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@rhiorhino‘s commission for this month! After the cat fic, she asked for McCree, who I haven’t written much before, but now…kinda feel like I could do some stuff with. This fic takes place directly after A Tragedy in Four Acts, the rest of the universe is here.  

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There are things a man can do, and things a man can’t do.

“Come on, Jesse! Boys aren’t going to dance with themselves, now are they?”

Her laugh still echoed through his mind, sitting alone in his room at the Talon base, and he could feel her pulling at the arm he used to have.

There had been an unspoken rule about the lines between Blackwatch and Overwatch proper, and the instant Tracer had gotten the slightest hint McCree liked men, all of that had gone out the window, as she told him, hopping with excitement, that he had to come out to the club with her. Tracer was never very good at remembering the rules that had been made for her, and less good when they were directly posted.

“Did you know I’m gay as well? I’ll show you best place to go dance, it’s me little secret, but I’d share.”

Like either of those things were any kind of real secret.

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