#Eugene Maximilion Spencer | Max

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Molting Memories

by LadamaB

Few people ever found themselves in a place where they had an angel, the creatures only arrived when their humans were in grave danger but not yet destined to die. It was so exceedingly rare that human sciences dismissed the idea as the sightings became less and less common. Hanzo had been in the presence of an angel. By all indications, he’d also killed him.

Words: 9841, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Mei-Ling Zhou, Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Tekhartha Mondatta, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Halháta Long Feather | Ena, Eugene Maximilion Spencer | Max, Original Overwatch Character(s), Reaper | Gabriel Reyes

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Lena "Tracer" Oxton/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Emily/Lena "Tracer" Oxton

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Guardian Angels, Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Romance, Amnesia, Supernatural - Freeform, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort

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Molting Memories

Read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BqwPB3

by LadamaB

Few people ever found themselves in a place where they had an angel, the creatures only arrived when their humans were in grave danger but not yet destined to die. It was so exceedingly rare that human sciences dismissed the idea as the sightings became less and less common. Hanzo had been in the presence of an angel. By all indications, he’d also killed him.

Words: 9841, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Mei-Ling Zhou, Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Tekhartha Mondatta, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Halháta Long Feather | Ena, Eugene Maximilion Spencer | Max, Original Overwatch Character(s), Reaper | Gabriel Reyes

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Lena "Tracer" Oxton/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Emily/Lena "Tracer" Oxton

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Guardian Angels, Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Romance, Amnesia, Supernatural - Freeform, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort

Read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BqwPB3

[ladamab]

Gossamer Fate

[<] [Chapter 2]

“Ah, ya see? Whaddaya think? Am I right or am I right?” Max crowed gleefully as he threw himself onto the old, beat-up recliner, pulling the the ugly serape off the tall back, wadded it up into a ball, and threw it directly onto the cowboy sleeping with his hat over his face on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Jesse jumped so high that if he’d been armed, Max and Genji would have already been shot. “McCree! Wake up, ya Hick! If Jefe catches your ass sleepin’ in here again we’ze is all gonna be in trouble!”

“Fuck! I’mma wake! I’mma wake--shit. Fuckin’ Yank. Y’all got no fuckin’ class where yer from, aintcha?” McCree grumbled, throwing the blanket in the floor and squinted between the silent cyborg standing in the doorway and the cackling Italian laughing from where he was laid the wrong way over the armrests on the Lazy-boy. “Jesus, Max. You re-dye that shit? It’s pokin’ mah eyes out over here.”

“Uh, no. I made Genji do it.” Max snorted, running a hand through his almost-luminescent blue hair as he righted himself in the chair and gestured for Genji to come over and sit down. The cyborg remained stoically poised in the door with his arms crossed for a moment or two before giving in to the cajoling to squeeze into the chair beside Max. Jesse gave the pair of them vaguely judgemental look. Two asses should not be able to fit into that recliner, but the pair of them were petite in the truest sense. Even sitting down, Genji had an inch or so on Max but they all knew better than to make mention of his height. It was almost as sore a spot as the abomination that passed for lasagna in the cafeteria. Never bring up the lasagna. “Mah hair grows back too fast to leave it very long. Gotta keep it lookin’ fresh.”

“What’cha gotta do is dye it back to black.” Jesse grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his face and then took his hat to flick it a couple of times and ensure it hadn’t been ruined by a blanket to the face. When he put it back on, he was treated to an unamused scowl from Max and Genji’s patented stare. With the mask on, there was no way to know if he was angry or not. At least Max’d gotten him a long-sleeved, black sweatpants and hoodie combination. It wasn’t that Jesse minded the way Genji looked normally, it was that Genji seemed to mind. “What’re ya right about, Yank?”

“So you were listening. Pay up, Gaijin.” The first words the cyborg had uttered in hours, a mechanical hand coming out of the pocket of his hoodie to smack Max directly on the chest and then gesture for money. “I told you he wasn’t sleeping.”

Max’s cyber-blue eyes snapped to Jesse’s shit-eating grin and scowled, pulling his wallet out and began to count out money. “The new monks,” He snapped back, slapping the Euros into Genji’s hand. The Cyborg gestured again, a few wrinkles forming beside his eyes in a way that Max knew to be only indicator that behind the mask, he was smiling. It was so rare that despite the injury to his wallet, losing a bet or two was worth it. “I think they’re omnics and I’m gonna prove it.”

“Aw, Max,” Jesse’s hat was off again and he was running a hand through his hair as he groaned. “Ain’t nothin’ sacred to ya? They’re men a’ God. Not our God--” “Our God? You’re a protestant heathen!” “--Shut up, ‘m talkin’. Point is, I don’t like it. I know I ain’t gotta like it ‘n yer both entitled to yer opinions but on account’a the fact that yer opinions fuckin’ suck, I’mma have t’ veto this stupid-ass idea.”

“You ‘n what army?” Max grumbled, crossing his arms while Genji put the footrest on the recliner up. “If they’re omnics running around lookin’ like people, they’re dangerous. Omnics can be hacked ‘n Chaplains have a lot of information on a lot of people. If they get close ‘t Genji it could get out ‘t his crazy brother that he’s still alive.”

The conversation had taken a sudden turn for the more serious and Max had an unfortunately good point. Jesse didn’t like it but he had to admit that there was a reason that Max ran missions and he didn’t; the hacker was paranoid and prepared for every eventuality. Jesse couldn’t even imagine some of the things he was already prepared for. “Shit, Maxie,” He breathed, staring at the floor and ran another hand through his already tousled hair, “I didn’t even think of that.”

“I know you didn’t think’a it. Youse guys always think yer just gonna waltz inta this stuff ‘n figure it out as y’ go.” Max snipped back and frowned heavily with a shake of his head. “I was talkin’ to Capo ‘n the plan is t’ take the monks out fer a tour or somethin’. They refused to come out fer dinner and I gotta say, it’s not helpin’ their case. There’s basically nothin’ on the web about the Shambali ‘n that short one saw us.”

“From the helipad?” Jesse asked, his voice rising in an incredulous whine. He had some of the best eyes around and even he couldn’t see people beyond a certain point in the curtain of shadow on the landing pad.

“From th’ helipad.” Max responded with his mouth set into a grim line.

Jesse sat back heavily against the sofa as a white stripe of legitimate panic licked its way through his mind. If they could find out about Genji then they could find out about him. Hell, they could find out about Max.

They could find out about Blackwatch.

“Alright. Y’all know how I feel about attackin’ men of God but… how’re we doin’ this?”

[ladamab]

He's from New Jersey, he's an asshole, the sky is blue, fogettaboutit.