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— Care and Concern - Overwatch Boys

includes: Cole Cassidy, Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Wuyang Ye x gn! reader

summary: you come to him in a time of need, using your powers to help in whatever way you can

cw: empath/telepath! reader (similar powers to Mantis), first meetings, canon typical violence, allusions to the lore (zero hour, where honor lives), overexertion, insomnia, been ten years since i wrote for ow so bear w me pls <3

— requested, request can be found here

froggi yaps -> hello ow fandom it's been a while :,) lowkey ive fallen off the lore SO hard but i saw this req and it convinced me to finally read some of the short stories! i am in a rare ow mood lately so maybe more content to come <3

Cole Cassidy:

Cassidy is absolutely intrigued by you from the first moment you meet.

He’s fighting alone, taking cover from the fire of a group of bounty hunters hoping to collect the 60 million bounty on his head. His fingers fumble trying to reload, the sun overhead beats down and slicks his head in sweat, his hat slipping low over his forehead.

A stray bullet ricochets off of the truck he’s currently tucked behind, narrowly missing the skin of his hip. Yeah, he’s a little screwed.

He’s counting his breaths, figuring out a plan for when he has to inevitably come out, when he realizes the shooting has stopped. He rolls, peaking his head out from behind his cover to find them…asleep?

And there you are, standing in the middle of them, chest heaving. “Come on!” You call to him, waving him out of cover, “they won’t be out for long.”

He’s hesitant, tawny eyes narrowed in doubt. What could you possibly want with him? Still, he doesn’t have any better options right now. With a deep breath, he follows you away from the fight.

He catches up to you easily, the two of you running side by side. Despite all of your practice—you’ve dreamed of being an Overwatch Agent since you were a child—the cowboy is infinitely faster than you.

You frown when you sense the doubt coming off of him, his confusion beating down on you in waves. “I’m here to help,” you reassure him through deep breaths. “I know you must be thinking ‘what could I possibly want with you” but I—you’re my hero!”

His brows furrow, how could you possibly know what he was thinking?

When you’re satisfied with how far you’ve gotten from the fight, you lead him through a back alley and to the small hideout you’ve set up in an abandoned building. You dig through your cooler, tossing him a water bottle and grabbing one for yourself.

“I—”

“It’s not poisoned,” you reassure.

“Now how on god’s earth did you know I was gonna say that?”

You reach for his human hand, “can I?”

He’s hesitant, but given you saved his life, he decides he owes you the benefit of the doubt. He meets you halfway, laying his palm flat against yours.

Your eyes shut and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with warmth, a soft comforting aura falling over him like a blanket. And though you don’t speak, he hears you in his mind loud and clear: you’re safe with me, let me help.

When you open your eyes, he’s smirking and shaking his head. “Well I’ll be damned,” he clutches your hand and pulls you in for a handshake. “You got a name, kid?”

You reciprocate the gesture, smiling as you tell him your name.

He nods, his smile never fading. “Well then,” there’s mischief in his eyes, “what do you say you and I raise a little hell?”

Genji Shimada:

Genji never thought he’d be back here, fighting with Overwatch, living among his former peers.

When Overwatch disbanded, when the Zurich base collapsed, he’d given up hope. He’d left for a different life, one of peace, far away from the fight. But when they needed his help, when he got the call from Winston, he couldn’t possibly ignore it.

And now, on the dropship back to the interim base Winston’s set up, his head is spinning. Being among so many heroes—new faces and old—he’s not quite sure what to think.

For as many familiar faces as there are, there’s an equal amount of people missing. People that he misses, people he once considered his family.

And then there’s you, strapped into the dropship next to him. Though you hadn’t fought much, you were still among them, helping injured citizens on the streets find their way to safety.

It was largely because of you that no one died in the Null Sector attacks, and because of you that everyone on the battlefield was able to keep their cool. He’d felt more levelheaded when you were near, adrenaline stilling in his chest.

He’s not quite sure what to think of you either, especially when he feels this aura, this energy radiating off of you.

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, trying not to wake your sleeping comrades. “I don’t really know what to think of me either.”

“You did good work today.”

“Me?” Heat rises to your face, “if it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have had a chance against that robot.”

“And if it weren’t for you, many more people would have been injured.”

The compliment leaves you flustered and silent. You nod awkwardly, forcing yourself to change the subject. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Too many thoughts,” he admits, “it’s strange being back with everyone.”

“Here.”

You grab his hand, cupping it with both of your palms. You let the energy flow through you, feelings of calm and relaxation washing over both you and Genji. With your help, the two of you are fast asleep within five minutes.

Lena can’t help but take a picture of the two of you.

Hanzo Shimada:

Hanzo’s trying to change. After reuniting with Kiriko during the Null Sector attacks on Kanezaka, the archer’s dedicated all of his time to protecting the city he once loved so much.

He’d been gone for so long—tucked into the shadows, hiding in his grief, trying to forget the person he was. He expected to face the anger of the people he’d let down, to face the expectations that had been lost on him.

He hadn’t expected to be met with love and respect, and he definitely didn’t expect you.

He’d met you during the night of the attack, when he and Kiriko had gotten briefly separated in the fray. His heart was in his throat, adrenaline washing out his thoughts faster than they could form.

His earlier injury, half-mended by Kiriko, was starting to bother him again. All in all, he knew he couldn’t go on like this much longer.

Imagine his surprise when you dropped from a nearby building, crushing an Omnic into the ground. A sudden warmth descended on him, washing out the cold of the night. The fear, the anxiety—it was all washed away by a comforting sort of certainty he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“No way, you—you’re Hanzo Shimada, aren’t you? I thought the Shimada clan was gone, are you–are you here to save us?”

“It’s about time I served my city.”

You nod, a smile falling over your face. “You look tired—need a boost?”

And before he can even react, you’re resting a hand on his shoulder and giving him everything you have. Your joy, your excitement, your energy, it all flows through you and into him until that spark in his eyes is coming back.

The two of you fight side by side until you find Kiriko, and from there, the three of you are an indomitable force. Even though boosting him drains you, even though you collect countless scrapes and bruises, you refuse to stop until you know your city is safe.

“Woo!” Kiriko cheers, pumping her fist in the air, “chew on that, metalheads!”

Hanzo chuckles, steely eyes glancing at you. You force a weak smile, panting your way through the exhaustion that threatens to overcome you. Unfortunately for you, you’re well past your breaking point and before you can even speak, your head is spinning and you’re stumbling forwards.

Lucky for you, Hanzo is there to catch you, bracing you over his shoulder. “Easy now.”

Kiriko is at your side in an instant, imparting one of her healing ofuda on you. “You’re way past your limit here,” she frowns. “As badass as you were out there, we need to get you somewhere to rest.”

“We could all use some rest.”

And then Kiriko is ducking under your other arm, the two of them dragging you away to somewhere safe.

Wuyang Ye:

You’ve never felt nerves like this, and the worst part is, they’re not even yours.

The dark haired man that waits with you at the rendezvous point is stressed, a nauseating amount of anxiety radiating off of him. He paces back and forth, plays with his hands, chews at his lip.

You try your best to push it away and keep your own head in the game, but it’s hard when his thoughts and feelings are so damn loud. You understand, of course. It’s not every day you meet your heroes, least of all Overwatch.

It takes only another round of him pacing for you to break, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to gain your composure.

“Are you okay?” The words slip out before you can stop.

“Oh, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, flashing you an awkward smile. “Just really nervous, I guess.”

You smile back at him in a way you hope is reassuring. “I get it. Honestly, I’m pretty nervous too.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You seem to be holding it together a lot better than me.”

You laugh at that. He’s not wrong and his complete openness about it is refreshing. When you’d first laid eyes on him, you’d expected an ego, but those expectations had fast dissolved when he started pacing.

“I have a knack for that sort of thing,” you admit. “Want me to show you?”

He nods eagerly and when you gesture him closer, doesn’t even hesitate to close the distance. You grab his hands, closing your eyes and letting that familiar cool energy flow over you.

Feelings of calmness, of stillness, flow through you and into him, and with each passing second, you feel his anxiety dying down. It’s not only a relief to him but a relief to you, too.

He pulls away with wide eyes. “That—that’s incredible. I feel so much better now,” he grins, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’m Wuyang, by the way.”

You open your mouth to tell him your name but suddenly there’s a familiar dropship in the sky and your mouth is falling open. Oh well, you’ll just have to tell him later.

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