Overwatch One Shots

|Hanzocest|

A/N: Okay so this is one of the riskier one shots I plan to post (jk there is absolutely no planning that goes into writing this collection of my writing. Hence the spaced out updates), but I hope you will all be kind and not comment anything hateful. This is a very very rare pair (HanzoxHanzo), so thats why I'm not sure of the response I will get. Or if I'm lucky I will expose some of you to a new ship you may come to like... At any rate, I do believe a TW for selfcest, and mentions of paranoia and trauma is in order, so there it is. Read at your own risk, but if this kinda thing just doesn't strike your fancy or even disgusts you please don't waste both your time and my own with leaving a hateful comment. I simply don't care for them, and will not acknowledge them in the slightest.

This is written from the POV of canon aged Hanzo. Of course there is a mild canon divergence, and most of this is based on my own headcanons, but I hope you guys enjoy it all the same.
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Meeting his younger self during such a painful and uncertain time in his life had been unfortunate, but also interesting. Hanzo had never noticed his own mannerisms when it was himself only doing them, but when he observed his younger self doing them, it was depressing. The affect the clan had had on him... that left him barely functional at times and even mentally crippled scared him now that he was actually watching it go on.

It had been a grand total of maybe three years since he had been exposed to some sort of time warping technology during a raid on a Vishkar facility, and then ended up being sent back at least twelve years. The select amount of years he had been sent back, and the place that he ended up were both odd. When he regained consciousness, he was on the roof of some sort of apartment building somewhere in a more expensive neighborhood in China (he figured that due to the large flag flapping in the air on the roof of some sort of skyscraper). He hadn't been the only one on that roof though. The startled other person ended up being his twenty-something year old self that had been attempting to meditate. Within seconds though, Hanzo had found himself pinned to the gravelly roof with a blade to his throat and sharp, aggressive, but almost fearful Japanese being spoken to him. The tattoo adorning his arm was the only thing he had that managed to convince his counterpart to get off and let him explain better.

The younger Hanzo wasn't quick to accept his older self. Not in the least (he made fun of his hair constantly, not that his own was much better at the time), and not only was there slight teasing, but the older Hanzo was quick to notice that this Hanzo was quite literally nothing like him. It was only an idea... a theory, really, but it was all he had to explain the differences between himself and his other self. This was an alternate universe completely. How he had ended up here of all places... and so close to himself... was odd, but he didn't dwell much on that. It was more interesting to study how the younger acted. He was much more like Genji in the sense of style, and he had a bit more of a rebellious air about him. The younger Hanzo didn't seem as disciplined as he had been at that age. It was kind of a pain in the ass to deal with his younger self... but he got used to it.

A few things that hadn't changed between his universe and this one was the damage left behind by the clan. Most of it was noticed by just little quirks, or terror-ridden questions that demanded immediate answers in order to prevent some sort of breakdown. The younger was terrified of visitors. He never answered the door personally, and at first he didn't even trust his older counterpart to answer it. Eventually he did become more lenient on that though considering he technically didn't exist at that age in this universe... Hanzo was basically a whole new person here. Along with the absolute refusal to answer the door, he never left his room after ten at night. At least not to the elder's knowledge.... It was discovered that he would occasionally sneak out when one time the younger dropped a spoon on the kitchen floor. It had clattered loudly, waking Hanzo who had fallen asleep on the couch. He opened his eyes to see the other disappear down the hallway in a panicked rush, as though he would be reprimanded if he was caught. It surfaced in his mind eventually... His curfew had been ten o'clock... And breaking curfew always resulted in punishment. One time Hanzo was cruel enough to catch onto the other's scheduled "sneakings" to the kitchen, and had waited in there for him. The result was a startled curse in Japanese and a harsh smack on the chest. The elder talked to him a little bit about the fact that he was no longer under the control of the Clan, and was in his own apartment. He made his own rules there. The younger seemed to have taken the brief chat to heart, but Hanzo still managed to see him move for the hallway that led from the kitchen to the hallway that branched off to his room when he dropped anything. That quirk faded with the ongoing months.

That was three years ago though. Since then, the two of them had grown... close. Oddly so, honestly. Maybe it had been the drunk chatter between them that had brought them closer, or the constant time around each other, or maybe it was a level of gross self-interest that had brought on the romantic wonderings between them. Neither of them were sure who had made the slightest first move, but it definitely hadn't been anything monumental. They were both very subtle with their actions. Testing boundaries, gauging reactions... It had ended up becoming an undeclared romantic relationship for the longest time until the younger Hanzo had finally gathered the courage to ask about their relationship's "label". Hanzo's reply to which had been "I didn't know it needed a label." From then on they became much more outward with their affection.

Hanzo discovered that in this universe... He was much more of a flirt, and displayed himself in less... chaste ways. His wardrobe was one sign of that. Some clothes could be considered rather feminine. Leggings and crop tops were actually a common thing the younger wore. But this wardrobe change only came about recently. Recently, most of his paranoia had faded due to the sense of security he gained from having his older self around almost constantly, and some of his past trauma became more bearable. Whether or not he worked past it, or buried it deep, Hanzo had no idea. The change from the closed off side of his younger self to the more open, glowing side of him was a pleasant one to witness though. It had started with a different hair style. He kept it long, but he got an undercut with it, a minute pattern etched into the thin layer of hair at the back of his head. The younger Hanzo loved it, and could often be found looking up new hair styles to try with it. The next thing had been make up. The elder remembered having minimal experience with it for formal occasions, but other than that he had no knowledge of it. Make up become common place though after awhile. At first it was simple eye make up, but eventually it became exciting colors of eyeshadow, difficult wings of eyeliner, and even scale patterns on his cheeks occasionally. Though he would wear it sometimes... foundation wasn't an essential. The younger's smooth, fair skin rarely had any type of blemish on it. The wardrobe had been that final piece that created the Hanzo Shimada that the elder Hanzo had come to know and adore.

Neither of them saw their relationship as odd. They had very few shared traits, and though they shared nearly the exact same past, they were still very different now. Once they became better known members of their community, they had to come up with a simple lie to explain their matching tattoos and exact same names. To explain the tattoos, their claim was that they had done it as a couple's thing (the elder hated it, but the younger Hanzo found great joy in seeing his older self roll his eyes every time the question was brought up), and to explain the names... They simply said they were surprised by it too. Despite how odd their situation was, they never shied away from a nice dinner when they were invited to one by a friend or neighbor. The younger started to go clubbing rather often... leaving his counterpart home alone for entire night sometimes. Most would think that since he wouldn't bother returning home then "oh he must be cheating". Most were absolutely incorrect. The younger Hanzo may not be the most censored or shy person, and he may flaunt his (well maintained) body at times, but he was honest. He would never cheat, and his older self trusted him. They never argued over that.

They certainly did argue though... Like any couple would. Generally those arguments would end with one of them going back to the other in whichever room they were in with an apology and some sweet words. One or the other was always at fault, and whichever one was at fault always recognized that. Their conflicts never lasted longer than a single day. Less than that if they can help it. Their relationship was extremely healthy and strong partly because of this. They would fight because neither of them held back their misgivings of actions or words from their counterpart, but there would always be an apology given to the deserving Hanzo.

Their relationship was nothing short of strange, but they made it work beautifully. There was only unconditional love between them, and they kept it that way. The dynamic between them was a sight to behold. Working together like a well-oiled machine. They were something to envy when they were together... A perfect pair. Nothing could pull them apart. Except for maybe the announcement of a new time warping machine created by none other than Vishkar industries....