#implied mchanzo

The thing about Overwatch’s future is that clearly technology is advanced enough so that presumably there are options for swift individual travel that don’t involve as many variables as and risk to animals as horseback riding. While I’m sure horseback riding would still be very practical for farm work and still be popular for sport and recreation, it wouldn’t generally be something you see Overwatch members doing unless it’s under very special circumstances.

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“We are here for how long?” Hanzo demands, incredulous. 

Jesse sighs, rubbing his face and resting his forehead on the wheel of the truck. “Winston didn’t stutter, Han.” He laments, resting his chin on the wheel and looking out the window, looking around. “Looks like we’re stuck here in Tuba City for a while.” 

“No.”

The cowboy blinks, looking over at Hanzo. “What?”

“I said no. I refuse to stay in this place.” Hanzo repeats, crossing his arms and sitting back in his seat,  and, honestly, Jesse is reminded of a petulant child.

 "Well, it don't look like we got much of a choice, Archer.  We're out of gas and Winston can't get here for two days, at the earliest, which might mean three or four." Jesse sits up, looking at the other man. Hanzo just seems to grow more agitated at Jesse's words. 

 "McCree, I am covered in dust, my face is sunburned,  and if you say one more thing about snakes or scorpions in my shoes I will find one and put it in yours!" Hanzo snaps, looking over at Jesse with unbridled rage. "Now, we are not going to stay here, I do not care if we have to walk to the next town!" 

 Jesse blinks at his outburst, his chuckle turning into a full-out laughter, hitting his palm on the wheel as he gasps for air.  "Aw,  doll. That's just rich, ain't it? Gosh. Fuckin- that's great. C'mon. I'm sure there's a Motel around here somewhere." 

He pulls the keys from the ignition, sliding out the door and his boots crunch in the gravel. Oh, how Hanzo hates that sound. 

"I- what? You cannot be serious." The door shuts, and Jesse starts walking. 

The box appeared outside the gates of the watchpoint some time in the small hours of the morning, Christmas day. All the watchpoint security cameras picked up was a spiral of black smoke and the box just... appearing there. It was wrapped in twine and brown paper, with a “To: Aedan” tag and a “Do not open until Christmas” stamp on it. The poor little box had gone through the gauntlet being scanned by every device imaginable on the watchpoint. All confirmed. No electrical bugging. No corrosive or explosive materials. No Vishkar tech. Aedan was still in his pajamas (or rather the Overwatch logo-slathered sweats which he used as pajamas) when Jack had summoned him to Winston’s lab, at a weary 5 in the morning, to hand him the box. 

“Is this from you?” said Aedan, looking over the box.

Jack shook his head.

“...Do I have to open it in front of you?” said Aedan.

“I wish I could say, ‘I don’t think Talon would pull anything on Christmas,’ but I wouldn’t put it past them,” said Jack, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

hi!! sorry, this took so long but I had a lot of fun writing this one :)

You were his pride and joy, which was why it had taken him so long to introduce you to his… colleagues.

After 16 years, he still thought it was too soon for you to be around the other heroes. But alas, Hanzo was putting you in more danger by not having you under the watchful eye and the protection of Overwatch.

Needless to say, everyone – other than Genji – were more than shocked when he turned up one day with you there and announced that you were his daughter.

What was more of a shock was how your personality was no where near your fathers. You were bubbly, sweet and outgoing.

A few weeks had passed and you had finally settled into the routine of life at the base. You spent most of your time in the training rooms, watching the other heroes

Your relationship with Genji was already quite strong, so you chose to stick around him when Hanzo was busy.

This led to you to hanging around Jesse McCree a lot more than your father would have liked, he’s warned you that he was a “bad influence with a good heart”

One time, McCree let you use his gun at the range just as Hanzo was looking for you. He scolded the both of you but Jesse just laughed, shrugged and said, “You know you love me, Samurai. Your girl has talent… I don’t know where she gets it from.”

Hanzo huffed and dragged you away. You were going to tease him about it but thought against it at the time.

You also weren’t much younger than Hana. She was thrilled to have someone of a similar age around – she treated you like a little sister.

You would always go to Hana and Lena for advice, or to vent, or to talk about cute guys and hot girls as the three of you did each other’s hair and painted each other’s nails; things you’d never experienced growing up.

Your favourite part of dinner is listening to Reinhardt’s stories. He told them with such passion that was just inspiring to you.

Someone must have told him that you were having trouble with some people at school because you ran into him in the halls of the base and he placed a hefty hand on your shoulder and told you he could teach you a few things about defence.

You could always rely on Angela for medical advice and confidentiality. Things like periods and hormones weren’t always something you could talk to your father about and so you really appreciated Angela’s help.

Lucio was always keeping you up to date with his music, he would sometimes even seek out your advice because you were of the demographics of his audience.

Sometimes you would sit in the lab with Winston and help him with his experiments. Hanzo had forbidden that he was to test anything on you, but you could help out and watch.

Jack had always been quite stoic towards you since you first arrived, so in order to try and win him over, you would bring him his coffee every morning up to his office without fail.

It took about 3 weeks before he caved, he smiled, thanked you and ruffled your hair as a sign of appreciation.

There was an incident one time at school when Hanzo wasn’t able to pick you up and instead had asked Genji to do it instead. What had actually happened was that McCree, Reinhardt and Angela had all wanted to tag along

Just as they had pulled up, they’d seen that you were being bothered by a couple of mean looking bullies. Genji had told them not to overreact, but half of them were already out of the car and on foot before he could finish.

“Y/N.” McCree was, of course, the first to speak up. “Let’s go.”

Upon seeing your chauffeurs, the boys scrambled to their feet and tried to take off.

Genji caught the biggest and burliest one by the collar. He didn’t hesitate as he muttered into his ear, “If I see you lay another finger on my niece, it won’t just be us you’ll be answering to.”

The bully gulped, nodded and sprinted to where his other ratty friends were cowering.

One was the sting that hauled him out of shit central and into some militarized version of fight club. Another was when Ana fucking Amari had given him ‘responsibility’ over Fareeha and told him she’d be back later. The third had been the explosion that had torn up the Overwatch base and sent everyone still living scattered throughout who knows where.

Then, there’d been the flower petals.

He’d had a bit of a cough, something that had lingered but not with enough discomfort to send him to Angie for anything. A cold, that’s what he’d figured it was. Something he’d picked up on the road, it wasn’t uncommon. They came into contact with a lot of shit from a lot of places.

And at first it’d been fairly easy to deal with. A cough here and there, hell, sometimes a clear of his throat to deal with the tickle, and nothing else.

As time passed... it got a little rougher. Still nothing he felt serious about, he didn’t have a sore throat, nothing hurt or felt tender, it was just a cough. He covered his mouth and waved off questions about it. It wasn’t affecting his work, he barely coughed outside of the base it seemed, but...

The target he was supposed to watch hadn’t shown up. Info had been faulty and Jesse was stuck for a full day without anything to do, so he’d wandered. Weaving among the market stalls on the road and finding tiny little trinkets that reminded him of people. Knickknacks, tchochkies, all those silly keychains that no one ever used. He picked out a few things, had purchases on his arm when he saw the tiniest little porcelain dragon in a flea market stall.

It’s tail was chipped and the paint was rubbed off on one haunch, but it was blue with a golden mane and regal pose and Jesse cottoned on to it like a kid on cake. Picking it up and turning it over, a soft grin tucked in the corner of his mouth, eyes that drifted for only a few seconds before he started to cough, violently. Tucking his head into the crook of his elbow and hacking until he felt dizzy from lack of air and finally spitting a gob of wet muck out of his mouth on to his shirt. Looking at it dazedly to find that it wasn’t mucus or anything of the kind...

It was petals.

Petals.

The stall owner clicks her tongue and pats his shoulder, taking the little dragon from where it’d fallen and tucking it into his hand with a shooing movement before deliberately turning her back on him.

He left the money for it on the shelf out of some desperate need not to be pitied and shuffled off, lungs still aching with exertion. Barely paying attention to where he’s going, instead going over the pieces of a puzzle he should have put together sooner. 

Coughing, mostly centered on base. Heck, not just base, but common areas. Areas where he’d seen him. The tightness of his chest that didn’t quite want to go away after he coughed and could still see that black hair or pale skin.

Back in his hotel room he sags to the bed, unfurling his hand to look at the wet yellow petals. There was a dull throb in his chest that kept him focused on them, the full, wide petals among smaller shreds and crumpled masses. Less than a handful, more than a few. Jesse isn’t ignorant of what it means, either.

Hanzo at the watchpoint secretly cooking for McCree the recipes he sees on videos like buzz feed, because he has overheard that Jesse likes those greasy recipes, expecially after missions. Even though irl Hanzo critics McCree unhealthy diet.

The amount of butter in the recipe was unhealthy... enough that it left a sheen on the plate both before and after it was cooked. Hanzo looked at it dubiously but carried on as his phone kept talking about temperature and seasonings.

Add that to the rather distressing amount of bacon grease, that he’d been instructed to fry the chicken in of course, and he was unsure if this meal wouldn’t put the cowboy into immediate cardiac distress.

...but... McCree had expressed a fondness for this kind of food, and as much as he finds it far outside what is considered healthy... when it is done even he must admit that the smell is enticing, and while it isn’t a good food to consume after strenuous activity at least it is protein and calorie rich. After missions where they routinely eat nutrient dense ration bars and sometimes little else? Yes, he can see the appeal. That is his only concession, or at least the only one he’ll admit to himself.

So he makes the meal, plates it carefully and covers it to keep it warm while he cleans up. McCree will be coming in soon, he always does around this time, and he’ll find a paper stand with his name on it on top of the food.

Hanzo won’t stick around to see his expression, but... perhaps he’ll cook another meal or two in the future if he finds it was well received.

I’ve got a lot! Baby photos of Rei include but are not limited to:

-An exhausted-looking post-labor Mercy nursing Rei.

-Genji holding his little newborn pink raisin monster and looking absolutely in love.

-An entire snapchat story chronicling the saga of McCree’s first struggling attempts at swaddling his infant niece, ending with a triumphant photo of a neatly swaddled Rei captioned, “I’M KING OF THE BABY BURRITO!!!”

-Rei sleeping in Zenyatta’s lap while he meditates.

-Rei’s first con, featuring Rei in an an Ayanami Rei suit-patterned onesie and being carried in a baby harness by Genji cosplaying as Unit 00.

-Genji and Mercy both kissing Rei on her chubby baby cheeks, thus smooshing her face a little while she laughs.

-Mercy at a very important-looking medical conference with Rei in a sling. 

-Rei pulling at Hanzo’s beard and Hanzo looking pretty nonplussed about it.