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miss-shiva-adler · 7 years ago

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Day 1 – 24th of march 2018 - Overwatch kink week

Break up/make up || ponfarr/sex pollen || lingerie/panty kink

Title: Red Lace Rating: NC-17 Words: 1782 Pairing: [Ana x Reinhardt] Links: Ao3

She just couldn't focus. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. Her faint arousal wasn't dissipating any time soon. She had hidden the faint blush on her face behind her folded hands. How could she, even for the slightest, take her mind off something like that. They had been dating for months, almost a year. Usually after Thursday's training they would be grabbing dinner in the small restaurant downtown and stay the night in their rented apartment. Away from the base, away from everything that was Overwatch. It was a moment just for them. She looked forward to it every week, knowing that in the current situation of war it was all that they would ever get. And now this was part of their relationship as well.

Red lace? Would it be red lace this time? He had said he had a whole collection, and it was the only color he hadn't worn yet

"Anything to add, Captain Amari ?"

She tore away her gaze away to settle her eyes on Morisson. She'd have to read the report of the meeting once the time liberated itself, she had only registered half of what had been said. "We can open up the new training ground anytime we wish for it, I think it wouldn't hurt if I were to re-evaluate Blackwatch's agents, it would put the president's mind at rest. But that is only if you give me green light for doing it, Gabriel." Reyes, who was sitting across from her shrugged. He had his arms crossed, trying to show nonchalance but she knew him better than that. Gabriel cared so much more for Blackwatch's team than he'd wanted to admit. "Sure, do whatever, you'll see that agent McCree has greatly improved his aim." Of course he would, she had drilled into the youngster that he better trained as much as he could before she would test his abilities again. "I'm certain of it." They both shared a smile. McCree was finally getting tamed, he wasn't the reckless boy Reyes had brought in so many years ago. He was becoming a fully fleshed agent and a great one too."Unless someone wants to say anything else this meeting is closed." Silence met Morisson's last statement. The commander arched an eyebrow and added a quick: "You're all dismissed."

There was a collective sigh of relief, today had been a long day. Most people rose from their seat, including herself. The fabric brushed over her arousal. She bit the inside of cheek. It did feel like torture. Normally they'd be going to their respective rooms, shower, change, relax for an hour before meeting each other in the main hall. She wasn't sure she'd be able to wait. Her eyes locked upon his frame as he shared a joke with Doctor Ziegler.

Would he be wearing stockings? Maybe a bra?

"Reinhardt?" It had crossedher lips before she realized. His face perked up. "Yes?" He asked. She felt the air being stuck in her throat. As if she couldn't speak anymore. Her hand gestured him to come over, it was all she could do to not look embarrassed or seem out of sorts. He stood up, his shirt was loose enough to hide blood in her cheeks rose again. Her arousal throbbed, reminding her that it hadn't left. "Anything the matter?" He asked, sincerely concerned. His frame was towering over her. His lips were chapped. Her hands itched, remembering how his muscles would feel under her touch, how he would move above or under her. She grasped her forearms. How she would whisper in his ear and how his lips would move against her.

Was it red lace this time ?

"I…" her mind was feeling fogged, her body tense. "I'd like to…" She bit her lips, trying to ground herself. "talk," she muttered. Glancing sideways as others started to leave the meeting room. His brow furrowed. "Is it urgent? Can't it wait until dinner?" She wasn't sure she could wait, she needed to know. She needed to feel. Her arousal throbbed as a reply to her thoughts. "Are you alright, Schatz?" He took another step, he only used cologne the days they were meeting. She tried to exhale discreetly as if she hadn't kept in her breathing for a while. "No," she said, taking the decision any way. "Is it work related?" he asked. He was so concerned, she couldn't feel annoyed. His blue eye looked at her, she didn't meet his gaze immediately. "No, I just…" She smiled, knowing that since she had already gone this far she might just as well go forth with her decision. "…need to talk to you." She stopped fidgeting with her fingers. "If you're alright, with that, of course," she said. It took him less than a minute, his eye gleaming, his lips forming a grin, his stature standing up straighter. "Oh, of course." He licked his chapped lips. "You are sure you don't want to wait for after dinner?" Reinhardt's accent had become thicker at this point. His grin was suggestive. Everyone had left the room by now which is why she did the following: she grabbed hold of his shirt, tugged until he leaned in and left only just a small space between them. He had laid his hands on her hips. "I am certain of it." His eye was already closing as she made contact with his lips. She wasn't much for public displays of affection, but right now they were alone and officially off the clock. His faded cologne, his gentle respiration, the taste and feel of his mouth moving against hers. His arms were circling her, holding her.

Was it going to be red lace this time ?

He yelped as she took hold of his wrist to drag him behind her. The living quarters weren't so far off. It would have been quite a sight, but there was almost no one on their way to her room. She swiped her thumb over the biometric scanner and the door slid open. She dragged him in before locking the door with a small series of numbers against the door interface. She even lowered the intensity of the light in the room. It was more intimate this way. Ana didn't give him the chance to say anything as she pushed him against the door. He laughed, the small rumble in his chest resonating against her. She kissed him again and again. He cupped her cheeks as she did so. Of course she felt like she was self-combusting at the moment when he breached her lips with his tongue. She let it explore her, touch her, consume her whole. Her desire just flamed through her veins, she wanted more. His growing erection trapped in his trousers was poking her stomach. Her hands fumbled around his belt. He caressed the nape of her neck, his fingers entangled in her hair. He exhaled soundly as she sunk to her knees. She grabbed some pillows to put her knees on, just so she could be at the same level as his crotch. Her hands roamed under his shirt,already feeling the lace of a garter belt right underneath his stomach. Her hands caressed his sides before letting the fabric slide from his hips.

Red lace

His erection was trapped to the side, the red flowery pattern deformed and stretched out over it. He let the back of his head lean against the door. His eye closed as her warm breath was upon him. Her hands roamed on his thighs over the transparent texture of his stockings. Her nails grazed over his skin. Her cheeks nuzzled his shaft and he could only sigh. She was gorgeous, her eyes filled with lust and want. Her hands. Her fingers. Her nails dug into his backside as her lips moved against his clothed member. Her hair was falling over her face. Reinhardt groaned as she cupped his testicles, tugging and twisting slightly. The heat of her tongue enveloped the head of his cock. The pain licked at his core. She enjoyed keeping the lace there, trapped between her mouth and his skin. Her tongue wetted the fabric even more as a drop of her saliva seeped through. "Ana," he whispered through the torturous warmth of her administrations. "Ana," he repeated. Mein Gott that woman was going to be the death of him.

Her fingers freed his erection. He let another growl cross his mouth. Her lips stretched out and over the thickness of him. Instinctively he laid a hand on her head, caressing her scalp. She moved up and down his shaft. The hairs on his forearms rose as he lost himself in the sensation of her, in the heat of her mouth. Her tongue teased the underside and pressed his erection against her soft palate. She breathed slowly through her nose everytime she came back up and slid foreskin over the head of his cock. He felt the buildup of his release appearing when she decided to speed up. Her cheeks encompassed him, her suction was stronger, her fingertips caressed the underside of his stomach. Her tongue canceled any other sensation of discomfort, there was only her. She squeezed the base of his shaft, keeping him right there.

He whispered her name one last time before he let the orgasm hit him. His whole body tensed up, the sweat on his forehead beading down his face, his muscles contracting as he petted her head. It felt like he came for days, hours. The warmth of her mouth left him and he sagged against the door. She spit his semen out in one of the paper tissues she kept on her nightstand. His mind fogged and his vision quite blurry he extended his arms toward her, inviting her to hug. She snuggled up to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. They laid there in silence, enjoying each other's company, their breathing calming down. The muscles of his lower back started protesting, but he just couldn't get himself to tell her to move. She was finally the one who broke the silence: "Didn't we have a dinner to go to?" He nodded, "Then maybe we should both shower and get prepared." Her nose was nuzzling his skin. "I heard that the private one in my living quarters is quite big enough to accommodate two. Care to find out?" He laughed, nodding. Yes, this woman was going to be the death of him. She shed her clothing before gesturing him to come over. Reinhardt got up and followed her to the aforementioned private shower room.

The end

#Overwatch Kink Week March 2018 #OwKinkWeekMarch2018 #Anahardt #Ana x Reinhardt #overwatch #my fics #kink meme

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adatedreference · 7 years ago

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Snow Angel

It wasn’t that Ana had never seen snow before, her various trips with the Egyptian Military as well as the time she’d spent in Vancouver with her Husband had given her some experience with it; snow was crunchy as it fell and lightly dusted the streets and nearly hard-packed enough ice the next day. This? This was different. It was light, fluffy and though the cold should have been unwelcoming, there was an undeniable magic to it that screamed out to her and the Overwatch team was all too happy to show her all the wonders of it. Most of them anyways.

They were in Switzerland, sequestered in a lodge a little outside Davos, investigating rumours of an Omnic Cell with some potentially deadly ambitions and Blackwatch had left to do their Recon; not before young Jesse McCree had demanded they save the first snowball fight for him.... a demand that had already fallen through.

The grounds outside the cabin were dug up with a fitting degree of military precision, snow barricades and various forms of cover had dotted the area and everyone there had been split up into two teams. It was nearly midday and the teams had dwindled down to three people a piece:

Ana had picked off almost all of the more junior members on Jack’s team despite her inexperience, while Jack’s schoolboyish crush was shining through as he had been trying and failing to show off and get Ana the entire time. Torbjorn, whose little ones had clearly trained him into an expert Snowball Fighter, had picked his slack up with no trouble and demolished most of her team. Winston (on Jack’s team) and Tracer (on her own) were entirely focused on their “duel”, which between Winston’s leaps and Tracer’s constant blinking was an amazing spectacle.

And that left her with only... Lieutenant Wilhelm. He was gigantic, and oafish and... glorious. If he hadn’t been there she likely would have already struck out the other two on the other side, but between the hilarity of watching him try to hide behind snow embankments designed for someone half his height with his knees by his ears and watching the way his hair whipped past his face and highlighted that jaw when he did try to throw a snowball? Well she was... a little distracted. He had seemed to pull something and had been walking with one arm almost limp all day though and.... where was he, anyways?

She saw Jack out of the corner of her eye and saw the sly smirk as they made eye contact. She wondered for a second if he actually thought competing so hard would actually get him the attention he wanted, then ran for the nearest cover as he shouted:

“I’ve got you in my sights!”

Wait... wasn’t there supposed to be an embankment here? She was caught out in the open, Jack was focused and she was out of ammo. She braced herself for impact.

“I will be your shield!”

She hadn’t braced herself for him. Reinhardt had dashed out beside her and there was a bright flash of blue; his arm hadn’t been limp, he’d just hidden his shield up his sleeve and only unveiled it at that very moment. She looked at his face and at the wild, goofy shit-eating grin it bore nearly ear-to-ear and she doubled over laughing.

The last snowballs smacked into the shield and as it came down she saw it. The embankment, or rather what was left of it, sculpted into the biggest snowball she had ever seen, careening through the air right at their dumbfounded Commander. It picked Jack right off his feet and Ana collapsed into the snow, rolling in a breathless fit of laughter that was only calmed somewhat as Rein turned towards.

“Scheeengel” he said, almost reverently.

Did... did he just call her? No, Fareeha had told her about this, she was rolling in the snow and had accidentally made a snow angel. She looked up at him, still sporting his signature big, dumb grin; the sun was nearly at its zenith and the glare off the snow brightened his features immensely. The cold was clearly starting to get even to him, as his cheeks had gone a rosy pink looking down at her. He shook his head for a quick second and offered her a gloved hand up... as a snowball smacked him right in the shoulder.

“It’s not the size of the snowball that counts, it’s how you use it!” Torbjorn called out triumphantly.

He seemed to revel in his small victory before some disgruntled if euphemistic cursing erupted from the porch; Blackwatch had returned and a very disgruntled McCree walked out onto the field with a look of betrayal on his face and arms already filled with snowballs.

“It’s High Noon!” He shouted, as he readied his barrage.

#Anahardt #Ana Amari #Reinhardt Wilhelm #Reinhardt #Ana #Overwatch #writing drabble #I saw Rein's new Highlight Intro and this just instantly popped into my head #And I just took a few weeks before properly writing it >.<

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overgosh · 7 years ago

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Chapter 4 is up! This one features a post-Crisis flashback in Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Fareeha visits, and there is an actual bedtime story involved!

If you’re an Ana/Reinhardt fan, give it a read! ;u; Thanks guys!

#overwatch #anahardt #reinhardt #ana #ive been meaning to update scratch... about 1/2 way there #ive been sick this entire past week #so its been kind of a bummer not being able to get everything done #ce la vie

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soft-butch-cassidy · 7 years ago

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Under the Rubble

McHanzo Week Day 2: Canon Divergence/AU

Summary: Lost in the uninhabited plains far from any town, a well-traveled group of adventurers finds a strange ruin and argue about everything.

(D&D AU. TW for violence and descriptions of gore.)

AO3

“Just admit it, Hanzo, we’re lost!”

“We are not—give me the map, Genji, stop that, you’re acting like a child!”

“You are not holding it right! That’s why we are lost! Gods above, I have the dumbest brother—“

“I’m not holding it right? Me? Which way is east, tell me that, and then argue!”

McCree slowly lifted his flask to his lips and let the arguing of the brothers fade into the background. The sun was hot here, and while his liquor didn’t help with the heat, it staved off the headache their bickering was giving him.

“Man,” started a different voice from beside him. “Do you think there’s any water around here?”

McCree glanced down to see his friend, the party’s bard, flopping down in the grass with an arm over his eyes to shield from the sun. “Probably. Grass is fairly green ‘round here, that means there’s water somewhere. Might be underground.”

Lucio sighed. “I feel useless,” he complained. “My skills aren’t worth anything way out here. I can’t charm the dirt into giving us water.”

“You could damn well try,” McCree joked. He looked out over the vast expanse of grass, dotted with chunks of rock. “Hold on… Hey, fellas, c’mere!”

The tieflings, who had switched to their native tongue with smoke and embers flicking from their mouths as they argued, stopped and looked over at McCree’s call. “What is it?” Hanzo asked, coming over with Genji at his heels.

“Y’all got better eyesight than me. You seein’ that way out there?”

Lucio sat up as well and squinted into the distance.

“It looks like… some sort of ruins,” Hanzo said hesitantly. “It certainly is not a natural stone formation.”

“That appears to be a broken pillar, near it,” Genji agreed, pointing. His tail flicked in excitement, red eyes growing wide and sharp white teeth glittering in the sun. “Cool!”

“Maybe there’s somethin’ there to explore. Dungeon or something. At least we’ll be outta the sun for a bit,” McCree suggested. “Then we can figure out what to do. Hey, where’re the other two?”

Genji turned around and waved. “Chatting, of course. What else?”

McCree shook his head and turned. “Hey! We found something!” he shouted.

Sitting in the relative shade of a boulder was a very large man and a very small woman. The man, an enormous human in equally huge armor, looked up from their conversation. McCree couldn’t hear what he said to the half-elven woman, but the two stood and made their way over. For their age, they both moved with no less skill than the younger adventurers.

“That way a bit. See that sprawl of rocks?” McCree pointed. “Ruins of some kind. We wanted to go check it out.”

“If our dear little thieves are done their petty bickering,” said Ana with mirth and a sly grin at the Shimada brothers. Tiefling tails lashed in shame.

“My apologies, Miss Amari,” Hanzo rumbled, lowering his head.

McCree still just couldn’t get used to such wild formalities from the tiefling brothers. He'd known many a briefing in his time in the west, but the Shimadas were nothing like the cattle ranchers McCree was used to. Hell, he'd had no idea about the existence of the ancient tiefling clan of thieves and sorcerers until he met them.

But that was neither here nor there. They had a dungeon to raid.

Genji pulled up his mask over his face. His voice came out a little distorted by the magic in his armor and prosthetics that kept him alive. “Shall we go, then?”

“By all means. Y’all should probably go a little ahead, check for traps?” McCree suggested.

Hanzo nodded. He reached over to brush his fingers against McCree’s arm before pulling up his hood and stalking ahead. Genji moved a few feet to his side, both tieflings scanning the grass and rocks for anything out of the ordinary.

McCree held out his hand to Lucio, crouching a bit to reach the halfling better. For his small size, the bard was surprisingly heavy. Likely all his instruments.

The two took a moment of solidarity to watch their respective boyfriends as they crept quickly through the fields. Watching them do their rogue thing was always cool.

“Alright, lovebirds, we should go catch up,” Ana said behind them. “They will take all the good loot for themselves!”

“No, they won’t,” Lucio assured, but started walking anyway. McCree shook his head and followed.

The second Reinhardt started moving, McCree hid a wince; his armor was so damn loud. Stealth was far from the paladin’s specialty.

By the time they’d caught up, Genji was sitting on one of the broken walls of what looked like an old stone building, and Hanzo was examining the well-worn stone. Genji waved eagerly as they approached.

“Anything interesting?” Lucio asked, scrambling up with a little help from Genji to sit beside him.

“Not really,” Genji replied. “If there was anything, it is long gone.”

“Damn,” McCree cursed. “Just the foundation here?”

“So far,” Genji said. He pressed his shoulder into Lucio. “How are you feeling?”

Lucio shook his head, but he was smiling. “I’m fine! You’ve been asking me every two minutes!”

“Well, I am concerned! My dear, darling, most treasured and talented love, wounded in battle!”

“It’s been a week, babe,” Lucio laughed. His fingers brushed the bandages on his arm from the injury, nearly healed by now, between his own magic and Ana’s potions.

Speaking of, Ana and Reinhardt had wandered a little further into the rubble. McCree glanced around to look for Hanzo, and spotted him moving around the outside of the wall. McCree left Genji and Lucio to their conversation, which was quickly growing grossly affectionate, and followed after Hanzo.

“See somethin’, darlin’?” McCree asked.

Hanzo shook his head, a small frown on his face. “Not yet. This was a large building though, once. Strange that it is the only one here…”

“Maybe there were more,” McCree mused. “Wooden buildings?”

“Perhaps.” Hanzo’s long nails tapped at the stone. “But I cannot help but feel as though there is more here. I am not skilled enough in the arcane to tell, however.”

“Maybe Ana’ll know,” McCree suggested. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d run into a place of magic without knowing.

Hanzo nodded. “We should see if she can tell once I check behind the rubble. I would like to ensure our safety before we do very much else.”

“Sure, honey. I got your back.”

Hanzo’s rare smile was gentle and put a flutter in McCree’s chest. “Thank you, Jesse.”

McCree followed alongside Hanzo as he checked he crumbled wall for… whatever he was checking for. He kept one hand casually on his gun, a rare and treasured weapon, forged by dwarves. His short sword rested on his other hip, though it rarely saw the blood of battle. He preferred his aim to his blade; Hanzo was no different with his bow.

When they’d reached the other end of the wall, Hanzo stopped. He stood and peered over the wall, head tilting a little.

“Got something?”

“Perhaps… keep watch.” Hanzo vaulted the wall, tail waving to keep his balance as he landed elegantly. McCree craned his neck a little; even with Hanzo’s horns, he was almost short enough that at his angle, McCree couldn’t see him too well over the wall.

He scanned for his teammates, instinct making him cautious. Four familiar figures; good.

“Come here,” Hanzo’s voice hissed.

McCree scrambled over the stone, much less graceful than the rogue, and landed with a heavy huff and a jingle of spurs.

Hanzo was crouching. “There’s something here.”

McCree got down beside him and brushed aside the dry soil with metal fingers. “What… is that a door?”

Hanzo nodded, white eyes bright with excitement. “It is!”

McCree grinned at him. “Hope there’s somethin’ real neat down there.”

“There will be nothing, treasure, or certain death,” Hanzo said.

“Or some combination of the three.” McCree laughed. “Finally some excitement!”

They called their companions over, and worked on clearing the dirt from above an old wooden door set into the ground. Ana nodded as she looked at it. “It’s enchanted,” she said, running her fingers over the ancient iron fittings. “Mostly to prevent it from being destroyed. And that extended to its age and forces of nature.”

“So there’s somethin’ under there?” McCree asked. “Something valuable?”

“Most likely. Something that whoever lived here wanted to keep safe.”

“Can you open it?” Lucio asked. “There’s no handle.”

Hanzo and Genji looked at each other. “An unopenable door?” Hanzo scoffed.

“Impossible.” Genji unsheathed his knife. “Stand back, boys. And Miss Amari.”

“I love when he gets like this,” Lucio whispered to McCree as the rogues began picking at the door with various tools.

“Yer tellin’ me,” McCree replied. Hanzo had his tongue between his sharp teeth in concentration. Cute.

The other four began to grow a little restless, watching the Shimadas focusing on getting the door open. They were getting frustrated, occasionally cursing in Infernal or muttering something to the other.

But finally, minutes later, Genji let out a victorious cry.

Hanzo swore. “Reinhardt,” he said, straining as his blade groaned under the door.

Reinhardt moved as swiftly as his heavy armor allowed, kneeling beside Hanzo and helping them pull the heavy wood upwards. It thunked solidly against the ground.

All six crowded around and peered down. It was very, very dark.

“So who’s going first?” Lucio asked with a nervous laugh.

Genji drew his shorter sword. “Could I have a light, please?”

Lucio plucked at the lyre on his hip, a few cheery notes breaking the quiet, and Genji’s sword began to glow with a soft green light that matched the ones on his magical limbs. “Good?”

Genji nodded. “Thank you. You’re wonderful.”

Lucio beamed at him, dark cheeks flushing at the compliment.

“Are you sure, Genji?” Hanzo asked, worry on his face.

“You worry too much, brother,” Genji said, before dropping silently into the hole. The light vanished instantly.

Lucio snapped his fingers. “It’s a darkness spell!”

“Can you get rid of it?” Reinhardt asked.

“Maybe.” Lucio pulled his lute from his back, but hesitated. “I don’t wanna use up all my spells for the day.”

Reinhardt hummed. “Do you think dispell magic will work?”

“That’s what I was gonna try.”

Reinhardt nodded. “Ah, I can do that! Easy!” He reached up to the symbol on his armor plating and turned his face up toward the sky. With a word that rumbled even deeper than Reinhardt’s usual bass, the darkness rippled and vanished in the door. Sunlight flooded into the hole, illuminating the disturbed motes of dust that danced in the beams.

“Ah! You fixed it! Thank you!” Genji’s voice called up. He reappeared underneath and waved up. “So far, so good! I think you can come down.”

Hanzo jumped down with no hesitation. It was probably a ten foot drop, and he landed neatly.

“There a ladder down there?” McCree asked, only partially joking.

“Nope.”

“Any of y’all got feather fall or somethin’?” McCree said to the magic users.

“Sure, lemme use up all my spells.” Lucio shook his head and put his lute back. “Genji, can you catch me?”

Genji sheathed his sword, dismissing the green light, and stretched up his arms.

Lucio slid down as much as he could, clinging with gloved hands before dropping. Genji easily caught him. McCree didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling.

“I am not catching you, Jesse,” Hanzo called up. McCree could see him readying a stance anyway.

“I got this, sugar, don’t you worry none.”

Hanzo’s grumble wasn’t entirely inaudible. McCree grinned cheekily down at him before, almost too confidently, leaping down into the hole.

His confidence paid off, and he landed safely on the old wooden floor, kicking up dust, but definitely feeling like a badass. His knees hurt a little bit, but nothing that wouldn’t go away in a minute. He straightened up and grinned at Hanzo’s expression.

“See, I still got it,” McCree said.

Hanzo’s gray face tinted adorably red. Genji laughed.

“Can y’all get down okay?” McCree called up, squinting at the silhouettes of the paladin and the alchemist.

“I can,” Reinhardt said. He looked over at Ana with concern.

“I might not be a handsome young woman anymore, but my bones aren’t made of glass,” she replied.

The four in the hole drew back into the shadows as Reinhardt came jumping down. His armor clattered loudly, but he looked even cooler than McCree felt.

Reinhardt lifted his hands up to Ana. “I will catch you!” he exclaimed.

She shook her head and jumped down. With a soft curse in Elvish, she landed in Reinhardt’s arms.

“There! First obstacle overcome!” Reinhardt grinned at the team.

Genji raised his glowing sword, casting a green light across the room. “There isn’t very much here,” he said. “There’s a door there, it’s locked. I thought it wise to wait for backup.”

Hanzo took out his lockpicks again. “Hold that so I can see better.”

It took Hanzo a minute to get the door open, cursing softly and grumbling about the rusty lock. There was a dull click, and Hanzo straightened. “There.”

Reinhardt hefted his shield. “Stand back, let me go first.”

McCree pulled out his gun and double checked it was loaded.

Hanzo slowly pulled open the door.

For a moment, there was silence.

“So--” Lucio started, before a sudden metal clang interrupted him.

Reinhardt stumbled back a step, started at whatever crashed into his shield. McCree slid to the side to look around the paladin.

A skeletal face grinned back at him, flesh barely clinging to the old, old bones.

“Zombie!” Lucio yelped, drawing his rapier and hovering his other hand over his lyre.

“It’s one zombie!” Genji replied, slipping into a battle-ready stance. Hanzo had already vanished into shadow, and only the pale white of his eyes was visible as he backed away to draw his bow.

Low shuffles and groans echoed from inside the next room.

“You were saying?” Ana said flatly, raising her crossbow.

Hanzo shot first. An arrow whistled past McCree’s ear and plunged deep into the sunken eye socket of the zombie. It shuddered and lurched, the grip on its sword loose.

Reinhardt used the opportunity to bash forward with his shield, knocking the arrow in deeper and crushing its face. The zombie crumpled to the ground, but the sounds of the rest were drawing nearer.

“Lucio, the light,” Genji said.

With a wave of his hand, the green glow was extinguished. Genji retreated into the shadow with his brother, waiting.

“Can I have a light?” McCree complained. “Some of us can’t see in the dark!”

A sharp pluck at Lucio’s lyre had Reinhardt’s shield glowing a soft blue. It didn’t reflect off the rusty armor of the zombie that came charging forward with gnashing teeth and grasping claws. McCree aimed carefully and with a loud, satisfying crack of his revolver, the zombie’s face was blown off in a burst of dust and rank, rotting blood.

“Can we just funnel them in the door?” McCree asked, preparing to fire again.

“As long as only one or two come at a time,” Reinhardt replied, bracing his shield.

Several sets of hands came clawing through the door frame.

“That’s a no, then,” Ana said. McCree heard her footsteps retreating and stepped back himself.

Two arrows came whizzing past him from different directions, striking the same zombie. He heard Ana reloading her crossbow and the very light tapping of Hanzo’s boots on the floor as he moved positions.

The thrill of battle filled McCree’s blood. Even if they were just zombies, the past week had been unbearably boring. It was just a shame it was too dark to watch Hanzo destroying their enemies with his bow; he was raw power and elegant art in a living body.

As McCree lined up his next shot, he heard Lucio say something in Halfling, and the zombie that was desperately weakened by the arrows suddenly reached up to claw at its head. McCree grimaced as it ripped into its own fragile flesh and brittle bones with an agonized, inhuman shriek of agony. Musy gray brain matter was met by jagged, dirty nails and the monster collapsed.

“Gross,” Lucio said.

“Vicious mockery? I’ve never seen that happen before,” Reinhardt said, raising his shield to block the next grasping limb.

“Works great on weak enemies,” Lucio said, darting under the shield to jab at the zombie with his rapier. McCree took a shot and blood dribbled in thick, almost gel-like globs from its shattered jaw that then fell off and hit the ground in a wet squish.

Genji’s blade dropped down from above the door to impale another one. McCree looked up to see him clinging to the wall, his magic limbs giving him the insane spider-like power. The zombie went limp, the glow of its eyes fading, as Genji jerked his sword back, blood dripping from the blade.

“Stand back!” Reinhardt said. McCree stepped back beside Ana as the paladin pulled out his hammer. His shield, still glowing, was set on his back. With a mighty cry, he swung his hammer, and flames so bright they were nearly white flickered in the air.

When the hammer connected with one of the zombies coming in through the door, it erupted into bright flames as its bones shattered and cracked. The monster shrieked, and Reinhardt used the momentum to slam it into the one beside it.

“Reinhardt, get back!” Ana shouted. McCree glanced toward her to see her reaching into her bag. A small glass vial glinted in her hand.

Reinhardt moved away, protecting Lucio. Ana hurled the vial; it shattered on the burning corpse.

The liquid inside splashed onto the zombies near it, and the flames eagerly licked at the liquid. McCree took a shot at the same time Hanzo did, ending two more zombies. Lucio yelled another insult in Halfling, making a third run into the flames.

“Is that all of ‘em?” McCree asked.

The flames began to die down. Beneath the dry cracking of bones and rusted armor in the magical fire, there was silence.

Reinhardt reached up to touch his chest, the symbol on his armor. He was quiet for a moment, and then nodded. “I can’t sense any more undead in there. We’re safe.”

“For now,” Hanzo’s voice growled from beside McCree, startling the gunslinger. “Stay wary.”

“Gods--quit doin’ that!”

Hanzo offered a dry smile.

“If I wasn’t so damn in love with you--”

“You would what, Jesse, my cherished one?”

Jesse floundered. “I’d-- I would-- shut up.”

Genji dropped down from the wall and bounded to Lucio. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assured, accepting Genji’s concerned touches. “Everyone else alright?”

“They didn’t put up very much of a fight,” Ana replied, shouldering her bag of potions. “Reinhardt, dear?”

“Right as rain, my love.” He smiled fondly at her. “Not a scratch on me.”

“Well, reckon we should go see what they were guarding,” McCree said.

There were nods of agreement. Reinhardt moved to the front with his shield, Genji and Lucio just behind him with Ana at their heels. Hanzo moved to follow before McCree caught his arm.

“Nice shootin’, darlin’,” McCree whispered, smiling and leaning down.

Hanzo shook his head but eagerly closed the distance. He kept the kiss brief and chaste. “Not so bad yourself. Though this was nothing of a battle.”

“Got lucky, I reckon. See, I told ya, you’re a good luck charm.”

“Hardly.” Hanzo smiled, though, a soft expression rare on his face that struck butterflies in McCree’s throat and sunshine in his chest. “But I appreciate the sentiment, regardless.”

“Let’s go see what fantastic loot we fought so hard for,” McCree said, just as Genji let out an excited whoop from the other room and Lucio’s laughter rang out.

“And make sure my brother does not keep it all for himself,” Hanzo agreed. He took McCree’s magical metal fingers and the two hurried after their companions.

#cas writes stuff #mchanzo #mchanzo week 2017 #gencio #anahardt

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