#koeii

                    An invisible red thread connects                     those who are destined to meet,                           regardless of time,                                               place or                             circumstance.                      the thread may stretch or tangle,                            but it will never break.   

                  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   hasn’t been this angry in a long, long time. his fingers curl into fists, his metal joints squeaking with the force of the action. teeth grit so hard it’s a miracle they don’t BREAK, face contorting into a wretched snarl that could make children cry. any remnant of the soft, easy-going, funny little cowboy is gone. this is the mccree that comes out on bounties and missions, this is the mccree that came out when he lost EVERYTHING. hanzo could kill him, and he doesn’t even care. the dragons don’t scare him, anymore.

        ❝ pick another time ??  pick another time ??   the only thing i’m gonna be pickin’ is my FOOT outta your ass, you keep talkin’ to me like that !! ❞   he knows he’s yelling. he’s sure it’s seeping through the walls and into the hallways, but he doesn’t care who hears anymore. caring is what got him here in the first place, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t finally learn his fucking LESSON this time.   ❝ i don’t give a damn what you did or didn’t know !!  ya knew about your wife, didn’t ya ?? ❞

you were the one that fell faster.

        that’s when he EXPLODES. any semblance of composure he had left is out the window- metal fist slams into the nearest target so hard that it flies and hits the wall behind it with a solid THUMP. if only it had been hanzo.

        ❝ i’m glad this is a game to you, hanzo !!  you get to play around with my heart ‘n make me love ya, ‘n then ya get to go HOME to your family ‘n your kid while i'm still here !! ❞   jesse’s voice crackles and breaks with RAGE, hazel eyes sharp and unflinching.   ❝ i don’t have ANYONE !!  everybody i’ve ever loved has left me ‘n ya KNEW that, ‘n here you are still makin’ it out like we had somethin’ when ya knew damn well there’s never been anythin’ for us !!  i thought you were different, but you’re just the same as every other RAT BASTARD that’s walked in ‘n outta my life like it wouldn’t hurt !! ❞

Truth Serum - inbox always open!  ┆ ⪻ @koeii ⪼          ↳     Do you think the death of their father made Genji realize the elders had a distaste or dislike towards him?        

Honestly, no; Genji was aware of the elders’ dislike of him far before his father’s passing, but his father’s death only furthered their dislike/made it more apparent they were the cause of his mistreatment and exclusion. Here’s why:

Genji was the second-born son of a very traditional Yakuza clan. As a child, he and Hanzo grew up together for a time, until Hanzo reached a certain age where he was “phased” into being groomed to become the next head of the clan (should anything ever happen to their father).

Immediately after this happened, Genji’s treatment by those that tended to him was very distant. He was not allowed to see his brother or interact with him unless supervised. The few instances he got to so much as see Hanzo was mostly at various clan events he was “invited” to sit in upon, to see if he could get any secondhand exposure/knowledge from the proceedings; or the occasional holiday celebration and/or their father’s/Hanzo’s birthday celebrations.

As the people assigned to him were somewhat lax and overall aloof around him, Genji would act out for attention. Of course, any small bouts were ignored. He resorted to pulling pranks (not that he and Hanzo wouldn’t when they were younger), but they only came to be a bit more elaborate/annoying to deal with. Also, as he was the only perpetrator, this is when the elders’ dislike started. He refused to adhere to their rules, and he’d often gave their “overseers” the slip to go have his own fun. He didn’t feel accepted in his own home. Why bother staying there?

As he got older, he didn’t resent Hanzo’s place as the successor, but he did resent his father (while still respecting and loving him, for the few moments they would share over the years), for allowing his outright exclusion. (The elders of course advised this was for the best, as Hanzo was all that was needed...and he was an excellent choice as he listened without question.)

There was a point his father sat him down and asked him to consider being trained for Hanzo’s replacement. He refused. He told his father he would take up any regimen that would give him any skillset that would ensure he could be Hanzo’s bodyguard (who better else to protect his brother, when various clan members could easily switch sides?). This also granted him a little more access to Hanzo, but by the time he’d excelled with his training and was allowed to accompany Hanzo on various trips/outings...his brother was too far gone with his “brainwashing.”

           a moment of silence from the younger brother, spent in thought. cybernetic eyes rise, training themselves on hanzo as genji struggles to bite back the remark that threatens to rise from his chest; perhaps it is. perhaps you’re right to regret it. the hate leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. one of the last things left for him, he thinks.

           “it has not been a kind road for us, brother.”

           care is taken in choosing his words; he’s as damaged as you, genji reminds himself. the disgrace from that night runs deep, perhaps even intravenously, like a shadow neither of them can dispel. hating him was easier. it wasn’t the right path. if hanzo was to die by his hands, nothing would be left of him, &. he would be left just as broken, as dead as he would leave hanzo.

           all that would be left for him is a world to wander &. the blood on his hands.

           “and I truly do not know where it will take us.” his voice is delicate, as though he believed his brother would crumble otherwise. his fingers twiddle over themselves, a sensation that he can’t feel, but it hardly stops him. it keeps him grounded before his brother, keeps him balanced &. in the present. 

           “perhaps it isn’t needed. uncertainty has never stopped us in the past.”

           a light remark; an attempt at normalcy, nostalgia with his only family. genji’s undecided if the memory is as pleasant for his brother as it is for him.

💥 ┊ @koeii​ asked:    “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.”

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 II ACCEPTING

                          it had started off as a nice day. training in the morning between the two, followed by a few meetings, that he had been ALLOWED to sit in on. after, he joined his father for a walk around the town, the two having decided to go for lunch before returning home for more lessons. neither had said much, instead enjoying the peaceful AIR around them, though genji had found himself answering a few questions his father had asked him about the meeting. as they had walked, a STRANGE feeling had come over him, his dragon whispering him a warning of danger, prompting his gaze to lift in a certain direction. within a moments breath, he had seen the arrow head coming, his body reacting on its own as he stepped out in front of his father. his right shoulder took the HIT as the metal tip scraped against his bone, settling into his muscles. his body stiffened slightly, as he fell back into his fathers arms, KNOWING full well, if he had not reacted the way he did, the arrowhead would have been between his fathers eyes. a slight groan escaped from his lips, as his father grabbed hold of his arm, his hand upon his back resting upon the MARKING where his dragon began. yakuza men around them shifting into action as they searched the crowds. the words muttered into his ear DRAWING his attention as he soon found himself shaking his head. 

           ❝ i’m fine,❞   he said through gritted TEETH, his hand reaching up towards the tip as if to pull it out, but instead going around the WOUND to clot the bleeding. looking towards his father, it surprised him to see the concern forming upon his face, prompting him to blink slightly, incase he had been mistaken. ❝  the shot came from the left roof of two buildings down.  ❞  he muttered slightly loud enough for his father to hear, KNOWING that the target had not been him, but instead his father. ❝ don’t worry about me. i can handle this, but we both know i was not who they were aiming for. we need to get you inside, out of this crowded area. ❞  

                               yet still, he found himself leaning against his father for the support. NOT BECAUSE of the pain stemming through him, but instead, enjoying the feeling of the PROTECTIVE nature his father had exhibited, knowing that it was rare. shifting his weight slightly, he once more looked in the direction of which the arrow had come from, his gaze narrowing slightly before he shook his head. strands from his bangs fell into his face, a sigh leaving his lips as he winced in pain.   ❝  let’s go home and please let’s keep this between us. i rather not deal with mother and jesse fawning over me over something as trivial as this.  ❞

🌸┊ @koeii​ asked:    The spirits are mostly faded by now, exhaustion and blood loss taking its toll on Hanzo, an impulsive nature but his children, his wife, and Jesse matter more than anything. Hanzo is losing the battle and he knows it, the wound in his shoulder is too deep. "Promise me, you'll keep fighting and live. Promise me, Mulan. They love you, you will see me again." He can feel the sprits tugging at his soul, her hands with him as he holds another spirit arrow, "Let me go, protect them." ( nightmare thing)

The Meme II ACCEPTING Send my muse a nightmare. Make my muse scream and wake up in a sweat.

                              this was not HAPPENING -- -  𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. her fingers went to his face, bloodied hands shakenly clutching on both sides of his cheeks as she leaned forward. her body shook in FEAR as she stared at him with devastation in her eyes, knowing exactly what it was he wanted from her -- - and KNOWING that she could not comply with his wishes. tears fell freely as she could feel the stinking touch upon her skin. she shook her head at him to say no, her voice breaking as she pushed herself closer into his arms,  ❝   i’m not leaving you, hanzo. ❞  she REFUSED, for in her heart she knew that this was their fate, to be together until the very end. 

                                 her heart ACHED at the thought of their children and of jesse. her breath shaking as she leaned forward to PLACE a gentle kiss upon his lips. she could feel herself collapsing, EXHAUSTON setting into her as her head fell to his chest. her hand dropped to his shoulder, SQUEEZING it as pain rippled through her body. threw her glossed over eyes towards the left of them and saw that in the distance jesse grabbing at the children, pulling them back along with genji, who had a firm grasp on his sisters arm. none had SEEMED to notice them as they made their escape, prompting a smile to form upon her lips as a tired feeling began to overwhelm her.  ❝   i love you. ❞  she whispered to him, as she blinked away the tears, knowing that their time was soon upon them. 

                                   she felt him loosen the SPIRIT ARROW, knowing that his aim would be true. his arms settled around her, the bow dropping to the ground as she could feel his TEARS falling into her hair. she could hear his voice begging of her to go, to save herself and to PROTECT their family, yet even if she wanted to comply to honor his wishes, her body COULD not move. with a shaking breath, she watched the dragons spring to life around them, KNOWING that time was running short upon seeing them roar. forcing herself, she placed her chin upon his chest, her eyes meeting with his own as she whispered her apologies before asking,  ❝   within our next life, PROMISE me, we will find each other again? and there, i pray that though we might struggle a bit, our time within that one will be EASIER then what we strived for within this. ❞

                                     she could hear him make his vow, his breath SHAKING as he too seemed to realize that she could not leave, his mind and HEART resigning itself to their fate. she could feel his whispers of those three words upon his lips as both of their spirits seeming to fade, though hers doing so in a slower pace then his. she watched, as his features paled, HIS EYES closing as the toll of his power and blood loss began to take its effect. his chest, beneath her stopped moving, causing her TEARS to begin flowing once more as she breathed out his name as her last,  ❝   𝓱𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓸... ❞  she whispered, her eyes soon closing in too as DARKNESS began to overcome her senses. 

                                     her body JOLTED slightly as she woke within her bed, her breath uneven as her body DRIPPED with a cold sweat. she could feel herself shaking, before she realized that her shoulders were being shook by another. her eyes opened as she stared into her husband’s, the look of concern upon his face as he gentle touched her sweaty cheek moving her hair behind her ear. she could feel herself move as her arms wrapped around him, REALIZATION dawning within her mind as she came to realize that it was just ANOTHER nightmare, coming to claim her. in truth, she had told no one of the one she had suffered the night before, instead choosing to ignore both men's confusion as they awoke this morning to find her arms wrapped around jesse, her eyes swollen from her silent tears. 

                                       but she knew that this time, she could not hide MUCH from him, for this time she had WOKEN him from his slumber. she could feel him pull her tighter to his body, forcing a soft sob escaped her lips.  her heart though RACED against his touch, memories flashing from the dream that had seemed FAR to real for her liking. her face went into that of his neck, BREATHING him in as he lifted her into his lap, before moving them both to a better position. he leaned his back against the back of their bed, his hands gently pressed against her back as he began to rub her in a SOOTHING motion, as she could feel his lips press into her hair. her body shook, as she tried hard to keep her crying low, so that she would not disturb jesse who had seemed asleep besides the two of them. 

            ❝   i’m sorry. ❞   she whispered against his shoulder, her voice partially muffled by his flesh. one of her hands, wound their way into his hair, softly playing with the strands as her mind kept whispering to herself, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞, 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖. over and over again. slowly, as she felt her strength return to her, she lifted her head off of him so she could stare into his eyes.  ❝  i didn’t mean to wake you. ❞

                                         her other hand lifted to his chest, as her sobs slowed into that of just tears. a soft hiccup sounded from her as she leaned forward to place a soft kiss upon his lips. her PALM stretching out top his heart as she NEEDED to feel its beat.  ❝   𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞  she whispered to him, as she pulled back ever so slightly. her eyes closed TIGHTLY as her shoulders began to shake anew as her mind began to race once more as she thought; 

ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 𝔻𝕆 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝕄𝔼.      𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖,                       𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥             𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘                𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙... 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠          𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦.