… or the short Mchanzo story behind my comic (link to it below). I wrote this before starting to work on the comic, using it as a base script for the upcoming events. However, while drawing I decided to change some details/events, but mainly I tried to keep it alike the original writing!
I hope you will enjoy it! I linked below the comic for new readers also :3 Thank you!
The blow sent him in the middle of the road, fully exposed to the enemy, and he knew that his bow wouldn’t be too much help in a close gunfire encounter. He looked around for a cover, but his eyes caught a silhouette standing right against the sun.
“Hanzo! Move!” He heard a voice yelling through the bullets that kept firing around him, but it was something that held him in place, making him feel hypnotized by the newly encountered enemy. There was something familiar about him, but couldn’t tell what yet. He shielded his eyes with his hand, trying to distinguish it better and he actually noticed that the other wasn’t standing anymore, but walking forward, towards him, however still too far to be recognizable by any chance.
Hanzo tensed his bow and started to step backwards, his eyes still on the walking silhouette. He focused, aiming for the head while trying to lure the other one closer into the cover of a rock arcade that shadowed the road beneath. His back soon stopped against a pillar of an old barrack, so he decided to wait there and see if his opponent will take the bait.
“Closer…” He murmured to self, his grip tightening on the bow, stretching its chord even more as the other nearly stepped into the desired spot. However, right before the last steps he should’ve made, something crashed into the building Hanzo was using as cover, forcing him out and causing him to fire the arrow he prepared for his enemy, shooting down a drone that kept firing from above. He glanced at the thing that crashed against the barracks, but noticing only a robot of the enemy, he focused back on finding a safe spot to aim from, trying to peek at the mysterious silhouette as he did so.
“Close one there, partner, but this one ain’t too far either.” A voice came from behind him, accompanied by the metallic clack of a gun.
Hanzo turned on his heels with a quick move, already tensing his bow again, facing, as he figured, the one he aimed at earlier. Not only that the sudden presence startled him, but the voice sent him a shiver down the spine, like he didn’t feel in years.
The arrow pointed at the other’s head, while his opponent had his gun pointed at his chest. The other raised a robotic arm, draped until then by his red serape, to take the cigar out of his mouth, enveloping both in smoke with a silent laughter, pushing his hat back a bit with a short gesture of his finger, finally revealing his face to Hanzo, who for some reason didn’t dare to shoot his arrow yet, but stood there staring and examining each and every move the man made. But when their eyes met, the smile faded off the cowboy’s face, while Hanzo’s tense from the eyes turned into shock, both still aiming at each other.
“Well, I’ll be damned..” The cowboy nearly whispered, lowering his hand that still held the cigar.
“Jesse..?” Hanzo replied as silently, even if the surroundings were incredibly loud, filled with bullets, explosions and order screaming. His eyes were searching the cowboy’s face for familiar features that could resemble his old friend, but as half of it was still shaded by the hat and other part was nearly all covered in his beard, he didn’t had much left other than the spark of his brown eyes and the smirk which was now forming on his lips.
“Haven’t heard that name going off someone’s lips in a long while.. Especially yours, Hanzo.” His smirk turned into a full grin, lowering his gun, measuring from head to feet his long lost partner. He stuck back the cigar into his mouth and grabbed the other’s shoulder in a tight, yet compasionate grip, shaking it a bit, since Hanzo didn’t even flinch at his remark, moreover, now his astonishment from seconds ago, turning into a frown.
“You don’t even realize how many high noons I counted, waiting to see you again.. Back at Hanamura. And yet you decide to show up years later, in the middle of this.. NOWHERE! During a fight!” He slapped Jesse’s hand off his shoulder as he spoke.
“But I kept my promise, ain’t I?” He raised his eyebrows, still wearing a teasing grin. “It was a damn blinding high noon out there!”
Hanzo let out a loud groan, then suddenly tensed the bow and let the arrow fly right by Jesse’s ear, putting down a drone heading towards them, but at the same time startling his friend, making him throw himself against the rock wall nearby, glancing behind right after.
“I thought for a moment you aimed at me, partner!”
“I would, but you’re not worth wasting an arrow on."
The man added, then turned around, walking away, back into the battlefield, taking out another arrow, preparing to shoot, leaving McCree stare after him a bit, before deciding to get himself back together and follow him, wearing a satisfied smile.
Summary: Jess finds out about Sam and Dean and has a surprising reaction.
Word Count: 3650
Warnings: smut, Wincest, threesome, anal sex
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! I’m only gonna tag @justanothersaltandburn because I don’t know who all is into the poly stuff, lol. XOXO
Jessica Moore is a goddamn gift.
Sam knows that from the second he’s introduced to her at that party. She rolls her eyes at Brady’s failed attempt at subtlety when they’re introduced, and smiles at Sam, sweet and sexy. Sam thinks he’s already a little in love.
Just stumbled upon you and I like your blog a lot! If you still take prompts, can I request "silent fury" with Genji and Jesse?
for some reason i just cant fucking write real mcgenji, heres some pre-mcgenji
Jesse is more than familiar with that fiery ball lodged beneath his breastbone, the all-consuming pit that swallows up every emotion leaving nothing but rage in its wake. The anger and despair were all he had for years, and the emotions were like old friends, always there when he needed them and easy to pull upon for motivation or protection.
He can see the same thing now in the new recruit when he jumps high into the air and slashes downward at his foe, or wields his sword with deadly focus and red eyes trained on the target, or stalks through the hallways at the compound with the glint in his eye daring anyone to cross him.
Jesse is more vocal about his anger, shooting barbs and sarcasm like his bullets: accurate and painful and pointed exactly where someone is vulnerable. Reyes schools him on his temper whenever it rears its ugly head, training him to focus it on his work and controlling it rather than letting it control him and taking it out on the people around him.
From what Jesse has seen, Genji keeps his own anger turned inward. He rarely takes out his anger on anyone else, but flays himself open with punishing practices that push him to the limits of his new body or volunteers for the worst kinds of missions. Genji never says much, but when he does, his remarks are self-deprecating at best and suicidal at worst.
Jesse doesn’t understand what he feels now. The fury isn’t present, as he and Genji stand in the shooting range and practice with guns and shurikens respectively. It’s something else, something warm but not blazing, something like anticipation but without fear. He can’t look away from Genji’s sharp movements, each deliberate and economical and measured. He knows Genji is still learning his body, still has hang ups about the mechanical parts working with the organic ones, and the usual rage is replaced with a desire to help instead of antagonize.
Jesse looks back at the targets, shoots each one between the eyes, and slips his gun back into its holster. He’ll have to figure this out later. For now, he needs to focus on hitting more targets than Genji and proving he’s the best shot in Blackwatch.