Could you do Hanzo x DVa and #153, I see that going to hilarious places xD

itshigh-boop:

(decided to do a quick writing thing for this one, anon, hope you don’t mind)

“Put me down! This instant!” 

With a smack of her lips, D.Va rolled her eyes, pushing the thrusters forward as her mech flew into the air. She could hear Hanzo’s voice screaming at her from on top of her mech and it quite possibly could’ve been the funniest thing she’s ever heard. The image of hardened, ever-serious Hanzo screaming in fear was too funny for her. 

“Aww, c’mon, Hanzo! Where’s your sense of excitement?” D.Va chastised, maneuvering her mech around the building. “Besides, once I get this baby slowin’ down, you can deal a whole lotta damage! Betcha you can even one shot a Talon noob or two!” 

Hanzo, on the other hand, couldn’t reply to Hana’s comment just yet. He was still gripping onto the “ears” of her mech for dear life, trying to shout over the wind gusting past him. “This is a completely ineffective method of ambush!” he finally told her once she slowed down. “The enemy will know of our arrival long before we arrive.” 

“Maybe ‘cause you keep screaming,” D.Va. retorted. “Goin’ down!” 

The mech began descending, with Hanzo’s stomach feeling like it would slip from his mouth if he hadn’t had his lips sealed shut. “U-unacceptable,” he said once Hana managed to level the mech’s flight again. If he had a mirror, he was sure his reflection would reveal a green tint to his face. “This is not a game, Hana.”

“Oh, pfft. I’ve done this before. Genji was such a good sport about it, too.” 

Hearing that she’d done this before, with his brother no less, caused a different type of unsettling feeling to lodge in Hanzo’s gut. He’d developed a strange kinship with the mech pilot, despite the innumerable differences between them. But somehow, they still managed to maintain a friendship, different than any other relationships they had. To hear Genji, of all people, being spoken with such high regard from one of his only friends…he didn’t want to think about what sort of feeling that was. And now it seemed they even practiced absurd combat maneuvers together.

“Or…” There was a giggle. “Are you just getting old on me, Hanzo?” 

That did it. Despite nearly being forty years old, Hanzo was in much better shape than most people his age. Superior, even, in all aspects. Even without cyborg enhancements, Hanzo possessed skills that no one could hope to mimic. He huffed indignantly, bracing his hands against the mech’s top and pushing himself to his knees, and having his bow ready. 

“Very well. Find me a vantage point after you make the initial attack,” Hanzo called.

D.Va laughed, knowing that taunt would be super effective against the archer. “That’s what I like to hear! Let’s own some Talon butt, Hanzo!” 

“…Y-yes.”