HanMei with the dragons

itshigh-boop:

I’m not a huge fan of the Shimada clan dragons being corporeal entities HC that’s popular in this fandom, so forgive me if this isn’t want you were expecting, anon.

But when I read this prompt, I just tend to think of sweet bonding moments between Hanzo and Mei-Ling. The dragon is an ancient and revered symbol in both their cultures. 

Of course, as a scientist, she’s always been more of a fan of the things that are proven and tangible rather than stories, but the way Hanzo speaks of the tale of the Dragon of the North and South Winds, she can’t help but listen in awe. It’s obvious that while memories of his family still cause him distress, the story itself holds great meaning to Hanzo. 

But one day, she wonders if the symbol of the dragon sometimes does more harm than good for her beloved. The next time he tells her another story, a few days later, she comments, “You see yourself as a dragon, Hanzo. You’re powerful and amazing, that much is true…but to me, you’re a qilin.”

“A kirin?” He seemed almost baffled. When she nods, he asks her what makes her think that and she smiles. 

“Well, qilin are known to protect.” She slowly grabs his hand, pressing close to his side. “And I always feel safe with you.”

He doesn’t seem to agree. “They’re also pure creatures – noble, and prosperous.” There’s a chuff of self-degrading amusement. “I am none of the sort.” 

“And you are not a creature,” Mei-Ling states, using one hand to gently palm his cheek and turn him toward her. “You are incredibly human, Hanzo…very much a dragon at times…but always my noble protector.” 

The usual far-off look in his eyes lessens, and the warm brown of his gaze melts her heart as it always does. There’s a ghost of a smile on his face and it’s one of Mei-Ling’s most favorite of sights.

“As you say, Mei-Ling,” he answers, turning his body fully and cups her face, leaning down to place a kiss at the top of her head. “As always, your wisdom soothes my doubts.”