where near as beautiful as you, my blossom.” He whispered nuzzling into your neck.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?” Genji suddenly screamed from his room. You and Hanzo both run out into the hall right as a lantern flew by, you’d brought Chō Chō with you... along with the other Yokai.... you couldn’t just leave them behind.
You both peer into Genjis room to see him only in his underwear clutching his sword looking like he’d just experienced a heart attack... “it might take him some getting used to...” you say rubbing the back of your head. Hanzo couldn’t help but laugh
Hanzo knew he should go home. The sun was starting to set, and school was done for the day. They might be worried if he came back late. Worried...or mad. He was supposed to have lessons in math and judo today before dinner. His tutor and his sensei would probably yell at him for being late; they had before. Maybe he’d have to eat late, or maybe not at all. Even so...
He just couldn’t.
It wasn’t fair. So what if he was the ‘heir to the Shimada clan’? All it did for him was give him extra lessons after school, get him yelled at for mistakes, make his classmates talk behind his back no matter how good his grades were and leave him without friends - all while his teachers and senseis and elders and his father and everybody expected him to just do it without complaining. He hated it. He didn’t have to do all this when he was Genji’s age.
And then he’d fallen while walking home and skinned his elbow.
Now Hanzo was sitting alone on a bench in the nearby park, sniffling and trying to hold back tears as he dabbed at the blood with a handkerchief his mother had given him.
Hanzo was tired. Not physically, no, he’d always been a bit of a night owl. He was tired of the pressure, of the expectations. He knew they came with being Shimada Sojiro’s son, but at least for a little while, he didn’t want to be the heir to a formidable yakuza clan. He wanted to forget that. He wanted to be Hanzo, just a young man looking to relax and have a good time on a Saturday night.
He’d ended up in a bar, dressed in skinny jeans, half-laced boots, a close-fitting tank top, and a hoodie to hide his sleeve tattoo. Even then, the memory of the next day’s afternoon meeting left him nursing a barley tea after only one small decanter of sake. Annoyed with himself, Hanzo turned his attention instead to the other patrons whom he hadn’t noticed before in all his solitary mulling. One of them immediately caught his eye.
To be more accurate, the man’s plaid shirt caught his eye first - but then he saw the broadness of those shoulders, how casually dextrous those differing hands looked, and the shape and length of those legs. Dragging his gaze back up, the sight of the man’s profile sparked a whim so strong in his mind that Hanzo was standing and approaching the other before he fully realized it.
Setting his barley tea down beside the older man’s whiskey, Hanzo swallowed as politeness won out over embarrassment. “May I sit here?” At least his voice sounded steady.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Emily Jade always thought that she was going to have an easy like, coming from a rich family with a lot of power she was used to just cruising through like. However, the day comes when her parents have some news that shocks Emily, they have set up an arranged marriage to a young man from a powerful family from abroad. It’ll be difficult, but both know they have to make things work for their families.
My new fanfic! I finally decided to start writing something bigger. Who knows maybe I’ll even finish it. But until then, enjoy!
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Hanzo’s spent less than a day in the desert, and he already knows it’s going to be the death of him. Or rather, the car is going to be the death of him. For the last half hour, it made an even more irritating sound than any Genji or his handheld devices can do. It also was more concerning. The only real danger with Genji and video games is, that it is possible (and highly likely) that you get smacked in the face, because for some reason Genji thinks moving in real life will help him. Hanzo can speak from experience.
But the car was not that I’m-going-to-be-punched-in-the-face concerning, but rather a I’m-going-to-end-up-being-stuck-in-the-middle-of-nowhere concerning. And if that really happened, he’s going to die, either because of the heat, the coyotes in the night or his brother rage quitting and being mad at, of course, Hanzo. A shiver appeared at the thought of the latter, it started slowly in the neck and made his way down his spine, like it was some kind of insect.
Wait, is it one?
He wanted to stay calm, telling himself that he was just imagining things, but within seconds he utterly failed, loosened one hand on the steering wheel and hastily strobed over his back. He sighed relieved as he only felt his own skin, even though it was sticky from all the sweat. If the car breaking down wasn’t the death of him, then surely it would be because of a heart attack or because he lost his mind. By now, he wasn’t all too far off, of the latter one.
Growing up surrounded by criminals surely wasn’t good for his psyche, nevertheless training his whole live to become one of them, only to end up being told to kill your brother, nearly doing that and, in the last moment, deciding to escape with him. Maybe he already is crazy for thinking that he would be safe from the Yakuza. They would catch him, it doesn’t matter where he was, around the globe, on another planet or here. Even if Hanzo himself didn’t quite know where here is.
Here is somewhere hot, dusty and barren. He drove for hours now, and all he saw of here, is cactus after cactus, rocks and red, dry earth. As far as he could see, there were no animals, except for all the bugs with a death wish that flew against his windshield.
So, of course he was more than confused, when, out of nowhere a cow appeared in the middle of the street. He didn’t believe it was real, it had to be him, definitely loosing his mind. It didn’t help, that the cow started starring him directly in the eye, as if everything would turn into a western movie and they were at the scene with the epic stand of. Only a former Yakuza against a cow, one lives, one dies. Or both, if it weren’t for Genji looking up from his smartphone, screaming “Cow!”, squishing Hanzo against the door while grappling the steering wheel and yanking it to the right.
The car was turning uncontrollably, the tyre’s squealed on the asphalt and started swirling up the dust around them, as soon as the car left the road. Both brothers screaming in panic, Genji still pressing against Hanzo, who took all his strength to shove his little brother back to his seat, and stop the car. After some more seconds of screaming, the car stood still. Both brothers stared at each other, not knowing if they should embrace the other, because they’re still alive or should shout about what the fuck just happened. Genji chose the latter one, after he took a deep breath.
“What the damn hell was that supposed to be?!”
“Wasn’t my fault this cow decided to just stand in the middle of the street! What were you doing?!”
“You saw it from miles away! You stared at it! And you didn’t steer away!”
A deep moo from the goddamn cow interrupted them, as if it wanted to not be forgotten. “Shut up!”, both yelled. Then, they started giggling, laughing at how close they were of probably dying because of a cow. Hanzo leaned his head against the steering wheel, he didn’t care that the horn was echoing through the whole desert, he just sighed deeply.
Both of them calmed down and Hanzo turned the key. The car didn’t start. He turned again, and again, the car only making a gargling noise, like it was on his way to a slow death. Hanzo looked at Genji, who for some reason, started giggling again. “We aren’t dying because of the Yakuza or this desert, but because of a cow.” That made even Hanzo grin a bit, but it vanished in a disappointed sigh. “Hey, where are you going, Aniki?”
“Checking the engine.”
Bad idea. The sun shone directly on his already sweating back. At least he had his sunglasses on, even though they were really shitty, it was better than nothing. Also, Hanzo has no idea of engines or cars or anything close to that. He could tell you anything about archery or painting, engines however, are something completely different. They shouldn’t release a black, stinking smoke that hurt your lungs when you breathed it in, right? Hanzo was, at least, sure about that.
“Genji”, he yelled, hoping the younger one wasn’t busy playing on his smartphone, wasting the battery, “get your things, we’ll have to walk!”
They walked in quiet, only their footsteps and heavier getting breathing filling the complete silence. Genji’s bright green hair contrasted the deep red of the desert. But his skin started to fit in more and more, as he surely turned into a tomato with sunburn. Why didn’t they think about getting sunscreen? Genji sure could have used it, and Hanzo as well. But he was ashamed to admit it out loud. Every couple of minutes Genji checked his smartphone for connection. “If there is connection, they’re people.”, he explained it. Hanzo thought that first, Genji just would start playing flappy bird or something, but the teen actually was responsible enough to only look at the lock screen and nothing else. Maybe he wasn’t so undisciplined as he thought.
“Genji, I just wanted to say…” “What?” Well, what did he actually want to say? Should he apologies for all the crap that happened in the last few days, or should he say something along the line of being proud of him? That would be true, but weird. Weirder than the situation that they’re in now. He opened his mouth, and closed it again. “Nothing.” “Oh, come on”, Genji started whining, maybe he wasn’t as disciplined, he was still only 19, after all, “you know I hate it, when you’re so mysterious and shit. This normally doesn’t end well.” Hanzo nodded slightly, the tone in Genji’s voice revealing to him, that he knows Hanzo too well, to not notice when he feels concerned. He rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m just proud of you. How you go through this mess like it was nothing.” “Isn’t like I have much of a choice.” Even though these words were nothing more than a silent mumbling, more to the speaker himself than to Hanzo’s ear, they echoed in his head, till their feet and the rest of their bodies hurt and the sun slowly met the horizon changing the sky to the same colour as the ground. Beautiful, but you shouldn’t look at it for too long. Somehow, even terrifying, announcing the dark and cold night.
Hanzo’s gaze sank to the ground right before his feet once again, but he got ripped out of his thoughts by a hand grappling his shoulder and shaking his whole body. “Look, there!”, the other hand of Genji pointed to a house, not too far away, but still a good ten minutes of walking. Or sprinting after Genji, as he decided to run towards him, ignoring all his aching muscles screaming at him to stop. “Come!”
As they approached the house, more and more buildings, a whole little town, made itself visible at the end of the horizon. Genji jumped up in the air and started to cheer. Overreaction was an understatement, but it somehow seemed fitting and Hanzo had to fight the urge to join him. If somebody was in the house, they’re going to think that he’s the rational one of the rather odd duo. As rational as someone who nearly ran over a cow that was the only living thin besides him and his brother in an over 30-mile radius can be. Which is not a lot, but enough to not seem crazy.
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There was light shining out of the windows of the old house with a shack attached to it. Well, the shack was about the same seize as the house, but it was rather hastily built and more for practical use. A big sign decorated the front of it.
Reyes & CO.
Behind the lettering was a wheel with black smoke coming out of it. Not only was this, coincidentally a garage, but judging by their sign, they also knew a lot about black smoke.
As impatient as Genji normally was, he was too nervous to knock, so he waited for Hanzo to do it.
Knock, knock, knock.
Heavy footsteps neared the door. “Damnit Fareeha, I told you I’ll look into it tomorrow.” The door swung open, revealing the owner of the voice. With a confused look he scanned the brothers from top to bottom until he spoke further. “Sorry, garage’s already closed. See ya tomorrow.” Before he could close the door, Hanzo stepped into the doorframe, and the mechanic stepped back. “I’m sorry, Mr. Reyes, but…” “It’s McCree, Jesse McCree.”, he interrupted rudely. “Mr. McCree, but our car broke down and it’s an emergency. We have to leave as soon as possible.” McCree looked at them, like they were mosquitos flying around and stopping him from getting a well-deserved rest. “It’s already eight, I’m cooking, and you want that I go and work?” “Please!”, but Genji’s pleading didn’t change his mind. However, it made him sigh. “Where did you come from?” They simultaneously pointed to the right, and McCree let out a whistle, “Well, please don’t take this as an insult, but you look like you walked a little too much. With that I mean bad as hell.” “Then my exterior matches my interior.”, Genji murmured and, to his surprise, made McCree chuckle. “I like ya. Now, like I said, I ain’t working today anymore, but I’ll do what I can tomorrow. Come in.”, he stepped aside and even bowed and waved them in, “like I said, I’m cooking something at the moment. And I ain’t like some of those people who’ll ignore folks in need.” Genji wanted to walk straight in, but Hanzo put an arm before him, making him stop. “Are you sure?”
“Hella sure. Plus, if they’re two things I always make too much of, it’s thoughts and spaghetti.”
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The day couldn’t get any weirder. It started with them driving the car to possibly nowhere, nearly running over a cow, walking for at least an eternity and ended eating in some stranger’s house. Not that Hanzo would protest, it was delicious, or maybe it was just his stomach getting greedier and greedier after finally getting something after a day of being ignored. At least he wasn’t alone, Genji was in the same situation. Their host seemed to enjoy it, since all he did was watching them with a grin, and saying how glad he was that he, like always, made too much food.
It was only after all of them finished, that Hanzo raised his voice. “We are very thankful for your invitation.” “No problem”, he grinned again, “Do you guys have a place to sleep? If not, then, well, you could stay here. I mean, it ain’t a five-star hotel or even a three star, but it has a bed and good service. So, maybe two stars?” “We would love to!”, Genji was way too excited. Or stupid for trusting a stranger so much. Well, different than them, the stranger actually told them his name. Which was a weird part to leave out, but they managed to do it somehow, probably because of the hunger.
“I think we haven’t interduce us yet.” “Oh yeah, this is Hanzo and I’m Genji Shimada.” How stupid can his brother be? Telling someone they just met their last name? This wasn’t even a good idea with people they trust. So yeah, the kick was justified. He made his point clear with his famous stare, and moved his head to McCree’s direction, who just observed everything with a confused expression. He scratched what was the beginning of a beard and cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. “Great, anyway about the beds, I have one guestroom and a very comfortable couch. You decide who gets what.” And with these words, he left the room and took the dirty dishes with him. “Even though you fucked up, you get the bed.”, Hanzo hissed and followed McCree, wanting to help him as a thank you for his hospitality. As much as he sometimes hats the idiot called Genji Shimada, he was still his younger brother. He swore, he heard Genji mutter: “Was planning on doing that anyway.”
The sound of the running water hitting the sink, and the rattle of the porcelain plates covered Hanzo’s footsteps and he, automatically started sneaking. A bad habit, but after years of training he wasn’t going to stop it. “Hey Hanzo, what are you doing here?” What? How could the mechanic have seen him? Maybe he wasn’t so skilled as he thought, or maybe his feet, after hours of walking in the desert, just weren’t able to do such a thing anymore. “I wanted to help you. It’s the least I can do.” “Thank ya kindly, darlin.”, he stopped to observe Hanzo, who thought it was weird, but definitely not the weirdest thing that happened today, that title went to the cow of death, “You got some ugly sunburns. I think I have a cream that could help ya. By the way, are Genji and you brothers or something?” “Yes I hardly believe myself, that we indeed are blood relatives. If I may, why are you so nice to us?” The kitchen went silent, as McCree seemed to think about an answer. “Gabriel always told me to help. And well, you guys looked kind of fucked up, still do a bit, so yeah. Plus, a gentleman helps everyone, if it’s his best friend or a stranger.” He wasn’t finished, but Jesse voiced the last part so much under his breath, that it was impossible to decipher. Hanzo even thought at first, that it wasn’t even English. Whatever language it is, it wasn’t meant to be heard by him.
“Who is this Gabriel you’re talking about?” “I’ll tell ya later. Can you finish this? You just must dry the dishes and put them up there. I’ll go and search the cream.”, clearly uncomfortable with this subject, he left the room as quickly as possible. Ok, if this will go on for now, he definitely is the rival of the cow of death. Not only did he act quite weird, but his looks were, to put it nicely, special.
The flannel looked quite normal, if you ignore the black stains. But the cowboy boots and the belt buckle? The Japanese man doesn’t know what BAMF meant, but by Genji’s reaction to it (It didn’t surprise him, that the younger one would know that) it was something just as embarrassing as the hat. Granted, he hasn’t seen McCree with the hat on yet, but he’s sure, it will look ridiculous, adding to his theory, that absolutely nobody looked good with a cowboy hat on. Not even someone as handsome as McCree.
Hanzo snapped out of his thoughts, what the hell was he thinking about? You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. But if McCree would be a bookcover, it would be an artistic one, every element of it, carefully chosen but only one thing contrasting it all. Like a black and white photograph with a dab of a neon colour, or the metallic prothesis on the cowboy. What was he doing? Think of something annoying, like Genji!
Hanzo knew as soon as he saw her that she was the only one for him. She was absolutely exquisite and perfect in every way. He’d almost shared his feelings for her, until his role in his father’s clan got in the way.
