jealous hanzo

crazybunny02-blog  asked:

Jealous Hanzo or McCree?

Jealous tropes are MY JAM.  I know it’s supposed to be an unattractive trait but damn, it’s awesome.  I love me some jealousy.


Even before you and Jesse had started dating you knew he was the jealous type.  But his jealousy was as humorous as it was sweet; he didn’t get violent or even vocal about it–he only pouted like a child.  Sometimes handsy as well, but loving.  The first time you noticed he was jealous was when you were at the shooting range and Jack had made a correction in your posture, placing his arm around you to show you a better shooting technique.  Jesse had been watching you from afar after you banished him for turning a serious shooting session into playtime, but you could still see his shoulders stiffen when Jack stepped closer.  He didn’t relax after Jack left, and instead leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and mouth downturned despite the cigar that hung from it.  

So it was no surprise to you when you were chatting with a new recruit in the records office when you felt two hands come around your waist and pull you close.

“Hello, darlin’,” Jesse said, placing a kiss on your neck.  The recruit you’d been talking to wasn’t perturbed by Jesse’s sudden appearance, and when you pretended as if Jesse wasn’t there they only furrowed their brow.   You shot the recruit a glare, silently telling him to ignore you boyfriend exactly as you were doing.

“Darlin?” Jesse asked when you didn’t respond.  You continued your conversation, discussing local dining options for the recruit to take his boyfriend.  You felt Jesse’s grip tighten around your waist, trying to get your attention.  His chin rested on your shoulder, his rim of his hat brushing against the top of your head.  His fingers drummed along your sides, playing with the hem of your shirt in an attempt to irk you enough to talk to him.

Still, you had far too much fun making him miserable.  He let out a long sigh, his breath making your neck and cheek hot.  With another heavy huff he stuck out his right hand to the recruit and said, “Afternoon, the name’s McCree.”

Before the recruit could accept the handshake you swatted Jesse’s wrist, making him pull back with a hiss.  Even the recruit had to raise their eyebrows at that.  Just as you were about to part ways you felt a thumb and index finger pinch hard on your bum, eliciting a squeak from your throat.  You tried to jump forward but Jesse’s other arm kept you in place, his hand now flat on your ass.

“Jesse!” you shouted.  As you twisted your neck to face him the recruit dashed off, already seeing how red your face had gotten; they probably didn’t want to stay to find out if it was anger or embarrassment.

“Well you weren’t paying me any attention, sugar,” Jesse said.  You struggled to get out of his grip but all you could do was face him, allowing him to keep you flush against his chest.

“Well are you happy now?” you questioned.  “I’m gonna kill you, is that enough attention?”

Leaning close, his nose bumped yours, his lips still in a grin.  He purred, “Do I look like an unhappy man?”


For someone so quiet and reserved, nobody expected Hanzo to be as possessive of you as he was.  It wasn’t obvious to some, but Genji saw the way his brother stared daggers at anyone that came into your vicinity.  It was so subtle, in fact, that you didn’t notice until McCree had placed his hand just a little too low on your back for Hanzo’s liking.  He was lucky it was his robotic arm, because you were certain Hanzo’s grip was crushing as he carefully removed it from your lower back.  

Of course, you’d given him hell for doing it.  In front of McCree no less.  To a certain degree it was sweet that Hanzo was protective of you but he couldn’t go around hurting people when they touched you, especially if it was your friend and a member of the team.  He gave little resistance, and you could see in his eyes that he knew what he was doing was wrong.  After that it didn’t help that McCree would sometimes go out of his way to wrap his arms around you, all the while sending a smirk to the archer.  Once you kneed him in the crotch for getting a little too happy at Hanzo’s discomfort he stopped, and Hanzo gave a rare grin.

One evening though, as you sat on your balcony with small cups of tea, you saw a small twitch in Hanzo’s lips as you told him about a bad pickup line from a cashier.  You questioned, “Why do you get so jealous?”

He must not have been expecting the question because you saw his adam’s apple bob as he gulped.  His face wasn’t as hard to read as most thought, and you saw as he went through the initial panic from your question to worry with a creased brow, to accepting it with a sigh.  “Do you not get jealous?”

You thought a moment, wondering if you did.  Hanzo didn’t exactly get hit on in public, but you saw the looks some would give him as he walked by.  He was an attractive man, you accepted that he turned heads.  You replied, “Don’t change the subject.  I don’t go around trying to break arms if you shake hands with someone.”

A small grunt came from Hanzo’s throat as he sipped his tea.  

You prodded, “Well?”

“I have not broken any bones,” he finally admitted.

“You nearly took McCree’s arm off and started hitting him with it,” you stated with a grin.

Seeing your smile made the tension in Hanzo’s shoulders relax, his teacup clinking as it touched against the glass table.  “That American is too handsy.”

“He only does it to get a rise out of you.”

Another grunt with pursed lips.  His eyes fell on his cup as he twisted it back and forth between his middle finger and thumb.  You waited, a little impatient, for his answer while he thought.  Finally, he told you, “You are important to me, I do not want to lose you.”

Your chair screeched against the stone balcony as you dragged it next to Hanzo.  You pressed the arm right against his chair and linked your elbow with his.  With a sigh you rested your head on his shoulder.  He continued to twirl his cup.

“Why would you lose me?” you asked.  

“I have done many things in my life,” he replied, “things that make me question if I am worthy of you.”

You flinched up, facing him.  He refused to look at you, and kept his eyes on his teacup.  “You don’t think you’re worthy of me?”

His silence was answer enough.

Taking one hand you pressed it against his cheek and forced his gaze to meet yours.  “Hanzo, please don’t put me on a pedestal.  And don’t worry about what you’ve done making me love you any less.  I love you.  You have nothing to fear.”

Stretching your neck up your lips met his, tasting of the honey he’d put into his tea.  With your forehead touching his you said, “And to answer your question, I do get jealous.  I don’t like it when other people look at you sometimes.”

“What do you do then?” he asked.  His knuckles stroked your cheek, his hand going to cradle the back of your neck.

“I remind myself that you and I share a bed,” you replied, “and I make sure to leave a little mark on your neck that you never notice to prove you’re mine.”

Hanzo hummed as he kissed you again.  “Perhaps I should mark you tonight so that McCree does not touch you tomorrow.”

You smiled.  “Now that, I’m very okay with.”

hello darlings i am sorry i have been gone so long, only two days now until im free from second year physics and can bring you the stuff that i have been planning!

i have been doing a lot of destress sketches in between revision and and doing comission work that i need to finish up, and here is one of them!

i’m getting back into the mchanzone in preparation for mchanzo week, and if you follow me on snapchat you might have seen peeks of the merman au ive been creating (if you wanna follow my username is morrowkei). there is gonna be lots of art to come, soon <3

Of course you may~

•Since you are a civilian without any kind of combat training, he took it upon himself to teach you a few tricks. Only if he knows you’ll be able to protect yourself at least somewhat when he isn’t around he’ll be able to sleep in peace.

•You always reassure him that you’re going to be fine and that altough you do not look like a woman able to defend herself, he still worries a lot about you. He just couldn’t take it to lose the only person that is able to love him like this, it would break his heart beyond repair.

•Whenever you two are out in public he has your hand intertwined, just to feel your presence beside him. He is a wanted man, after all, Talon has not given up on him yet.

•Hanzo remembers that one time he left you very clearly, you had lost him in the crowds. When he called your name but you wouldn’t answer, worry welled up inside of him as he tried to find you as fast as he could, only to find you in difficulties.

•Of course he got you out of this situation safe and sound, but you could tell how afraid he had been of losing you by the way he enveloped you in his arms. You had to speak gentle words to calm him down.

•Now he also gets very protective even if you aren’t in harms way. Take someone flirting with you for example; he’ll be at your side in an instant, one arm around your hip, shooting said person a silent glare intense enough to send them their way. A jealous Hanzo is kind of cute actually, though you would never tell him that.

anonymous asked:

I am in love with the way you draw genji????!!!! like I love your mchanzo but genji *sweats* oh boi

Hey there, Anon! 

Oh! Thank you for your love towards Genji! :3 I’m sure he appreciates it!! (at least as much as I do haha!)

Here’s a Genji for you! (He stole Jesse’s scarf!)


Awe thank you @aerihead that i did!!;v;
I have so many favorites! I’d totally draw more of them (butitslatesoilldothattomorrow)

Im sure you ment my favorite skin of theirs in game, but then i thought of them in my awful wardrobe and couldnt resist. (Zenyatta, Symmetra, Lucio and Junkrat are next)

Nothing Gold (Hanahaki AU): Green With Jealousy

Here, have ~12 pages of jealous younger brother inspired by a lovely chat with @gastriticmouse. I…I don’t know if there’s a tissue warning in this so I honestly have no idea what to tell you. 

Edited while listening to “Hallelujahin various different covers on repeat…or while keeping it in mind because I’m not allowed to have fun at work. The verses/phrases that kind of stuck with me the most were:

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

In which Genji’s got no chill, Zenyatta is trying to tell him something, and Hanzo just wants his brother to be happy. 

In which there are ways definitions of coping and different ideas of what is “okay”. The team is trying and Genji is just trying to get his brother back. 

“What ails you, my student?” Zenyatta asked, his orbs spinning neutrally around him.

For a long moment Genji didn’t respond though his fingers tightened into fists. “Many things,” he said tightly.

“Do you wish to speak of them?”

Genij hissed out a tense breath. “Not really,” he said. “But…only because I don’t wish to cause you distress.”

“Your distress is upsetting to me,” Zenyatta said gently. “If it is easier for you to let it out, then I beg you to tell me.”

For another long moment, Genji was quiet. “It is…my brother.”

“Ah,” Zenyatta said understandingly. It had been over a month since Hanzo had the surgery to remove his heart. The brothers still hadn’t reconciled over it.

Genji looked away. “He spends so much time with McCree…in the garden…I feel like I’m losing my brother all over again.”

“Perhaps you haven’t found a way to reconnect,” Zenyatta suggested gently. “Perhaps there are things that you may still do together that will bridge this gap with you.”

“What good would it do?” Genji asked bitterly. “He cannot feel.”

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anonymous asked:

Hanzo's s/o is getting hit on hard core. What he do? Reaper too?


Boy oh boy, Hanzo is secretly a jealous man but tries to hide it and he hides his jealousy poorly. You know very quickly that this person was hitting on you from the start and when you saw Hanzo’s glare. So you decided to have some fun by flirting back. Hanzo also hears a few sentences when he finally puts an arm around you and pulls you close, frowning deeply as you giggle at his cute pout.


Oh Hell No! Reaper is a possessive man and the second he sees someone even try to flirt with you, he’s cockblocking the son of a bitch so hard. Even if you were unaware of the person trying to flirt with you, it comes as a surprise when Reaper suddenly pulls you to his side, his arm holding a tight grip around your waist as he stares the flirter down. You are Reaper’s and anyone with common sense knows to stay away

dontaskmehowiam  asked:


v“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

McCree thinks, at first, that something is wrong with their mission, that their cover has been compromised and they are in very real danger at the event where they are currently digging for information, but he dismisses that theory as quickly as he thinks of it. Hanzo would not wait if he thought they were in trouble. But there’s something wrong, because Hanzo is not even looking at him, but every line of his body is straight, tense, muscles ready to snap at the slightest touch. His face in profile is set in a deep, bitter frown.

“’Scuse me a minute, darlin’,” he says to the woman in front of him. She smiles and brushes a piece of hair out of her eyes. Definitely interested, which had been the point–a little bit of Southern charm and he could get almost anyone to tell him what he wanted. And sure, she was pretty enough, but … well, even if this wasn’t about a mission, he’d rather talk to Hanzo any day. Today, his interest in her is only for information.

He ducks away and makes his way over to Hanzo. “Hey,” he says. “Somethin’ up? You look like you’re gonna blow a fuse any second.”

Hanzo glances at him from the corner of his eyes. He has a complimentary drink–something clear with a mint leaf in it, McCree can’t tell what from here–in a white-knuckled grip. “I am fine,” he says, and takes a deep drink from his glass. 

“You sure? You don’t look fine, and you’re supposed to be my back-up.”

“I am backing you up perfectly fine. We are not currently in any danger.”

McCree bites the inside of his cheek, unconvinced. “Well, somethin’s got you all riled up,” he says. He drops his voice low, for Hanzo’s ears only. “You know you can tell me, right? If something’s going on? I can’t have you distracted while we’re out here.”

Hanzo glares at him from the corner of his eye. “Are you doubting my performance?” he asks icily. “We are fine. I am doing my job. I simply did not think I need to stare while you flirted with some random woman.”

“I wasn’t just flirtin’, I was–” McCree cuts himself off, realizing. Hanzo’s face flushes red, and he quickly turns away again, downing the rest of his drink as he does.

“Wait a minute,” McCree says. Hanzo does not look at him, and crunches down angrily on an ice cube from his drink. “Hanzo, are you–are you jealous?”

“Of course not,” Hanzo snaps, too quickly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You are, aren’t you. You saw me flirtin’ for information and you got jealous!”

“That is not it at all.”

But McCree can see it written in Hanzo’s body language like words on a page. His own heart skips a beat as he thinks it to himself: Hanzo’s jealous because I’m not flirting with him.

Holy shit. 

McCree forces himself to play it cool. He takes a deep breath. Lets it out slowly. Looks over his shoulder to make sure the woman is still there and isn’t getting too suspicous. 

“Listen,” he says. “You ain’t got a damn thing to be jealous of.”

“I have told you, I am not–”

“’Cause I’ve only ever had eyes for you.”

Hanzo stops mid-word. His jaw works like he’s trying to find something to say, but no sound comes forth. He stares up at McCree, pretty dark eyes gone round with surprise. McCree huffs a laugh as he leans in closer, brushes his hand against Hanzo’s. 

“Here’s my idea,” he murmurs. Hanzo swallows hard, but his gaze never wavers. “We got a job to do here. But after we’re done here, in a couple hours or so … lemme show you why don’t gotta be jealous.”

anonymous asked:

So I’m just sitting in the kitchen eating otter pops at 10:11 pm and I’m really feeling a Soldier, Reaper, Genji, and Hanzo get jealous when some other guy is talking to their s/o

Soldier 76

  • He gets a lil’ insecure so he tries to walk closer to you, draping an arm over your shoulder, or waving you over. He knows he’s a bit older, maybe he’s too old for you, he needs a little bit of reassurance.
  • After they other person has left, he’ll kiss you, hoping that you kiss back with the same love, you always do. He doesn’t want to ask out loud if you still love him, it’s hard to say that. But you know what he means when he kisses you. 
  • If he is upset jealous, he will kinda pull you away and act a lil annoyed and pissed until you give him a lot of little face kisses.


  • If he doesn’t has his ‘Reaper’ shebang on, he will straight up waltz his ass over to you and kiss the side of your face closest to him. Until you can barely talk over your lover distracting you.
  • “So yeah,” *kiss* “ I had a really fun” *kiss* “ time at the party.” *kiss*
  • If he is wearing his Reaper thingy, he will quietly wraith his way behind you and try to scare off the person talking to you. He’s just standing there intimidatingly, staring, judging. The person usually gets nervous and runs off.
  • That just leaves Gabe to claim you once more. Entailing: rough kissing, grinding, and maybe even some really rough sex.


  • He trusts you enough to not start to doubt you, he may doubt himself just the tiniest bit. He’d just walk over to say hi and ask about who you’re talking to, what about too.
  • He doesn’t mind, but if he’s jealous he’d just drape his arm on your shoulder and try to stare directly at the person, trying to scare ‘em off. (Even with his visor on.)
  • He’d pull you into somewhere ‘private’ enough to make out with you, making you moan his name in the process. He may be reformed, but he still has his playboy skills. He can melt any man, woman, and anyone. 


  • He is pretty sensitive to this, he always doubts his worthiness and lovability. Some voice in his head always tells him everyone that loves him will leave him someday. 
  • He would tell himself that you would always love him, but his mind always ends up telling him you don’t love him. It’s really obvious when he is feeling very anxious. He kinda gets stiff and lost. He seems distracted. 
  • Once you notice that, you know to tell him you love him, hold him close, kiss him sweetly, lovingly. He loves you so much, enough to hurt himself.
  • If he is Angreh Jealous™, he will death stare that person while holding your waist. Then he will proceed to kiss you until you’re breathless at the heat, intensity. Be ready to call him your Sir if he is close enough to anywhere which you can fuck.

I read so many fanfics in which Hanzo is angry at Zenyatta - BUT I’M JUST LIKE. WHAT IF. Zenyatta is the ultimate dragon tamer? And he manages to make Hanzo feel so comfortable that he can just curl up like a cat with Zen after particularly healing meditation sessions??