You sat there and awkwardness just settled across the room. Your thumb trailed across the weapon in your lap and the gunslinger just looked between the two Shimada’s refusing to look at you. There was a clear term of familiarity between the three of you, confusing both McCree and Angela.
“Soo…” McCree started, his head resting on his metal hand, “You know Genji?”
“I am his wife,” your fingers slipped into each other and Genji cringed at the surprise crossing Jesse’s face, Hanzo even refusing to look at you even more if it was possible for him.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” he confessed, Mercy giving a peer over Jesse’s shoulder to see Genji rest his head in his hands with a sigh.
“Arranged marriage, not a bad one for me either. He never hit me and he’s around my age at least,” you said with a tone that was more apt towards describing the weather and not swearing your life to another.
“Good in battle,” Genji said loudly, almost abruptly so in the cool silence, “They’re a good agent for us.”
Hanzo gave a snort, the two of them beginning to snap at each other in Japanese. You followed a bit of it but quickly zoned it out when you heard nothing of use.
“Though you could have let me know you were alive Genji,” you said with that cool tone, everyone else grateful that the ship just landed and quickly leaving.
“I doubt you cared that much about me,” he shrugged.
“We weren’t divorced, still married by all accounts,” you said, “Would be nice to know that at least.”
He just shrugged, leaving as well. Hanzo quickly scurried out of your sight, just as uncomfortable with the past sitting there with them. You gave a stretch before grabbing your stuff, amused at how your life had turned out.
HERE YOU GO, YOU THIRSTY HEATHENS. YOU CAN ALL
THANK @poutypanic FOR COMMISSIONING THE FULL VERSION OF THIS.
(Actually, I have to thank pouty because I
couldn’t actually write this on my own without some direction. OTL. I’m just
really indecisive sometimes.)
I have a really funny story about this that
motivated me to finish:
I was working on it at work
but then I had to get into a meeting with my bosses and some vendors
and they needed me to show my screen
guess what?
…yeah. OTL;; Anyway, please enjoy.
You’re not sure if Hanzo’s more into showing off
his hidden wealth or just very into indulging himself as you find yourself in
the private bathing area of the ryokan Hanzo had booked for you both.
You were both in Japan for a general
reconnaissance mission, tracking the interactions between the skeleton remains
of the Shimada clan and Talon envoys. The two of you would’ve been tailing them
much, much longer if Talon didn’t somehow get themselves arrested by the
Japanese government early. (It wouldn’t hold them for long, but any
inconvenience to their plans is a good thing.)
Actually, you were more surprised that neither
yourself or Hanzo was sitting in a jail cell with those arrested Talon agents
yet. It’s not as thought either of you were extremely discreet throughout your
hunt.
At each place you both stopped, your
partner-in-crime deadpan gave his name as Hanzo Shimada rather than the made-up
alias that Winston so painstaking created for you both (with fake passports,
IDs, and an entire backstory). He even went as far as ‘accidentally’ flashing
his tattoo at police when he passed them by—leaning forward and giving them a
glance of what’s beneath the unbuttoned collar of his dress shirt, fixing his
cuff so that the dark ink on his wrist is visible for just a moment.
It’s very clear that he enjoys giving the
Japanese government more grief than necessary.
(Though, you had to admit amidst the cackling
glee, the looks on everyone’s face was priceless, and the one on Hanzo’s face
was pure vicious.)
Now everyone knows the former master of the
Shimada clan is alive, well, and let loose in his stomping grounds. It should
concern you, but you had an absolutely gorgeous room and just a few minutes
away from sinking into some mineral rich hot water. If anyone wanted to kill
you both, they’ll have to wait.
You peered over at your boyfriend, seeing the way his hips curved out. You licked your lip with joy before reaching your hands out like they were the last bit of water in a desert.
“You’re just so handsome,” you said, pulling him back to rest your head on his butt, “Just beautiful curves.”
“Um,” he said, suddenly flushed with a mix of adoration and embarrassment, “Thank you?”
“My curvy boy,” you said, closing your eyes with joy, “I could die like this.”
“Please don’t, I would be so lonely,” he said and you just rubbed your cheek against his, stroking his pride with each murmur.
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