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Downfall: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader

Chapter 7: What Big Claws You Have

"To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty; But, to this man, it is a deadly curse." ~ Wolfman Jack

“McCree!” Reyes called out for him.

The night ops commander tried to grab onto Jesse’s arm as he fled, barely managing to snag a hold of the cowboy’s bicep by the skin on his teeth just before the fabric slipped from his fingertips. Jesse fled down the hallway, scrambling around the corner quickly and retreated back to his room. He could hear Reyes calling out for him, telling him to hold up, but Jesse needed to flee.

He nearly slammed against his door, hand shaking as he punched in his room’s pin number and almost fell inside when the door parted.

He felt like he was going to vomit.

He pressed his back against the door, hands flat on the metal and head pressing painfully against the cold slab of sliding steel. The room was spinning, tilting with every blink he rapidly took, the corners of his vision were starting to get a little dark. His eyes had started to sting again, the burning sensation flaring with every move his eyes made just like they did moments ago in front of that plant in Moira’s office.

He could feel the contents of his stomach bubbling, he could feel his organs twisting into sailor knots. His chest was tight, it felt like his ribs were going to all pop apart if his chest squeezed any tighter. It felt like he was getting pinned under Reinhardt’s hairy and very sweaty body again but ten times worse.

Jesse stumbled away from the door, barely able to catch himself on his dresser’s edge as his legs nearly gave out from under his brawny weight. His hands clawed at the roughened wood, worn from him carelessly tossing things like his gunbelt to bottles to his heavy ass armor onto it. He pushed himself up, forearms flexing as his back started to burn from the stretch of his muscles.

A low, pained groan forced its way past Jesse’s lips, his mouth hanging just barely open as his temples throbbed.

What the fuck was that plant?

Was he poisoned?

Jesse’s eyes fluttered open, wincing at how much the room was still spinning. He felt like he had just downed an entire bottle of the cheapest liquor the harsh American desert could off, something that could really cut through just about anybody with just one touch on the tongue. His stomach curled and coiled like it had just happened, too, acting as though it could purge itself at any second now.

Jesse forced himself to stand up on wobbling legs, leaning himself off of his dresser until he managed to stand on his own two feet without falling over. His steps were messy, heavy and slow like he was trying to walk on a tightrope to his bed. It looked like a cloud sent straight down from heave in his eyes.

Sleep.

That’s what he needed: Sleep. He would sleep and he would feel a whole lot better when he woke up.

It felt as though time had dripped on like hardened honey, every step felt like it took forever in his distorted vision until he finally reached his bed.

He collapsed against it, legs giving out on him once again as he basically fell face first against the covers. His body felt suddenly warm all over, the thick flannel beneath him cradled him like he was a baby, softly soothing his hazy mind until it had switched off to darkness.

Jesse suddenly opened his eyes. He was freezing cold, almost as though he had been dunked in a bath of ice cold water just to wake him from his slumber.

Except, he wasn’t sure he was sleeping… At least in his bedroom.

Jesse’s eyes opened up to see the stars above. Trees had speared upwards toward the sky from the corners of his vision, tall pines like spikes against the night blue sky. The full moon sat directly over his head, shining brightly, burning at his eyes the more he stared up at it.

He sat up with a short shout, his bare hands snatching up the soft grass that pillowed beneath him. He rubbed his arms against himself, hugging his body as it shivered in the night’s cold kissing breeze. Looking down, Jesse found that he was not in the uniform he was wearing just as he collapsed on his bed; Instead, he was in his usual sleepwear consisting of a well worn t-shirt and thin flannel sleeping pants. No wonder he was fucking freezing.

Jesse looked over his shoulder, doing his best to ignore the biting cold and how his breath puffs out like smoke before his eyes, looking along the trees that surrounded him as though they would suddenly produce answers with worried eyes. How did he get here? Why was he in different clothes?

Was this a dream?

Jesse felt his heart pounding all over his skin, his ears were full of static as his blood roared in his veins trying to keep him warm. His fingers were starting to feel a little tingly as he tucked them under his armpits for extra warmth.

He had to get out of here… wherever here was.

Jesse finally found it in himself to stand, his legs wobbling as he slowly stood up. He winced at the tightness all over his body, his joints popping and his head started to throb at the temples again.

He started for the trees, managing to get past an overgrown root poking out of the earth when he felt something shift in the air.

A branch snapping somewhere in the woods had Jesse turning on his heel, eyes pinned on the direction the sound had come from just on the other side of the clearing. It didn’t take a second glance to see a single yellow eye cutting through the darkness to scare the shit out of him. It felt like he had just been drowned in another ice bath just from looking at that one eye sitting amongst the tall pine trees.

He watched in horror as a large dog-like foot broke from the darkness and stepped into the clearing, dark claws churning up the dirt and grass as it put its full weight onto it. It slowly stepped out into the clearing, the rest of its body slowly being exposed in the pale moonlight. Jesse backed up further into the trees himself, for the one step the monster took towards him he took five back.

It looked a lot more different than their meeting in Washington.

It looked sickly. Its fur was matted and caked in what Jesse could only describe to be dry blood and possibly pus. Some parts of its body were hairless, completely missing patches while others had thinning fur across the skin, almost as though it had mange. It looked a lot skinnier and more lanky like it hadn’t been eating. There were more scars on its body, especially its face. The muzzle on that thing had horrible scratches carved in, some of its fangs were missing as it snarled at him in the trees. But it was still missing its eye and Jesse could spot the bullet he had shot into its shoulder just barely missing where the throat began.

Jesse nearly choked on his spit as it just stood there watching him. Why wasn’t it attacking him? Why wasn’t it trying to maul him like it did just last month? Why wasn’t it trying to finish the job?

Instead, it just continued to look at him with that fucking creepy ass eye that Jesse really couldn’t look away from. He knew the second he would look away, something would happen.

Jesse found it suddenly hard to breathe the longer he stood there glaring at the beast in front of him. He wasn’t freezing cold anymore, in fact, it was the opposite. His skin felt as though it was burning in the sun despite it being nearly pitch black where he stood.

And then he felt his heart sear inside of him.

Jesse choked on his breath, eyes widening as the air had been suddenly sucked out of his lungs. He tried to shout in pain only for nothing to come out. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, right in between his ribs as his lungs ached like they had been punctured. His legs gave out under him, falling to his knees as one of his forearms caught him before he faceplanted into the plush grass. His fingers snatched up the grass, tearing it from the hardened dirt as his back arched and his mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Another throb of his heart, another stabbing feeling-

But this time, Jesse found the air to cry out in agony.

He felt miserable.

Gloved fingers rubbed at exhausted eyes, pinching at the space between his brows as a soft groan emitted from the back of his throat. His mouth was drier than the dusty desert he once called home, his head was foggier than a night on the beach after it rained. There was still a dull pounding at the back of his skull, his temple still flared with pain when he grit and ground his back teeth.

The noises of the mess hall only made it worse. All of the talking and laughing and the scraping of metal utensils on ceramic plates, it grated at his ears and dwindled down his thinning nerves. Why did everything feel so loud all of a sudden?

Jesse pulled his cup of scalding hot coffee closer to him by the rim, nearly splashing out the dark liquid from how rough he was. Coffee was probably the last thing he needed right now save for the cigarettes he had just smoked right before coming in here, but he needed something to keep him up after the nightmare that had woken him up in the middle of the night.

It felt too real for comfort. Jesse swore he could still feel the stabbing pain in his chest whenever he would move a certain way, especially when bending over.

He blinked slowly, moving his hand away from his face as he looked around the mess hall filled to the brim with Overwatch agents. He knew most of them, obviously, but it felt like there were more packed in today than ever. He could make out the few key members mingling with the regular soldiers, but he couldn’t quite make you out in the crowd just yet.

Jesse raised the mug of blazing hot coffee that was literally just made not even two minutes ago to his lips and knocked back at least half of the bitter goodness before setting his mug back down on the table. His throat burned but he really didn’t care. He needed to be awake; If he was awake, he wouldn’t have nightmares like last night.

Right?

Jesse raised his mug again, quickly swallowing the rest of its contents before placing the mug back down and leaning back in his chair, pushing the empty mug to the center of the table to deal with later.

His eyes wandered to the long line for food only getting longer as most of the soldiers went back for seconds by this time - Reinhardt was probably on his fourth plate by now. His stomach turned and twisted at the sight of steaming hot food piled onto plates. He felt ravenous as though he hadn’t eaten in days, but just the thought of eating made him feel sick to his stomach. The smells alone really weren’t helping him at all, but the coffee machine in the Blackwatch wing was currently out of order.

Some of the smells toyed with his nose, smelling like heaven served up on a silver platter. He wanted to so badly devour something right now. Maybe a steak, bloody rare with mashed potatoes and green beans. Just the thought of a big juicy steak made his mouth start to water. The thought of a blue rare steak briefly crossed his mind.

Another mug of steaming hot coffee was placed right in front of him by a gentle hand. Following the striking blue Overwatch uniform sleeve up, Jesse found you attached to it. You had your own cup in your other hand, a soft smile spread across your face.

“Mind if I sit with you, cowboy?” you hummed.

“Please,” Jesse’s voice was soft, barely audible over the ruckus that surrounded you both.

You sat across from him, stirring your coffee with a spoon as you eyed him with worry painted on your face.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” You weren’t there, you were on a later shift stuck doing paperwork all night long. Jesse missed your presence in his room, in his bed. His heart sank when he woke up and you weren’t there pressed up against him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I had a bad dream,” he shrugged.

“You’ve been having those a lot lately. Did you tell Angela?” You hesitated before asking the question you knew he wouldn’t like. “Moira?”

Just hearing that woman’s name made Jesse’s skin crawl. He still couldn’t get over what happened yesterday. He spent a good ten minutes looking in his bathroom mirror when he woke up, staring intently at his eyes to see if they would do it again but they never did. What was that fucking plant and why did it do that to him?

“No and hell no.” Jesse sipped at his coffee. “Angela’s busy, I don’ wanna bother her.”

“She’s worried about you.” You stopped stirring your coffee. “I’m worried about you.” Your words made Jesse’s heart sink in his chest to his stomach. Your hand slowly reached out across the table to place itself on to his own. He couldn’t help but look up into your eyes, really seeing how worried you are. “Are you okay? I know you don’t want to talk about what happened, but I know this is all happening because of it. Right?”

“Darlin’, ‘m sorry.”

“You said you were going to tell me what happened, but you never got the chance to. Either you get pulled away or I do. I’m really worried about you Jess. You’ve been acting… weird.”

Your words made the knots in his gut tighten more. He never did get to tell you what happened, how he was basically a human squeaky toy for a big hairy monster and how he’s been having nightmares and weird cravings and all of this weird shit. What even would you say? What could you even do?

“I know, and ‘m so sorry pumpkin.” Your eyes were so full of worry and love that it felt like Jesse had just gotten punched in the stomach. “We’re here now. I can tell ya.”

“You don’t to, I’m just worried is all-”

“No,” he stopped you. He looked around the mess hall, his eyes locking on Moira who was already looking in his general direction. He saw the way she eyed between the two of you, eyes narrowing in thought. It sent shivers down his spine being in her sights. “Let’s go back to our room, I’ll tell ya there.”

Jesse stood up from his chair and offered you his hand which you took quickly. He lead you out of the mess hall, weaving through people and dodging chairs and tables before you both broke free from the noisy crowd. The walk back to your bedroom was mostly silent, just the sounds of both of your boots connecting with the metallic flooring filling the void until you reached his door. Once the door slid open, you both walked in and sat down on the bed next to each other.

Jesse felt like he was going to throw up. Not from pain, but from panic this time. How was he going to explain this to you?

You picked up on his unease, placing your hand right back onto his own as it grabbed at the edge of the bed. Just your touch alone soothed him, his shoulders stopped tensing.

“What happened in Washington, Jess?”

You gave him the beginning, all he needed to do was give you the middle and the end.

“Talon was usin’ an old base for somethin’. Overwatch was investigating but they needed to bring us in. When we got there, it was like a ghost town. Even saw where they set up camp, but it was a wreck. We had to go on foot to the base and it was in worse condition. We all got separated and…” Jesse had to stop. His throat felt dry again, and a little scratchy too. “I found ‘em. I found ‘em all.”

“Overwatch?”

“And Talon.”

Your eyebrows were thrown up as shock overtook your features.

“You don’t mean-”

“Dead. All of ‘em. The entire Overwatch team and probably all of Talon in that base.” Jesse felt sick to his stomach as he thought back. All of that blood splattered across that entire room. All of the gore flashing in front of his eyes like he was still back there. You squeezed his hand, reassuring his racing heart as it pounded in his ears. “I found what killed ‘em all.”

Shock quickly replaced itself with fear on your face. You knew exactly what he meant by ‘what’ not being ‘who.’

“What was in that base?”

Jesse shook his head, his throat feeling like it was closing up as the nightmarish memories haunted his vision. Those wicked claws, those crooked teeth, those putrid yellow eyes. And the smell. Oh God, the smell.

“Some kinda monster they made got out. Killed ‘em all then came after me.”

Jesse wanted to kick himself right in the ass. Why did he say monster? The horrified look on your face said it all. He caught you suddenly staring at his shoulder that he got bit on before looking back at his face.

The reality was starting to settle in Jesse’s gut.

Was it really a werewolf? Was he actually bitten by a werewolf?

Fear stabbed right through him just like in his nightmare as the terrifying thought crossed his mind: Is he going to turn into one?

No. There’s no fucking way. Werewolves are just a myth, a story, a made up thing to put in trashy monster movies. They’re not real. Whatever it was that attacked him was not a damn werewolf. It’s impossible.

He felt your hand caress his face, stroking at his stubbled jaw before turning his face to look at you by his chiseled chin. The moment your eyes met, Jesse felt that raging fear in his heart start to quell. You knew exactly how to calm him down.

He could smell the coffee on your breath, see the exhaustion in your eyes, feel the warmth of your skin on his. Just being here with you felt intoxicating.

There was that sweet smell again, that smell that was like heaven on earth that Jesse swore up and down that it had to be your perfume. It lulled his tense nerves, it fogged up his rattled mind. It smelled of the most luxurious chocolate out there in the world, like the sweetest of wines, like the most delectable fruit that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, shocking you but you didn’t pull away. Jesse’s hands found your waist and tugged you in close, your hands reaching out to grab ahold of Jesse’s uniform for support at the edge of the bed. He nearly pulled you onto his lap before rolling you until your back was on the mattress. He hadn’t made the bed after his fitful sleep from last night, the flannel blanket was a rumpled mess beneath you as he straddled you by the waist. You broke from the kiss, placing your hands on Jesse’s broad shoulders to stop him before he could swipe another kiss from you.

“Don’t you have stuff to do today?” you worried.

“They can wait,” was all he said before his hungry lips found your once again.

You moaned as his rough stubble scratched nicely at your skin, how his hands fumbled with your chest and squeezed your breasts through your uniform. God, he wanted to rip it off of you so badly. He wanted to take you right here and right now but he couldn’t. You were right, after all. He didn’t know how much time he had until someone came to track him down.

Your hands snaked up to Jesse’s hair, knocking off his hat onto the bed and snagging a hold of his hair. Your fingers carded into his thick locks, tugging on the strands that needed a cut, scratching lightly at his scalp as he growled against your lips. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, begging you to let him in which you graciously offered. Your tongues collided and danced together as he tried to explore your warm mouth. You’ve taken both his tongue and his dick so many times, and every time felt like pure perfection.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips up, getting a rise out of Jesse. He felt his cock start to tingle with life, slowly starting to press up against his boxers the more you moaned and whimpered and sighed as you made out with him. To keep his calm, Jesse snatched at the headboard, his nails biting into the wood as his other hand remained on your breast, kneading it passionately and pinching at your nipple to pebble it. He wanted to lick and bite at your tits so badly, to feel their soft warmth and weight in his hands, to pull such illicit moans from your mouth for him to swallow.

His hand started to cramp up from how tight his hand clamped against the headboard, his fingers started to ache.

A firm knock on the door startled you both, Jesse’s head shooting up to stare at the headboard in front of him and looking directly at his trembling hand clamped over the wood while you tried to calm your breathing.

“McCree, you in there?” It was Reyes, now, at a very, very bad time. “McCree, we need to talk. Get out here.” Jesse went to unlatch his hand from the headboard only to find that his fingertips were hard to remove, tugging back when he pulled on them until they popped out. Fear had quickly shot right through his entire body at the sight of long nails at the end of his fingers, slightly pointed and darker than his natural nail color. “McCree! I’m not gonna say it again!”

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drearycowboy · 1 year

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Werewolf cassidy on da brain

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Since it Halloween season could you do head cannons with overwatch mcCree genji and mercy about there love who is a werewolf and they been trying to hide from them and when they transform the bones of sound like they’re breaking when asked about it they say that is used to the pain and they no cure for it and reader thought there lover would leave them because they didn’t think there love would wanna be with a monster

Sure! Always down for some spooky stuff! I know you said headcanons but these just came to me!

Cassidy

Cole had been walking home from the grocery store when it had happened. He had been gone for a handful of days and figured he’d do something nice on his way home. The only problem with this was by the time he had wrapped up and finally made his way to your shared home, it was dark. Well, not dark.

The full moon had seen to that.

Cole had always liked full moons when he was a kid, thought they were probably the nicest thing to look at. That changed a bit when he met you. Now it was second.

He had snuck inside the house, cursing himself when the screen door swung back a little too quickly, closing his eyes and wincing at the loud crashing sound.

Well, you were probably awake now thanks to that.

“Come on Cole, try a little harder” he had whispered to himself. He took at deep breath and walked in, making his way quickly to the kitchen. He set the groceries down and called, “Darlin’ I’m home!”

No response. Hm.

“Sweetheart? I’m sorry about the door! We can try fixin’ it tomorrow huh? I got ice cream!”

Nothing again.

Okay, now he was starting to get worried. Something was definitely wrong. Neither of you were heavy sleepers. He understood why he was like that, the amount of time he spent in the Deadlock Gang and then Blackwatch after, those walks of life don’t exactly lead to heavy sleeping. He never quite understood why you were the same though. He never asked you, figured you might not want to talk about. Especially after how jumpy you seemed to get every once and a while.

Cole checked every room in the house and could not find hide nor hair of you. This wasn’t good. He knew he hasn’t been home and he had planned on making his trip home a surprise, there was no reason that you had to be home right now and it would have been wild if you would have called to tell him where you were. Maybe that was it, maybe you were just out.

He had one place left to check though. He stepped outside, looking around the perimeter of the small farmhouse. Nothing.

He was all set to go back inside and bounce his knee sitting on the couch, when he heard it.

A cry of pain and the snap of something sounding like bone coming from the barn.

It wasn’t really a barn, more of a small glorified shed than anything else.

There was no mistaking it, that was your voice crying out in pain and Cole Cassidy would be damned to Hell and back if he didn’t do something about it. He rushed to the doors, using his robotic arm to rip the lock and chain off the door. Had someone locked you in there? It didn’t really matter who or what had done what to you in that moment. Whatever it was, Cole was going to put a stop to it.

He kicked the door down and was slightly surprised to see no one else in there with you. You were panting and chained up but otherwise there wasn’t a scratch on you.

“Darlin’?” Cole asked, rushing to your side.

“No! Wait!” You cried, shuffling away, hiding your face as quickly as you could. Oh god. Oh god, no. He wasn’t supposed to see you like this. Not yet. Not until you were ready to tell him.

Cole didn’t stop though, he stepped closer to you and stopped you with a hand on your cheek.

“Sweetheart, who did this to you? It’s gonna be okay, you’re safe now.”

You sighed. Damn it. Why did he have to be so sweet?

“I did this, love.”

“What?”

“It should be about done now, there’s a key under that rock over there, that’ll get me out of here. I’ll explain after.”

Cole gently lifted your head for a moment. He was planning on listening, he just wanted to see your face first. Everything about you was the same. That same wonderful face he had fallen in love with, except your eyes. Instead of their natural color, they were a fading shade of amber.

You frowned and he understood.

Once you were free, you gave him a hug, letting him know that you were okay and hopefully to make him feel a bit calmer about the situation.

“Soooooooo,” you began about as awkwardly as your probably could’ve, “I guess you’ve figured out by now... I’m a werewolf...”

“Darlin’ are you okay?”

“What?”

“Are you alright, honey?”

“I’m not crazy if that’s what you-”

“No!” he interrupted, “No. I don’t think you’re crazy. That wasn’t what I was trying to say. Are you alright, you sounded like you were in pain, sweetheart.”

“That’s cause I was.”

The blankness in your response broke his heart.

“Darlin’“ he whimpered.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” When he didn’t respond you continued, “And there isn’t a cure if that’s what you’re thinking next. I’ve tried just about everything. Half of them only made it worse.” You sighed again, “I tried to keep it a secret for so long. ‘Course I’d screw it up sooner or later...”

“Why would you hide this from me, pumpkin?”

“Because I didn’t want you to leave!” You said, tears beginning to well in your eyes, “Because I was scared that you would be just like everybody else. That... that you... wouldn’t see me anymore... just the monster.”

“Now you stop that right now.”

“What?”

Cole scooted closer and closed the distance between the two of you grabbing your shoulders, “You are NOT a monster, do you understand me? However you got this, it isn’t your fault. Wouldn’t see you anymore, how could I not? I think about you all the time, darlin.’ You are smart, strong and braver than I could ever hope to be. I love you more than anything in this world, okay? And nothing, not even a little lycanthropy is gonna stop that, you hear me?”

Tears of a different kind started to flow from your eyes and Cole panicked.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Does it still hurt? Did I touch something I shouldn't've? Did I say something wrong?”

You finally had to shut him up with a kiss. “No. You said everything right.”

Genji

Genji had known you for a while, you happened to be one of Zenyatta’s students alongside him. You had gotten there a little bit after he did and the two of you hit it off (once he was a little more friendly that is).

He never asked you what you were there for, figuring that was personal. If you wanted to share it with him you would.

He wouldn’t find out until years later.

It was a particularly cold night outside the temple in Nepal. It was late, or was it early? Regardless of the grayness of descriptors for the time of night/morning it was, Genji had woken up.

Zenyatta’s teachings, though helpful in healing the anger the Shimada had felt as a result of what his family had done to him, did not stop the nightmares from coming. They did, however, offer means of winding down after one. Genji had taken to taking walks after his nightmares, he found they cleared his head and given his armored body, the temperatures didn’t really effect him as they probably should.

He had taken a nice, soothing walk around the grounds, breathing easier in the cold night air and enjoying the beauty of the untouched snow at night. He was also entertaining himself with thoughts of you. You see, the two of you had been engaging in tentative little courtship for the past year. The two of you were close to something, you were just focused on healing yourselves first.

Genji, despite the nightmare that had woken him, was having a relatively nice night. That was, until he found some tracks in the snow.

They were strange, larger than any foot prints he had ever seen. They were also staggered strangely, as if the being they belonged to was in a great deal of pain. Genji quickly grabbed his weapons, just in case, and followed the prints where the led.

They led to the mouth of a cave, the tracks stopping as soon as they reached the covered rock floor. Whatever made the tracks was inside. He was debating whether or not he should go inside to investigate when he heard a scream.

It was your’s.

He rushed into action immediately, acting more on instinct than anything else, and charged into the cave.

He found you relatively quickly, you had not hidden yourself very well, assuming no one would follow you and, to be fair to yourself, dealing with quite a bit of pain.

“Y/N?” Genji asked, rushing toward you.

“No! Stay away from me!”

He paused but did not move away.

“You weren’t supposed to know.”

The transformation was mostly finished at this point, but there was no way Genji didn’t see at least enough to know the truth.

“I wasn’t supposed to know what?” he asked.

“That I’m cursed. That no matter how hard I try to heal, I will always be a beast.”

Genji sighed sadly, placing a hand softly on your shoulder. He pressed the button on the side of his mask and took it off, revealing his eyes. He looked serious.

He stared at you intensely and said, “Y/N, I’m a cyborg.”

Whatever tension you had tried to maintain, was broken instantly.

“What?” you asked, laughing slightly.

You were so caught up in your own miserable situation, coming off basically getting hit by a train with the amount of pain you usually went through, that you had never expected him to say that.

And the mischief in Genji’s eyes was enough to tell you that he also knew that.

Genji laughed as a smile you couldn’t see reached his eyes. “We all come here for our own reasons. All of us need to heal in one way or another. There is no time limit on how long it is supposed to take you. You will get there eventually, it will simply take time. And,” he added, “there is nothing wrong about your abilities. I think it’s cool! I wish I could turn into a dragon!”

“Alright,” you chuckled, “you’ve made your point.”

“Let’s get you out of the cold,” he said, noticing your shivers.

Mercy

For reasons unknown to Angela, you would never accept her as your doctor for checkups. You would always request Ana to check on you and patch you up. Angela didn’t have any reason to find this suspicious and she wasn’t even bothered by it really. She just figured you’d rather have Ana watch over you so she wouldn’t worry.

You always told her she worried too much. She couldn’t really help it though, she loved you and she wanted to make sure you were okay. You would do the same for her.

Things were a little shaky for the two of you sometimes. You had been a Blackwatch agent back in the day and despite all odds, the two of you found your way into a cozy little relationship. Angela always thought that it was Blackwatch’s worst kept secret that they really were a bunch of softies. Nothing wrong with that though. She loved it.

After the Swiss Base Incident, the two of you didn’t see each other for a long time. You both had tried to find each other when everything went haywire but you were both forced to evacuate before finding the other.

Now that the two of you had each other back, it was hard not to be at least a little worried about the other.

That translates into the field as well.

You both had been sent on the same mission along with a few other agents. The intel had been good on the outset. However, you found out that Murphy’s Law is constantly in effect no matter how well laid your plans are.

You and Angela had gotten yourselves separated from the rest of your team, and, just to make matters so much worse, you were nearly surrounded. The cherry on top too, you could hear your allies calling frantically for your help over the comms. One of them was down.

Weighing your options, you knew you really only had one card to play right now. Angela needed to get out of here and without a distraction, you knew that she couldn’t.

“Angela,” you told her, “You need to go.”

“What? What about you?!”

“I’ll be fine! Get to safety! I’ll meet up with you all when we’re done!”

“der Liebling, I’m not leaving you!”

You sighed out, looked back at her softly before you’re voice shifted. “Please, go!” The yell that came from you sounded much more like a growl by the time you were finished with it. Hair had already started growing on your arms.

Angela gasped but got the message and she escaped while you and the abilities gained by your painful transformation covered her.

Once you had changed back you met back with the team as promised. Your quick thinking saved the mission actually. You couldn’t bare to look Mercy in the eyes though. Regardless of how much she heard after she made her escape, she still knew the truth about you.

Angela was grateful, despite you not speaking with you at the moment, that you didn’t refuse her help this time. She checked you over, nursing what injuries were needed and then she left you be. You weren’t sure if you were grateful or not.

As soon as you were back on base and as soon as she had the opportunity however, Angela grabbed you (she is surprisingly strong for her size, must be handling unruly patients) and dragged you into a room, standing in front of the door.

“Are we going to talk about what happened?” The voice she used to ask the question was firm but not unkind. She wasn’t going to force you to tell her but she made it clear that she wanted an answer.

“I’ve been trying to keep it a secret for a reason, love.”

“Why?” she asked, sweeter, sadder, this time.

“Why?” you asked, incredulous, “Because I’m a monster? Because I’m something we tell children about to scare them into behaving? Because of what O’Deorain’s experiments made me? What more do you need?”

Angela was quiet for a long moment, you would almost describe it as surgical, the way she was handling the situation. She knew you well enough by now that your mood right now was very fragile and she did not want to make you feel any worse than you already did. Quite the opposite actually.

Angela sat down next to you, not touching you yet. She wasn’t afraid, she just wanted to make sure you weren’t.

“Would a monster come back after all this time to ensure they made a positive difference in the world? Would a monster be as loving to their friends as you are?” she paused for a beat before, “Would a monster have given me the chance to save someone else?”

You heart ached in a good way as you smiled at the doctor. You reached for her hand and brought it up to cup your cheek.

“Thank you love.”

“You’re not nearly as scary as you think you are, schatz.”

The two of you dissolved into laughter, you stopping only momentarily to kiss Angela’s cheek.

Happy Halloween!

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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 2: The Bite

This Chapter Contains: Death of Talon and Overwatch members, blood and gore, werewolf biting

“You’ve been bitten. Bitten by a werewolf. Now you will become that which you have hunted so passionately.” ~ Van Helsing

A blanket of midnight mist settled onto the grass and the trees surrounding the shuttle. The air was cold and moist, like it was going to rain the second Cole took one step outside of the transport. The plants glowed a faint white against the full moon hanging high above the trees, dancing gently in the ever-so-soft breeze. There was a bite to it, nipping at his nose. Cole was about to reach for a cigarette when Reyes marched off the transport.

“We don’t have time to waste,” the Commander muttered.

Reyes fished around in his deep pockets until he drew out some sort of communicator. It was round, one side was shiny and metallic, the Blackwatch logo carved into it. On the other side was glass, a screen, that at a push of a button showed a blinking dot in the top right corner of the rounded screen and a blinking triangle in the top left.

Reyes took the first steps away from the transporter, the three following behind him like baby ducks.

No doubt it would be a lengthy hike. The farther away the transport drops them, the more unlikely Talon was to spot them and pick up their location. And with all the missions Blackwatch goes on, they needed all of the leg-ups they could get. Cole remembered overhearing discussions between Morrison and Reyes, discussions about possibly cutting funds to Blackwatch and other higher-ups in Overwatch wanting to cut off Blackwatch and disband it entirely. Reyes would only sigh and plead with Morrison for one more chance, one more opportunity to show investors and higher-ups that Blackwatch was worth it.

Maybe that’s why they were helping the United States government. It wouldn’t surprise him that they would pull funds to Blackwatch considering they now have an ex-gang member that terrorized an entire state, an ex-yakuza heir and a scientist kicked out of universities for her cruel experiments “in the name of science.” Maybe it was all to try and appease whoever paid the bills to the facility.

The trek through the woods was… eerie to say the least. Cole snapped out of his thoughts and looked around, eyes tracing over the looming trees above them. The leaves were thick enough to keep the area below at least somewhat dry from the mist. The moon peaked through some of the leaves, but it was barely enough to light up the woods.

The grass and mud made odd squishy sounds, mud caking onto his boots, and on a few occasions clinging onto the heels of his boots too much that he needed to yank his feet away from the greedy ground, earning him a pointed look from Reyes every time.

“Quit messing around, Cassidy,” Reyes growled behind grit teeth.

Cole made to talk back but all four froze when the tracker in Reyes’ hand turned off suddenly with an odd beep. Reyes fiddled with the contraption in his hands for a moment before it eventually turned back on. The screen was glitchy for a second, the white dot and triangle scrambling across the screen until the dot disappeared.

Reyes swallowed and pressed a few buttons, yet nothing happened on the screen.

A sudden high-pitched noise erupted from the device. It was loud and beeping quickly that Cole had covered his ears from it. Where the white dot had disappeared, a red exclamation point had appeared and it was pulsing on the screen.

“Come on!” Reyes barked, suddenly breaking out into a run.

Despite his age, Reyes was still a soldier pumped with whatever chemicals from years prior. The super soldier pushed past thick trees and pushed away branches and jumped over tangling roots with his crew close behind him.

The beeping had stopped sometime during their dash towards the location, silencing maybe about 300 feet away from where it was.

Cole had never seen this happen before, but Reyes seemed to know exactly what was going on.

There seemed to be a clearing ahead, bright light poked through the tree line, too bright and too yellow to be the moon. Upon pushing past a few more trees and muddy roots, Cole noticed the blue flag now stomped into the mud that belonged to Overwatch.

It was their camp. The members that were supposed to help them should shit hit the fan. The camp was a mess. Boxes kicked open and broken, a mess of food strewn about the place, bed rolls torn up and duffle bags dumped out. There were a few tents strewn about the clearing, and most of them were torn or knocked over. A small transport hover truck had been tipped over, the side peeled open by weird markings and rips in the metal.

But there was nobody around.

No agents were in the camp.

Cole wanted to call out for someone, anyone who could be around, but his mind went back to the note in Moira’s folder.

Overwatch agents reported a loose, large dog-like wild animal nearby the suspected Talon outpost.’

What if it was here? What if it attacked the agents?

Cole felt his heart beating against his chest, he felt the blood roar in his ears. One glance at Genji showed that he was thinking the same thing, keeping his eyes on the trees for any movement.

“Damn it,” Reyes growled. He entered the one tent that was left standing and ruffled around in the belongings. He came out a moment later with a destroyed communicator, screen cracked and the back plate that should have an Overwatch symbol on it was ripped open, wires cut roughly.

At their feet, Cole finally noticed the imprints of a human stampede. Bootprints scattered everywhere in different directions until it seemed that everyone had the same idea and took off to the trees next to the hover truck. Cole carefully stepped towards the tipped-over truck to get a better look.

The discs that made the truck float were cracked, sparking still. Cole kneeled down to the discs to inspect them closer. It was then he saw the bent metal behind the disc, four divots all close to each other.

He carefully stretched out a hand and pressed his fingers against the divots. His fingers were barely able to slot themselves into the divots perfectly, but there was still a lot of room between his fingers.

It was almost like Reinhardt had lifted the truck up from the bottom and flipped it over.

Cole stood up and looked at the hull of the hover truck. The blue and white design on the metal carrier was scuffed and dirty. The Overwatch logo was caked over in dirt and scratches. But what Cole really focused on were the marks - carvings really. It looked as though something took out several scoops of the metal hull, the jagged metal curving inward and the gaps were huge, about the same size as the dents under the truck.

The sudden sounds of gunfire and shouting off in the trees and screams that made the hairs on the back of Cole’s neck stand up straight. Those weren’t the screams of Overwatch fighting Talon, those were the screams of people scared for their fucking lives.

Cole looked to Reyes out of the corner of his eye with worry, almost as if asking the stern Commander with his eyes if they should really run in there in the first place.

Reyes moved to go for his guns as more terrified screams rang through the air, the Commander not wasting another second and ran into the woods. Cole hesitated for a second, fingers twitching over his holster, and Genji and Moira moved beside him, following their commander so loyally that it made Cole feel foolish.

Pushing past whipping branches and dodging tangling roots, Cole was barely able to keep up with the others in the darkness. As they had gotten closer to the sounds of terror, he could make out the flashes of muzzles firing bullets through the thicket of trees and foliage.

Breaching the trees was easier said than done, the soaking wet marshy woods proved to be more of a challenge than anticipated. But one thing that was clear was the tall and very decrepit building that stood before them.

It had to have been an old warehouse from decades past. Tall and imposing doors were rusted and bent out of shape from the worst of times. Barely any of the windows had lasted, most shattered out by the pane while the rest were surely ruined by trashy graffiti. The tall metal and brick walls had vines and moss growing all over, blanketing the warehouse to be lost forever in time as nature surely took back her land.

One of the doors was opened fully, barred open by metal poles secured into the ground. The lights were on, but eerily, it now seemed that nobody was home. There were marks in the mud from transporting trucks, lights were on following a makeshift trail around the bends of the walls, crates were left around and dozens of footprints were pressed into the mud.

Reyes remained in the treelines, his cautious eyes scanning the building for any signs of soldiers; Talon or Overwatch, but saw none. There were still sounds of gunfire, but they were faint and echoing, coming from somewhere outside still. Reyes stood stiff and firm in the shadows until he zeroed in on something on the muddy ground and cautiously stalked out toward the object. Carefully bending over, Reyes picked up the fallen object from the mud and brushed it off, revealing an Overwatch communicator, most likely the one that sent the distress signal. It was smashed, no longer sparking, and no way of saving. The damn thing was basically split in half, barely hanging together by a few dangling wires.

“Shit,” Reyes grumbled. He looked back at the three still hidden in the treeline. “We need to move. Now!”

The four took off into the makeshift Talon base, weapons drawn and ready to take aim at the first Talon soldier they find.

The halls were empty, lights barely lit above them, casting a spell of dread over Cole as they trudged through. Gunfire was sporadic, echoing through the hallways and off sealed doors. He heard shouts here and there, too distant to make out who was making the calls.

Reyes didn’t seem to care much for hiding in the shadows right now, opting to just have both shotguns ready to fire at the first sight of Talon soldiers.

Silence blanketed the halls suddenly. You could hear a pin drop on the opposite side of the warehouse from how deathly silent it was. Swallowing thickly, Cole’s finger gripped at the trigger just a hair tighter out of stress.

Every step deeper into the hallway, the farther away they were from the open door to freedom, farther away from the misty night air, and farther into the unknown.

Who knows how long they spent walking in a straight line, like ducks in a row, possibly walking right into a trap? Something sat in the pit of his stomach, icy and heavy. Almost like a lead ball had fallen and is now sitting at the bottom of his core.

He thought about saying something. He wanted to say something. Call for backup, contact Morrison, hell, even call in the National Guard for fucks sake because something here is not the hell right.

But Reyes wouldn’t dare. With how close Blackwatch is on the verge of being shut down and disbanded by Overwatch is too much of a reality and Reyes would rather die than see it happen. Even if he gets gunned down in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the Washington wilderness. He was too proud to do such a thing.

The air sat heavy and thick. It was suffocating, like smoke from an uncontrollable fire. It was giving him a headache.

And then he heard it. Softly, he almost didn’t hear it at first.

Ticking.

Soft ticking somewhere that soon filled the echoing hallway. Growing louder by the second, Cole had glanced at his comrades who had all stopped and looked at each other. Brows all knit with confusion, trying to figure out what was making that sound.

The ticking was getting louder, and was it getting.. hotter?

The look of dread dawned on Reyes’ face.

“Get down!” he ordered.

“Halt!”

Cole looked down the hallway to see several Talon agents taking aim at them.

Cole was only able to raise Peacekeeper up to fire off one round before an explosion deafened him.

His body crashed against the wall, the wind was knocked out of him, his vision blurred. He brought a gloved hand to his nose and mouth, heaving and coughing from the smoke. His side burned from pain, his vision blurred by smoke. Gunshots rang out but he barely heard the noises from the ringing in his ears.

Cole backed away from the smoke, stumbling back until his back hit a door. It gave way with barely any effort, the cowboy falling backward into the new void that opened up behind him. Smoke barreled out with him as he fell to the floor square on his back. The door suddenly slammed shut, cutting off the scene in the hall.

“Shit!” Cole grit his teeth. He sat up and tried the handle, yet the door did not budge. He slammed a fist against the door but the old metal did not move. “Damn it.”

How long was he separated from the rest of them? A few minutes? An hour? All night? He couldn’t tell. There were no windows in this soulless place, no clocks on the wall. Just bullshit from Talon and whatever remained of the warehouse from decades past.

He heard footsteps echo down the halls here and there. This hall had a few open rooms, all nearly empty save for what remained of the warehouse. Mostly crates with some off-brand logos scattered here and there, old rusted dollys.

Peacekeeper was kept in his hand at all times, the cowboy not one letting his eyes grow tired from staring at the constant rusty grays and browns before him. One glance away and he would be as good as dead.

Where was he? Where were they? He was getting antsy. Something was not right.

Cole retrieved the small communicator out from a spare pocket from his chaps. Peaking from behind his cover to make sure no agents were near, he looked back to the small box sitting in his hand. It was almost comical how small it was in his catcher’s mitt of a hand. He hated how hard it was to work the damned thing, but he still navigated the buttons to the best of his ability while staring at the small screen. Three buttons popped up, all too far away from his. They have all split apart somehow in the span of only a few minutes.

Cole snarled and pocketed the communicator, whipping out Peacekeeper. He peered down the hall’s corner once more, brows furling as he heard the sounds of shouting and more gunfire just down the hall.

For a man in spurs and belts aplenty, he moved like a shadow in the near-forgotten halls. Stalking down the web-ridden corridor, Cole drew closer to the room at the end of the hall.

And just as it came, the gunfire silenced in an instant, and the shouting ceased. It all happened so fast that it sent a shiver down his spine.

Tip-toeing closer to the door at the end of the hall, something tickled his nose. An old, familiar scent he remembered hauntingly from his days in Deadlock. A putrid iron smell that lingered in the back of his throat as soon as it hit his nose from right outside the door.

Blood.

Even around the desert highway, he remembered it horribly. It couldn’t be dulled by the dry earth and metal shelling freshly fired out of revolvers and rifles.

The stench of blood hung heavy in his throat like a lead ball.

Cole swallowed thickly and pressed himself against the wall. With Peacekeeper in hand, he was able to face most dangers… He paused for a moment, wondering if he could handle what was on the other side of the wall.

Talon soldiers? If so, they were being awfully quiet. Overwatch agents? It couldn’t be, they would be radioing for backup from Blackwatch.

Swallowing the fear bubbling in his stomach, Cole rounded the corner and took aim with a gloved finger ready to pull the trigger.

Cole nearly dropped the modified revolver at the sight. He froze at the spot, he felt his face turn green from sickness.

Bodies.

Bodies everywhere.

Bodies and body parts. Gore and guts and blood. SO much blood everywhere.

Cole had never seen a bigger massacre in his life.

It was Talon agents strewn about, Overwatch agents too. Both red and blue armors are nearly unidentifiable in the carnage. Guns and pulse rifles were destroyed and scattered all over the floor.

The stench of blood and gore from the broken bodies strewn across the rusted metal floor made him wrinkle his nose. He longed to be back in his bedroom he shared with you. He longed for the flannel sheets and the soft pillows, to be tangled in the sheets with you.

He nearly vomited, Cole had to stumble away from the doorway. The communicator felt like a million pounds in the pocket of his chaps, urging him to pick it up and ring for backup.

It felt so cold in his grip, his hands trembling as he lifted it. With just a push of a button, the communicator screamed with static.

“Cassidy!” Reyes barked from his end. “Where the hell did you run off to?”

“Reyes,” Cole swallowed, “I found ‘em.”

“I’m heading to you now. Do not move.”

Reyes’ end sparked out, leaving him once again alone with the gore before him.

Cole had nearly dropped the communicator as he was left in silence. He was breathing horribly fast, he felt bile bubbling in the back of his throat. He was going to puke. Oh god, the smell was starting to linger down the hall to where he stood. He covered his nose and mouth with a gloved hand and pocketed the communicator.

He didn’t know what possessed him, but he couldn’t help but look back at the snuff film behind him. He looked over faces that were mangled beyond recognition, armor torn apart as if they were made of paper. He narrowed his eyes at the sight.

Gunfire doesn’t do that.

Gunfire doesn’t smash faces in or rip armor up in grooves like that. Bullets nor energy beams fired from any rifle couldn’t do that. He’s seen massacres from gunfire, it never happened like this.

Someone did this.

Something did this.

A small movement in the room caught his eye, somewhere in the middle of the room. A hand had twitched.

Whatever possessed him had pulled him into the room. Peacekeeper was holstered immediately as Cole beelined for the twitching hand’s owner despite the danger and gore surrounding him.

It was an Overwatch agent that the hand belonged to. His face was torn up and bloody, his armor caved in, and the poor man could barely move. His eyes locked onto Cole’s in an instant. He choked on his own breath the second he saw the Blackwatch uniform.

“Get out of here,” the agent gurgled.

His voice was so soft, Cole almost didn’t hear him.

“Reyes is coming, ya just gotta hold on,” Cole stated as calmly as he could.

He reached down to grab the agent’s hand only for the man to snatch at Cole’s ankle. His face was twisted in pure terror.

“It’s still here.”

Those three little words made his blood freeze.

A loud bang rattled somewhere in the warehouse, echoing through the vents and the hallways making Cole nearly jump out of his skin.

It. Not they or he or she.

It.

It wasn’t human.

It was still there in the same warehouse as he was. As his comrades were.

The agent’s breathing had quickened before he suddenly stopped breathing. He had let go of Cole’s ankle, leaving him once again all alone in the iron-musked silence. He was left standing alone in the carnage he could have prevented if he knew where to have looked.

He felt his world spinning, his throat felt like it was closing. He didn’t know what to do. He looked around the room some more, trying to figure out if anyone else was still alive, if anyone else could be saved from this carnage, but not a soul moved.

Almost as if a lever had been switched, Cole stood at attention.

He felt a presence around him.

His eyes scanned the bodies once more, both Talon and Overwatch, but none were looking at him. He backed up from the bodies back where he came from at the archway, stumbling over the bodies and stepping in pools of body fluids.

He had tripped over a rifle, sending the thing skidding a little ways to the other end of the room. His eyes followed the ruined firearm to the opposite archway.

The other archway ended in a lit-up hallway, a bright red 'EXIT’ sign pointing to the right was still crying out in its neon glory.

Relief washed over him. He could leave. He could leave this damn snuff film. Cole took off down the hallways, bounding down the hall, twisting and turning until he came to a crossroad. No exit sign to be seen, Cole looked down both ends.

One end had no lights on at all until the end of the hallway where only one light was lit above a door. To the right, the hall seemed just fine. One door was open towards the middle. Cole took a few steps to the right, but stopped at a noise.

Heavy breathing that wasn’t his own.

He shivered as wet sounds filled the air and the sound of metal and hard plastics crunching.

It was coming from the open door.

He wasn’t alone.

His mind was racing a million miles a second, wondering who it could be. Maybe an Overwatch who had gotten away from the carnage somehow? Patching their wounds? A Talon agent Cole could knock some answers out of and wait for Reyes and the rest to catch up?

Maybe it was that thing the poor soul babbled on about before he passed away right underneath Cole.

He took a few quiet steps closer to the open door. He could make out a foul odor, similar to the one from the room but not as awful. Blood filled the air, but it was fresh. It wasn’t lingering and heavy in the air.

As soon as he reached the door Cole froze like a deer in headlights. There was a figure taking up most of the room.

The figure was barely human at all, just barely. Hair was thickly coating the hulking and lanky body, coating the body almost like fur on a dog. The limbs were lanky and unnaturally long. Hands were janky, fingers gangly and ending in disgustingly long claws; Claws that were carving up the Talon agent’s body, ripping out sinew and muscle with ease in some sick enjoyment. And its legs, bent at odd angles, feet smaller than normal, nails the same as its hands with gnarled black claws. Its head was ducked low, past the broad shoulders. He heard snuffling and heavy breathing from the thing. His heart nearly sunk in fear when it finally lifted its head. Ears perked up at the top of its head like a dog, a face that had melted into a wolf-like muzzle, fangs - some too big to even fit in the mouth - caked in blood and holding remains of the agent between them.

It was something out of a horror movie.

A damn werewolf.

Talon had a damn werewolf?!

Cole swallowed thickly, his blood running like liquid ice in his veins.

The monster was still distracted dismembering the poor Talon agent. Cole slowly and as quietly as he could, backed away from the monster, doing his best to not make a peep. He winced at the faintest noise his spurs made as he tip-toed back into the light of the hallway.

Just as he backed away into the hallway fully, the communicator screamed with static in his pocket. The monster whipped its head around to lock eyes with Cole. A putrid yellow staring into his honey brown.

“Cassidy!” the communicator barked. Reyes, the damn fool. “I told you not to leave your position! Where did you get off to now?”

The monster lowered itself onto all fours, leaving behind the body to look at Cole solely.

“Fuck,” Cole whispered.

In a second, Cole had whipped out Peacekeeper and fired one bullet before the monster took off towards him, the bullet lodging in the beast’s shoulder. Cole booked it down the hallway back where he came from with the beast hot on his trail. It bounded at him on all fours, claws digging into the hard floors and digging up the metal and concrete with every lunge. It didn’t seem to care at all for the bullet jammed near its throat.

Cole turned slightly as he was running and shot twice, both bullets hitting the beast in the chest. The monster let out a roar that rattled the hallway.

As he turned a corner, the beast went skidding against the ground. He dug the communicator out of his pocket and fumbled with the buttons until it sparked back to life.

“Reyes! I need help!” Cole pleaded. He turned to shoot one more time, planting the bullet in the other shoulder. “I found what killed them!”

“Where are you?”

“I’m damn well running for my life because of you!”

He fired one more time as he rounded another corner just as the beast turned behind him. The halls felt like a spiral, like one big messy maze. He was lost; lost and being chased by a monster.

The beast had lunged at him, spreading out its wicked claws as it landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. The gun had skidded away from him as he landed hard on his chest, the beast grabbing at the bulletproof vest on his back and shredding it with ease. Cole went to reach for Peacekeeper just as the beast sunk its claws into his back, piercing his skin and digging into the muscle. Cole shouted in pain, choking as the beast tore into him.

Blood trickled down from his back, staining the gray undershirt he wore a deep black.

His fingertips barely brushed against the bottom of the handle, gloved nails just missing the spur.

The beast dislodged one hand and planted it on Cole’s head, pinning it to the ground. All of a sudden the beast unlatched its wide jaws and bit down on Cole’s shoulder.

Cole howled with pain, back flexing, fingers curling in agonizing pain. It felt like someone had poured acid directly onto his shoulder. It felt like venom was coursing through his veins, scattered across his body in a matter of seconds.

His fingers struggled to grip onto the trigger, finally able to grab at the spur and pull Peacekeeper to him by the handle.

The beast reared its head back to bite down again on his arm still pinned under the beast, claws sinking into his body and dragging across his flesh, splitting open new wounds, allowing more blood to spill.

Cole rammed his bleeding shoulder into the beast’s bleeding throat, knocking the monster off of him long enough for him to twist just enough to fire the last bullet at the beast. The bullet lodged into one of the beast’s yellow eyes.

The creature reared back, clawing at its missing eye in pain, yowling and crying as it scratched at its face. Just as it finally recovered, Cole had fully turned onto his back, reeling one foot back just enough to kick the thing in the face, a sickening crack resonating from its muzzle. Black blood oozed from its now missing eye, down its face, dripping into its open mouth full of sharp fangs; Fangs covered in his own damn blood.

The monster snapped its jaws as Cole reared back for another kick, landing one right on its nose with another sickening crack. The monster had snapped down onto his ankle, tearing the leather chaps and black jeans he wore, biting through the leather cowboy boots and piercing into his ankle.

Cole hollered in pain once more, grabbing Peacekeeper once more and smacked the beast in the face with the heavy nose of his gun. The beast grabbed at its bleeding muzzle, whimpering in pain as black blood dripped between its fuzzy fingers. Cole tried to back away from the creature, scooting back as quickly as he could.

The beast had lowered its hands and lunged at Cole one more time. The cowboy had brought a knee up to lessen the blow, raising his other hand to choke the werewolf as much as he could. The beast snapped its jaws, blood and saliva dripping and splattering against his face and neck.

Cole shouted and cried out in pain. He felt his life flashing before his eyes.

He was about to die at the hands of some monster straight out of horror movies.

The beast struggled against Cole, snapping its jaws and yowling to bite him once.

A gunshot rang out, the beast crying out as it practically jumped off Cole. It whipped its head around to stare down Reyes, Genji, and Moira standing right behind it. Snarling, the werewolf stood up to its full height, standing between Cole and the rest of Blackwatch, its fanged mouth still caked in Cole’s blood.

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androidxmutt · 1 year

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Its all fun and games In till I'm jerking off to erotic audios of Overwatch Cole Cassidy and Guzma from Pokemon. I mean there MT dream men so likeeee

#mlm #gay #werewolf #degredation kink #gaymen #ftm bottom #queer nsft #nsft tumblr #mlm nsft #nsft puppy #mccree #cole cassidy #guzma #pokemon

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Overwatch Masterlist

Jesse Mccree

Naga Jesse

Scary Movies + Male S/o

Werewolf Jesse

S/o always making him Food for when he returns

Soft life HC

“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE

Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree

Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh

“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER

S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother

Stalking a ex-MMA fighter

Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger

Attempting to poison Mccree

Stripper S/o

Harpy S/o broke her wing

Cuddly S/o

Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o

S/os got a fat ass

S/o with separation anxiety

Flustered Touch starved S/o

Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance

S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor

Sensitive s/o who crys alot

Dealing with S/os stalker

S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them

S/o whos good at the Knife game

Happy drunk S/o

Soft headcannons

Threatening jesse with his own gun

Cheering jesse up after a stressful day

Painting his weapon

S/o whos prone to accidents

S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them

Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage

claustrophobic s/o

Asking Jesse out on a date

Mermaid S/o

Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them

Autistic S/o who stimms alot

Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o

Torture

Hanzo Shimada

Finding out S/os Pregnant

Witnessing Genjis Murder

Healer S/o

Punk/Goth S/o

S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout

Too Pure for this world S/o

S/o who can Heal with a kiss

Naga Hanzo

S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo

Naga S/o

Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die

Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt

‘Stupid’ S/p

Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken

S/o with Chaotic Energy

Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o

People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves

Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling

Dragon S/o

Finding Drunk S/o in a casino

S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it

Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood

S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies

S/o uncomfortable around her family

S/o begging for Mcdonalds

Dragons HC

Attractive yet Oblivious S/o

Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him

Comforting S/o after failing a test

S/o terrified from something theyve seen

Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning

Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance

S/os scared of bugs

S/o caring everyone but themselves

Expert insulting s/o

S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them

touch starved hesitant S/o

Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”

Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine

Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep

Goblin S/o

Comforting Hanzo after a bad day

S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people

Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo

S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof

Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o

S/o whos pregnant with triplets

Bodybuilder s/o

After sex cuddles

S/o who already has a kid

S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep

Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances

Genji Shimada

Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission

Pissed off S/o

Gore + Torture TW

Vampire Genji

Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi

S/o making a book all about their love for him

Crush falling asleep on his lap

Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship

S/os whos dramatic for attention

Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body

Blind S/o

Yokai S/o

Washed up Mermaid S/o

Curvy Confident S/o

Getting a weapon maker S/o attention

Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals

Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji

Unpredictable angry s/o

Roadhog

Petite S/o

Junkrat

Headcannons

Clingy S/o

Sick S/o

Reaper

Werewolf Reaper

Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper

House wife S/o

Waitress Crush

Scary movies

Halloween Date

Reinhardt

Headcannons

‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o

Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy

Medic s/o

Overwatch receptionist S/o

Widowmaker

Advancing towards a Enemy S/o

Mercy

Spoiling S/o

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o

Headcannons

Moria

S/o that works with Moria

Sombra

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o

D.VA

Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot

Brigitte

Headcannons (female reader)

Lucio

Headcannons

Soldier 76

S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)

Ana Amari

“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Poly Mchanzo

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them

Jesse Mccree

Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie

S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum

Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o

Hanzo

Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish

Getting hanzo to wear lingerie

Briggit

Loving her muscles NS FW

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Intro + Masterlist

Hi! I’m Ivy and I have been known to write things on occasion.

27 | Sapphic | Lover of dark content

I have a penchant for writing about scary men (+ women!), and am not opposed to writing smutty and/or dark content. Because of that, this blog is strictly 18+.

Minors + ageless blogs will be blocked

Dark content **is** placed under a cut for those of you who don’t wish to see it!!

Requests are currently ||open for snippets|| (pls check ((rules)) and ((F-List)) before sending requests!

Masterlist Key:

**UTD as of 6/5/23; Check the “my writing” tag to see if Ive posted anything that hasn’t been added to the list yet :)

Kinktober 2023 masterlist here!

OVERWATCH

Unspecified male OW!character x Reader

Heat Stroke He was a furnace and a cuddle monster- a trait you’d greatly appreciated when you’d started sleeping (as in, literally sleeping) with him in the winter. Now? The temperatures were rising and his grip was borderline suffocating at night.

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

Gabriel throat fucking Reader ✨⚪ Free use throat fucking kink

Kinktober Day 6 (2018) ✨⚪ Daddy | Corset

Kinktober Day 7 (2018) ✨⚫ Praise Kink | Aphrodisiacs

Kinktober Day 10 (2018) ✨⚪ Wax Play | Hair Pulling

Incubus!Reaper Gabriel has something to tell you. Hopefully he doesn’t have a secret wife.

Gabriel Reyes vs 2-year-old toddler Gabriel underestimates the power of a nap

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Reyes’ reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Reaper teaching his S/O how to kiss Tis what it says on the tin

Moira O’Deorain

Kinktober Day 2 (2018) ✨⚪ Medical Play | Begging

Kinktober Day 11 (2018) ✨⚪ Aphyxiation | Object Insertion

Moira with an affectionate S/O Headcanons of Moira with an S/O who enjoys showing random affection

Looks Can Be Deceiving ✨⚪ Moira thinks you’d look adorable squealing underneath her.

Birdy ⚠️✨🔴 Moira’s in rut and has plans for you.

Daddy Part of your self-appointed job as Moira’s girlfriend was to annoy her on occasion.

Us ❗❗ You can’t overlook this.

Chocolate Kisses ✨⚪ You agree to go on a date with Moira

Problem Solving ✨⚪ You take control when Moira gets too stressed out.

Jack Morrison/Soldier 76** ** F!Reader fics written prior to announcement of Jack’s sexuality

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Jack’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Brat Tamer!76 ✨⚪ You weren’t acting out because you’d missed him. Definitely

Sleeping Dogs Lie ⚠️✨🔴 Jack just wants to make you happy

Movie Night ✨⚪ Jack starts seeing a new mother and develops some new kinks as a result.

Hang Ups ✨⚪ Jack moves past his hang ups.

Stealth ⚠️✨🔴 You’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are.

Cole Cassidy** ** Older fics refer to Jesse McCree, pre name change

Kinktober Day 1 (2018) ✨⚪ Smiles/Laughter | Deep Throating

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Nap Time It’s just a fact that boobs make the best pillows

Gratitude ✨⚪ Jesse shows his gratitude to his sweetpea getting a tattoo themed after him

Welcome Home, Baby ✨⚪ Jesse comes home

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Cassidy’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Genji Shimada

Late Bloomer (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Genji’s precious beta is actually an omega- one whose heat hits her like a freight train.

Dragon!Genji x Reader ✨⚪ You’re ready to carry your lover’s eggs

Bother ✨⚪ You figured Genji wouldn’t care for a second if your cousin was visiting. As it turned out, he cared very much.

Stay ✨⚪ Genji hasn’t been with anyone since his near death experience. Then you join blackwatch.

Playground You and Genji go to a playground

Kitten Play ✨⚪ Being a well respected professional in your work life is fine and all, but there’s comfort in handing the reins over to someone else.

Genji w/ S/O who struggles with penetration ✨⚪ Tis what it says on the tin

Idol Genji has his own way of wishing you good luck for your concerts- This has unintended consequences.

Hanzo Shimada

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Hanzo’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Sugar ⚠️ You just got cold feet is all

Incorrigible ✨⚪ You’re an incorrigible tease when you want to be.

Hanzo x Reader ✨⚪ You let Hanzo tie you up like a thanksgiving turkey

Candy Hanzo has some concerns about all the reader's candy

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Sombra

Kinktober Day 3 (2018) ✨⚪ Sensory Deprivation | Edgeplay

Aleksandra Zaryanova

Zarya + Chubby!Reader Self love is important, but can be hard

Akande Ogundimu

Phone Etiquette Akande knows how to make a boring business call much more interesting.

See Something You Like? You notice when Akande starts timing his workouts to match with yours.

Wilhelm Reinhardt

Sugar Daddy!Reinhardt Headcanons of sugar daddy Reinhardt

Lucio Correia dos Santos

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Far Cry 5

Jacob Seed

Apex Predator (I) ⚠️�� The Deputy has a secret, and Jacob makes it his mission to bring her to heel

What You Want (I) (II) (III) ⚠️✨🔴»⚫ ✔️ Jacob learns the deputy is his mate and sets out to subdue her

Quality Over Quantity (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Jacob ensures the continuation of the Chosen’s line

Happy ✨⚪ She was content with her place in the middle of the pack. Then Jacob took notice of her.

All Good Things He's been sweet on her ever since she propositioned him back in Missouri

Better Late than Never Pushing 50, Jacob had figured years ago his dreams of a wife and kids weren’t happening

Unrequited ❗❗ Not sure I’ll ever actually finish this- Jacob is in love with the deputy, but marries one of the women in the cult after the deputy marries John

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 8 (2018) ✨⚪ Hate Fucking/Angry Sex | Fisting

Illness The Deputy gets sick in the cages

Can’t Sleep Jacob's insomnia is not new- when the Reader can't sleep, he offers a potential solution

Good With Kids John gives commentary on Jacob's baby-handling skills

“You smell like wet dog” Fluffy one-off where Reader informs Jacob he needs a bath.

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

John Seed

Baptism of Blood ⚠️ John finally has a willing soul to cleanse

Kinktober Day 5 (2018) ⚠️✨⚪ Sadism/Masochism | Blood/Gore

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Joseph Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Faith Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Eli Palmer

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 9 (2018) ✨⚪ Titfucking | Lingerie

Call Of Duty

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon’s Spotify Playlist Don’t ask me for anyone else’s lol. He’s the only one who gets one.

Spoiled ✨⚪ Spoiled the thought flashes across his head. Course it doesn’t help that he’s utterly whipped. He’ll give you anything you ask for just because you want it.

Bonded ❗❗ You and Simon are caught off guard during a mission

SS: Overstim Tis what it says on the tin

John Price

Blind Date John goes on a blind date. It goes well

John Soap MacTavish

Steel Magnolia Soap falls head over heels for the base’s fire breathing preceptor

Character Study: Honey

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Under My Skin Your situationship uncomplicates itself on a rainy night

König

SS: Pregnancy Risk Not only does König not care that it's not safe to finish inside- that's kinda the point.

Platonic Reader + 141

The B.A.G. Coalition You accidentally spill the beans on why Graves can’t get a date

#cod x reader #overwatch x reader #far cry 5 x reader #x reader #my writing

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Week 11 Recs: He's a Magic Man

The Week 11 theme was "He's a Magic Man," or recs featuring the mystical, the magical, the fantastical, and a lot of werewolves, apparently! (If you missed your chance, monsterhuggers, don't worry: we'll have a monster-centric theme when spooky season rolls around!)

Behind the cut, you'll find the recs gathered from the Yeehan community, organized by rating and then alphabetically by title!

Not Rated

What Lies Undone by AsheRhyder [8,117 words]

There are rules to this sort of thing. Not the common sort, made to be broken and bent and outright ignored, but the old kind, made for dealing with dangerous things.

And they are all dangerous things, in Overwatch.

McCree survives by knowing which rules to break and which to obey and when to do the opposite of what he usually does. Dangerous things stay dangerous because they can change - he knows this all too well.

General Audiences

And Time Passed by Tevokkia [4,108 words] Reccer comment: "Sweet and innocent; will make you cry in a good way. Vimeddiee did art for it too"

A small cowboy in a large hat wandered out of the mist one day, and asked a lonely young dragon to be his friend. Such requests hold great weight out on the edge of reality, where the dragon kept his cave. The dragon and the little boy shared secrets and adventures.

And time passed ...

... until the little boy grew up.

Teen and Up

Fool's Gold by leoandlancer [193,940 words] Reccer comment: "I REMEMBERED ANOTHER MONSTERS, DRAMA, & EERIE THINGS BEYOND OUR MORTAL COMPREHENSION"

A vast and powerful dragon hires a surprisingly lethal monster hunter in order to kill an upsettingly big bug. It's not ideal, but they work on it. (Hanzo is pretty sure McCree can kill anything and both of them are trying not to be quite so in love with someone who can and probably will, kill them. Dragon and Monster Hunter AU)

Heartless by AsheRhyder [6,504 words]

Once upon a time, a wicked sorcerer cut out his heart and sealed it away. He hid it in a needle, put the needle in an egg, put the egg in a duck, put the duck inside a rabbit, and put the rabbit in a box on an island at the end of the world. So long as his heart was safe, nothing could kill him. Or so the legends say, anyway. Nowadays, people know what a silly story that was. Nobody bothers with rabbits anymore.

Cole Cassidy has no heart.

Sideshow by Kestrel_sama [5,414 words]

Hanzo manages to steal a night for himself at an American circus. What he finds there is no ordinary freak show.

So Nice to Meet You by fishpoets [9,142 words]

There it was again, something pale that shifted in the shadows - a mass of pure, white fur. Jesse stared. The wolf – for that's what it was, a huge, white wolf, sprawled out in front of the kitchen doors – raised its head, and stared right back.

(Five times Jesse interacts with Hanzo's daemon, plus one)

The Looking Glass by firefly_quill [9,509 words]

Hanzo lives a quiet life in his small magical antiquities shop, just far enough off the beaten-path. Quiet, at least, until Ana arrives with a magic mirror and a request. Modern fantasy AU.

Written for the McHanzo Reverse Bang 2018.

Turn Around, Lie Down (Come Home) by AsheRhyder [17,455 words] Reccer comment: "i loved this werewolf au fic"

In the dark, snow-filled night, a wolf howled.

Run with me. Eat with me. Sleep beside me. Be pack.

Mature

Cast No Shadow by PersonalSpin [46,029 words] Reccer comment: "a HDM-esque daemon AU"

Jesse McCree knows better than to trust a man without a soul. A His Dark Materials AU about things said and unsaid, and those you stay and those who leave.

(Not that kind of demon, this kind of dæmon.)

Death's Best Man by deliciously_devient [Series; WIP; 16,901 words] Reccer comment: "The Death's Best Man series by deliciously_devient is a must. It's one of the first I read when I got into the fandom"

Jesse is fifteen years old when he earns a favor from Death.

Kelp(ie) by Wulpia [5,734 words] Reccer comment: "Achingly poetic"

When biologist Hanzo goes on a trip to a remote reservoir in Scotland to study the flora of a lake there, he finds something far more interesting, ancient, and potentially deadly.

Not Another Moment by Author of Kheios [30,431 words] Reccer 1 comment: "a harry potter au, a small nsfw scene, is a long oneshot and cole is a single dad, mutual pining. Not Another Moment by author of kheois"

Reccer 2 comment: "The OW-HP crossover fic none of knew we needed"

Years ago, Cole retired as the Defense Against Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts to raise a little girl. Now, she's old enough to get accepted, but she dislikes the professor who took his place, and he has to intervene.

Hanzo has heard so many stories about the the man, the myth - nay, the legend - whose post he took at Hogwarts, yet not in a single one of them did anyone say anything about how attractive the Deadeye Cowboy is. But even if the man's daughter didn't hate him for no apparent reason, Hanzo can't afford to fall for someone who would kill him on the spot if he ever found out Hanzo's true nature. So of course, he falls head over heels.

Explicit

All That We Were, Are, and Will Come to Be by Dracoduceus [Series; WIP; 30,894 words]

His instructions were deceptively simple: visit the planet Hanamura and bring back two of the sons of the famous Shimada Clan.

McCree, captain of the Santa Fe and an independent contractor that worked with the Overwatch space station, should have known better than to think that anything about this would go according to plan.

Away by Vimeddiee [29,154 words] Reccer comment: "Light on the magic lore, strong on the feelings"

Hanzo awakens to the feel of grit in his eyes and the crunch of sand between his teeth. This in itself doesn’t rudely force him into consciousness, but the insistent flicking against his nose that he groggily attempts to bat away, does.

“High tide’s coming, you better nap someplace else.”

AKA I wanted to write Cassidy as a slappy boy so I DID.

Call of the Wild by deliciously_devient [Series; 4,712 words] Reccer comment: "Pretty sure the Call of the Wild series is the actual, literal first OW fanfic I read"

The moon is full, and the air is full of....promise.

Clipped Wings by Vashoth [14,631 words] Reccer comment: "possibly the first magic AU I read in this fandom, and the intrigue of it has stuck with me ever since"

Any hunter worth his salt knows that you should take all possible precautions to avoid messing with the Fair Folk. Most of the Fair Folk, however, don't really give a rats ass what precautions are taken and delight in messing with anything unlucky enough to get within arms reach.

Or: Hanzo is in way over his head and Jesse is loving it.

Dangerous Phases by Vrunka [13,593 words]

There are eight phases in a moon cycle. Eight phases in thirty days. And then it repeats. Over and over. Hanzo Shimada never really saw a reason to care. The moon comes, the moon goes. Hanzo Shimada also never really saw himself getting into an explicit sexual relationship with a werewolf. But well...these things do happen.

The Epic and Wondrous Tale of the Librarian and the Demon Hunter by annella [47,403 words] Reccer comment: "Hands-down one of the best AUs I've ever read, and I want desperately for the author to turn it into a series of books"

Jesse's got a pretty good job as the librarian in a magical library. He spends his days cataloguing, tracking down rare titles, fixing up the occasional spell gone awry, and dealing with the smoke monster in the basement.

Then Hanzo Shimada, Demon Hunter, shows up to turn his world upside down.

Freedom's a Funny Thing by robocryptid [4,940 words] Reccer comment: "a deliciously unnerving trickster Cassidy with a side of sex magic"

Once a year, magician Hanzo must perform a ritual to bind the dragon spirits to himself. This year, something about the ritual doesn't quite go right, and he summons a trickster along with the dragons. Now he's stuck with the stowaway until he can figure out how to dismiss him. Luckily Cassidy seems mostly benign, if irritating and predisposed to dressing as a cowboy.

—

Originally for the Myth//Legend zine, but now with a couple bonus scenes. Consider this the director’s cut.

Ghost Stories on Route 66 by Nagaina [210,058 words] Reccer comment: "Monsters, drama, & eerie things beyond our mortal comprehension."

Hanzo Shimada is an expatriate student of the Fine Arts, attending college in what he assumes to be a reasonably sedate corner of the American southwest. Jesse McCree is an occasionally leather-clad NPS ranger whose duties extend somewhat further than shooing lost tourists back onto the clearly marked hiking trails. Something weird is going on in the desert south of Santa Fe and their lives unexpectedly come together in the middle of it.

In the Woods Somewhere by CorvidFightClub [WIP; 3,946 words]

Hanzo has spent years of his life a captive werewolf, fighting in underground dogfights for a master that values his ability to kill and nothing else. One night he's stolen from the back of a transport van and wakes somewhere new.

A small farm in the woods somewhere.

[The Big Long E-Rated Version of the fic of the same title I wrote for the Rising Moon Fanzine.]

Licensed to Slaughter by ChillieBean [16,910 words] Reccer comment: "ChillieBean's "Licensed To Slaughter" (explicit, 16K words) features vampire Hanzo and werewolf Cassidy caught in the midst of a small-town murder mystery. It has a great plot and is excellently written. 10000000/10!"

Hanzo, an author who is struggling with his murder mystery draft, decides to move across the United States, trading the bustling city for quiet mountain life for inspiration.

Little does he know that he lands right in the middle of a real-life murder mystery and is suspect number one.

Never Saw it Coming by Kestrel_sama [WIP; 12,794 words] Reccer comment: "a cute modern-with-magic AU"

Fortune-telling was just supposed to be a way to make some money for Genji's business. It was easy enough with the dragons whispering secrets in his ears, and the outfit certainly helped bring in customers. But it was a skeptic named Jesse McCree who turned everything on it's head.

Possess by sciencefictioness [3,978 words] Reccer comment: "This week's theme covers half my bookmarks, but this is the first story that came to mind."

Jesse closes his eyes and he is not at home anymore.

He is not alone.

Jesse is in a large, open room with a high ceiling full of exposed wooden beams and what looks like straw mats spread out on the floor. Some of the walls are solid, others are made of paper. Words come to Jesse to unbidden like memories that aren’t his own. Dojo. Tatami. Shoji. The characters on the pillars are kanji.

Jesse is in Japan. Parts of him, anyway.

There are people lingering along the edges of the room. There are two figures in the center, one of them older with his eyes flashing eerie red, black hair greying at his temples. In front of him is a boy about Jesse’s age— seventeen. Eighteen, maybe. He’s kneeling with his eyes downcast, long hair pulled up into a messy bun, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His clothes are hanging down off his left shoulder to expose an intricate tattoo, dragons and storm clouds and lightning in blue and grey and gold.

He’s beautiful like nothing Jesse has ever seen, a tangle of contradictions. He looks delicate.

He looks powerful.

He’s breathtaking and he’s afraid and oh, fuck.

He’s Jesse’s.

Resonant by sciencefictioness [6,473 words] Reccer comment: "Resonant by sciencefictioness is pretty sexy"

The table seems endless stretched between them; polished wood, incense filling the room with smoke, ceremonial cups of sake. Jesse stares across the length of it, his gaze locked on Hanzo with an intensity usually reserved for the hunt, except he’s never been interested in any prey the way he is now; voraciously.

Savagely.

Teeth curve long out of his jaw, and his body rolls into the half-shift all on its own. Ears pricked, tail sprouting from the base of his spine, eyes lit up red. Hanzo is doing no better.

His eyes are black, pupils blown wide, nothing but a thin ring of gold set in an impossibly dark sclera. Jesse watches Hanzo’s horns lengthen, watches his claws extend. Watches his cheeks turn red, even more pronounced against the blue of his skin.

Everything goes sideways, as Jesse always expected it would.

It just doesn’t go sideways the way he expected.

Jesse had been ready for a fight.

Survival Instinct by mataglap [36,482 words] Reccer 1 comment: "OH, ha, also monsters, drama, & eerie things beyond our mortal comprehension"

Reccer 2 comment: "Survival Instinct, by mataglap, is one I've read multiple times"

Cassidy takes a new monster hunting contract. It's pretty decent as contracts go: the pay is good, the perks even better, and he's got two competent companions to fight at his side when the monsters come.

Then a third companion arrives and ruins everything.

Watcher in the Woods by Kalikuks [84,072 words] Reccer 1 comment: "Kali does a lot of monster and magic/fantasy fics, but if I can only choose one, this is it"

Reccer 2 comment: ""Watcher in the Woods" by Kalikuks 🥰 (explicit, old name for Cass) Blind Hanzo and eldrich being Cassidy. Buckle up cause is a long one with sequels!❤️"

Hanzo gets the uncanny feeling that he’s being towered over and instinctually tips his head up, even if he sees nothing.

“You can’t see me,” a deep honeyed voice rumbles from above, a good few feet above, Hanzo guesses.

“I—“

Hanzo’s reply is drowned out when the hunting party crashes through the foliage behind him and the screaming begins.

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AU Where Hanzo is Blind and Jesse is an eldritch being of sorts that drives men mad when they look upon him. They fall in love.

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And that's it for the Week 11 recs! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a recommendation.

If you happen to find a fic you love using this rec list, be sure to leave the author kudos and a comment! Even "I found this fic because someone recced it" is a lovely thing to say.

Come back next time for Week 12: "Simple Pleasures," or all the smutty PWPs your heart desires.

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 10 recs here, or check the full list of past and future themes here.

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gazelessmenagerie · 8 months

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( hOW MANY MORE STUPID BASTARDS AM I GONNA PULL BACK FROM MY BEFORE YEARS? )

.......So i had a Jesse McCree muse back in way yonder but he was entirely based on the Van Helsing skin during Halloween... and I basially had him be a werewolf hunter who was Also cursed to be a werewolf during a hunt gone awry. Pretty much lifted from Van Helsing (2004) bc its one of my all time favorites and i have no shame. )

( ...thinking about getting him back and i need someone to tell me no. )

#|| Tag: OOC #( i blame my discord buddy for reminding me. )

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태꾹˚₊· 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ♡੭

info:

✧ headcanon / ✦ oneshot/longfic

♥︎ fluffy / ♡ angst

☆ alternative universe/holidays special / ★ nsfw/mature themes

ⓘ trigger warning

태꾹˚₊· 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 ♡੭

Brigitte & Sombra with an S/O who slapped their butt and left cute love notes ( ✧ / ♥︎ )

*Reunion 2.0 · McCree x Fem!Reader ( ✦ / ♥︎ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up ⌕ temporarily out for re-writing

Reaper with an Fem!Reader cheering him up on Christmas ( ♡ / ☆ / ♥︎ )

Fluff/SFW Alphabet + Widowmaker ( ♥︎ / ✦ / ✧ )

McCree with an Brazilian!Reader ( ✧ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

Deadlock!McCree x Fem!Reader ft. Ashe ( ✦ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

McCree with an French!Reader ( ✧ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

Mercy x Fem!Reader who have broken the leg ( ♡ / ✦ )

Lúcio x Fem!Reader on a summer night ( ☆ / ✦ )

Ana, Moira & Pharah + cuddles headcanons ( ✧ )

McCree and GN!Reader on New Years ( ✧ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up

*Wet & Warm · Werewolf!McCree x Mermaid!Reader ( ✦ / ♥︎ ) · Cole Cassidy version coming up ⌕ temporarily out for re-writing

Kiriko NSFW headcanons ( ✧ / ★ )

Fluff/SFW Alphabet + Genji ( ♥︎ / ✦ / ✧ )

ⓘ sidenote: all of these posts, from the oldest to the newest, are on current editing process because I wrote all of them in my mother language (Brazilian Portuguese) and translate to English (yet now I'm learing how to write directly on English) but most of them are an ridiculous mess + I was new on posting on tumblr so please, do not mind. My writing is not that messy and cringy, it's just my translating 💀

태꾹˚₊· 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝘆 ♡੭

Angels/Half-angels in DMC Universe ( ✧ )

Kiss from a Rose · Dante x Fem!Reader ( ☆ / ♥︎ )

Confessions features Alcohol (Sometimes) · Dante x GN!Reader ( ♥︎ / ✦ )

Sugarcoating · Dante x Fem!Reader ( ✦ )

Dante with a Cowboy Devil Hunter S/O ( ✧ )

Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O ( ✧ )

태꾹˚₊· 𝗯𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 ♡੭

Nightime Mooncakes · Bayonetta x Fem!Reader ( ♥︎ / ✦ )

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Downfall: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Chapter 1: The Moon

This Chapter Contains: Oral Sex, Hand Jobs

“A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.” ~ The Howling

The stench of sweat and blood from cracked noses and bruised fingers radiating off of working bodies can wrinkle anyone's nose. Even Jesse's. The stench of the training room may have clung to the insides of his nose, but the stench of being in a notorious gang made Jesse's nose its forever home. Even when he's staring down Reinhardt's monstrous form before him, he could still smell out the haunting reminders of living on Route 66. Dust caring everything, the scent of roadkill being pecked at by vultures, rusting iron of the old diner and even older gas station no longer in use. Hell, the gang members smelled worse than the locker rooms in Overwatch.

But even as Reinhardt towered him even from across the wrestling mat, he longed to be back in his bedroom he shared with you. The warm candles you both had snuck in from your journeys that definitely aren't up to Blackwatch standards. He wished to smell the freshly washed flannel blankets, the soft powdery scents helped ease his aches brought on by training regimens.

It was almost laughable how fast Jesse went down against the giant German man. As soon as Strike Commander Morrison blew the shrill whistle the big man practically trampled poor Jesse, big muscular arms the size of which dwarfs Reinhardt's head wrapped around Jesse and pinned him to the wrestling mat.

Jesse wheezed as the giant squished him to the dirty blue mat, getting a face full of a sweaty, hairy chest. He didn't even have time to react to the man above him, so he laid there and waited for Morrison and Reyes to take mercy on him.

The whistle shrieked once more, and with that, Reinhardt removed himself from Jesse's poor squished body and boasted a loud bark of confident laughter at his victory despite Reinhardt being three times the size of McCree.

Upon being released from his sweaty and hairy jail, McCree sat up with a gasp and coughed harshly, his ribcage no longer being crushed by the giant, and took in the humid air surrounding him in the training room.

Commander Reyes barked out a laugh of his own, not as loud or as long as Reinhardt’s. Jesse shot a short glare towards his commander who just playfully scoffed and scribbled down something on the notepad he plopped down on a spare metal crate.

“Come on McCree, can't you beat Reinhardt?” the Blackwatch Commander laughed.

Jesse clicked his tongue and scoffed light, looking away from his commander to his comrade Genji who was watching him fail, boredom lingered in his cybernetic eyes. Genji only shrugged slightly to the cowboy still sitting on the wrestling mat trying to catch his breath.

“Bah,” Reinhardt boomed, “all he needs is fine German bodybuilding!” he boasted.

Jesse suddenly yelped as he was pulled to his feet by his collar, two of Reinhardt’s gigantic fingers had curled into his collar of his standard issue Blackwatch training gear to lift him off the ground.

“‘M fine!” he huffed, wiping the sweat off of him, gagging on the inside as most of it came from the giant before him.

“Well then, if you’re fine McCree, you can go again against Reinhardt,” Reyes cocked a grin.

Jesse glared at his boss, ruffling a hand through his hair to not make it look like he was just flattened by a giant. Before he knew what hit him, Morrison blew the shrill whistle once more and the giant German knight came barreling at poor Jesse, pinning him to the stale blue wrestling mat once again.

With a glorious flop, the bed bounced under Jesse’s sudden weight with a few squeaks, a low groan radiating from the back of Jesse’s throat. He just wanted to melt into the sheets and never return. The soft flannel drank up his sweat like vampires, the mattress softer than furs under his bulky weight, the light scents of cleanliness easing some of the pain his nose had just gone through.

A soft chuckle stirred his eyes open just a bit, honey brown eyes peering up from their hiding spots in the sheets to see what made the sound. His eyes roamed the room just a bit only to land on the door to the bathroom occupied by the figure of the love of his life.

"Bad day, cowboy?" you purred, leaning against the metal door frame.

The way the sun filtered in through the small bathroom window behind you, illuminating your lovely figure with a golden glow. It made his stomach twist in heated knots; and, if he was being honest, made him feel tingles in all the right places.

"You know it, pumpkin," he sighed.

His large hands fisted the sheets, knuckles curling against soft red and black flannel.

You slowly walked up to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, looking down to see Jesse's half exposed face. Your eyebrows pinched upwards in amusement.

"I heard Reinhardt flattened you quite a lot earlier from Genji. Four times, was it?" Jesse groaned against the sheets much to your amusement. "Is there something I can do to help you, handsome?" you purred lightly.

Jesse froze for a moment when you gently placed a hand on one of his toned biceps, a light shiver running down his still heated spine before he realized what you meant. He pushed himself up by his elbows and laid on his side so he can actually get a good look at you.

You had just gotten out of the shower, your hair still slightly sparkling with water droplets. A silk bathrobe had been tied tightly around you, leaving little to the imagination. He could eye the curve of your breasts, the tie showing the dips of your waist. Just the sight of you made him stir even more.

"You can take care of me, darlin'." There was a slight growl in his voice. He rolled to lay on his back, groaning as he felt his back ache from the day's labors. "Take care of me nice an' good, yeah pumpkin?"

You smiled softly, guiding your hand up his bicep to his broad chest where your fingers traced over the perky muscle of his pectorals beneath the gray t-shirt. He saw your eyes glint with lust as you kept eye contact with his chest, at how the t-shirt is just a big too snug around his chest and framed everything right, hugged all of the right curves and straight edges of muscle.

You playfully glanced back at his face. The look in your eyes sent a tingle from his neck all the way down his spine.

He groaned gently as he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, tenting in his uniform sweatpants.

“We both know you’re being sent out on a little scouting mission in a few hours,” you purred.

“Yeah,” Jesse pressed, “hours, darlin’. Hours. We got time.”

“So we do.”

Jesse groaned in the cavity of his mouth, lips pressed in a straight line. While your one hand occupied him by tracing unknown shapes into his muscular chest, little did he realize your other hand had traced his body along the sheets slowly until you had gotten down to his groin. You had firmly cupped your hand around his tenting erection and squeezed gently at the tight material. Jesse let out a louder groan, lips parting as his head leaned back against the blankets bundled up beneath his head.

He felt you feeling his erecting cock right beneath his pants and boxers, fingertips feeling at all the right places almost as if you knew what to do down to the very last stroke.

“Darlin’, please,” he begged, “I need ya.”

He was starting to sound breathless. One of his hands came to grasp at your waist as the other fisted the sheets until his knuckles were white.

“What do you want me to do to you, Jesse,” you cooed innocently. You dug your fingertips into the waistband of the sweatpants, your hand no longer cupping at his erection. “Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to stroke you until you cum?”

Jesse whined at your words. His eyes squeezed shut, grit his teeth.

“Yes,” he moaned.

You slowly peel down the sweatpants, Jesse even lifted his ass up in the air for just a brief moment to allow you to pull down his sweatpants until they bunched at his knees as the hem of Jesse’s shirt had curled up just a bit, revealing the line of dark chocolate hair traveling up from his boxers. You couldn’t help yourself as you chuckled lightly, it was music to Jesse’s ears.

“Lifting your ass in the air just to get your pants off, Jesse? Someone’s horny.”

"Darlin' please," he crooned.

He looked at you with his puppy brown eyes, pleading. He knew you couldn't say no to his eyes.

Your fingertips gently grazed his happy trail, fingernails lightly scratching right above the hem of his boxers. You could see his erection pressing against the plaid design of his boxers. You lowered a hand back down to his erection and palmed him through the fabric until you had finally peeled down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free, already erect.

Jesse suddenly gasped, head curling back into the bunched up sheets. You had placed your lips over the head of his cock only to pop it out. You had licked at the head of his cock for God knows how long, little kitten licks swirling around his head until you had slowly started taking more and more of his cock with every thrust of your head. Jesse cursed under his shaking breath, fingers twitching around the blankets as he fisted them. God, he wanted to bury a hand in your hair just to keep your pretty head right where it was, to have his dick buried in the warm and wet cavity of your mouth. God, how you circled his dick with your tongue had him seeing stars.

He craned his neck up just a bit to see you hunched over his groin, lips wrapped around his thick cock, your eyes gazing up and into his eyes. It sent a shiver down his spine. He groaned and hissed between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut so hard he saw swirls of purple and green in the black void.

You had cupped his balls, gently squeezing them every time you had slowly craned your head down the length of his cock, softly massaging them in small circles. With how warm your hands were from the shower and how hot and wet the cave of your mouth is, he cursed under his breath when he felt the coils in his gut start to turn tighter and tighter until they were starting to feel white hot. His cock twitched in your mouth and he knew you had felt it. He gazed down again at you to see you take him in your mouth again, lips slowly lowering on his shaft until your nose gently brushed up against his tight abdomen.

Jesse was openly moaning by this point, propping himself up a bit by his elbows to watch you better.

Your fingers curled around his balls were working a little faster, massaging them firmly, only making Jesse groan and ache with need and want to cum all over your pretty face and have his seed paint your mouth white.

Jesse shouted as he came, trying to silence himself by biting his tongue. Hot seed spurted into your mouth as he climaxed, your lips still wrapped around the head of his cock until you finally pulled away. As Jesse leaned back against his arms, he hissed when your lips finally parted from him, a trail of saliva breaking quickly. He saw his milky seed drip from your lower lip, milky white over the nude of your lips before your tongue rolled over for the little beads left.

Jesse’s cheeks were ablaze, his chest aching slightly from how fast he was breathing, his head swimming in pure lust and love for you. All he wanted to do was to flip you over onto the mattress and fuck you until you could only cry out his name. He wanted to be tangled in the sheets with you all day, the mission he was being deployed on was only a little thought at the back of his mind. The sheets drank up the sweat on his skin, sticking to his sweaty body like glue

He shivered when he felt your fingers drift back down to his cock still tingling with a little life. Fingertips danced lightly on his slicked shaft, still glistening with your saliva and whatever of his milky cum you didn’t swallow. Your fingers curled into a ring around his cock, slowly gliding up and down his slick dick, occasionally squeezing the head and base of his cock to spring more life back into it. Jesse groaned as he felt his cock twitch again, prickling with new hopes of climaxing all over your pretty face that you had just washed.

Your other hand had gone to his abdomen, pushing up the bottom hem of his shirt to reveal his stomach and the light defines of his abs. He wasn’t all jacked up like Reinhardt and he wasn’t too soft, he was just right in your eyes.

As you stroked his cock, you had also traced the light definition of his abs, fingers rising softly and dipping down on tanned flesh, admiring his body. You traced the little scars he had gotten from his life of crime to being a hero, mostly bullets grazing him or little burn scars from cigarettes.

Jesse felt his stomach flutter at how soft you were being right now compared to just a few minutes ago where he swore you were trying to suck the soul right out of his cock. He laid there and looked up at you sitting over him, admiring how you looked into his eyes all sweet-like now.

He felt little twinges and twitches stirring his cock, his eyes fluttering at the knowledge that he was going to become all unraveled once again and it hadn’t been too long after he just came in your mouth and down your throat.

Just how gentle you were being was driving him crazy, he fisted the poor sweaty sheets as he panted loudly, your name spilling from his mouth, pleading with you to let him cum again.

You kept up a steady pace, softly jerking him off spurred on by the little pearls of milky white cum that beaded out from the tip of his dick. He needed to cum, he needed you to make him cum.

This time he came with a soft moan, head leaned back against the sheets as he felt your hand let go. He felt the sticky drips of cum fall on his stomach and knew it had gotten on your hands.

You had leaned down, nosing his broad chest down to his abdomen now coated lightly in his cum. Jesse shivered when he felt your tongue lick up a strip from his gut, your warm tongue on his cool and sticky gut felt so nice, it had him seeing stars. You had dug your fingertips into his sides to support yourself, Jesse felt like he was going to cum just from touch alone.

“We should get you cleaned up,” you sat up on his lap. “After all, you are being deployed in a bit.”

“We got time, darlin’,” Jesse grunted, fingertips digging deeper into your bare hips. “You offerin’ to help me?”

“Always.”

Jesse hoisted you up without another word, a shrill laugh erupting from you as he clapped a hand over your ass, carrying you right back into the bathroom.

Jesse watched you from his place on the transport right in front of the wide open doors. You were standing next to Lena waving the small Blackwatch team goodbye, the sun maybe around midday should Jesse consult his watch. The transport was huge, it was meant to get them from the base in Switzerland to a small Overwatch base somewhere in the eastern United States to get them the rest of the way to the west. He honestly didn’t remember what the mission was for exactly, and he didn’t care to get his ass reamed by Reyes for not paying attention or for the terror that was asking Genji or Moira. Jesse gave a single glance over to Genji once more, thinking it over once more on asking him, only to decide against it at the last minute once more seeing the ninja settle into his own little corner of the transport, already attempting to find the energy to try and meditate, blocking out the idiocy of the people surrounding him.

Jesse looked back towards you and saw you wave again, a slight smile still on your face. Lena was still next to you, this time talking to someone nearby with a bright smile.

Only you two knew of the markings painted under Jesse’s standard unit transport gear; Consisting of Blackwatch-Issued military jacket and cargo pants, boots and his gray t-shirt from earlier. All of the hickies and scratches and bruises now forming purples and yellows on his tanned skin hidden behind the same gray shirt from earlier.

“McCree!” Reyes barked, sending the poor cowboy to jump out of fear. “Get your ass in here!”

Jesse gave you one last wink goodbye before the transport doors closed in front of him and the ramp had retracted in.

Jesse turned back around to face the commander who was already wrangling a pile of folders in his arms, trying to sort through them as he stumbled towards the small table off to the side of the transport’s main room. Jesse felt the rumble of the transport coming to life under his feet, and not too long after, the roar of engines, and soon flight.

“Get over here the three of you,” Commander Reyes muttered, turning back fully towards the table to see Moira already there. Even the commander jumped slightly from her being there. “The two of you,” he corrected himself.

Jesse shivered along with his boss at the "good doctor" and her behavior. She always moved like a specter, a ghost of some sorts, freely and loosely yet rigid and strict under hard discipline of her upbringing. Jesse didn't know too much of her life, all he knew was that she was the type of kid to probably destroy an ant hill with a magnifying glass or something. He knew she liked to watch people squirm and tick, and this mission was no different. He had also heard rumors from Overwatch members that she used to work at a university somewhere in the Oasis, a Utopian amongst other universities, she was apparently fired and kicked off the campus for inhumane experimentation with the use of the university’s equipment… But he could never find out anything else.

He heard Genji's all too quiet footsteps, the ninja still needing to get used to the fake attachments from his knees and below, the hard alloy making up his feet always lightly tipping and tapping with every light footstep. He felt the presence of the ninja next to him before Jesse saw him out of the corner of his eye. The ninja always looked so stern and serious, bushy black eyebrows always arched and eyes narrowing at the slightest of things that could annoy him.

"Now that you all are here, it's time to go over all of the details just in case some of you," all three threw sharp gazes at Jesse, "may have forgotten some of the slight details."

McCree paid them no mind as always and eyed the table as Reyes slapped down one folder and peeled it open. Inside were some papers, but it was mostly loose pictures. Some were paperclipped to little notecards. Reyes pointed to one photo, it seemed to be a drone captured image of a little metal building surrounded by wet foliage.

“Sources tell us there’s a small Talon base deep in the woods near Washington’s coastline. Overwatch drones in the area picked up these images of their supposed base, and it seems like they’re still there. Last known activity was when a single hover-truck went into the building,” Reyes pushed forward another photo of said truck, “and never came out.” Reyes moved the third picture to the center. “Conveniently, there is to be a transport escorted by United States officials from an unknown government-owned building. It’s possible it might be coming from a Washington arms factory nearby since they claim to have invented a new kind of energy weapon.” The photo was of the factory, doors sealed tight and lights all around as if it were a prison in the sleepy, rainy depths of Washington.

“Our job is to only scout and try to find out information. No hostile contact as it can render this mission a failure. Should something happen, a small team of Overwatch agents stationed nearby will help us. We cannot risk anything going wrong.” Reyes shuffled folders out from under his arm. “You each will have a folder with your orders. Follow them. Spend the entire transport there to learn what you all have to do.”

Genji had gotten the thickest of the folders as he normally does. Being a trained ninja nearly all of his life would get you positions like that. Moira had gotten the next, average, yet surprisingly not as full as the folders normally are; No doubt her role as the medic for the team was to watch out for the Overwatch team should something happen. Jesse was handed out last, his folder thin. Thinner than usual and it even had him cocking an eyebrow as he opened his folder.

There were a few pages, but what stuck out most wasa sticky note right in the center of the first page, Reyes’ handwriting bold and loud in black permanent marker. ‘Don’t Rush In’ was ordered on the little note. The papers were mostly explaining to stay by Reyes’ side and watch his back should any Talon agents be around, but to mostly be the muscle should shit hit the fan. His usual orders at that.

“Read up and rest up. We have a long night ahead of us,” Reyes commanded.

The soldier turned on his heel and marched off to his own little makeshift office he conducted out of a pretty large cleaning closet. Moira had stalked off to the medical bay below deck and Genji had moved back to his own corner to read, leaving Jesse standing there in the open room, only the sound of the transport cutting through the air at dangerous speeds filling his ears. Jesse had simply decided to try and follow orders, sitting down in a nearby chair and plopping the folder open to read, however, his eyes only caught a few things as the rest were just a buzz in the back of his head.

‘Location: Unknown. Expected around 150 miles West of Seattle.’

‘Occupancy: Fully Occupied. Expected Crew Size: Unknown. Drone Estimates - 46 Members.’

‘Reason For Mission: Possible Robbery of Dangerous Weapons.’

‘Overwatch has administered a team of 22 agents from the North West region of the United States to aid in this mission should something go wrong. The team will be stationed 2 miles south of the targeted area.’

‘Take prisoners if needed.’

The last one stuck with Jesse for a second, briefly remembering his time sitting handcuffed to a metal table, half naked as his shirt was missing and freezing from how cold the room had been kept. He was sporting a bruised cheek and his wrists burned from where he pulled at the handcuffs to try and free himself as if he were a wild animal. He remembered how Reyes looked at him like he was his own son who told the principal to shove it, how Morrison looked at him as a dangerous dog who needed to be put out in the cold. Jesse shivered, he never wanted to go to a time like that.

And when he had first met you. You were just walking down the same hallway as him, all dressed up in your Overwatch uniform wrestling with papers and folders in your arms until you had accidentally dropped them, the pages scattering all over the floor. He had helped you, picking up the pages until your hands had accidentally touched. He remembered that blush on your cheeks, hell, even his cheeks were flaming. He remembered how you stuttered out a little ‘Thank you’ and hurried off to some boring meeting, all nervous like a high-schooler.

Jesse has failed to realize he had spaced out until he suddenly realized Genji’s presence before him, the ninja sitting across from him in the opposite seat. His red eyes narrowed at Jesse, but not in annoyance or anger.

“Do you feel something off about this?” his words cut cleanly.

Jesse cocked a brow.

“What d’ya mean by that?”

“Something does not sit well with me about this mission. I do not know why.”

Jesse mulled over Genji’s words for a moment until he saw a figure in the stairway to the lower deck of the transport. Lo and behold, it was Moira’s lanky figure walking towards the two, her folder held carefully open between her hands as she continued to read. Her face was painted in confusion.

As much as Jesse avoided and hated speaking to her, he couldn’t help his own curiosity.

“Somethin’ wrong with you?” he questioned her.

Moira didn’t even look up from her folder, just walked up to the table the two men were sitting at and placed down her folder. She pointed a long nail at a bullet point.

“Was this in either one of your folders?”

Jesse looked down at what her nail was pointing at.

‘Overwatch agents reported a loose, large dog-like wild animal nearby the suspected Talon outpost. Suspected animal is supposedly responsible for the destruction of one Overwatch drone.’

Jesse peeled open his folder once more to look as Genji shook his head.

“Not mine, either,” Jesse mumbled.

“Strange,” the doctor noted, picking her folder back up. “And there isn’t any note of us capturing it or if Talon seems to be looking for it in my notes.”

“Reyes probably has to deal with it then.”

“Then why wouldn’t he inform either of you? Why leave a note in my folder only?”

Jesse glanced back over to the ninja who eyed him back warily.

Over the next few hours, silence hung over the three like a lead ball. Reyes had yet to come out of his makeshift office, almost as if he knew he would be questioned by his crew. The door remained locked tightly from the inside, neither one of them had a key. They had refueled somewhere in the middle of God fucking nowhere Ohio and were already sweeping through the air westward.

“What animal could it’ve been they saw?” Jesse popped the question.

For the past few hours they were mostly talking of Talon and why they would maybe have a deadly animal - most likely genetically engineered or mutated - and why it may have gotten out.

“Washington has quite a few large mammals,” Moira pointed out. “Bears, coyotes, bobcats, wolves,” she counted on her long boney fingers.

“Thought wolves were drawn out and hunted,” Jesse lit a cigarette.

“Around 2050, yes, but they’ve been reintroducing them like they did nearly a century ago. What I don’t get is why it also states that it took down a drone from Overwatch. Wolves don’t do that by nature. So unless it’s trained by Talon, I don’t see why one would-”

The door to Reyes’ “office” opened up finally just as the speakers above them read out coordinates of their dropping area, but mostly-

“Welcome to Washington State,” Fio stated robotically.

“You all read your folders, I assume,” Reyes deadpanned at the mess of papers and photos scattered on the table.

“When were you gonna tell us that there were giant wolves or bears runnin’ around the woods? When one would try and eat us?” Jesse stood up.

“Relax, McCree. It was only supposed sightings, nothing confirmed. Besides, you’re not the scientist aboard this transport.”

“The drone-”

“It was ‘supposedly’ destroyed. It could have been Talon, it could have been a bear getting it. Who knows. There is no video recordings of it, and it didn’t go down in or around the Talon base so it’s fine by me.”

Jesse’s nose twitched with anger from Reyes’ dismissal of the whole situation, but there was little that he could do or say to change Reyes’ mind.

The engines roared suddenly, weight pulling at Jesse’s knees for only a moment as gears and engines hissed at the sudden stop and gentle fall. There was a loud beeping, the lights above the transport door glowed red for only a moment.

“Blackwatch-” the doors opened and the ramp slowly extended out until it buried itself in the wet ground, “-welcome to Washington.”

Jesse looked over his shoulder to the outside. He winced at the sudden biting cold wind, jaw unhinged a bit at the sight of pure wilderness right outside of the transport.

The woods before him were dark, large and looming trees had grown taller, mountains only climbing higher. But what caught his eye was the moon hanging full and bright in the sky, partially covered by dark clouds and fog.

For a moment, Jesse wished under his breath that he was back in his room with you, snuggled up in the warm blankets in the afterglow, mindlessly loving each other.

Something cold and heavy sat in the pit of his stomach as he was blinded by the full moon over Washington.

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lemontreefrog · 1 year

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Basically Werewolf Mccree & Nekoma Genji

#mcgenji #cassigen

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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

CHAPTER 1: THE MOON

This Chapter Contains: Oral Sex, Hand Jobs

“A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.” ~ The Howling

The stench of sweat and blood from cracked noses and bruised fingers radiating off of working bodies can wrinkle anyone’s nose. Even Cole’s. The stench of the training room may have clung to the insides of his nose, but the stench of being in a notorious gang made Cole’s nose its forever home. Even when he’s staring down Reinhardt’s monstrous form before him, he could still smell out the haunting reminders of living on Route 66. Dust caring everything, the scent of roadkill being pecked at by vultures, rusting iron of the old diner and even older gas station no longer in use. Hell, the gang members smelled worse than the locker rooms in Overwatch.

But even as Reinhardt towered him even from across the wrestling mat, he longed to be back in his bedroom he shared with you. The warm candles you both had snuck in from your journeys that definitely aren’t up to Blackwatch standards. He wished to smell the freshly washed flannel blankets, the soft powdery scents helped ease his aches brought on by training regimens.

It was almost laughable how fast Cole went down against the giant German man. As soon as Strike Commander Morrison blew the shrill whistle the big man practically trampled poor Cole, big muscular arms the size of which dwarfs Reinhardt’s head wrapped around Cole and pinned him to the wrestling mat.

Cole wheezed as the giant squished him to the dirty blue mat, getting a face full of a sweaty, hairy chest. He didn’t even have time to react to the man above him, so he laid there and waited for Morrison and Reyes to take mercy on him.

The whistle shrieked once more, and with that, Reinhardt removed himself from Cole’s poor squished body and boasted a loud bark of confident laughter at his victory despite Reinhardt being three times the size of Cassidy.

Upon being released from his sweaty and hairy jail, Cassidy sat up with a gasp and coughed harshly, his ribcage no longer being crushed by the giant, and took in the humid air surrounding him in the training room.

Commander Reyes barked out a laugh of his own, not as loud or as long as Reinhardt’s. Cole shot a short glare towards his commander who just playfully scoffed and scribbled down something on the notepad he plopped down on a spare metal crate.

“Come on Cassidy, can’t you beat Reinhardt?” the Blackwatch Commander laughed.

Cole clicked his tongue and scoffed light, looking away from his commander to his comrade Genji who was watching him fail, boredom lingered in his cybernetic eyes. Genji only shrugged slightly to the cowboy still sitting on the wrestling mat trying to catch his breath.

“Bah,” Reinhardt boomed, “all he needs is fine German bodybuilding!” he boasted.

Cole suddenly yelped as he was pulled to his feet by his collar, two of Reinhardt’s gigantic fingers had curled into his collar of his standard issue Blackwatch training gear to lift him off the ground.

“‘M fine!” he huffed, wiping the sweat off of him, gagging on the inside as most of it came from the giant before him.

“Well then, if you’re fine Cassidy, you can go again against Reinhardt,” Reyes cocked a grin.Cole glared at his boss, ruffling a hand through his hair to not make it look like he was just flattened by a giant. Before he knew what hit him, Morrison blew the shrill whistle once more and the giant German knight came barreling at poor Cole, pinning him to the stale blue wrestling mat once again.

With a glorious flop, the bed bounced under Cole’s sudden weight with a few squeaks, a low groan radiating from the back of Cole’s throat. He just wanted to melt into the sheets and never return. The soft flannel drank up his sweat like vampires, the mattress softer than furs under his bulky weight, the light scents of cleanliness easing some of the pain his nose had just gone through.

“Bad day, cowboy?” you purred, leaning against the metal door frame.

“You know it, pumpkin,” he sighed.

His large hands fisted the sheets, knuckles curling against soft red and black flannel.

You slowly walked up to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, looking down to see Cole’s half exposed face. Your eyebrows pinched upwards in amusement.

“I heard Reinhardt flattened you quite a lot earlier from Genji. Four times, was it?” Cole groaned against the sheets much to your amusement. “Is there something I can do to help you, handsome?” you purred lightly.

Cole froze for a moment when you gently placed a hand on one of his toned biceps, a light shiver running down his still heated spine before he realized what you meant. He pushed himself up by his elbows and laid on his side so he can actually get a good look at you.

“You can take care of me, darlin’.” There was a slight growl in his voice. He rolled to lay on his back, groaning as he felt his back ache from the day’s labors. “Take care of me nice an’ good, yeah pumpkin?”

You playfully glanced back at his face. The look in your eyes sent a tingle from his neck all the way down his spine.

He groaned gently as he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, tenting in his uniform sweatpants.

“We both know you’re being sent out on a little scouting mission in a few hours,” you purred.

“Yeah,” Cole pressed, “hours, darlin’. Hours. We got time.”

“So we do.”

Cole groaned in the cavity of his mouth, lips pressed in a straight line. While your one hand occupied him by tracing unknown shapes into his muscular chest, little did he realize your other hand had traced his body along the sheets slowly until you had gotten down to his groin. You had firmly cupped your hand around his tenting erection and squeezed gently at the tight material. Cole let out a louder groan, lips parting as his head leaned back against the blankets bundled up beneath his head.

He felt you feeling his erecting cock right beneath his pants and boxers, fingertips feeling at all the right places almost as if you knew what to do down to the very last stroke.

“Darlin’, please,” he begged, “I need ya.”

He was starting to sound breathless. One of his hands came to grasp at your waist as the other fisted the sheets until his knuckles were white.

“What do you want me to do to you, Cole,” you cooed innocently. You dug your fingertips into the waistband of the sweatpants, your hand no longer cupping at his erection. “Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to stroke you until you cum?”

Cole whined at your words. His eyes squeezed shut, grit his teeth.

“Yes,” he moaned.

You slowly peel down the sweatpants, Cole even lifted his ass up in the air for just a brief moment to allow you to pull down his sweatpants until they bunched at his knees as the hem of Cole’s shirt had curled up just a bit, revealing the line of dark chocolate hair traveling up from his boxers. You couldn’t help yourself as you chuckled lightly, it was music to Cole’s ears.

“Lifting your ass in the air just to get your pants off, Cole? Someone’s horny.”

“Darlin’ please,” he crooned.

He looked at you with his puppy brown eyes, pleading. He knew you couldn’t say no to his eyes.

Cole suddenly gasped, head curling back into the bunched up sheets. You had placed your lips over the head of his cock only to pop it out. You had licked at the head of his cock for God knows how long, little kitten licks swirling around his head until you had slowly started taking more and more of his cock with every thrust of your head. Cole cursed under his shaking breath, fingers twitching around the blankets as he fisted them. God, he wanted to bury a hand in your hair just to keep your pretty head right where it was, to have his dick buried in the warm and wet cavity of your mouth. God, how you circled his dick with your tongue had him seeing stars.

Cole was openly moaning by this point, propping himself up a bit by his elbows to watch you better.

Your fingers curled around his balls were working a little faster, massaging them firmly, only making Cole groan and ache with need and want to cum all over your pretty face and have his seed paint your mouth white.

Cole shouted as he came, trying to silence himself by biting his tongue. Hot seed spurted into your mouth as he climaxed, your lips still wrapped around the head of his cock until you finally pulled away. As Cole leaned back against his arms, he hissed when your lips finally parted from him, a trail of saliva breaking quickly. He saw his milky seed drip from your lower lip, milky white over the nude of your lips before your tongue rolled over for the little beads left.

Cole’s cheeks were ablaze, his chest aching slightly from how fast he was breathing, his head swimming in pure lust and love for you. All he wanted to do was to flip you over onto the mattress and fuck you until you could only cry out his name. He wanted to be tangled in the sheets with you all day, the mission he was being deployed on was only a little thought at the back of his mind. The sheets drank up the sweat on his skin, sticking to his sweaty body like glue

He shivered when he felt your fingers drift back down to his cock still tingling with a little life. Fingertips danced lightly on his slicked shaft, still glistening with your saliva and whatever of his milky cum you didn’t swallow. Your fingers curled into a ring around his cock, slowly gliding up and down his slick dick, occasionally squeezing the head and base of his cock to spring more life back into it. Cole groaned as he felt his cock twitch again, prickling with new hopes of climaxing all over your pretty face that you had just washed.

Cole felt his stomach flutter at how soft you were being right now compared to just a few minutes ago where he swore you were trying to suck the soul right out of his cock. He laid there and looked up at you sitting over him, admiring how you looked into his eyes all sweet-like now.

Just how gentle you were being was driving him crazy, he fisted the poor sweaty sheets as he panted loudly, your name spilling from his mouth, pleading with you to let him cum again.

You kept up a steady pace, softly jerking him off spurred on by the little pearls of milky white cum that beaded out from the tip of his dick. He needed to cum, he needed you to make him cum.

This time he came with a soft moan, head leaned back against the sheets as he felt your hand let go. He felt the sticky drips of cum fall on his stomach and knew it had gotten on your hands.

You had leaned down, nosing his broad chest down to his abdomen now coated lightly in his cum. Cole shivered when he felt your tongue lick up a strip from his gut, your warm tongue on his cool and sticky gut felt so nice, it had him seeing stars. You had dug your fingertips into his sides to support yourself, Cole felt like he was going to cum just from touch alone.

“We should get you cleaned up,” you sat up on his lap. “After all, you are being deployed in a bit.”

“We got time, darlin’,” Cole grunted, fingertips digging deeper into your bare hips. “You offerin’ to help me?”

“Always.”

Cole hoisted you up without another word, a shrill laugh erupting from you as he clapped a hand over your ass, carrying you right back into the bathroom.

Cole watched you from his place on the transport right in front of the wide open doors. You were standing next to Lena waving the small Blackwatch team goodbye, the sun maybe around midday should Cole consult his watch. The transport was huge, it was meant to get them from the base in Switzerland to a small Overwatch base somewhere in the eastern United States to get them the rest of the way to the west. He honestly didn’t remember what the mission was for exactly, and he didn’t care to get his ass reamed by Reyes for not paying attention or for the terror that was asking Genji or Moira. Cole gave a single glance over to Genji once more, thinking it over once more on asking him, only to decide against it at the last minute once more seeing the ninja settle into his own little corner of the transport, already attempting to find the energy to try and meditate, blocking out the idiocy of the people surrounding him.

Cole looked back towards you and saw you wave again, a slight smile still on your face. Lena was still next to you, this time talking to someone nearby with a bright smile.

Only you two knew of the markings painted under Cole’s standard unit transport gear; Consisting of Blackwatch-Issued military jacket and cargo pants, boots and his gray t-shirt from earlier. All of the hickies and scratches and bruises now forming purples and yellows on his tanned skin hidden behind the same gray shirt from earlier.

“Cassidy!” Reyes barked, sending the poor cowboy to jump out of fear. “Get your ass in here!”

Cole gave you one last wink goodbye before the transport doors closed in front of him and the ramp had retracted in.

Cole turned back around to face the commander who was already wrangling a pile of folders in his arms, trying to sort through them as he stumbled towards the small table off to the side of the transport’s main room. Cole felt the rumble of the transport coming to life under his feet, and not too long after, the roar of engines, and soon flight.

Cole shivered along with his boss at the “good doctor” and her behavior. She always moved like a specter, a ghost of some sorts, freely and loosely yet rigid and strict under hard discipline of her upbringing. Cole didn’t know too much of her life, all he knew was that she was the type of kid to probably destroy an ant hill with a magnifying glass or something. He knew she liked to watch people squirm and tick, and this mission was no different. He had also heard rumors from Overwatch members that she used to work at a university somewhere in the Oasis, a Utopian amongst other universities, she was apparently fired and kicked off the campus for inhumane experimentation with the use of the university’s equipment… But he could never find out anything else.

He heard Genji’s all too quiet footsteps, the ninja still needing to get used to the fake attachments from his knees and below, the hard alloy making up his feet always lightly tipping and tapping with every light footstep. He felt the presence of the ninja next to him before Cole saw him out of the corner of his eye. The ninja always looked so stern and serious, bushy black eyebrows always arched and eyes narrowing at the slightest of things that could annoy him.

“Now that you all are here, it’s time to go over all of the details just in case some of you,” all three threw sharp gazes at Cole, “may have forgotten some of the slight details.”

Cassidy paid them no mind as always and eyed the table as Reyes slapped down one folder and peeled it open. Inside were some papers, but it was mostly loose pictures. Some were paperclipped to little notecards. Reyes pointed to one photo, it seemed to be a drone captured image of a little metal building surrounded by wet foliage.

Genji had gotten the thickest of the folders as he normally does. Being a trained ninja nearly all of his life would get you positions like that. Moira had gotten the next, average, yet surprisingly not as full as the folders normally are; No doubt her role as the medic for the team was to watch out for the Overwatch team should something happen. Cole was handed out last, his folder thin. Thinner than usual and it even had him cocking an eyebrow as he opened his folder.

“Read up and rest up. We have a long night ahead of us,” Reyes commanded.

The soldier turned on his heel and marched off to his own little makeshift office he conducted out of a pretty large cleaning closet. Moira had stalked off to the medical bay below deck and Genji had moved back to his own corner to read, leaving Cole standing there in the open room, only the sound of the transport cutting through the air at dangerous speeds filling his ears. Cole had simply decided to try and follow orders, sitting down in a nearby chair and plopping the folder open to read, however, his eyes only caught a few things as the rest were just a buzz in the back of his head.

‘Location: Unknown. Expected around 150 miles West of Seattle.’

‘Occupancy: Fully Occupied. Expected Crew Size: Unknown. Drone Estimates - 46 Members.’

‘Reason For Mission: Possible Robbery of Dangerous Weapons.’

‘Take prisoners if needed.’

The last one stuck with Cole for a second, briefly remembering his time sitting handcuffed to a metal table, half naked as his shirt was missing and freezing from how cold the room had been kept. He was sporting a bruised cheek and his wrists burned from where he pulled at the handcuffs to try and free himself as if he were a wild animal. He remembered how Reyes looked at him like he was his own son who told the principal to shove it, how Morrison looked at him as a dangerous dog who needed to be put out in the cold. Cole shivered, he never wanted to go to a time like that.

Cole has failed to realize he had spaced out until he suddenly realized Genji’s presence before him, the ninja sitting across from him in the opposite seat. His red eyes narrowed at Cole, but not in annoyance or anger.

“Do you feel something off about this?” his words cut cleanly.

Cole cocked a brow.

“What d’ya mean by that?”

“Something does not sit well with me about this mission. I do not know why.”

Cole mulled over Genji’s words for a moment until he saw a figure in the stairway to the lower deck of the transport. Lo and behold, it was Moira’s lanky figure walking towards the two, her folder held carefully open between her hands as she continued to read. Her face was painted in confusion.

As much as Cole avoided and hated speaking to her, he couldn’t help his own curiosity.

“Somethin’ wrong with you?” he questioned her.

Moira didn’t even look up from her folder, just walked up to the table the two men were sitting at and placed down her folder. She pointed a long nail at a bullet point.

“Was this in either one of your folders?”

Cole looked down at what her nail was pointing at.

‘Overwatch agents reported a loose, large dog-like wild animal nearby the suspected Talon outpost. Suspected animal is supposedly responsible for the destruction of one Overwatch drone.’

Cole peeled open his folder once more to look as Genji shook his head.

“Not mine, either,” Cole mumbled.

“Strange,” the doctor noted, picking her folder back up. “And there isn’t any note of us capturing it or if Talon seems to be looking for it in my notes.”

“Reyes probably has to deal with it then.”

“Then why wouldn’t he inform either of you? Why leave a note in my folder only?”

Cole glanced back over to the ninja who eyed him back warily.

“What animal could it’ve been they saw?” Cole popped the question.

For the past few hours they were mostly talking of Talon and why they would maybe have a deadly animal - most likely genetically engineered or mutated - and why it may have gotten out.

“Washington has quite a few large mammals,” Moira pointed out. “Bears, coyotes, bobcats, wolves,” she counted on her long boney fingers.

“Thought wolves were drawn out and hunted,” Cole lit a cigarette.

The door to Reyes’ “office” opened up finally just as the speakers above them read out coordinates of their dropping area, but mostly-

“Welcome to Washington State,” Fio stated robotically.

“You all read your folders, I assume,” Reyes deadpanned at the mess of papers and photos scattered on the table.

“When were you gonna tell us that there were giant wolves or bears runnin’ around the woods? When one would try and eat us?” Cole stood up.

“Relax, Cassidy. It was only supposed sightings, nothing confirmed. Besides, you’re not the scientist aboard this transport.”

“The drone-”

Cole’s nose twitched with anger from Reyes’ dismissal of the whole situation, but there was little that he could do or say to change Reyes’ mind.

The engines roared suddenly, weight pulling at Cole’s knees for only a moment as gears and engines hissed at the sudden stop and gentle fall. There was a loud beeping, the lights above the transport door glowed red for only a moment.

“Blackwatch-” the doors opened and the ramp slowly extended out until it buried itself in the wet ground, “-welcome to Washington.”

Cole looked over his shoulder to the outside. He winced at the sudden biting cold wind, jaw unhinged a bit at the sight of pure wilderness right outside of the transport.

For a moment, Cole wished under his breath that he was back in his room with you, snuggled up in the warm blankets in the afterglow, mindlessly loving each other.

Something cold and heavy sat in the pit of his stomach as he was blinded by the full moon over Washington.

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