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“You sure you wanna be here?”

“Shut up,” Genji said succinctly.

“That’s not a yes,” Jesse drawled.

“Shut up.”

“Shuttin’ up.”

“Do it faster.”

Jesse mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. Genji gave him the middle finger, and, ritual complete, the two of them snuck along the walls of the Shimada estate, silent as could be.

(He had to catch himself, about halfway through the trek - he’d been heading towards Hanzo’s old room. His brother was leader, now, and when he changed their trajectory without warning, Jesse followed wordlessly.)

(For that, Genji was grateful.)

(He really didn’t want to be here. Not that he’d admit it to Jesse’s face.)

Their only orders were to observe and report back. Nothing more, nothing less. Jesse was taking note of guard rotation as they closed in on the building Genji had singled out, and he continued to do so as Genji carefully peered through a window, and - there he was. Anija. Elder brother. A brother who had grown older, now, dark hair and dark eyes and muttering to himself as he wrote something down, a blue glow illuminating his face from a screen. He looked powerful. He looked exhausted. Genji felt a wild, hot rush and wanted to kill him.

But then Hanzo sighed, and dropped his pen, and put his hands across his face. Genji had exceptionally sharp hearing, and he could hear the words clear as day as his anija muttered, “If only Genji were here.”

Genji balled his fingers into a fist. Jesse was blessedly still and silent beside him, nonjudgmental and a steady support, and Genji, after a moment, nodded to him. He was done here.

The two crept on.

How does Yakuza Genji end up with a hRem, if I may ask?

ohhh my god that’s such a story.

Okay so. He and Satya meet and hook up while she’s there on a Vishkar assignment, and Sojiro found out -- but because he indulges the hell out of Genji he kind of. Brokers a deal. With Vishkar. So Genji and Satya can get married. Because alliances!! It’s all very political and it’s convenient that they happen to really like each other.

Shortly before they get married Satya’s like “look I realize this might complicate things but there’s. This girl. I’ve been talking to her online for a while and she’s been kind of....sharing some Vishkar secrets with me. You know. She’s also really pretty and I’m kind of into her.” Genji’s like “well goddamn, introduce me.” It’s Sombra, they get on like a house on fire, and yay, happy poly triad!

“You can’t go in there,” Angela says, barring Genji’s path. 

“I didn’t realize I needed your permission,” Genji raises a brow under his visor. “Seeing as that’s my apartment.”

“Satya is busy finishing something and would be upset if you interrupted her,” Angela explains, looking a bit sheepish. “Come back in a half an hour or so.”

“Alright,” Genji says slowly, confused. What could his wife be doing that he couldn’t be in the apartment? 

...Setting up a new ‘toy’ for their use?

“Satya?” Genji calls, knocking on the locked door. “Can I come in now?”

“Yes,” Satya says, throwing her voice slightly so he can hear her. “I’m in the living room.”

Genji unlocks the door and takes his visor off, placing it on the table by the door. He can faintly smell jasmine and something spicy, probably chai. He follows the smells to the living room, where Satya is sitting on the couch, an untouched cup of tea in front of her and studying a small piece of fabric on her lap. 

“Satya...are you okay?” Genji asks, brow furrowing slightly in worry. 

“I am...no, rather, we, are fine,” Satya smiles, gold eyes catching his dark brown.

“We...?” Genji trails off, eyes going huge as he realizes what the piece of fabric Satya’s holding is. 

A baby onesie.

MONTY PYTHON AU

this set of prompts!

33. “Please don’t do this.”

Hanzo was, if nothing else, very capable of recognizing when a situation was completely out of his control.

This was exactly that sort of situation.

Surrounded by Talon operatives, cut off from rescue – it was just him and Jesse, and he was out of arrows and nearly out of ideas. He could recognize that prodigious as his martial arts skills were, they were too close in for his hand to hand fighting to make a difference that wasn’t just getting them shot faster; he could even see Jesse recognizing that there was no shooting their way out of this, Deadeye or no.

“You know,” one of the Talon operatives said, “the boss is very interested in talking to you, Jesse McCree.”

Oh, no.

“That so?” Jesse asked, holstering Peacekeeper, and that was…that was a very, very bad sign. Hanzo scrambled to his feet, started to go for Jesse, but a rifle stock rapidly blocked his way.

“It is. We might be persuaded to let your friend go if you’ll come with us,” the Talon agent said.

“Jesse, please,” Hanzo said, a little desperately - because he knew Jesse McCree, and there was truly no one more likely to make the sacrifice, “do not do this. I cannot lose you.”

“An’ I can’t lose you,” Jesse replied, as if it were simple, as if he wasn’t going to a fate worse than death. “Fine. I’ll do it. But he stays unharmed. You let him go, he goes back to the team, he gets out of here. I find out he got so much as scratched by some wayward debris, deal’s off.”

“Jesse, no,” Hanzo pleaded. Jesse turned his back on the Talon agent he’d been talking to, took the few steps over to Hanzo, and dragged him into a brief, desperate kiss.

“I love you, darlin’. I need to see you safe.” He said. “Whatever that costs me.”

“I love you, too,” Hanzo said.

Dew it~

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