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Chapter 31: Epilogue
Content Warning for this chapter: Sexual Content
Content Warnings for this fic: child abuse(OC), signs of depression(Hanzo Shimada), suicidal thoughts/high-risk actions(Hanzo Shimada), manipulation/emotional abuse (Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree), sexual content, graphic violence, body horror, attempted suicide.
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“You are more clean-shaven than usual,” Hanzo noted.
McCree rubbed his smooth jaw. “Yeah, well, gotta look good for my mugshot.”
“I’d dump him if I were you, Cousin,” Keiko said, walking up, along with the silent Mitsuru. “Only an idiot turns himself in. You do know you could just go back to Japan with Hanzo and the Marshals couldn’t touch you, right, Cowboy?”
McCree studied Hanzo up an down, eyes walking across the new suit appreciatively. It made Hanzo feel hot and cold at once. “That’s a temptin’ offer, Keiko,” McCree said. “But I’m done runnin’.” He nodded out at the airstrip. “Let’s go.”
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Chapter 30: Simple
Content Warning for this chapter: Graphic Violence
Content Warnings for this fic: child abuse(OC), signs of depression(Hanzo Shimada), suicidal thoughts/high-risk actions(Hanzo Shimada), manipulation/emotional abuse (Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree), sexual content, graphic violence, body horror, attempted suicide.
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Hanzo glared at him. “I am the elder here, Genji. I will not be spoken down to by you, as if I am a child in need of protection. I can make decisions on my own.”
“Since when?” Genji laughed.
“Enough!” Hanzo roared. “Do not lecture me about who I should trust, when you lied to Overwatch, to me, so you could collude with Keiko and that hacker on this mad plot to save the lives of an enemy .”
“They were being controlled, Hanzo-”
“They are not controlled any longer - yet omnics are still attacking the city. Do you realize this?”
“You would have rather the bomb killed them all?” Genji’s fists clenched. “Rather it killed me ?”
“I would have rather known what was happening. If it were not for Mitsuru’s help, McCree may have died, because I thought you needed to be saved.”
Genji laughed again, bitterly. “I have seen what it is to be saved by you, Hanzo,” he spat. “I do not need your protection, and no service Mitsuru performed can make up for abandoning us as children in that house of demons.”
“They left me there because of you ,” Hanzo roared. “I could have been free from that hell at 8 years old, but Mitsuru left me behind so that I would take care of you.”
That froze Genji for a time. When he spoke again, his voice was no longer raised, but harsh and quiet. “You made a fine job of it,” he said bitterly. “Tell me the truth, Hanzo - do you wish Mitsuru had taken you, and been free of me?”
Hanzo opened his mouth to answer, but when he did, no words came, because his heart had no clear answer.
May I
Chapter 29: Perfect
Content Warning for this chapter: Body horror, horror, monster Reaper, graphic violence, severed/mangled limbs, mention of suicidal/intrusive thoughts
Content Warnings for this fic: child abuse(OC), signs of depression(Hanzo Shimada), suicidal thoughts/high-risk actions(Hanzo Shimada), manipulation/emotional abuse (Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree), sexual content, graphic violence, body horror, attempted suicide.
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“Now do you believe me?”
McCree aimed his revolver at Reaper’s approaching figure. “I believed you from the start, Reyes,” he said. “I just couldn’t do what you did about it. Overwatch became a home to me. I killed plenty of folks in my time, but I couldn’t kill my own.”
Reaper kept coming, ominous, hunched forward, all eyes. “ Blackwatch was your own. That was your real family,” he said. “It was where you belonged. I did everything in my power to keep it that way, only to have you run off the one time I needed you.” Those familiar shotguns began materializing in Reaper’s clawed hands. “Did you decide you were too good for us? Did you imagine you were righteous ?”
“I don’t know,” McCree cried. “I think back on that day again and again and I still don’t know if what I did was right or wrong, brave or yellow-bellied.” McCree clenched his fist. “But for once, I couldn’t just do what you told me.”
Reaper snarled, lip curling up to show rows and rows of sharklike teeth. “Sounds like I’m moving you back to the top of the list, Ingrate .” He raised his shotgun.
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Chapter 28: The Broadcast
Content Warning for this chapter: None I think?
Content Warnings for this fic: child abuse(OC), signs of depression(Hanzo Shimada), suicidal thoughts/high-risk actions(Hanzo Shimada), manipulation/emotional abuse (Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree), sexual content, graphic violence, body horror, attempted suicide.
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“The Eye,” purred a woman’s voice from the TV speakers. “A secret society of scientists, technologists, politicians, and plutocrats that have been steering world history from the shadows for decades.”
Lovings’ cell phone rang. He tore his eyes from the TV to look who was calling. The number was masked, which could only mean it was one of their own. With a shaking fingers, Lovings answered the call and brought the phone to his ear.
“Professor,” came Anjali Vishkar’s familiar voice.
Lovings answered with, “Are you seeing this?”
“This organization has tried to take over the world three times,” the voiceover went on, as the Eye’s insignia started fading to black, “and no one even knew.”
“This is on every news station that broadcasts out of New York, and the others are already picking it up,” Vishkar said. “It’s that hacker from Mexico. I have some Architechs trying to access the news stations remotely but the firewall is so far airtight.”
“What do we know? What is she about to show?”
A pause, then Vishkar said, “Everything.”
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Chapter 27: With Us or Against Us
Content Warning for this chapter: Light violence
Content Warnings for this fic: child abuse(OC), signs of depression(Hanzo Shimada), suicidal thoughts/high-risk actions(Hanzo Shimada), manipulation/emotional abuse (Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree), sexual content, graphic violence, body horror, attempted suicide.
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Hanzo looked over to the barricade’s crumbling concrete, burst sandbags, and twisted rebar. It was on its last leg - it wouldn’t survive another assault. That wormy line of welding on the e-bomb gnawed at Hanzo. “So, tell me more about this ex of yours,” he probed. “The one who rescued you.”
“Oh, she’s not an ex anymore.” Keiko looked over her sunglasses at Hanzo, smirking.
Hanzo chuckled. “Is that so?”
“Yup. She came to visit me in the bunker, and down there? Nothing to do but each other,” Keiko purred. “You ever had nonstop makeup sex with a beautiful, super-genius chick?” Keiko slapped Hanzo’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “What am I saying? Of course you haven't. Just trust me, it's amazing. ”
Hanzo chuckled. “You must like this woman a great deal.”
“Yeah,” Keiko said. “I, uh… Yeah.”
That response told Hanzo more than all of Keiko’s blustering. “Perhaps, you love her?”
Keiko rubbed the back of her neck. “Ah, come on, you don’t have to say it like that, Hanzo. Besides, you’re one to talk. You fuck that cowboy yet, or are you two still pretending you don’t like each other?”
Hanzo tried and failed to hide a smile.
“U-oh! Did you really?” Keiko grabbed Hanzo’s shoulder, then slapped his cheek. “Nice work, Cousin! Come on, you gotta tell me what kinda dumb shit he says in bed.” Keiko pantomimed twirling a lasso and said, in bad English, “Yee-haw!”
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Chapter 25: Family Reunion
Content Warning for this chapter: Light violence, mention of depression, mention of gender dysphoria.
Content Warnings for this fic: child abuse(OC), signs of depression(Hanzo Shimada), suicidal thoughts/high-risk actions(Hanzo Shimada), manipulation/emotional abuse (Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree), sexual content, graphic violence, body horror, attempted suicide.
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“Jesse!”
The impact of the shipping container hitting the ground shook Hanzo up from his legs and into his head. Dust filled the alleyway. When it cleared, the end of the alley that emptied into Astor Place was plugged up by the fallen crate and resulting rubble. McCree was trapped on the opposite side - alone with the entire omnic army.
Hanzo darted forward, slinging his bow over his shoulder. With enough momentum, he could climb over the container and-
A tight, gloved hand grasped Hanzo’s bicep and pinned him in place. Furious, he turned. It was the stranger, Soldier: 76. The grip made the dragon, already burning blue through his veins, roar in rage. “Release me,” Hanzo demanded.
“We need that bow of yours,” Soldier: 76 said, “if we’re going to get past them .” He nodded to the opposite end of the alleyway. A mass of omnics were crowded there, advancing on them.
With a hard tug, Hanzo freed himself from Soldier: 76’s iron grip. His own skin felt hot as lightning. “I am not leaving him behind.”
“You want to throw your life away? Fine,” Soldier: 76 growled back, hand going back to his pulse rifle. “But know that if we don’t get out of here alive, you’re throwing away the sacrifice he made, too.”
It was a punch to the gut. All Hanzo could see in his mind was the look of concession on McCree’s face just before the crate crashed between them. Hanzo scowled hard to swallow back the reality that McCree was very likely dead or dying right now.
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Chapter 24: Into Hell
Content Warning for this chapter: Light Violence
Content Warnings for this fic: child abuse(OC), signs of depression(Hanzo Shimada), suicidal thoughts/high-risk actions(Hanzo Shimada), manipulation/emotional abuse (Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree), sexual content, graphic violence, body horror, attempted suicide.
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Something tightened around McCree’s gloved hand. He looked down, and it was Hanzo’s fingers, clutching his hand. “You say… 13 is an unlucky number in America?” The mention of Genji had made him sullen.
McCree leaned in close so his nose touched Hanzo’s shaved temples. “We’re gonna get Genji back,” he whispered like a promise. “Then we’ll be fourteen. Nothin’ unlucky about fourteen.”
Hanzo’s hand slid up McCree’s chin to his cheek, carding his fingers in his beard. “No,” he said. “Nothing unlucky about that.”
The thud broke them out of the spellbinding moment, and McCree turned to see Zarya knocking on the window. She had an angry, quizzical expression. “That gun, there.” She tapped the glass. McCree craned his neck to see around her shoulder, barely spotting the massive tuning-fork-shaped weapon she was pointing at. It hammered back as it fired.
“What about it,” Winston asked.
“Omnics used them in the war. I have seen dozens, derelict, in Krasnoyarsk. They are surface-to-air weapons.”