Overwatch Fanfictions

McHanzo|Family AU

A/N: I didn't want to write two McHanzo stories in a row but I did. This one is less safe for work but it's mostly fluff. It takes place in a alternate universe were overwatch didn't exist but the whole gang is family-ish.
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        "Hanzo, darlin', can you help out with the dishes?" Mcree called from the kitchen. Hanzo walked away from the front door and headed towards Mcree's voice.
        "Ya' know, its so nice to see Genji and Angelia again. I was kinda 'friad I scared them off the first time they came over." Mcree's voice was warm and calm, like he didn't have a care in the world.
       "How would you scare them off?" Hanzo said smuggly as he carried the dishes from the table to the small kicthen. "What, did you think that falling out of a window would scare my insane family?" Hanzo set the plates by the sink before turning to walk to the table again, but Mcree stop him by grabbing his arm.
       "It sure scared you." He cooed as he held up his robotic arm. His real arm was utterly shattered and the doctors said the only option would be to amputate. Luckily Angelia was on the sence, being a certified doctor herself. She was able to keep the injures from becoming worse, though he did still have to spend a month in the hospital.
       "You fell out of a window on the 7th floor into an alley, of course I was scared! We all thought you died." Hanzo had not been much help. All he could really do was get out some basic information about allergies for the paramedics before he went into shock. Trying to change the subject, Hanzo pointed to the dishes in the sink.
         "You're doing it all wrong" He stated. Mcree stepped away from the sink and motioned for Hanzo to try. He seemed all too happy to get out of the simple chore.
        "You're a tad bit of a control freak, darlin'," Mcree said, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. "You really need to just relax," he whispered mindlessly as he rested his chin on Hanzo's shoulder.
        "Jesse, did you ask me to help you then stop working completely?" Hanzo teased.
        "I'm still working," Mcree said, planting a kiss on Hanzo's neck "Just not on the dishes."
        "Tsk, just like you, Jesse Mcree, to let me to all the chores while you have fun."
        Suddenly Hanzo turned around, wrapping his arms around Mcree's and leaning onto his chest. He could hear his heartbeat and it was almost as calming as his voice.
        "We should watch a movie." Hanzo said, nearly put to sleep by Mcree's heart beating rhythmically. Mcree laughed.
        "You never wanna watch movies with me. Did you hit your head or something while I wasn't lookin'?"
        "No," Hanzo said, standing on his toes to reach Mcree's face.
"I just don't feel like doing these dishes."
        Mcree laughed and leaned up, teasing Hanzo by moving just out of reach. "You wanna pick the movie?"
        Hanzo raised his arms, wrapping them around his neck and pulling his face towards him. "You pick." Hanzo kissed Mcree for a moment before pulling away. He leaned into the taller man's chest.
          "Ya' know, I think I got the perfect movie." Mcree said after a moment. Hanzo started to let go so that they could go watch the movie, but Mcree grabbed his waist, pulling him back into his arms. Hanzo laughed as he reached up to give Mcree another kiss. He was like a child when it came to people walking away from him.
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        Half way into the movie Hanzo began to regret letting Mcree pick what they watched. It was one of the westerns he keep on the shelf and only got a chance to watch when Hanzo was  at work and he was at home, which rarely happened. He was sitting in Mcree's lap, his head resting on his lover's chest.
          "Hanzo, darlin', I think that if I didn't have such a boring job with a dress code, I would dress like a cowboy all day everyday." Mcree said, startling Hanzo a bit. Mcree hadn't said a word since the movie started.
            "I would get a divorce." Hanzo said, almost entirely serious.
           "I'd reckon you need to be married before you can get divorced, Hanzo."
           "Are you saying you would marry me, Jesse Mcree?"
           "I didn't say that much, sugarbean." Mcree answered sweetly as he wrapped his arms around Hanzo, almost like a mother holding a child. "Though I ain't gonna deny it either."
          Mcree started to lie down, bringing Hanzo down with him. Neither protested when Hanzo started planting kisses down the larger man's neck, moving slowly as he unbuttoned his shirt and left a trail of kisses down his chest, but before he reached his pants Mcree stopped him.
            "Wait, Hanzo, this is the best part of the whole movie." Hanzo pretended to pout as he sat up to watch the tv. It was a dual. The gaint clocktower was at 11:59. The two cowboys in the middle of the town stared down at each other, each one waiting for something. The bells in the clocktower rangs at it struck noon, and each of the cowboys reached for their gun. The one on the left had the quicker draw, shooting who Hanzo could only assume was the bad guy.
           Suddenly Mcree had flipped over so that he was on top of Hanzo. He gracefully placed his lips onto Hanzo's, knowing just the way he liked to be kissed. Hanzo set his hands on Mcree's back, pulling him closer. They both lost track of time, but were reminded when Hanzo got a text and had to go get his phone.
           "It's Genji." He said, calling into the living room were Mcree still sat. "He just said thanks for the invite and that he and Angelia got home safely." Hanzo walking over to the couch, and Mcree pulled him back onto his lap. He leaned in towards his face, but Hanzo stopped him from kissing him again.
              "Its getting late." He stated, pointing to the clock. It was already almost midnight. Now it was Mcree's turn to pout.
              "Did you think I was going to stop you?" Hanzo said when he turned to see Mcree pouting. He gave him a little kiss on the cheek before whispering in his ear, "I just think we should move to the bedroom."