Whiskey&Sake

Ask McHanzo! An Overwatch RP blog for Jesse McCree and Hanzo Shimada. All McHanzo content tagged as "whiskey and sake". (Moira side blog @frameshiftofmind) ((18+ mun, accepting all sorts of questions! Willing to RP with anyone and everyone!))

[whiskeyandsake]

On reuniting

It’s not a particularly quiet time, not usually. He’s suspicious, and for a moment his throat tightens as he considers the possibility of coming home to less people than he bid farewell to only ten months ago.

It’s irrational, and he mutters as much to himself. The tension in his muscles matches that which lingers in his mind.

In all honestly, he just wants to kick up his feet in a wicker chair overlooking a modest garden, and if he’s lucky, have a familiar shoulder to rest his head upon.

Thwip!

He flings himself backwards, Peacemaker in his hands aiming directly at the ground in front of him. Arrow - attack - target above. His sights and his aim shift up to the rooftop, pausing. There’s a tense moment while Jesse finally processes the familiar silhouette, and he snickers to himself as he holsters Peacemaker and relaxes his stance.

Hanzo hops down off of his perch, striding towards Jesse. He ignores his fallen arrow.

“Your reflexes,” he says. “Impeccable as always.”

“Your aim. Damn near gave me a heart attack. An’ after what I’ve jus’ been through...”

A little laugh. It makes Jesse’s heart jump.

“Apologies, McCree, for my insensitivity.”

Jesse waves it off. He’s too preoccupied with the smirk on Hanzo’s lips. Too content to take a minute just looking him over. His hair looks longer, though still tied with a golden ribbon. Beard tidy, as always, a stark contrast to his own scruffiness. Hanzo, to his credit, waits patiently, until Jesse takes the two steps forward to close the distance.

“I missed ya, sweetpea.” The words come out rushed, murmured into Hanzo’s hair. Jesse inhales and it’s like the first breath of fresh air he’s ever taken. The arms tightening around him nearly make his legs give out, it’s such a rush of comfort and contentment and home, that he can’t hold in the sighed words of affection. “Hanzo. Hanzo, sweetheart, I missed ya so god damned much.”

“I missed you, Jesse. Every day was a battle. Every night, a loneliness I could not shake. I-”

“I’m home now, darlin’.” He moves to pull away, if only to look at Hanzo, but he’d be lying if the way Hanzo resisted for half a second doesn’t choke him up a little. “I jus’ want t’ look at you.” He wants to look forever, if he could.

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Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

[whiskeyandsake]

On genuine disinterest

"I saw the sunrise today."

"And?"

Disbelief. Then anger. He pushes down the tiny bit of familiar rage begging to escalate this.

"I do not see many sunrises anymore." Not when he sleeps well past noon. "It was... pleasant."

"Swell."

It isn't said with any malice. In fact, it's quite convincing; Jesse does, undoubtedly, find it all swell.

Hanzo's eyes narrow and his mouth threatens to scowl, and Jesse deserves it no matter how genuine he was sounding.

"I realise I miss the sunrise. It was once my favourite-"

"Mhm."

"I wish to-"

"Yep."

"I did enjoy it."

"Well, maybe you should quit sleepin' so late and start wakin' up earlier an' you'll see s'more of 'em."

He's silenced entirely. No, there is nothing wrong with Jesse's suggestion, no jab or snark behind it, just a harmless, well-meaning piece of advice from one man to another. He's the very personification of good intentions.

"Perhaps I should."

"There ya go."

A dismissal. As clear as day.

It's barely approaching 8 AM as Hanzo returns to his own quarters, the light pouring in from his open window and spilling over his unmade bed and the clothes slipping off his chair onto the floor. The gradual shift from a gentle blue glow of the moments before dawn to bright, white, natural light was done, and Hanzo had been an accidental audience to the captivating phenomenon.

He squints. Shuffles over to the offending window. And yanks the curtains closed. The room falls into a comfortable darkness, save for a sliver of light painting a crooked stripe on the opposing wall. He crawls into bed until he's awoken not by light, but by the afternoon heat following the afternoon sun.

When he inevitably fails to sleep before 5 AM again, and dark blue is slowly lightening around the edges of his curtains, he draws towards the window.

So that he may pull and twist the curtains around and cover all edges of his window, and the unwelcome sunrise can find an audience in someone else.

[whiskeyandsake]

Peryite

Send me a character and a Daedric Prince and I’ll draw them!

My boy looks good with that infected puke green B)

[whiskeyandsake]

FAREEHA IN NOCTURNAL WELCOME BACK SABI

Send me a character and a Daedric Prince and I’ll draw them!

HI HELLO

[whiskeyandsake]

Send me a character and a Daedric Prince and I’ll draw them in that palette!

Yes, I know I’ve been away for a long time, but writing again isn’t entirely in the plan yet. Drawing is though ;)

[karshmallow]

[whiskeyandsake]

((Life is tricky rn, love you all very much and miss you, be back... soon.))

[soldier-id97-a-deactivated20210]

"The fuck is a smarm?"

“Smarmy is when you’re charming to get your way. You’re smarmy when you want to be, cowboy.” She tape him on the nose. “I’m sure you know that, Joel.”

[whiskeyandsake]

She gets a scrunched up nose and a scowl in return.

"Joel ain't m' name and you know that, Bishop."

[whiskeyandsake]

"Shit, darlin', guess I'm illiterate."

[soldier-id97-a-deactivated20210]

“99 bottles of beer on the wall,” sang Kali. “And I’m going to drink every one of them.”

[whiskeyandsake]

“Ain’t gonna leave me even one?” Jesse teased. “You’re no fun, Bishop.”

[soldier-id97-a-deactivated20210]

“Maybe a few,” she said, using her thumb to pop the bottle cap off of one and hand it over. “It’s American beer anyway. Makes me miss living in Europe, y’know?”

She took a thoughtful sip. “Promise no more questions? At least, no bad ones?”

[whiskeyandsake]

"Ain't nothin' wrong with American beer..." he murmured, but still he raised the bottle in thanks, downing half of if before looking at her with gentle eyes and a crooked smile.

"No more bad ones. Promise."

There was very little he didn't know about her anyway.

"Dog person or cat person?"

[whiskeyandsake]

((I want a symbiote au for hanzo still but I keep forgetting how to actually make an au))

[soldier-id97-a-deactivated20210]

@whiskeyandsake

“How can you even ask me that?” She spat. “My brother is dead, he’s gone. He died a long time ago.”

She shoved Jesse out of the way.

“Don’t call me until you’ve grown a half a braincell.”

[whiskeyandsake]

He took the shove, but it didn’t keep him from marching behind her, kicking chairs gracelessly out of his way.

“Then fuckin’ say so! This shouldn’t even be a choice, Bishop!”

Again and again, Jesse was propped up against any and everyone, never receiving a death sentence or a lifeline. And now, against a dead man, she still hesitated, contemplated a bullshit hypothetical, seriously considered the impossible.

And didn’t give him shit.

“When are y’ plannin’ on growin’ a god damn backbone and pickin’ me?”

[soldier-id97-a-deactivated20210]

Her fist lashed out, striking the concrete wall beside her. Pain shot up her knuckles, but she ignored the crunch of her own bone.

“It wasn’t - it’s not a choice. It’s never a choice. You should know that.” She turned to look at him with wet eyes. “How can you think I don’t pick you when you’re the one I pick every time? When you’re the home I go to? I don’t even pick my living family over you.”

“You should know that by now without me coming out and saying, ‘Yes Jesse, I pick you over my dead brother.’ And if you really think it’s worth yelling and calling me a coward over, fine. I’m a coward. I’m hurt. Hope you’re proud.”

Holding her hand she wiped at her eyes awkwardly. She didn’t know where to go. She didn’t care.

[whiskeyandsake]

Years ago, he might have flinched at her violence. Now he was just glad it wasn't his face or his stomach.

Standing there, eyes on her awkward fingers, bent and scratched, he felt no satisfaction. No validation. No point he suddenly felt was triumphantly proven.

He felt sheepish.

He should have apologised. Taken her into his arms, sobbing his guilt into her hair and begging for her forgiveness.

But if Kali Bishop was a coward, Jesse McCree was as yellow as canned corn.

And yellow-bellied Jesse McCree simply pushed his way past her - taking care not to knock her hand - striding through the door with his hat pulled down over his eyes.

[whiskeyandsake]

((Shows up once in a blue moon for memes and angst.

What a mood tho.))

[soldier-id97-a-deactivated20210]

@whiskeyandsake

“How can you even ask me that?” She spat. “My brother is dead, he’s gone. He died a long time ago.”

She shoved Jesse out of the way.

“Don’t call me until you’ve grown a half a braincell.”

[whiskeyandsake]

He took the shove, but it didn't keep him from marching behind her, kicking chairs gracelessly out of his way.

"Then fuckin' say so! This shouldn't even be a choice, Bishop!"

Again and again, Jesse was propped up against any and everyone, never receiving a death sentence or a lifeline. And now, against a dead man, she still hesitated, contemplated a bullshit hypothetical, seriously considered the impossible.

And didn't give him shit.

"When are y' plannin' on growin' a god damn backbone and pickin' me?"

[soldier-id97-a-deactivated20210]

“99 bottles of beer on the wall,” sang Kali. “And I’m going to drink every one of them.”

[whiskeyandsake]

"Ain't gonna leave me even one?" Jesse teased. "You're no fun, Bishop."

[whiskeyandsake]

Jesse: You have a choice - give up a secret that could condemn innocent lives, or let Kali die in front of you for your silence. What do you do?

He scowls. Grunts. A tiny bit of genuine fear flickers across his face, just for a moment. Then he scowls again.

"I ain't- I can't-" It's just a hypothetical.

He's sure he wouldn't show so much uncertainty faced with an actual decision.

This is just hypothetical.

"I do what's right. Now fuck off."