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Mchanzo Fans should LOVE Ashe.

All the lore that rolled through should be a breath of fresh air to the Mchanzo fandom but instead I see all this anger and aggression. Let me let you in on a secret: her lore makes McCree a better candidate for Hanzo and I will tell you how.

Originally, complaints about Mchanzo stem from them living in completely different and unrelatable backgrounds. But we have recently learned that McCree was a FOUNDER of Deadlock. He was no lackey, but the second head of a criminal organization. He redeemed himself and has taken to a life on the run. Meaning that he understands the path Hanzo is trying to take and is more equipped to help him.

He is no paragon of justice. He understands the moral grey area of life. When Ashe had the train derailed, he was focused on his goal and considered the other goods collateral. He has always lived in the moral grey area (deadlock, blackwatch, mercenary) and it has clearly affected his decision making. He clearly had a rough upbringing since Deadlock became his family, meaning his own home life was lacking. McCree and Hanzo will probably both been wanting for a close family structure, and he won't get hung up on Hanzo's past. Free ticket to slide up in those DMs.

Tl;DR: McCree isn't the country hick we make him out to be and is definately capable of standing as Hanzo's equal. He has compassion, tact, and quick wit. And we know this thanks to Ashe. So I love her. ;P

P.S. Ashe would love her assasin brother-in-law

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At Your Command

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Furry, Anal, Public Play, Sex, Oral

It had been a week... seven days... countless hours. The Hrothgar could still feel the Roe’s touch on his golden fur. That day as he had been filled with the man’s seed, he had been in a state of lustful confusion. At the time, he’d brushed it off and decided that he would think on it no more. However, the encounter settled in the back of his mind throughout the entire week. And when each day was over, he’d leave the Cafe doors open an hour after closing... waiting for another encounter. But it never happened.

After three days, he had considered no longer trying. After five days, he’d convinced himself it had been nothing more than a lewd fantasy. On the seventh night, he promised himself he’d stop. He took a deep sigh, closed up shop, and walked all the way to the transit station. Gridania had implemented a basic transit system, carting large amounts of citizens and adventurers on chocobo drawn carriages. The day must have been particularly busy, as it was full. Well save for one seat. A seat next to none other than the roe he had seen all those days before.

He stared, wide-eyed, as his body stepped forward. All of the thoughts he’d pushed to the side came rushing forth. All the late night fantasies, the early morning daydreams, and moments of weakness in the shower... they compounded in his mind. He was so consumed by them that by the time he had come back to his senses, the carriage was on the move again and he was seated next to the roe. He dared not look him in the eye, giving the man a side long glance. The roe’s eyes were focused straight ahead, not even giving the Cafe owner any attention. Then suddenly, the roe’s eyes darted to meet his own and in panic, the Hrothgar’s gaze flew to the floor. There was a slight chuckle to his left. The Hroth’s cheeks burned in embarrassment.

The cafe owner felt something slide up his thigh and rub circles into the inner section, near his groin. He stifled a yelp and looked to the other passengers. A lot of restoration construction workers, a handful of farmers, and a mother with her baby. At the angle they were in, it would be difficult to see whatever they were doing, but with how crowded it was, if he made any sudden movements or sounds, they would be found out immediately.

He was forced to sit still as he felt the man’s hand grope and squeeze his thighs. The Hrothgar’s breath began to shake; his uniform began to feel tight on his body. The cloth of his black shorts strained as his muscles tensed. The buttons on his white shirt held on for dear life across his broad chest. His face felt warm. His eyes began to dart around in distress, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Surely someone else could hear it?

The hand moved to his cock and the cafe owner nearly gasped in shock. The fingers seemed to breathe life into his member. He shivered. It was as if every one of his prayers had been answered, but he was teetering on the edge of a disaster. There was only so much more he could suffer in silence. His grip on the edge of the bench made his claws scrape against the wood. His boots shuffled in agony. He could not suppress the grunts that slipped from his mouth. His tail twitched and curled. He felt close, closer than that day a week ago.

Right before he could decided to say to hell with it and give in to his desires, the carriage stopped and he widened eyes he hadn’t been aware he was in the midst of closing. It was his stop. He swiftly got up and walked off the transit, noticing the man to his right, a well built Hyur, turn his head to the side, blushing. Had he seen? Did he know? The paranoia in his heart carried him to the street and towards his apartment. He hadn’t even realized he’d forgotten all about the roe until he was pressing the keys into his door. Which is when something pressed hard against his back.

He turned swiftly, only for his lips to be caught in a gentle but demanding kiss. It wasn’t suddle, it demanded his submission and as weak as his body felt, he couldn’t have resisted if he tried. He didn’t. He gave in, let the powerful man take him, the flow wash over him. Somewhere in his ecstasy, the key had been turned, the door had been closed, and his body found itself on the bed. He backed up to the headboard as the Roe, dressed impeccably as before, stood before him.

“Undress me.”

It wasn’t a question, and he wasn’t inclined to treat it like it was. The Hrothgar  scrambled back to the edge of the bed and stumbled off, moving to loosen the tie and remove his jacket. He took care to place them on the hangers in his room. He was... afraid? Excited? Confused? All of these things and more. But the strongest feeling was lust. He moved to follow suit with the pants to reveal silk briefs. The Hrothgar peeled them back and marveled at the cock beneath. He took the chance to look over at the Roe’s swollen chest; tatted, pale skin, and eyes that burned into his memory.

“I��ve watched you, cat. Seen how much you wanted me. Waited for me. I told you I would return, but you just couldn’t help yourself. So... desperate. I like it.” The Roe’s voice was... soft, in a way that hid something dangerous. And he was indeed dangerous.

“Rudo, sir. My name is Rudo.” The cafe owner whispered.

“I know that. I know that and so much more. Right now, there is something more important to deal with. Wouldn’t you agree?” The roe teased. The Hrothgar nodded, and took him in his mouth.

It grew in Rudo’s maw, caressing the roe’s cock with his tongue. He teased the head and used his free hands to play with the swollen balls swinging by his jaw. He was rewarded with the roe’s hands running through his mane and giving him a slight tug. He hummed in approval, and the man took the cue to fuck Rudo’s face. The Hrothgar could feel himself grow as he was used by the powerful stranger.

Rudo was lifted onto the bed, his back to the covers. There was a lack of urgency that was so present the first time as the cafe owner was worked open by the Roe’s fingers. It was slow, torturous, and felt like forever before skillful touch was replaced by his cock head. In an instant, his hole was filled with the man’s meat. The brutal pace of the man’s fucking drove the breath from Rudo’s body.

“Sir! Ah! Sir, it feels so good!” Rudo was beside himself with pleasure. His loud chants turned into desperate whimpers as his ass was drilled relentlessly. It took mere moments before his own wildly bouncing cock let loose, spilling all over his own chest and face. Two violent thrusts, and the roe wasn’t far behind, roaring like a beast securing its kill. The next few moments filled the room with heavy breathing and panting.

Rudo closed his eyes waiting for the receding steps of the stranger. What he did not expect to hear, however, was them returning. He opened his eyes to see the man strut over with a damp cloth. He cleaned himself and then proceeded to clean Rudo.

“Sir?..”

“You will refer to me as Mr. Crook. We have business to discuss in the morning, so the Cafe will be closed for the day. I have plans for it. A nice... bathhouse.” The roe moved Rudo over and tucked him in. In that moment, Rudo realized just how much bigger than him Mr. Crook really was. The man was an entire two heads taller and his muscles made him much bulkier. 

“Yes Sir.” There was something going on that he wasn’t entirely sure of, but Rudo was in too much of a sexual haze to do much but burrow in and pass out.

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Cruel to be Kind: Chapter 1

The tension in the land of Hyrule crept into every nook and cranny like a fog. There was no escape from it, save death. In the city surrounding the palace, sentry marched the homes around the clock. The tiny faces poking through the window were filled with fear and sadness; the soldiers' hearts drowned in sorrow and regret as they passed by to enforce a law they no longer believed in. Inside the palace, things were considerably worse.

Servants were on edge, afraid of being thrown in the dungeon. Guards stood on watch, tired from days of watch with no relief. The strategy room was chaos as it's once benevolent ruler stood amongst the conscription documents. Her blond hair was frayed from days of no sleep, dress worn and tattered, eyes red. A violent slap sent the papers flying.

"None of them?! We've scoured the lands to find him, and he's nowhere to be found!" Her gaze roamed the room, landing on her adviser. The frail man, startled from the outburst, ran a hand through his chestnut hair and took a calming breath.

"I-I am s-sure we can find him if w-we maybe tried to reconnect with the other nations and-"

"No!" The princess snapped, "They are very ones hiding Ganon from me. I will find them and stop this nightmare before it starts. This endless cycle must break, and it will end with us!"

"P-princess Zelda, it merely s-stands to reason that if the Hero isn't within our b-b-borders, he is elsewhere. But with the way we have isolated ourselves, w-we can't-"

"What's your name?" She interrupted.

The advisor hesitated, "I'm sorry?"

"I asked, what is your name," her voice was now calm as approached the man.

"Enrick, m-malady," he lowered his gaze to the floor to avoid hers.

"Dear Enrick, do you know what happened to the last man before you?"

He swallowed hard. He did know, more so than anyone else. His father had been the advisor for years, faithfully sending letters to his son, the only family left to him. When the letters stopped, he knew something was wrong. The rumors flew about what happened to those that displeased Princess Zelda. The dungeon was the most believable, and the most likely.

"It would not do you well to feel for the enemy. They are harboring our destruction, and I promise they care very little for you," She hissed, "Atlas!"

A hulking giant of a guard moved into view. He'd been so still before he had believed him to be a statue.

"Advisor Enrick, this is Atlas. He's fought on the frontlines in our war against the Gerudo. He is deft with a blade and his hands. He will be making sure that you are efficient at your duties, and that you stay the course without distractions."

Zelda turned and walked to the entrance. She halted at the doorway and looked back, "Find the Hero or I will find someone who can."

Enrick was left with the collosus in steel armor. Atlas moved to the door and stood in front of it, barring the entrance to the hall. Left with no other choice, Enrick studied the map again, trying to find some clue that might lead the their elusive "savior."

***

The winds sang a different tune in another land. Far from the dread of Hyrule Castle, two young men from different worlds were on a diligent and arduous task.

The forest was quiet aside from the rustle of the animals. The foxes crept around the ground to avoid their pursuers. They perked their ears and scoped the surroundings. When all seemed quiet, the first of the amber fur emerged from hiding. A second later, a swift arrow embedded into the tree beside the creature, and the entire skulk scattered.

"Goddess, we almost had it!" A wailing voice from the brush cried. A young man of tanned skin and blond hair huffed as he revealed himself. Not too far away, another taller one with desert-kissed complexion side-stepped the tree he was behind and leveled the blond one with a look.

"You should have waited until you could see it better. For all you knew, it could have been my hair you'd seen," He drawled.

"It was one time, Gan!" He yelled, "I said I was sorry already." The youth pouted.

Ganondorf smiled at his friend as he walked over and patted him on the head, "And I have forgiven you, Link. I just wouldn't like a repeat."

Link smirked as the clicked his bow into it's harness, "Well we've definitely scared them off now, should we head back home?"

"Yes, Twinrova will wonder what took us so long. She has far more faith in your skills than they warrant," Ganondorf chuckled. Link leered at him.

"Just cause you're better at magic and swords than me doesn't mean I'm terrible. I can notch an arrow in seconds, and I can build tons of stuff," Link bragged.

"Is that so?"

"Yep, plus I'm faster than you too!" Link chirped as he took off in a sprint. Sighing, Ganondorf followed after him. Link's smaller frame and agile footwork made him an excellent hunter, if he would only exercise patience. As it was, Ganondorf could only barely keep his friend in view. He was not made to be lithe and evasive, and his larger frame and flame colored hair didn't suit him for that kind of style anyways. He had other methods.

Channeling his mystic aura, Ganondorf released a surge of frost at the ground where Link was set to land. True to form, Link wasn't paying attention and slipped on the ice.

A minute later, Ganondorf caught up and was greeted by a vicious stare. To his credit, Gan didn't laugh and offered his hand. After a few sparce moments, Link accepted the help and was lifted onto Ganomdorf's back.

Link smiled. When they were much younger, Link's father would always carry him everywhere he went. As he aged, Ganondorf would tote him around everywhere. He would always claim it was because it helped him become stronger, but in truth he just hated being alone. But they had each other and for what it was worth, Ganondorf didn't so much mind having Link around. Sure he could be a bit rash, but he wasn't a bad guy. He was simply eager to learn and explore.

Ganondorf still remembered the first bomb Link made. He was 12 and just gotten his first batch of bomb seeds. He spent three straight days tinkering in his workshop until he came back out with a tiny metal mouse. He had looked up some old Goron schematics and dubbed it the "Bombchu". It took weeks before Twinrova or Galand would let Link use bomb seeds again after the field test.

Ganondorf made it to the clearing. Twinrova and Galand had wanted space to prepare Link's birthday supper. As he looked at the faces of both of them, however, he was concerned. They looked... guilty, as if they were ruffians caught by the guards. Link hopped down and gave both of them a questionable look with a raised brow. Link had a habit of only talking to Ganondorf and his father. Anyone else and it was immediate silence. None of them knew why, and he would always shut down when he asked.

Galand sighed, "Boys, we need to talk."

Link and Ganondorf shared a confused look and followed the sage and the blacksmith inside their humble home. There was a pit in their stomachs. Something was about to change. What, neither could say, but they weren't about to like it.

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Sorry to anyone who was diligently waiting on my return, especially those waiting for me to start Cruel to be Kind. (I am renaming that.) But it's been hectic with working 40+ hours, doing course work (or not) and sleeping (or not). I promise that I will soon begin again in working towards making content for everyone to enjoy.

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To the Rescue

Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Mchanzo Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: Superhero AU (Day 2) Warning: Angst

A/N: Sorry, it’s what I do best. Sorry for being late

Since he was a small child, Jesse McCree loved to watch the Gibraltar news reports of the superheroes going out to save the day. Seeing his favorite heroes like Striker 76, Lionheart, and Angel go out into battle to save innocent lives was inspiring. He dreamed of one day getting the chance to fight side by side with them, but he knew it would never be. You had to have powers, and he was nothing like them. Didn’t quench the fire burning in him to do good, though.

Jesse joined the police force and put his shooting skills to the test. He made first response and excelled. No one could match Jesse when it came to the gun. He never missed if he could see you. Some of the guys on the force joked that he was a Super himself. They even gave him his own name: Deadeye.

Jesse complained and said it sounded more like a crook than a hero. Secretly, he loved it. Captain Reyes agreed, and whenever he used the dispatch, his boss never failed to joke around about it either. Here, he felt at home. He truly felt like he was where he needed to be… but something was missing. He couldn’t understand what it was.

Half a year into his time on first response, he was accustomed the ins and outs of Gibraltar. The dispatch crackled as the word came out.

“We have a robbery on 6th and Hanamura Avenue, Payload Industries. All patrols, converge on the site. I repeat…” Jesse drowned out the sound of Orisa dispatch interface. Putting the lights on so he could avoid traffic, Jesse made for the destination.

When he arrived, there were two visible figures among what appeared to be hostages. One was a Hispanic woman in a purple jacket and leggings. He’d read up on her, Sombra was an elite hacker, and with her powers she could control anyone. The other man was new, though. Asian, by the look of it, with black hair, rugged features, blue attire with an asymmetrical chest cut, and a bow.

Jesse looked to his hostage negotiator, Lucio, who looked like he was about at wits end. The poor thing was new, just into his second week, and while he was good in normal circumstances, Supers were a whole other breed. This was his first time with them too. Jesse patted him on the back.

“What’s going on here, partner?” Jesse quipped. Lucio looked close to tears when he turned to face Jesse.

“Deadeye, she’s impossible! I’ve tried everything, and she just tosses it around and leaves me all tongue tied. Nearest Super is 20 min away, but she’s gonna set her hound on them in the next 10. I don’t like it,” the man whined.

“Now I don’t think Hana would like hearing about you getting tongue tied by another woman,” Jesse joked, “so let’s see if we can wrap this up before time’s up.”

Lucio’s dark skin grew heated, “Yeah, okay. There’s a roof entrance accessible by ladder, you can sneak in and get them that way.”

“Gotcha, keep Sombra busy while I head in. If I can get rid of the muscle, we should be fine,” Jesse took off in the direction of the building, avoiding the glass walls on the second floor.

Jesse got in easily enough. The building was three floors high, so he needed to head to the stairs and wait for the signal from Lucio. He saw terrified employees on his way through, innocent people waiting to be saved. All he could do was give them a fighting chance till a Super would show up.

He made it to the stairway door and tested the knob. It was unlocked, good. He needed it to be accessible to make this work. Jesse took a deep breath and turned the handle, gun in hand. He had not been expecting someone on the other side, but within seconds, a bow notched with an arrow was pointed in his face.

“Hey partner, now let’s just take a minute to think about what we’re…” Jesse’s words trailed as he took in the intricate Dragon tattoo on the man’s exposed left arm.

“What is your business here?” The strong Eastern accent made Jesse focus on the man in front of him again. He stared the man down, watching his stern, solid gaze for weakness.

“I reckon I take issue with that question,” Jesse laughed, “seeing as how you’re the one not meant to be here.”

The archer’s eye twitched in annoyance, “I will play no games with a cop. State your business or die.”

“But we were getting to know each other so well,” Jesse poked, hoping for a response.

“No we were not.”

“But we could, if you wanted,” Jesse gave the man a winning smile. He watched the man’s brow furrow for a momemt.

Jesse coughed, “Let’s start with names. The name’s… uhhh… well most just call me Deadeye.”

The eyes narrowed, as if looking for a trick. After a tense moment, the reply came.

“Stormbow.”

“Well, sounds nice and tough if you ask me,” Jesse eyed the tattoo again, “What’s with that on your arm?”

“Why do you care?” Stormbow questioned. He was getting suspicious. His gaze turned to a clock on the wall. He needed to hold out for a few more moments. He needed a bold move.

He relaxed his grip on his gun and pocketed it in his holster. He held his hands up a took a step forward. Stormbow backed into the wall.

“Come on, I’m sure your girlfriend down there is nice, but a friend couldn’t kill ya, right?” Jesse mused.

“She is… we a have strictly professional relationship,” the man corrected. Jesse would deny that his heart did a flip when he heard that. He had assumed they were a power couple. It wasn’t uncommon. Why was he so happy to hear that…?

Jesse through caution to the wind and took a few more steps until he was right in front of Stormbow, “Well maybe we can have one a little more… off the books?”

Stormbow turned a shade of red that was completed confusing to Jesse until he went over what he’d said. His cheeks burned as he tried to back track his words.

“I mean, not like that! Not that there’s anything wrong with that at all, I mean I just don’t know you well enough! You’re probably a great guy and all but I just got away from a bad break up and I’m in no position to-”

“Storm, we need to go, did you get…” the voice, belonging to none other than Sombra, trailed as it looked up at Jesse. Immediately, her eyes went wide and she threw up her hands, glowing a dark purple.

Jesse suddenly found himself on the floor in a crumpled mess. He couldn’t move his limbs at all. Sombra must have hacked him! He struggled to move but failed again and again.

“I’ve got you in my sights!” The call denoted the arrival of Striker 76. Stormbow and Sombra whipped around and the man himself was at the door to the second floor steps. Sombra cursed.

“Mission failed, we need to go. Say goodbye to you friend,” she snarled as she typed into the holopads she created.

“He is no friend of mine,” Stormbow snapped. He did, however, look back at Jesse with a look of confusion.

“Whatever, translocating,” and with that they disappeared. Seconds later, Strike 76 appeared. Jesse craned his neck to look up at him

“Does this wear off or am I stuck like this?”

Jesse started running into the pair all over the place. And each time, he would run into Stormbow again and again. He had to admit it was something he looked forward to. Jesse was man enough to admit he was smitten with the man. Just a crush, though, nothing more. It wasn’t like anything was gonna come out of it.

Each time they talked, he learned a little more about the man. Like that he loved seafood and cheese, that he had recently discovered jazz and was quite fond of it, and that he’d been trained in archery since he was a child. Each time, Jesse fell for Stormbow harder and harder.

It got to the point that at the last time they had a run in, Jesse had yelled dinner reservations at the archer as he sped away. He’d received no confirmation about if Stormbow would even be there, but he made the reservations anyways. His friend’s mother, Ana Amari, owned a four star Egyptian cuisine restaurant that he convinced her to get them a table at instead of waiting weeks for the reservation.

Jesse made the reservation under Deadeye since he hadn’t given Stormbow his actual name. He was smitten, not an idiot; he still had his gun on him. It was the longest hour of his life. So many feelings went through him, from anxiety to fear, disappointment to embarrassment.

When we was all but ready to call it a night with he head in his hands, Jesse heard a chair being pulled back. He looked up to see the refined archer in all his formal attire. Jesse had never been a man to have a particular interest in a man in a suit, but the one before him truly made him reconsider it.

“You came…” Jesse was not a fan of how surprised and afraid he sounded in that moment.

“You made it sound so important, I decided to see what this was about,” Stormbow quipped back. The familiar banter helped ease Jesse’s nerves.

“Well, I guess you could say that, but it’s not really-”

“Ah, so I was right then. Good,” The Asian pulled a wicked smile and Jesse’s face turned beet red, “So Deadeye, tell me-”

“Actually, it’s Jesse,” he hadn’t meant to go there, but some part of him wanted this to feel real and Deadeye was a joke. Stormbow laughed.

“Hanzo. So Jesse, tell me,” his ears burned and the sound of his name coming from Stor- from Hanzo. He could get drunk off the sound alone, “what is it that you want? Info on my partner? Her powers? My cooperation in a takedown on her?”

Jesse’s eyes widened, “No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to get to know you a little better… see where things go. I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression from what I was looking for here.”

Hanzo didn’t move, didn’t speak. Thankfully, the waitress saved him from embarrassing himself further by ordering wine and some appetizers. When she left, he turned back to Hanzo to see a face of stone. Jesse panicked inside. What had he done? Was this a mistake? Maybe he should go?

“I can leave if you-” he made to rise and leave the building but Hanzo stopped him with this hand.

“I am not opposed to getting to know you,” he started.

“Good,” Jesse breathed, taking his seat again, “cause I wanna know all about you.”

They spoke on many things. Hanzo would laugh when he told a joke, and Jesse would let Hanzo try what he ordered since Hanzo wasn’t as familiar with Egyptian food.

Halfway through, a storm kicked up and Hanzo excused himself to the bathroom. As soon as Hanzo turned the corner, Jesse broke out in a sweat. He was hooked. Everything about Hanzo made him desire the man more and more. He was obsessed. He wanted the chance to really know who he was.

After several minutes had passed, Jesse got up himself and went to check the bathroom to make sure Hanzo was okay. When he found the restroom to be empty, Jesse became immediately concerned. He found Ana in the kitchen and asked if she had seen anything. She shook her head and said to check the upstairs hall before the doorway too the roof.

Jesse hopped up toward the roof and came to the door. He put his ear to the door and listened for words. Maybe Hanzo was making a long phone call, or maybe he was just as nervous as Jesse was. He could pick up distant yelling.

“What are you doing,?” It was Sombra… Jesse’s heart skipped a beat in panic.

“I never wanted this! I did not ask to be here with him,” It was Hanzo, and what he was saying… Jesse was close to tears. He really was stupid if he thought this would work.

He kicked the door in and pointed his gun at Stormbow, “Sorry, didn’t realize I was that bad of a date.”

“Jesse…” Stormbow took a step forward but Jesse fired a warning shot into the ground in front of him.

“Don’t you dare!!” He lost it, “so what was it, huh? Bad conversation, poor food, or was I just a side piece till the main course came back around?”

“Jesse, please, let me-” the archer tried again, but another warning shot fired closer to him.

“It was from the start, right? All the talking and back and forth was a lie, right?” Jesse couldn’t tell if it his blurred vision was from the rain or the tears, but his heart snapping in two definitely felt like it was the tears.

Sombra laughed, “What, you thought you would make him fall in love with you, make him leave everything behind to be with you and you both would love in peace? How small minded. Stormbow, kill him and let’s go. I’ve had enough of this.”

“No one moved, Jesse pointed his gun at Stormbow’s head, waiting for him to make a move. Slowly, he notched an arrow onto his bow.

"Jesse, please understand…”

“Understand what, that you made a fool of me? Did you get a good laugh? Did it make you feel like you were a man? I’m done talking, I don’t wanna hear anything you got to say. You make me sick,” with each word, Jesse’s voice began to break. He was all but sobbing. He was worth less than nothing foretting the enemy use him like this. He was more angry with himself than anyone else.

Stormbow didn’t make a move to shoot. He turned to Sombra, “No.”

Sombra whipped around at him, “What was that?”

“I refuse. I will not take his life, I will not make the same mistake twice. We will go and-”

“No, you will do as I say and get rid of him, he knows too much. My operation will not fall because of some cliche romance,” Sombra snapped.

“I said-”

“No I SAID he dies!” Sombra ensnared Jesse in her hack. The cop glowed a sickly purple as he dropped his gun to the floor. He felt as if he had to retch.

Stormbow made as if to shoot Sombra, but she was one step ahead of him. She pulled her own gun from her side and aimed at Jesse. Stormbow hesitated.

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Sombra cackled. She made Jesse wall to the end of the building. He stood, overlooking the busy street below.

“Now, let’s have some fun, since you don’t seem to understand who’s in charge here." She released Jesse from her control. He turned to see Stormbow glowing a sickly purple, bow drawn at him.

The first one launched, embedding itself right into the crook of his elbow. Jesse hollered in pain while Sombra laughed.

"Stop this!” Stormbow yelled.

“I can. But you have to ask me to kill him. Otherwise, I’ll turn him into a cowboy pin cushion,” Another arrow went into his shoulder. Jesse buckled down onto his knees. His vision was hazy. He couldn’t feel his arm at all.

Another hit his thigh, and a fourth one punctured a lung. He was all but dead on his feet. Jesse was a mess of tears and blood being cleansed in the rain.

“Just, may I have a moment? Please, I wish to say goodbye,” Stormbow pleaded.

“Sure thing, cabrón. Hurry it up.” She walked Stormbow over to Jesse, who lay there on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I am forever sorry, I never intended to hurt you. I merely deluded myself into thinking I could have something I always wanted,“ Jesse turned his head and looked deep into Hanzo’s eyes. He could feel something just beneath the surface.

"Huh, what’s that?” Jesse coughed.

“Happiness,” tears fell from Hanzo’s eyes and he brought himself down to kiss Jesse. It was sad, as if two long lost lovers were saying goodbye once more. Jesse sighed into the kiss and reached to hold Hanzo’s hand. The sound of the rain seemed to stop as he lost himself in were his final moments.

He felt something enter his grip and looked down. It was his gun! Jesse barely had enough time to think before Hanzo whispered in his ear “Shoot me.”

Whatever was beneath Hanzo’s skin started to roar, to Jesse it felt like the world was shaking.

“Do you feel that?” Jesse sputtered.

“Do not worry, it is of little consequence. Just do what you know you must,” Hanzo smiled as he squeezed Jesse’s hand.

He could feel in inside him, begging to burst free. He needed to let it free.

Jesse leaned leaned up into Hanzo’s face, “Let the dragon consume.”

Hanzo looked at him in shock. Jesse shook his head. Where had that come from? But his hand burned with raw energy. It wanted out.

“I’ll point and shoot, you just say the words,” Jesse coughed.

“They speak through you, with you…” Hanzo closed his eyes. When he opened them, he had a look of determination, “Very well.”

Jesse gripped the gun and with what little strength he had left, aimed the barrel at Sombra.

“Now Hanzo!” Jesse screamed.

“Ryuga Waga Teki No Kurau!”

Electric power rushed through his entire body, traveling through him all the way out through the barrel of the gun. Jesse pulled the trigger, but no bullet came out. Instead, a dragon the size of a baseball sped out of the pistol. It moved so fast, one would mistake it for lightning. It hit Sombra dead in the chest, causing her to stumble back in agony.

Hanzo took the distraction, took Jesse in his arms, and ran for the hallway. Jesse faded in and out of consciousness. He remembered seeing Ana and her scream. The police and ambulance carrying him into the van. Hanzo praying ‘please do not leave me, please, not when I am finally ready to be happy again.’

When he fully awoke, he was in a hospital bed. He looked over to see Hanzo passed out beside him. His fingers were intertwined with his. Jesse smiled as he felt sleep try to take him once more. He whispered to Hanzo in his sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna be right here, with you. Always.”

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Starry Eyed

Rating: Teens and Up Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Mchanzo Prompt: An old crush of mine used to walk me home from work and tell me about the stars the way his late father used to. Warnings: Angst but also comfort.

Hanzo stood on the balcony of the safe house in the mountains. The cool breeze was gentle on his neck, the sensation occasionally broken by the kiss of his silk hair tie dancing in the wind. He never minded losing sleep to stay up late and watch the stars in silence. However, as he leaned on the railing and took a deep breath of brisk air, he couldn’t ignore the slight tug at his chest. More that wanting to be alone, he wanted to be with the boy who had first shown him the stars.

A young lad who had been a friend of the Shimada family, Makoto Kirijo always accompanied his father when there was business to be handled by their parents. Hanzo and Kirijo would sneak out to the balcony overlooking the sakura blossoms and Kirijo would name every star and constellation. The look in his eyes…

Hanzo was snapped from his reverie by footsteps from the doorway. He turned his gaze to see his partner in the mission standing with a half-glazed look in his eyes. The man scratched his exposed chest, the scratch of this nails on his hairy pecs distracting Hanzo. He pulled his eyes from wandering down to the untied sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and looked into the man’s face. Which looked to be waiting for an answer.

“I am sorry?” Hanzo sputtered, scrambling for composure.

“I asked are you alright? You’re crying and staring up at the sky like it’s got something for ya,” His southern drawl caused Hanzo to blink once or twice before putting two and two together. He reached for his face and indeed felt the culprit tears that had exposed him.

“It is nothing, I am sorry to have worried you,” Hanzo turned around and stared at the night sky again, “Please, rest.”

The man, McCree( as Hanzo could now recall his name instead of his body curves) took a few steps forward, “Looking at the stars reminds me of home too, Han. The ranch my momma ran had large open fields, and I’d take Maple out for a ride all the way the grass and watch the stars for hours. Simpler times back then.”

Hanzo took a small breath, “It was not so simple for me. I did not know the beauty of the stars until someone showed them to me,” He felt the tugs come back, “In times of uncertainty or regret, they remind me that I was not always simply a cog in someone else’s design, but just a fool who didn’t know how to speak his feelings.”

“Well, sometimes you still need work on that one,” McCree chuckled. He took another step forward.

“He… he lived for the stars. They were all he thought about, all he could see. They were his entire world,” Hanzo’s breath caught in his throat. He remembered listening to Kirijo sing the stars’ praises. He wanted to know everything there was to know about them, and why whenever he asked his father where his mother went, he would point to them. Kirijo wanted so much in this world.

Hanzo had wanted something else. The pound in his chest all those years ago and the way he took Kirijo’s breath away with a single kiss and gave him the one he had been holding all along.

“What happened to him? Did finally get his stars?” The words were almost lost to him as he remembered the look of happiness in Kirijo’s face when he pulled back. Like Hanzo was brighter than any star in the sky, and how he dove in to drink in every ounce of his friend for the rest of the night. How, years later, Hanzo had been ready to declare his love for his closest friend only to find Kirijo had been betrothed to another, a woman of striking beauty and high status ready to give him the heirs his family so desperately needed.

He stood at his friend’s wedding day twice. The first when he never showed, taken flight in the night with naught but a note to his lover that without him, the stars meant nothing anymore. The second when the wife’s family found him and made sure he could never gaze at the stars again. Hanzo had to guide him to the alter and help him home with his new wife, who couldn’t have been less sympathetic to the pair.

Hands slipped around Hanzo’s chest as he was wrapped in an embrace from McCree, bringing him back to the present. There were streaks down his face where tears had rained down like a storm. He turned to face the man and looked into his eyes. He saw so much of Kirijo in him. He felt his passion, his sympathy, and something Hanzo absolutely refuse to label as love but had no other word for. Seconds before his composure broke, Hanzo’s lips were taken by McCree.

Hanzo’s eyes widened and his mouth opened, McCree closing the distance. A small part of Hanzo’s mind remained to make sense of the situation while the rest berated him for wearing a night shirt and missing the skin on skin touch he suddenly, desperately desired.

When he drew back, Hanzo looked again into McCree’s eyes. He saw the same look Kirijo had given him when they were young and thought the world was theirs to have. McCree had a gaze as if Hanzo was the moon itself. And while there was a part of him that he felt would always ache for what never was, he felt he could maybe start to look for something new…

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The Same Old Same Old

Prompt: Early Blackwatch mission/ McHanzo. It wasn't unusual for Blackwatch to go undercover. That was the name of the game for them, to do and go where Overwatch's glistening image couldn't. It had gotten so typical that when Jesse's commanding officer walked in with a seething glare to inform him of their next objective, he merely nodded and continued to polish his prized six-shot, Peacekeeper. Gabriel Reyes stomped around and ranted about how much he hated being strong-armed into taking these missions, especially since he had been tasked to oversee it himself. However, the blush that crept up into his face when asked about the weird limp in his walk assured Jesse that Reyes' conversation with Strike Commander Morrison had gone a little differently than he was letting on. Still, he had no room to talk; every man has his vices. Reyes just took his a little harder than most. A week later, they were flying over the outer fields of Hanamura to deal with a hostage situation. One of the two sons of the respected Shimada yazuka boss had been taken a few days ago and negotiations would take place between the two so that a safe trade could be done. On the surface, Reyes and Jesse were just there to make sure there was no violence and that the negotiations were followed through by all parties. But behind the scenes, things got more complicated. Intel on the rivals to the Shimada, the Yokenma, had discovered that they intended to used the opportunity to take out various notable opponents of the Shimada clan. To avoid all out war and chaos, Reyes would act as the liaison between the two factions while Jesse was to infiltrate and retrieve the hostage from the Yokenma. This would allow them to denounce the Yokenma and shame them, destroying them entirely. Jesse didn't really get that part, since to him honor didn't mean much else but glorified death. But it wasn't his place to judge and he had his orders. He waited at a bar known as the Cock and Puss for his informant. The decorative plaque of a cat chasing a rooster looked a touch off to him, but he shrugged it off. It took but two minutes before he spotted the one in question. The white and orange garb was a dead giveaway. Jesse payed his tab and sauntered over to the arcade across the open street. Even though he was dressed in dark leathers and a cowboy hat, Jesse managed not to stand out from the other young 20 somethings inside the building. He was among his own kind. He relaxed and headed towards his man. He didn't get far before the guy in question took notice. The green haired teen looked him up and down once before beckoning him over. Immediately, Jesse was grabbed and dragged to what he assumed were the bathrooms. The stall was swung open and the guy pushed Jesse on the toilet. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and slapped a device on the wall of the stall. Within moments, the room was filled with the most lewd and profane sounds he'd ever heard. Before Jesse could protest, the guy clamped his mouth shut. He leaned in close to his ears and whispered "We do not have much time, and you need to know what you are to do to free my brother," the teen quipped, "Nod is you understand." Jesse nodded. "Good. And do not worry, this is common practice for me, no one will believe you are anything but another of my playthings," Jesse's eyes grew wide in spite of himself. This was common!? "My brother is being kept in the Yokenma warehouse at the docks. They are expecting a delivery today before the hearing. You will make the delivery and then sneak inside the building. He should be lightly guarded, as tradition dictates we are not to do anything about my brother. He will accompany you to the Cock and Puss. It was a room above the bar, you two will find me there." Jesse nodded and the teen let him go. After they properly debauched their appearances enough to make the cover story work, they moved to leave the stall. However, the teen placed his hand on Jesse's shoulder. "Please save him. The Yokenma have never been this aggressive. I fear they may hurt him." Having now recovered from the shock of the moment, Jesse found his voice, "You can count on me, partner." Jesse took his leave first and walked back to the Cock and Puss. His package was waiting on him to deliver. The walk was only a few miles until he found the pier. Just like the brother had said, there were only six guards on post. Perfect for Peacekeeper. Jesse strolled up to the building and presented the parcel. The guards pointed him around back and signed off on the delivery. Jesse trotted to the back drew his pistol. He took a deep breath, he'd only get one shot at this... Jesse kicked the door down and fired off two rounds into the nearest men. They dropped and Jesse hoofed it to the the crates in the front. Sure enough, there were two men standing by whom Jesse had to assume was the captured Shimada brother. Jesse rushed one with his shoulder and grabbed the Shimada by the arm, dragging him to safety. The Shimada was freed after a boot knife to his restraints. He massaged his wrists and looked at Jesse with a look that was hard to read. Before he could ask what was up, gunshots over head alerted him to their presence. "We are dead. There is no time left," Shimada whispered. He sounded strangely calm. "I reckon we got more time than you think," Jesse huffed. It was a gamble, but he knew how to win this. Deadeye hadn't failed him yet, "It's only high noon!" Jesse rolled into the opening and rapid fired on the entire room. He nailed every target without fail. Taking a deep breath, Jesse turned around and grabbed the man by his arm. "Come on, we gotta get back to the Cock and Puss before-" The recoil of the Deadeye augmentation hit him harder and faster than he was used to. His grip failed and he stumbled to the floor, head in his hands. The white noise and static vision was creeping even faster than he realized. He tried to tell the guy but he couldn't even hear himself at that point. He could only collapse to the ground and pass out as the pain took him under. Jesse awoke quite some time later. He was in bed, dressed down to his boxers. The pain was long gone and the tightness in his body was nowhere to be found. Looking over to the side, he could see the elder brother. He was staring out the window, his silken, raven hair raising from the breeze drifting in. "I guess I have you to thank for getting me dressed like this," Jesse cbuckled, "Thanks, though I'm hoping we kept my decency." The brother whipped around, face flushed red, "Of course, I would do no such thing!" Jesse raised his hands to placate him, "It's fine. It'd be my fault anyways. Just learned that trick a while back. Still working out the kinks," Jesse gave the room a once over, "Where's your brother?" The guy made a face, "He is somewhere getting you food. We are to stay here until your commanding officer gets back." "And he left an angel watching over me. I believe I owe him one," the gunman joked. "D-do not call me that!" If his face could get redder, Jesse wouldn't believe it. "Well a name helps, usually," Jesse remarked, stretching. "Hanzo." "Pretty. Hey can you come here for a second? I need a bit of help," Jesse waved him over. Hanzo walked over to the head of the bed cautiously, as if approaching a dead corspe. Once he was close enough, Jesse grabbed him and tugged him onto the bed. Hanzo was wide-eyed, hands against Jesse's chest. He wasn't pushing him away, however, and Jesse decided to take initiative. The kiss was pure impulse. Seeing Hanzo's flushed face and stammering nervousness had done something to his control. But he kept the kiss light in case Hanzo needed an out. But when his hands started to wander and explore his bare chest, Jesse took a hint along with whatever else Hanzo was willing to give. Jesse moaned as the light brushes started to chip away at his resolve not to take Hanzo in that bed. He tried to list the reasonshe shouldn't, but Hanzo's technique was killing the words in his head one by one. By the time it was empty, Jesse was all but ready to give Hanzo every last inch he had. But as soon as he could think to ask, the door swung open. Both heads turned to see Reyes and Hanzo's brother in the doorway. The brother's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Brother!! You sly fox!! No wonder you made me get the food!!" "God Damn it Jesse!!!" (This one got away from me for a bit, lol)

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Fire and Ice

Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Mchanzo Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: Day||Night (Both) Warning: Fluff... so much fluff A/N: I apologize in advance. The sunrise was one of the most beautiful things in the world to Jesse McCree. It was more than the colors in the sky, the sun taking it's place in the sky, or the birds and insects making the morning sing. It was the chance to start again, to start anew. To take all the pain of the day before and wipe it clean from the mind. Jesse stood on the balcony of the base of Gibraltar, overlooking the vast expanse of the world around him. The mountains, rolling hills, and gentle clouds painted the most beautiful picture when bathed in the sun's rays. No matter how many times he saw it, it would always feel so... enchanting. "Is there a reason you were absent from last night's briefing?" The thick Eastern accent turned Jesse from the scenery to the gruff and discontent archer standing behind him. The morning light really did give everything a certain glow, "The ape was not pleased in the least." "Sorry, Hanzo, but night ain't really my style, that's the time a man aught to be resting for the day ahead," Jesse sauntered up the the man and looked him dead in the eyes. Hanzo didn't flinch or look away, stared right back. That's what Jesse liked about this one; he gave just as good as he got. "If you miss another one, you will not wake again," Hanzo huffed, folding his arms over his chest. Jesse's heart melted. He tiped his hat back and placed a light kiss on the archer's lips. "Awe, you worried about me? I didn't know you cared," Jesse chuckled. He pulled a puppy dog look and hooked his arms around Hanzo's neck. He could see the archer lose his composure little by little until he was forced to smile. "If you must question it, then I have done something wrong," Hanzo laughed. The way it rumbled from his gut and danced in his chest before it sprung from his lips was hypnotic. Ever since the first time he heard it, he knew it was magical. It was meant to be heard as often as he was privileged to be there to experience it. "Just making sure, darlin'. You know I have a hard time believing this ain't a dream," Jesse whispered. "I assure you I am real. After these past two years, I would hope you would have come to terms with it like I have," the archer unfolded his arms and cupped Jesse's face. "Even if you're not, I don't mind it much. Best dream I ever had," he quipped. "Now you are just being absurd," Hanzo dropped his hands and made for the door back inside, "Let us go to breakfast. We only have an hour before it is over." Jesse turned and gazed at the sun one last time. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box he'd been carrying since he'd picked it up last night. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and watched the diamonds sparkle in the sunrise, the interwoven dragon design on the band holding them in place. He was ready for his own sunrise, to put the life he had before behind him and make a new start. Jesse pocketed the box and ran after Hanzo to catch up before he got left. There were so many stars in the sky. Each with their own story, their own wish that someone had made on them. Small prayers to some unknown force in hopes that someone was listening. Hanzo Shimada could count all the ones he had made to them. 'Give me the strength to seek forgiveness' 'Carry my feet forward, don't let them turn back now' 'Don't drive him away, don't let my past ruin my future' 'Bring him home, don't take him from me now' The moon was full on this night. It was bright against the dark sky, illuminating the silence of the late atmosphere. Hanzo always took this time alone to think about all the things he never had the time to during the day. He appreciated the world of the night, and how beautiful the simplicity of it all could be. In his hands was the serape of the man he loved. He smiled as he hugged it close to his chest. It had been years since the morning Hanzo had given his life to him. The ring hung from the silver necklace around his neck. He loved it the moment laid eyes on it. He'll never admit it, but he did cry when Jesse proposed. "Hey," came a voice from the interior of the simple brick home. "Yes?" Hanzo turned and raised an eyebrow. "You know Robin and Joey can't sleep without that," Hanzo's husband pointed at the serape in his hands, "And I can't sleep without you. When are you comin' to bed?" "Soon, Jesse," Hanzo smiled, "The children are merely restless because my brother will be here to see them tomorrow." Jesse McCree approached Hanzo from behind and wrapped his hands around his husband. Hanzo almost purred with contentment. He would never tire of this, no matter how much he indulged in it. Hanzo grabbed Jesse by the hand and led him inside. Reflecting on the past every now and again was fine, but now he could also look forward to the end because it was only a prelude to new beginnings.

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Mix and Match - Chapter 2

Hanzo took a deep, calming breath. The turmoil in his mind was shattering his concentration. He pulled back on the string of the bow and let the arrow fly. It arched through the sky, narrowly missing an innocent sparrow as it blatantly missed it's mark. THUNK!! The head buried itself into the side of the wall by the door... right next to where McCree's face was. Hanzo raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he notched another arrow into his brow and took aim. "Well I know you aren't fond of me, but don't take my head off," Jesse quipped. Hanzo focused on the target in front of him. Once again, he missed target. He sighed and turned to address the cowboy. "You misunderstand, gunslinger," he retorted, "I am not fond of anyone. As I have not taken anyone's, you may assume you are safe for now." Jesse's eyebrows furrowed, "For now?" Hanzo rolled his eyes and notched his third arrow, "If you should give me a reason to hurt you, I will not hesitate." The archer was confused. Was his intent to dissuade further conversation not coming across as he intended? "Nice to know... I guess," McCree straightened and loaded his gun, "I came for some peace and quiet, but I guess we should discuss what to do with the little ones." Hanzo whirled on McCree, forgetting his bow was drawn. McCree instinctively made to go for his gun. He did not trust the archer. That was fine with Hanzo, he didn't trust him either. Hanzo lowered his bow. "Do not call them that. They are here with the intent and purpose of becoming our equals. Regardless of how you feel, they deserve at least that much respect," Hanzo returned his focus to the task at hand. "They aren't even old enough to drink and we wanna to arm them and send them to die? That don't sit right with me," McCree fired back. "Please, I was raised at a young age to kill before I could even write my own name. Our world is not ideal, they will be made to fight eventually," Hanzo spared his a bored glance, "from what you spoke of earlier, they already have." McCree stomped into the firing range two down from Hanzo and cocked his gun, "Forgive me if I don't consider your upbringing to be the go-to guide for a proper childhood." "You know nothing. The world that I was raised in and the one you knew are as far apart as they can be. You were a lawless group of thugs, and we were more than you could ever be," The growl in his voice grew with each word. The dragons began to growl in protest. They wanted him to stop. "That's not the point I'm tryna make here," the cowboy pressed, "I'm saying that we should make sure they know what they're getting into before throwin' 'em to the wolves." "And why do you care? They are not even under our care yet, and you do not even know them," Hanzo fired arrow after arrow. He was finally hitting the target but he could not nail the center. "I don't need a reason to be worried about someone," McCree emptied his gun, dead center each time. "They do not need a reason to kill, but they have one," Hanzo glared at his unwelcome companion, "You have no right to make decisions for them. If you do, it will not silence their emotions. They will fight." McCree whirled on Hanzo, "So what am I supposed to do, just go with this?" "Listen to them," Hanzo felt all his earlier anger subside, but it was now replaced with another feeling. One he was too familiar with: regret, "Sometimes that can be the difference between what's right and living with consequences too heavy to bare." Hanzo grabbed his bow and retrieved his arrows. He sighed and packed up his things. McCree's glare didn't go away, "I'm tryna stop them from making a mistake they'll never be able to take back." "I get the feeling you are no longer discussing the new arrivals," the robotic voice shook Hanzo's nerves and he had Stormbow in hand before he realized who it was. Zenyatta was floating beside McCree, his head tilted in innocent question. But his words had wounded both men, it was obvious from the look of open pain on McCree's face and the shame on his own. Hanzo turned on his heel and began walking, "I have no time for this. We will do our jobs regardless. We are expected in the morning to test their abilities." He didn't hear McCree call after him, nor did he notice Dr.Ziegler's look when he rushed pass her to his room. He knew it was childish, but the could not help himself. He couldn't stand the looks, the glares, the judgement. He knew it was all his fault. Fate branded him a coward, his clan banished him as a traitor, and his brother... Hanzo grabbed his canteen of drink and put it to his lips. He would forget, like he always did. Forget his weakness. Forget his pain. Forget the eyes of the cowboy who hated what he'd done in his past. Forget his reflection that felt the same. Forget... everything...

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Soooo....

Writer's block plus Overwatch means I have yet to start the next chapter of Mix and Match... but I will write little ficlets until I can get out of this creative slump....

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Mix and Match - Chapter 3

A/N: No, Hanzo did not abuse the drink. He merely enjoyed a non life threatening drink alone until he passed out. Back to the story!! The sun overhead warmed the team in the cooling breeze. Jesse spared a quick glance towards the kids. Coven was at the start of the course, book in hand. His gold and purple hooded jacket stood out against the rest of the steel grey obstacle course. Prince stood beside Hanzo, arms crossed. She looked somewhat worried, and Jesse couldn't blame her. Despite Coven's uninterested attitude, the training course was nothing to gawk at. "You sure your little friend is gonna be okay?" Jesse asked. Prince whirled on Jesse. To say she looked pissed was an understatement. "How's about you calm your balls and wait for the show to start?" She turned back to the course, "Trust me, he's gonna blow you away." Jesse raised and eyebrow and chanced a look at Hanzo. The archer was staring intently at Coven. He didn't look concerned at all, and maybe he just didn't care. After their last chat yesterday, Jesse got the impression that maybe Hanzo saw something he couldn't. The course started to light up and the turrets came to life, armed and ready. Coven remained unmoved, still studying his book. The number started to count down. 10... 9... "Should he not arm himself?" Hanzo mused. Jesse looked at Prince. 8... 7... "Uhh... Prince, maybe you should tell yer friend to stop readying. This ain't gonna be no peace of cake," 6... 5... "He's ready. Just wait," she smirked. Jesse glanced at Hanzo. The man merely shrugged his shoulders and look back at Coven. 4... 3... 2... Jesse tensed up. He looked at the course and then back at the boy lazily reading his book. If Coven was gonna survive this, he needed to take this seriously. 1... Coven looked up from his book and stretched. GO!!! "Volito," Coven's feet lifted from the ground, levitating effortlessly. Jesse's eyes widened, and his mouth was agape. He knew he lived in a time of technology far beyond the scope of the impossible, but he could not see the slightest tech on the boy. Coven floated to the first arena, where the turrets were being kept. He moved to the center and decended. The whirl and click of the turrets told that they were getting ready to fire. "Is he plannin' on standin' there like an easy target?" Jesse barked, "Move!" "Just shut up and watch," Prince snapped. The whine of the turrets peaked and they unloaded fire. Coven merely turned a page in his book. "Contego." The laser fire was absorbed into an invisible wall. There was no way there was anything he had on him that could do that... except for the book. "What's with that book, Prince?" Jesse asked. Prince turned her smug gaze to the two beside her, "That's the power of the Grimore, the greatest M.A.G.I. Tech in existence." "What, like magic? He's using magic?" Jesse blurted out. "No and yes. It's more like instant alchemy. M.A.G.I Tech is an acronym. It stands for Molecular Augmentation Gear Interface Technology. The Latin you hear are short vocal commands that activate the tech in the Grimore. Each function has a different phrase." Hanzo stared at the boy as the turrets ran dry, "So this sorcery is possible how?" "We're not entirely sure, from the name we get that it changes atoms and molecules to fit the request of the user. The shield command you saw earlier compresses air until it becomes as dense as steel," Prince folded her arms across her chest, "He studies that book every day trying to learn more, but he barely understands Latin and he's also getting used to English. He's only fluent in Hebrew." Jesse nodded. Explained why he barely spoke. It would take him a while to get used to the idea of magic that wasn't magic. He watched as Coven drew water from the air and sliced it through the targets. He would never have believed it unless he'd seen it for himself. Hell, he barely believed it now. "So he is a walking magical warhead. Why do you need Overwatch with a walking one man army?" Hanzo mused. "Because it does take something from him. Extended use consumes massive amounts of calories for energy," Prince growled, "He's supposed to be pacing himself." Jesse looked over to Prince. She was clenching her fists and glaring at the field. Coven's flashy show was not sitting well with her. Suddenly, Prince took a step forward and grabbed the pole attached to her back. "Now hold up-" Prince didn't hesitate, launching herself the 30 feet to where Coven was still inside the course. Her impact caused a shockwave that sent everything, even Coven, flying several feet back. "You know you are supposed to take it easy, Micah- I mean, Coven!" Prince snapped, snatching the boy from the ground and getting into his face. Coven looked exhausted, and could only nod as Prince grabbed him up and carried him off the field. "If I didn't know better, I'd say she's actin like he's her brother an all. Taking care of him just like family," Jesse laughed, looking over at Hanzo. His face made Jesse suck in his breath. Hanzo gazed at the two, Prince helping Coven as the boy clung to the girl. His eyes looked wet and his face full of an emotion Jesse couldn't identify. Was it what he said?Was he thinking about Genji? "Uhh, Hanzo, you okay?" He felt obligated to ask. Why, he didn't know. "Yes, I am fine," Hanzo took a second to breath before continuing, "I am concerned about what she said, though. M.A.G.I Tech Corporation... I have done a few jobs with them in the past." "I thought your job was to kill people back then? You know, hunt 'em down and snuff 'em out?" Jesse inquired. "It was, and that is what has me worried. How did Coven get that book? And will they come looking for it if he stole it?" "If he stole it?" He didn't like what Hanzo was trying to imply. "It is a possibly, gunslinger. Do not pretend that just because you see them as children that they cannot be a threat. That is how you die," Hanzo nodded as he turned and walked, "Come, let us inform the ape of what we have learned." "At some point, you are gonna have to learn to trust someone. You can't do everything alone," Jesse muttered. He didn't realize he had been heard. "I trust people to act within their own self interests. That is how people work," Hanzo quipped. "Well what if their best interests are to make you happy? What then?," Jesse fired back. "Do not delude yourself. No one will ever feel that way. I am not someone that sentiments such as that should be wasted on," Jesse looked at Hanzo. How could someone think like that? He decided to drop it for now. There were other things he had to work out. But he felt as if he were beginning to see the archer as more than just his friend's murderer. Jesse didn't know it that was a good thing or a bad thing.

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Blood Sport Character Bios (1)

This is the first bio for my story in the making. A tale of souls seeking to understand the power they wield. And more about themselves…

Name: Micaiah Regulus (Micah)

Alias: Clockwork

Anchor: Silver Pocket Watch

Power: Time Manipulation. Resetting the clock distorts time around him. He can manipulate it for as long as he wants, but the time it takes to recharge is double the time used.

Personality: Considered cold and standoff-ish, Clockwork is an observer, always taking his time before jumping into any situation. This makes him a recluse and loner. He is often hesitant and constantly second guessing himself. But in any situation he is calm and collected, level headed almost to the point of seeming unemotional. In truth he cares deeply for his friends. But he is unskilled with words and often afraid of embarrassing himself.

Age: 20

Race: Black

Hair: black, short, curly

Eyes: Hazel, glasses

Height: 6"ft Weight: 185lb

Attire: Black jackets, white shirts, long pants, boots, gloves, beret. Prefers black/dark color palette.

Bane: Noise, crowds, fire, brashness, overconfidence, ignorance, chocolates, rap music

Boon: Quiet, books, instrumental music, planning, chess, fruits, his friends

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Blood Sport Character Bios (2)

My second Bio for the upcoming story Name: Demerin Black Alias: Alpha Anchor: Moonrock pendant Power: Lycanthropy. Alpha's sense of smell, hearing, and strength are sharpened. His reflexes and resilience to poison is also increased. He is also proficient hand to hand. The more the moon is showing, the more his instincts overpower his mind. Personality: Alpha is quiet and often found arms crossed, staring at whatever has his attention. He usually stands somewhere between frustration and out right anger. But he is in control at all times, and would never raise a hand to anyone he cares about. Being raised away from people, many things are new to him, and technology as a whole puts him off. But he hates being alone and is a sleep cuddler. Age: 18 Race: Caucasian Hair: Black, spiked, short Eyes: Blue Body: 5"8ft 195lb Muscled Attire: T-Shirt, long pants, sneakers. Color palette is simple reds and grey Boons: Meat, silence, jogging, road side diners, flowers, sunset, blankets, fighting Banes: Bitter foods, spicy foods, thunder, guns, jazz music

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Writing Prompt

A man of great magical powers is sent off to save the world. And no matter the circumstances, he always wins. But upon finishing his latest quest, he his stopped by a group of 5 young women, each with different weapons and dress. Without word they attack with the intent to kill him, and they fight to a standstill. It's then they reveal they are his daughters from different realities. At the risk of causing a paradox, his daughter from the future of this reality sent them here to kill him because in this reality he destroys the entire world. They see no evil in him however, and refrain attacking. He takes then home to meet his family so they can see that he will never become such a threat. And there they meet his husband/wife, the very reincarnation of evil in all of their own realities that their fathers died defeating.

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I Lied...

Okay, one more. Just one more, and then I'll quit, I swear.