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All the lore that rolled through should be a breath of fresh air to the Mchanzo fandom but instead I see all this anger and aggression. Let me let you in on a secret: her lore makes McCree a better candidate for Hanzo and I will tell you how.

Originally, complaints about Mchanzo stem from them living in completely different and unrelatable backgrounds. But we have recently learned that McCree was a FOUNDER of Deadlock. He was no lackey, but the second head of a criminal organization. He redeemed himself and has taken to a life on the run. Meaning that he understands the path Hanzo is trying to take and is more equipped to help him.

He is no paragon of justice. He understands the moral grey area of life. When Ashe had the train derailed, he was focused on his goal and considered the other goods collateral. He has always lived in the moral grey area (deadlock, blackwatch, mercenary) and it has clearly affected his decision making. He clearly had a rough upbringing since Deadlock became his family, meaning his own home life was lacking. McCree and Hanzo will probably both been wanting for a close family structure, and he won't get hung up on Hanzo's past. Free ticket to slide up in those DMs.

Tl;DR: McCree isn't the country hick we make him out to be and is definately capable of standing as Hanzo's equal. He has compassion, tact, and quick wit. And we know this thanks to Ashe. So I love her. ;P

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Furry, Anal, Public Play, Sex, Oral

It had been a week... seven days... countless hours. The Hrothgar could still feel the Roe’s touch on his golden fur. That day as he had been filled with the man’s seed, he had been in a state of lustful confusion. At the time, he’d brushed it off and decided that he would think on it no more. However, the encounter settled in the back of his mind throughout the entire week. And when each day was over, he’d leave the Cafe doors open an hour after closing... waiting for another encounter. But it never happened.

After three days, he had considered no longer trying. After five days, he’d convinced himself it had been nothing more than a lewd fantasy. On the seventh night, he promised himself he’d stop. He took a deep sigh, closed up shop, and walked all the way to the transit station. Gridania had implemented a basic transit system, carting large amounts of citizens and adventurers on chocobo drawn carriages. The day must have been particularly busy, as it was full. Well save for one seat. A seat next to none other than the roe he had seen all those days before.

The tension in the land of Hyrule crept into every nook and cranny like a fog. There was no escape from it, save death. In the city surrounding the palace, sentry marched the homes around the clock. The tiny faces poking through the window were filled with fear and sadness; the soldiers' hearts drowned in sorrow and regret as they passed by to enforce a law they no longer believed in. Inside the palace, things were considerably worse.

Servants were on edge, afraid of being thrown in the dungeon. Guards stood on watch, tired from days of watch with no relief. The strategy room was chaos as it's once benevolent ruler stood amongst the conscription documents. Her blond hair was frayed from days of no sleep, dress worn and tattered, eyes red. A violent slap sent the papers flying.

"None of them?! We've scoured the lands to find him, and he's nowhere to be found!" Her gaze roamed the room, landing on her adviser. The frail man, startled from the outburst, ran a hand through his chestnut hair and took a calming breath.

"I-I am s-sure we can find him if w-we maybe tried to reconnect with the other nations and-"

"No!" The princess snapped, "They are very ones hiding Ganon from me. I will find them and stop this nightmare before it starts. This endless cycle must break, and it will end with us!"

"P-princess Zelda, it merely s-stands to reason that if the Hero isn't within our b-b-borders, he is elsewhere. But with the way we have isolated ourselves, w-we can't-"

"What's your name?" She interrupted.

The advisor hesitated, "I'm sorry?"

"I asked, what is your name," her voice was now calm as approached the man.

"Enrick, m-malady," he lowered his gaze to the floor to avoid hers.

"Dear Enrick, do you know what happened to the last man before you?"

He swallowed hard. He did know, more so than anyone else. His father had been the advisor for years, faithfully sending letters to his son, the only family left to him. When the letters stopped, he knew something was wrong. The rumors flew about what happened to those that displeased Princess Zelda. The dungeon was the most believable, and the most likely.

"It would not do you well to feel for the enemy. They are harboring our destruction, and I promise they care very little for you," She hissed, "Atlas!"

A hulking giant of a guard moved into view. He'd been so still before he had believed him to be a statue.

"Advisor Enrick, this is Atlas. He's fought on the frontlines in our war against the Gerudo. He is deft with a blade and his hands. He will be making sure that you are efficient at your duties, and that you stay the course without distractions."

Zelda turned and walked to the entrance. She halted at the doorway and looked back, "Find the Hero or I will find someone who can."

Enrick was left with the collosus in steel armor. Atlas moved to the door and stood in front of it, barring the entrance to the hall. Left with no other choice, Enrick studied the map again, trying to find some clue that might lead the their elusive "savior."

***

The winds sang a different tune in another land. Far from the dread of Hyrule Castle, two young men from different worlds were on a diligent and arduous task.

The forest was quiet aside from the rustle of the animals. The foxes crept around the ground to avoid their pursuers. They perked their ears and scoped the surroundings. When all seemed quiet, the first of the amber fur emerged from hiding. A second later, a swift arrow embedded into the tree beside the creature, and the entire skulk scattered.

"Goddess, we almost had it!" A wailing voice from the brush cried. A young man of tanned skin and blond hair huffed as he revealed himself. Not too far away, another taller one with desert-kissed complexion side-stepped the tree he was behind and leveled the blond one with a look.

"You should have waited until you could see it better. For all you knew, it could have been my hair you'd seen," He drawled.

"It was one time, Gan!" He yelled, "I said I was sorry already." The youth pouted.

Ganondorf smiled at his friend as he walked over and patted him on the head, "And I have forgiven you, Link. I just wouldn't like a repeat."

Link smirked as the clicked his bow into it's harness, "Well we've definitely scared them off now, should we head back home?"

"Yes, Twinrova will wonder what took us so long. She has far more faith in your skills than they warrant," Ganondorf chuckled. Link leered at him.

"Just cause you're better at magic and swords than me doesn't mean I'm terrible. I can notch an arrow in seconds, and I can build tons of stuff," Link bragged.

"Is that so?"

"Yep, plus I'm faster than you too!" Link chirped as he took off in a sprint. Sighing, Ganondorf followed after him. Link's smaller frame and agile footwork made him an excellent hunter, if he would only exercise patience. As it was, Ganondorf could only barely keep his friend in view. He was not made to be lithe and evasive, and his larger frame and flame colored hair didn't suit him for that kind of style anyways. He had other methods.

Channeling his mystic aura, Ganondorf released a surge of frost at the ground where Link was set to land. True to form, Link wasn't paying attention and slipped on the ice.

A minute later, Ganondorf caught up and was greeted by a vicious stare. To his credit, Gan didn't laugh and offered his hand. After a few sparce moments, Link accepted the help and was lifted onto Ganomdorf's back.

Link smiled. When they were much younger, Link's father would always carry him everywhere he went. As he aged, Ganondorf would tote him around everywhere. He would always claim it was because it helped him become stronger, but in truth he just hated being alone. But they had each other and for what it was worth, Ganondorf didn't so much mind having Link around. Sure he could be a bit rash, but he wasn't a bad guy. He was simply eager to learn and explore.

Ganondorf still remembered the first bomb Link made. He was 12 and just gotten his first batch of bomb seeds. He spent three straight days tinkering in his workshop until he came back out with a tiny metal mouse. He had looked up some old Goron schematics and dubbed it the "Bombchu". It took weeks before Twinrova or Galand would let Link use bomb seeds again after the field test.

Ganondorf made it to the clearing. Twinrova and Galand had wanted space to prepare Link's birthday supper. As he looked at the faces of both of them, however, he was concerned. They looked... guilty, as if they were ruffians caught by the guards. Link hopped down and gave both of them a questionable look with a raised brow. Link had a habit of only talking to Ganondorf and his father. Anyone else and it was immediate silence. None of them knew why, and he would always shut down when he asked.

Galand sighed, "Boys, we need to talk."

Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Mchanzo Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: Superhero AU (Day 2) Warning: Angst

A/N: Sorry, it’s what I do best. Sorry for being late

Since he was a small child, Jesse McCree loved to watch the Gibraltar news reports of the superheroes going out to save the day. Seeing his favorite heroes like Striker 76, Lionheart, and Angel go out into battle to save innocent lives was inspiring. He dreamed of one day getting the chance to fight side by side with them, but he knew it would never be. You had to have powers, and he was nothing like them. Didn’t quench the fire burning in him to do good, though.

Jesse joined the police force and put his shooting skills to the test. He made first response and excelled. No one could match Jesse when it came to the gun. He never missed if he could see you. Some of the guys on the force joked that he was a Super himself. They even gave him his own name: Deadeye.

Jesse complained and said it sounded more like a crook than a hero. Secretly, he loved it. Captain Reyes agreed, and whenever he used the dispatch, his boss never failed to joke around about it either. Here, he felt at home. He truly felt like he was where he needed to be… but something was missing. He couldn’t understand what it was.

Half a year into his time on first response, he was accustomed the ins and outs of Gibraltar. The dispatch crackled as the word came out.

“We have a robbery on 6th and Hanamura Avenue, Payload Industries. All patrols, converge on the site. I repeat…” Jesse drowned out the sound of Orisa dispatch interface. Putting the lights on so he could avoid traffic, Jesse made for the destination.

When he arrived, there were two visible figures among what appeared to be hostages. One was a Hispanic woman in a purple jacket and leggings. He’d read up on her, Sombra was an elite hacker, and with her powers she could control anyone. The other man was new, though. Asian, by the look of it, with black hair, rugged features, blue attire with an asymmetrical chest cut, and a bow.

Jesse looked to his hostage negotiator, Lucio, who looked like he was about at wits end. The poor thing was new, just into his second week, and while he was good in normal circumstances, Supers were a whole other breed. This was his first time with them too. Jesse patted him on the back.

“What’s going on here, partner?” Jesse quipped. Lucio looked close to tears when he turned to face Jesse.

“Deadeye, she’s impossible! I’ve tried everything, and she just tosses it around and leaves me all tongue tied. Nearest Super is 20 min away, but she’s gonna set her hound on them in the next 10. I don’t like it,” the man whined.

“Now I don’t think Hana would like hearing about you getting tongue tied by another woman,” Jesse joked, “so let’s see if we can wrap this up before time’s up.”

Lucio’s dark skin grew heated, “Yeah, okay. There’s a roof entrance accessible by ladder, you can sneak in and get them that way.”

“Gotcha, keep Sombra busy while I head in. If I can get rid of the muscle, we should be fine,” Jesse took off in the direction of the building, avoiding the glass walls on the second floor.

Jesse got in easily enough. The building was three floors high, so he needed to head to the stairs and wait for the signal from Lucio. He saw terrified employees on his way through, innocent people waiting to be saved. All he could do was give them a fighting chance till a Super would show up.

He made it to the stairway door and tested the knob. It was unlocked, good. He needed it to be accessible to make this work. Jesse took a deep breath and turned the handle, gun in hand. He had not been expecting someone on the other side, but within seconds, a bow notched with an arrow was pointed in his face.

“Hey partner, now let’s just take a minute to think about what we’re…” Jesse’s words trailed as he took in the intricate Dragon tattoo on the man’s exposed left arm.

“What is your business here?” The strong Eastern accent made Jesse focus on the man in front of him again. He stared the man down, watching his stern, solid gaze for weakness.

“I reckon I take issue with that question,” Jesse laughed, “seeing as how you’re the one not meant to be here.”

The archer’s eye twitched in annoyance, “I will play no games with a cop. State your business or die.”

“But we were getting to know each other so well,” Jesse poked, hoping for a response.

“No we were not.”

“But we could, if you wanted,” Jesse gave the man a winning smile. He watched the man’s brow furrow for a momemt.

Jesse coughed, “Let’s start with names. The name’s… uhhh… well most just call me Deadeye.”

The eyes narrowed, as if looking for a trick. After a tense moment, the reply came.

“Stormbow.”

“Well, sounds nice and tough if you ask me,” Jesse eyed the tattoo again, “What’s with that on your arm?”

“Why do you care?” Stormbow questioned. He was getting suspicious. His gaze turned to a clock on the wall. He needed to hold out for a few more moments. He needed a bold move.

He relaxed his grip on his gun and pocketed it in his holster. He held his hands up a took a step forward. Stormbow backed into the wall.

“Come on, I’m sure your girlfriend down there is nice, but a friend couldn’t kill ya, right?” Jesse mused.

“She is… we a have strictly professional relationship,” the man corrected. Jesse would deny that his heart did a flip when he heard that. He had assumed they were a power couple. It wasn’t uncommon. Why was he so happy to hear that…?

Jesse through caution to the wind and took a few more steps until he was right in front of Stormbow, “Well maybe we can have one a little more… off the books?”

Stormbow turned a shade of red that was completed confusing to Jesse until he went over what he’d said. His cheeks burned as he tried to back track his words.

“I mean, not like that! Not that there’s anything wrong with that at all, I mean I just don’t know you well enough! You’re probably a great guy and all but I just got away from a bad break up and I’m in no position to-”

“Storm, we need to go, did you get…” the voice, belonging to none other than Sombra, trailed as it looked up at Jesse. Immediately, her eyes went wide and she threw up her hands, glowing a dark purple.

Jesse suddenly found himself on the floor in a crumpled mess. He couldn’t move his limbs at all. Sombra must have hacked him! He struggled to move but failed again and again.

“I’ve got you in my sights!” The call denoted the arrival of Striker 76. Stormbow and Sombra whipped around and the man himself was at the door to the second floor steps. Sombra cursed.

“Mission failed, we need to go. Say goodbye to you friend,” she snarled as she typed into the holopads she created.

“He is no friend of mine,” Stormbow snapped. He did, however, look back at Jesse with a look of confusion.

“Whatever, translocating,” and with that they disappeared. Seconds later, Strike 76 appeared. Jesse craned his neck to look up at him

“Does this wear off or am I stuck like this?”

Jesse started running into the pair all over the place. And each time, he would run into Stormbow again and again. He had to admit it was something he looked forward to. Jesse was man enough to admit he was smitten with the man. Just a crush, though, nothing more. It wasn’t like anything was gonna come out of it.

Each time they talked, he learned a little more about the man. Like that he loved seafood and cheese, that he had recently discovered jazz and was quite fond of it, and that he’d been trained in archery since he was a child. Each time, Jesse fell for Stormbow harder and harder.

It got to the point that at the last time they had a run in, Jesse had yelled dinner reservations at the archer as he sped away. He’d received no confirmation about if Stormbow would even be there, but he made the reservations anyways. His friend’s mother, Ana Amari, owned a four star Egyptian cuisine restaurant that he convinced her to get them a table at instead of waiting weeks for the reservation.

Jesse made the reservation under Deadeye since he hadn’t given Stormbow his actual name. He was smitten, not an idiot; he still had his gun on him. It was the longest hour of his life. So many feelings went through him, from anxiety to fear, disappointment to embarrassment.

When we was all but ready to call it a night with he head in his hands, Jesse heard a chair being pulled back. He looked up to see the refined archer in all his formal attire. Jesse had never been a man to have a particular interest in a man in a suit, but the one before him truly made him reconsider it.

“You came…” Jesse was not a fan of how surprised and afraid he sounded in that moment.

“You made it sound so important, I decided to see what this was about,” Stormbow quipped back. The familiar banter helped ease Jesse’s nerves.

“Well, I guess you could say that, but it’s not really-”

“Ah, so I was right then. Good,” The Asian pulled a wicked smile and Jesse’s face turned beet red, “So Deadeye, tell me-”

“Actually, it’s Jesse,” he hadn’t meant to go there, but some part of him wanted this to feel real and Deadeye was a joke. Stormbow laughed.

“Hanzo. So Jesse, tell me,” his ears burned and the sound of his name coming from Stor- from Hanzo. He could get drunk off the sound alone, “what is it that you want? Info on my partner? Her powers? My cooperation in a takedown on her?”

Jesse’s eyes widened, “No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to get to know you a little better… see where things go. I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression from what I was looking for here.”

Hanzo didn’t move, didn’t speak. Thankfully, the waitress saved him from embarrassing himself further by ordering wine and some appetizers. When she left, he turned back to Hanzo to see a face of stone. Jesse panicked inside. What had he done? Was this a mistake? Maybe he should go?

“I can leave if you-” he made to rise and leave the building but Hanzo stopped him with this hand.

“I am not opposed to getting to know you,” he started.

“Good,” Jesse breathed, taking his seat again, “cause I wanna know all about you.”

They spoke on many things. Hanzo would laugh when he told a joke, and Jesse would let Hanzo try what he ordered since Hanzo wasn’t as familiar with Egyptian food.

Halfway through, a storm kicked up and Hanzo excused himself to the bathroom. As soon as Hanzo turned the corner, Jesse broke out in a sweat. He was hooked. Everything about Hanzo made him desire the man more and more. He was obsessed. He wanted the chance to really know who he was.

After several minutes had passed, Jesse got up himself and went to check the bathroom to make sure Hanzo was okay. When he found the restroom to be empty, Jesse became immediately concerned. He found Ana in the kitchen and asked if she had seen anything. She shook her head and said to check the upstairs hall before the doorway too the roof.

Jesse hopped up toward the roof and came to the door. He put his ear to the door and listened for words. Maybe Hanzo was making a long phone call, or maybe he was just as nervous as Jesse was. He could pick up distant yelling.

“What are you doing,?” It was Sombra… Jesse’s heart skipped a beat in panic.

“I never wanted this! I did not ask to be here with him,” It was Hanzo, and what he was saying… Jesse was close to tears. He really was stupid if he thought this would work.

He kicked the door in and pointed his gun at Stormbow, “Sorry, didn’t realize I was that bad of a date.”

“Jesse…” Stormbow took a step forward but Jesse fired a warning shot into the ground in front of him.

“Don’t you dare!!” He lost it, “so what was it, huh? Bad conversation, poor food, or was I just a side piece till the main course came back around?”

“Jesse, please, let me-” the archer tried again, but another warning shot fired closer to him.

“It was from the start, right? All the talking and back and forth was a lie, right?” Jesse couldn’t tell if it his blurred vision was from the rain or the tears, but his heart snapping in two definitely felt like it was the tears.

Sombra laughed, “What, you thought you would make him fall in love with you, make him leave everything behind to be with you and you both would love in peace? How small minded. Stormbow, kill him and let’s go. I’ve had enough of this.”

“No one moved, Jesse pointed his gun at Stormbow’s head, waiting for him to make a move. Slowly, he notched an arrow onto his bow.

"Jesse, please understand…”

“Understand what, that you made a fool of me? Did you get a good laugh? Did it make you feel like you were a man? I’m done talking, I don’t wanna hear anything you got to say. You make me sick,” with each word, Jesse’s voice began to break. He was all but sobbing. He was worth less than nothing foretting the enemy use him like this. He was more angry with himself than anyone else.

Stormbow didn’t make a move to shoot. He turned to Sombra, “No.”

Sombra whipped around at him, “What was that?”

“I refuse. I will not take his life, I will not make the same mistake twice. We will go and-”

“No, you will do as I say and get rid of him, he knows too much. My operation will not fall because of some cliche romance,” Sombra snapped.

“I said-”

“No I SAID he dies!” Sombra ensnared Jesse in her hack. The cop glowed a sickly purple as he dropped his gun to the floor. He felt as if he had to retch.

Stormbow made as if to shoot Sombra, but she was one step ahead of him. She pulled her own gun from her side and aimed at Jesse. Stormbow hesitated.

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Sombra cackled. She made Jesse wall to the end of the building. He stood, overlooking the busy street below.

“Now, let’s have some fun, since you don’t seem to understand who’s in charge here." She released Jesse from her control. He turned to see Stormbow glowing a sickly purple, bow drawn at him.

The first one launched, embedding itself right into the crook of his elbow. Jesse hollered in pain while Sombra laughed.

"Stop this!” Stormbow yelled.

“I can. But you have to ask me to kill him. Otherwise, I’ll turn him into a cowboy pin cushion,” Another arrow went into his shoulder. Jesse buckled down onto his knees. His vision was hazy. He couldn’t feel his arm at all.

Another hit his thigh, and a fourth one punctured a lung. He was all but dead on his feet. Jesse was a mess of tears and blood being cleansed in the rain.

“Just, may I have a moment? Please, I wish to say goodbye,” Stormbow pleaded.

“Sure thing, cabrón. Hurry it up.” She walked Stormbow over to Jesse, who lay there on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I am forever sorry, I never intended to hurt you. I merely deluded myself into thinking I could have something I always wanted,“ Jesse turned his head and looked deep into Hanzo’s eyes. He could feel something just beneath the surface.

"Huh, what’s that?” Jesse coughed.

“Happiness,” tears fell from Hanzo’s eyes and he brought himself down to kiss Jesse. It was sad, as if two long lost lovers were saying goodbye once more. Jesse sighed into the kiss and reached to hold Hanzo’s hand. The sound of the rain seemed to stop as he lost himself in were his final moments.

He felt something enter his grip and looked down. It was his gun! Jesse barely had enough time to think before Hanzo whispered in his ear “Shoot me.”

Whatever was beneath Hanzo’s skin started to roar, to Jesse it felt like the world was shaking.

“Do you feel that?” Jesse sputtered.

“Do not worry, it is of little consequence. Just do what you know you must,” Hanzo smiled as he squeezed Jesse’s hand.

He could feel in inside him, begging to burst free. He needed to let it free.

Jesse leaned leaned up into Hanzo’s face, “Let the dragon consume.”

Hanzo looked at him in shock. Jesse shook his head. Where had that come from? But his hand burned with raw energy. It wanted out.

“I’ll point and shoot, you just say the words,” Jesse coughed.

“They speak through you, with you…” Hanzo closed his eyes. When he opened them, he had a look of determination, “Very well.”

Jesse gripped the gun and with what little strength he had left, aimed the barrel at Sombra.

“Now Hanzo!” Jesse screamed.

“Ryuga Waga Teki No Kurau!”

Electric power rushed through his entire body, traveling through him all the way out through the barrel of the gun. Jesse pulled the trigger, but no bullet came out. Instead, a dragon the size of a baseball sped out of the pistol. It moved so fast, one would mistake it for lightning. It hit Sombra dead in the chest, causing her to stumble back in agony.

Hanzo took the distraction, took Jesse in his arms, and ran for the hallway. Jesse faded in and out of consciousness. He remembered seeing Ana and her scream. The police and ambulance carrying him into the van. Hanzo praying ‘please do not leave me, please, not when I am finally ready to be happy again.’

When he fully awoke, he was in a hospital bed. He looked over to see Hanzo passed out beside him. His fingers were intertwined with his. Jesse smiled as he felt sleep try to take him once more. He whispered to Hanzo in his sleep.

Rating: Teens and Up Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Mchanzo Prompt: An old crush of mine used to walk me home from work and tell me about the stars the way his late father used to. Warnings: Angst but also comfort.

Hanzo stood on the balcony of the safe house in the mountains. The cool breeze was gentle on his neck, the sensation occasionally broken by the kiss of his silk hair tie dancing in the wind. He never minded losing sleep to stay up late and watch the stars in silence. However, as he leaned on the railing and took a deep breath of brisk air, he couldn’t ignore the slight tug at his chest. More that wanting to be alone, he wanted to be with the boy who had first shown him the stars.

A young lad who had been a friend of the Shimada family, Makoto Kirijo always accompanied his father when there was business to be handled by their parents. Hanzo and Kirijo would sneak out to the balcony overlooking the sakura blossoms and Kirijo would name every star and constellation. The look in his eyes…

Hanzo was snapped from his reverie by footsteps from the doorway. He turned his gaze to see his partner in the mission standing with a half-glazed look in his eyes. The man scratched his exposed chest, the scratch of this nails on his hairy pecs distracting Hanzo. He pulled his eyes from wandering down to the untied sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and looked into the man’s face. Which looked to be waiting for an answer.

“I am sorry?” Hanzo sputtered, scrambling for composure.

“I asked are you alright? You’re crying and staring up at the sky like it’s got something for ya,” His southern drawl caused Hanzo to blink once or twice before putting two and two together. He reached for his face and indeed felt the culprit tears that had exposed him.

“It is nothing, I am sorry to have worried you,” Hanzo turned around and stared at the night sky again, “Please, rest.”

The man, McCree( as Hanzo could now recall his name instead of his body curves) took a few steps forward, “Looking at the stars reminds me of home too, Han. The ranch my momma ran had large open fields, and I’d take Maple out for a ride all the way the grass and watch the stars for hours. Simpler times back then.”

Hanzo took a small breath, “It was not so simple for me. I did not know the beauty of the stars until someone showed them to me,” He felt the tugs come back, “In times of uncertainty or regret, they remind me that I was not always simply a cog in someone else’s design, but just a fool who didn’t know how to speak his feelings.”

“Well, sometimes you still need work on that one,” McCree chuckled. He took another step forward.

“He… he lived for the stars. They were all he thought about, all he could see. They were his entire world,” Hanzo’s breath caught in his throat. He remembered listening to Kirijo sing the stars’ praises. He wanted to know everything there was to know about them, and why whenever he asked his father where his mother went, he would point to them. Kirijo wanted so much in this world.

Hanzo had wanted something else. The pound in his chest all those years ago and the way he took Kirijo’s breath away with a single kiss and gave him the one he had been holding all along.

“What happened to him? Did finally get his stars?” The words were almost lost to him as he remembered the look of happiness in Kirijo’s face when he pulled back. Like Hanzo was brighter than any star in the sky, and how he dove in to drink in every ounce of his friend for the rest of the night. How, years later, Hanzo had been ready to declare his love for his closest friend only to find Kirijo had been betrothed to another, a woman of striking beauty and high status ready to give him the heirs his family so desperately needed.

He stood at his friend’s wedding day twice. The first when he never showed, taken flight in the night with naught but a note to his lover that without him, the stars meant nothing anymore. The second when the wife’s family found him and made sure he could never gaze at the stars again. Hanzo had to guide him to the alter and help him home with his new wife, who couldn’t have been less sympathetic to the pair.

Hands slipped around Hanzo’s chest as he was wrapped in an embrace from McCree, bringing him back to the present. There were streaks down his face where tears had rained down like a storm. He turned to face the man and looked into his eyes. He saw so much of Kirijo in him. He felt his passion, his sympathy, and something Hanzo absolutely refuse to label as love but had no other word for. Seconds before his composure broke, Hanzo’s lips were taken by McCree.

Hanzo’s eyes widened and his mouth opened, McCree closing the distance. A small part of Hanzo’s mind remained to make sense of the situation while the rest berated him for wearing a night shirt and missing the skin on skin touch he suddenly, desperately desired.

When he drew back, Hanzo looked again into McCree’s eyes. He saw the same look Kirijo had given him when they were young and thought the world was theirs to have. McCree had a gaze as if Hanzo was the moon itself. And while there was a part of him that he felt would always ache for what never was, he felt he could maybe start to look for something new…