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aes-tro-blog · 6 years

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(( You know those weird spontaneous moments when you just start writing? Well... That's what this was. ))

“So.. How long have ya been in America.. I mean, before this?” the cowboy asked, turning to his new partner.

“A few years.. I mean. No more than four,” Hanzo paused, “On and off.”

“Whaddya mean? On and off?”

“Well,” the archer took a breath before continuing, “I travel from here and back to Japan ever few months.” He paused. “I am trying to right some wrongs I have done.”

The cowboy nodded, he had been there. Not too long before they were paired to be partners, he had traveled trying to make amends with those he wanted to make things right with.

It had gone silent, they had been talking quote a bit just before this, Jesse looked over to see only a pained expression across the young archer’s face.

“D-Does it snow in Japan?” Jesse asked, glancing up at the sky.

“It has.”

“Do you like the snow?”

Hanzo replied with only a shrug. As they walked, Jesse continued to think and fill the silence every so often. His comments met with brief, and often, few word responses. Hanzo's now limited had started to make him worry. This was not the ideal way to start a partnership. It had only been a few months since their first mission together

As McCree opened his mouth to speak, a sudden shit shirt of wind knocked the unprepared archer into him. With a swift movement, Jesse had caught and steadied him. Hanzo blinked a few times before realizing what had just happened. The archer quickly grabbed the end of his beanie to keep it from flying away.

“Hey,” Jesse just barely spoke over the wind, “I just remembered.. My papí has a cabin around here, we could stay there until the winds die down!”

Hanzo nodded in agreement. McCree wrapped his arm around Hanzo’s shoulders and lead him toward.

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After having found and gotten settled, McCree hung up their coats and put their boots in the cabbies besides the door.

“Do all American cabins look like this?” Hanzo asked as he looked around in fascination; he had never seen anything like this. At least not in person. He had seen photos and cabins in movies but nothing compared to this. The walls, thin looking logs, stacked neatly in horizontal rows. Family photos framed in nearly every hallway. In the center of the living area was a brick colored rug, underneath was smooth hardwood. There were four small sofas arranged in a semi circle in front of a large stone fireplace.

“Naw. But my papí had his ways,” Jesse said with a chuckle. He was happy that Hanzo seemed to be in a much better mood now.

“Hey?” Jesse perked up, “Want some hot cocoa?”

“Hot.. Cocoa..?”

“Yeah,” the cowboy paused; and with a look of deep concern, he continued. “You have.. Had coca before, right?”

There was a pause before Hanzo spoke.

“I… Am afraid to answer that.”

“I'm gonna take that as a no. And make some.” He flashed a grin and walked. Hanzo stood there a moment. Something felt.. off. An emotion he'd never really felt before. What was that? Why did it just… Happen?

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It had been a little while since Jesse had gone into the kitchen and the silence was making Hanzo nervous. The archer gave the room a quick scan before spotting a remote. After grabbing it, Hanzo found himself staring for a moment. This was different than the ones he had back home. Of course, nothing he couldn’t figure out on his own. Hanzo began fiddling with the remote, lighting pressing a few buttons; some even more than once. Button after button. Hanzo's eyes darted back and forth between the remote and television. Nothing.

The archer made a face in frustration; there is mot way he cannot figure this out. And certainly will not ask Jesse for help. The longer he tried, the more frustrated he got. Mumbling to himself in Japanese, Hanzo clenched the remote. With a sudden click, the screen lightened and static crackled.

“Jesse?” Hanzo hesitated.

“Yeah?”

“How.. Do you work the television? I.. I think I broke it..”

“Hm?” Jesse peaked in then let out a soft chuckle. “Oh. Naw. It does that sometimes.”

Hanzo watched as the cowboy walked in and kneeled in front of a receiver. Upon watching, he started to notice things. Has.. Jesse always had such a for form? Hanzo’s eyes wandered down the side of Jesse's arms that were visible, down his muscly thighs and to his firm calves. What would it like to be between them? Maybe a nip here and there. No! He couldn’t think things like that. Certainly not about his work partner.

“There? See?” Jesse turned with a smile, having turned on the television. Hanzo, distracted by his thoughts, remained unresponsive.

“Han?” Jesse tilted his head. “Hanzo?” his brows furrowed as he walked over, quickly waving a hand in front of the archer’s face.

“Hanzo? Hey?”

After a few blinks, Hanzo looked; his body tensed, seeing that he was just inches from – Has.. Jesse always had such a sharp jawline? And.. kissable lips? Hanzo's eyes darted across Jesse's face. Just.. One kiss couldn’t hurt right? I mean, what’s the worse that could happen? Even if he rejected it, they’d probably get new—Before her could finish his thought, as if his body were moving on it's own, Hanzo leaned up. With slight hesitation, he pressed his lips to the taller man's.

It took a few minutes before Hanzo really processed what he'd just done. They’re in a cabin together because there’s a blizzard out. Where is he to go?

“Han?” Jesse's voice broke the silence.

Here is comes. Hanzo couldn’t hear open his eyes, not yet. He braced himself for the worst. Yelling, telling him off, gunfire –but there was silence.

Hanzo hesitantly opened his eyes, half expecting a scowl or expression of disgust. But there wasn’t. Jesse was smiling. Just, smiling.

“Would.. Would ya like that cocoa now? I also found some cookies in the cabinets.” Jesse's eyes were soft, his cheeks tinted pink.

“Um..” Hanzo stammered, “Okay..” He replied with a nod.

“Great,” Jesse turned back into the kitchen to grab the platter. “How ‘bout we find a movie?”

Hanzo nodded then walked over to help Jesse with the drinks.

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mc-hammerball · 7 years

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Basketball AU! Hanzo wishing Jesse good luck with a pre-match kees

#mchanzo #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #hanzo #jesse #hanzo x jesse #mchanzo fluff #basketball au #jesse is a bomb ass basketball player #hanzo is a bomb ass geometry student #mchanzo kiss #overwatch #young mchanzo #also wow i have been away for too long #im so sorry #i have this huge final exam coming up #and i finally have time to doodle craiz

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juditg · 7 years

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In my life, McCree is replaced by a computer and a box of chocolate.

I did this fluffy pish instead of sleeping… I seem to have forgotten how to do that anyway.

#mccree #mchanzo #overwatch #crappy fancomic #mchanzo fluff #reflecting feels like no one's business #i guess it's everyone's business now #well then #hanzo shimada #jesse maccree #shimada #hanzo #overwatch hanzo #see i tag alot #at least i try #woopedydoo #juditg

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creedei · 3 years

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They’re laying in bed or something

#mchanzo #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #overwatch #fluff #trans Jesse Mccree

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fic-request-blog · 3 years

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Five Times Hanzo's Dragons Protect McCree and One Time They Didn’t Have To

This is a request by an anon here on Tumblr for a “Five Times Hanzo's Dragons Protect McCree and One Time They Didn’t Have To.” It really is what’s on the lid. Oh, and they fall in love while we’re at it.

Fluff, angst, humor, rated T for non-explicit violence and mentions of sexual content, ~3K.

Read it here on AO3 instead.

Five Times Hanzo's Dragons Protect McCree and One Time They Didn’t Have To

Chapter 1

Jesse places his hand on the payload, sighing in relief, “Alright folks, we’re at the-“

Something clicks on the payload, a trigger slipping into place as Jesse checks inside. It’s empty except for a small bundle in the center. A tiny, almost translucent wire settles against the inner side of the payload and Jesse closes his eyes. Maybe he can save them from some damage on the off chance he survives this.

He knows what comes next, of course. The whole mission had been suspiciously easy. He shoulda figured.

The blast is strong enough that he’s blown clear over the wall behind him and dropped thirty some feet into the roiling sea below. From there, Jesse loses track of what’s happening. It’s a damn shame his boots and gear are so heavy, he muses, or he’d maybe be able to float up, or even swim up.

But his head is fuzzy, his ears are ringing, and it’s not like he coulda figured out which way was up anyhow. The world turns to blue around him, deep and quiet. His mind swirls around in his head as much as the water around him.

Peaceful. The blue around him is nice, and he doesn’t feel cold or any of the pain that he’s sure he should. He’d always thought he’d go down fightin’ it to the end, but this…this ain’t a bad way to go.

The blue gets brighter and brighter as he continues to slide through the water, which don’t make much sense, but he ain’t really thinking well anyhow, so maybe that’s just how death works. He watches pretty, sparkling circles drift away in the light and finally closes his eyes.

Something wraps around him, warm and comfortable, and Jesse thinks death really ain’t as bad as people make it out to be. Feels a lot like flying.

Chapter 2

There’s another roar of laughter from the bar and Hanzo rolls his eyes, safe in the darkness of his corner booth. The cowboy has certainly recovered well, as is evident by the amount of whiskey he has managed to drink this evening. There was…uncertainty for a short time. The near drowning had been a non-issue, but the burns and injuries to his face, torso, and arms had been far more critical, though Baptiste assured them all he would make a full recovery. Being blown over the wall and into the water had apparently been a far better outcome than being blown into the wall.

Frowning, Hanzo drops his gaze to the sake in his cup. He is perturbed by his own strong reaction to witnessing McCree in peril. They have only been on perhaps four missions together; they have not known one another for long. As another boisterous laugh erupts from the bar, he cannot resist watching McCree again. He is honest enough with himself to admit that the cowboy’s easy and honest personality appeals to him, and the man’s appearance, though crude, is…well-built. Hanzo knows what he likes, and McCree would be, as the American says, a cool drink of water. It does not hurt either that McCree seems to enjoy complementing Hanzo, especially regarding Hanzo’s skill with a bow. It takes more honesty with himself than he has while sober to admit that McCree is partially getting to him through his ego, but with a bottle of sake to nurse, Hanzo can swallow that truth this evening. There are few things he likes more than someone appreciating his skills.

Yet, it is rare for him to become so instantly attached, especially at work. He is usually firm about separating his professional and private lives. It seems McCree has wormed his way into Hanzo’s good graces.

Flexing his fingers, Hanzo sighs. It is not only Hanzo who is intrigued either; the dragons had reacted both swiftly and violently at the danger to the cowboy. If they intend to react like that again, Hanzo may need to be more careful in the future.

By the time the other Overwatch agents begin to trickle out of the bar, it is late, and Hanzo decides he too should find rest. That he leaves shortly after McCree is but a coincidence, he is sure.

There is a pleasant buzz under his skin and the night air is cool as he walks back to the compound. He does not rush, but it takes only a minute or so to catch sight of a familiar hat bobbing through the streets. McCree has one arm across Baptiste’s shoulders, but the other man must be drunk as well because they both weave haphazardly through the streets.

Smile quirking at his lips, Hanzo slows to maintain distance between them. While he did not mind McCree paying for his drinks this evening in thanks for saving his life, nor any of the other words of praise McCree lavished upon him, he does not intend to deal to with two drunks. He will simply follow to make sure they reach the compound.

Later, Hanzo will blame the noise McCree and Baptiste are making for his lapse of concentration, though the sake likely did not help either. He certainly will not admit to watching McCree too closely, the way his hips sway pleasingly as he tries to walk upright down the street.

The first bullet catches McCree in the shoulder, only missing the back of his head because Baptiste had stumbled, dragging the cowboy to the left at just the right moment. Even drunk, though, the two can react swiftly, and the second bullet finds only cobblestones.

Hanzo does not know if the shooter is aware of his position nor does he wait long enough to see if McCree or Baptiste are hit by the third shot. He simply pivots, leaping against the wall to his right and ricochets off to the left, onto the roof the shooter is likely using. Tracing the trajectory of the shots is child’s play.

He has no bow, no weapon at all in fact, but that will make little difference. The silence of the night is interrupted only by a fourth shot. Hanzo’s quiet footfalls as he flits across the roof and his tattoos flaring to life make no noise at all.

He cannot see precisely where the shooter is, but the dragons can taste the gunpowder on the air. They arc across the roof, blue light blinding in the still of the night.

There is not a fifth shot.

Chapter 3

“Thanks Angel,” Jesse smiles as he dodges into an alcove, reloading, “glad ta have your eyes on me!”

Hanzo makes an affirmative noise over the comms and falls silent. Jesse’s not sure if the man minds him callin’ him angel. Hanzo’s hard to read. He’s more stoic than a brick wall. But the guy has saved Jesse’s life twice already, so he can’t hate Jesse too much. If Jesse thinks of Hanzo as his own personal guardian angel, well, Hanzo hasn’t stopped him callin’ him that yet. An’ Hanzo’s not exactly a shy guy. Jessie is sure he woulda spoken up if it bothered him.

So, the real question is, does Hanzo like him callin’ him angel? Because if he does… Jesse certainly would like to know about that.

It takes some focus to shift his attention from thinking about Hanzo’s form when the man is pulling back that bow of his to the battle at hand. The way those tattoos wrap around Hanzo’s biceps as he knocks an arrow, almost like they’re alive, is real…distracting.

The man’s prettier than just about anyone Jesse has ever seen.

Something explodes behind their position and Hanzo’s voice crackles over the line, even more terse than usual.

“Move! All of you!”

Jesse jumps from their position, breaking cover with the rest of the team as the building behind them rumbles ominously.

“They’ve destroyed the building’s supports!”

Cursing, Jesse breaks into a full sprint, watching as the building’s shadow continues to lengthen in front of the team, the ground shuddering beneath them. Things have gone from not great to shit real fast and Jesse’s not sure which direction will stop them all from getting squashed like bugs. There’s a lot of buildings all around them and the one they’d been sheltering behind was tall.

Probably no direction except up is safe.

And then there’s a bright blue light behind them, throwing the shadow of the building back, and Jesse is picked right up off the ground, something big rushing above him.

Gasping, Jesse wriggles, arms pinned to his sides, “What-!”

Similar noises of surprise over the comms from the rest of the team are drowned out as the building crashes into the ground, dust and the accompanying shockwave deafening and blinding Jesse to the ensuing chaos. Air continues to rush past him. He coughs but can’t hear it, can only feel the rattle of his lungs as he tries to clear the dust.

Jesse’s not sure how long they’re in the air. It coulda been seconds or minutes, he wasn’t keeping track. At some point, whatever’s got ahold of him slows down. He cracks an eye open, squinting in the sun as he continues to hack up a lung.

He’s dropped gently onto a roof, and there is, and Jesse ain’t a liar, two dragons dropping the rest of the team onto the roof as well. They are long and blue.

Jesse is freaking out a bit, trying to get a better look from where he lays on his stomach, but the coughing isn’t helping. With wide eyes, he watches Hanzo hop off the back of one of them, graceful as ever. The dragons begin to shrink, smaller and smaller, until they wrap around Hanzo’s arm, stilling as they bleed into his skin.

There ain’t a speck of dust on Hanzo as he turns towards Jesse and, as he walks over, Jesse’s not sure if it’s the dust’s fault that he can’t breathe right. The man is a sight to behold.

Lips quirking in amusement, Hanzo raises a brow, “you dropped this, cowboy,” he says, Jesse’s hat gripped lightly in in his hand.

If Jesse weren’t still winded and coughing, he’d swoon.

Chapter 4

Whatever Hanzo and he have between them is new but so sweet and it feels like it could be goin’ somewhere real good. His thoughts are a little muddy though, swinging from their current predicament to maudlin anger. Life ain’t fair, Jesse knows that. He’s lived a life most people would consider pretty shit, but he’s never begged like this.

“Dunno what I gotta say,” he rasps, arms tightening around Hanzo’s limp form draped across his chest and down his legs, “but please, ‘m beggin ya ta get him outta here.”

It’s only been a month since they started taking dinner together, sitting in quiet spots around base and drinking long into the night. Jesse’s never considered himself a gifted conversationalist, but with Hanzo, words just come easier.

The wall behind him is cold and the alcove he’s dragged them both into is barely big enough to cover them, but with a bust leg and Hanzo’s dead weight, he isn’t going to get anywhere else. Still, the tattoos on Hanzo’s arm remain just that, tattoos.

“Please, please, I know you’re in there, please.”

With one hand, he presses against the sticky mess of Hanzo’s temple, using his chest as a better headrest than the wall, while the other hand shakily holds his poncho to the wound seeping at Hanzo’s side. This thing they’ve got going between them is still so new and the bitter reality that he’s probably not going to see where it goes is pulling pleas from his lips better than any torture he’s faced.

“Please,” he whispers, breath puffing across the crown of Hanzo’s head, disturbing the hairs escaped from the man’s usually perfect bun, “please.”

Hell, they’ve only kissed a couple times. The first had been messy with nerves and drink, but the second. Oh, the second had been slow as molasses and curled his toes right in his boots. Hanzo had backed him up against a door with a hand gripping possessively along his jaw. Just the smolder Hanzo left him with as the man sauntered away, bidding him goodnight, had made Jesse so hot under the collar a cold shower hadn’t done much.

There’s no glow from Hanzo’ arm still, no shiver of electricity in the air, and Jesse starts to lose the little bit of hope still scrabbling at the back of his mind.

“C’mon, you can’t leave him to die like this, please,” his voice just loud enough to hear over the pounding of blood in his ears as the stomp of boots echo off the walls not too far down the corridor, “please, ‘m beggin’ ya, please.”

Tears well hot and heavy at the corner of his eyes as his pleas continue, quieter and quieter as whoever is drawing near gets closer and closer. Damn it all, he’d only gotten the balls to ask Hanzo out on a real date days ago. They’re not going to get a chance to see where this will go, and he’s never hated this shit hand in life more.

A gun cocks at the entrance to their little alcove. Jesse doesn’t look up. Not because he’s too chicken shit to stare down a barrel, god knows he’s done that enough in his life, but because there’s a familiar blue glow spilling from Hanzo’s arm and he can’t look away. Relief steals the very breath from his lungs.

Well, maybe that’s partly the rib giving him a nasty poke to the lung too.

Chapter 5

Someone makes a sound somewhere to his left, a whimper, and Hanzo struggles towards consciousness. His mind swirls. Time seems to waver. Eventually, or perhaps mere moments later, he cracks his eyes open. For long seconds, he is unable to place where he is, but slowly the shadows skulking about form into the familiar interior of the infirmary. He relaxes slightly. At least it is unlikely he is in danger here.

Again, a soft whimper draws his attention to the left. It takes far more energy to turn his head than Hanzo thinks it should, but he manages to nonetheless.

Tucked into the bed beside his own is McCree, fast asleep. The cowboy’s face is tight with pain, though perhaps in his dreams it is worry or fear. Hanzo breathes deep. It is good to see that McCree has survived, a miracle that they have both survived through their last mission. From what he can remember, it had not gone well.

McCree makes another pained sound and there is a tug, a pull from the dragons, against the skin of his arm.

This again. Tiredly, he tries to calm them, “He is not in danger, hush.”

They pull anyways, worried. It takes more energy to keep them there against his skin than to allow their thrashing, and Hanzo has precious little energy to spare.

“Fine,” he releases them, “but do not wake him. He must sleep.”

In the gloom, Hanzo watches them curl tentatively into the nooks of McCree’s body, nuzzling anywhere their little snouts can reach. As one of them snuggles into the rough bristles of McCree’s beard, the pinched expression on his face begins to smooth out.

With a deep warmth spreading through his chest, Hanzo lets sleep take him.

Chapter 6

Hanzo dispatches two more of the talon mercenaries in quick succession, using his momentum to vault to the top of the building. While there are far more talon members than their intel had suggested, the mission so far is going smoothly. Jesse, and now Hanzo, have already reached the objective with little trouble. The rest of their team is not far behind.

Cresting the final set of stairs brings Hanzo in line of sight with Jesse, and time seems to slow around him, his senses sharpening. He breathes in. The scent of smoke sits acrid on his tongue. The sunlight is harsh in his eyes.

Too close. The cowboy is too close to the edge of the building. He watches as though in slow motion, watches as Jesse struggles with a talon agent against the lip of the roof, watches as the ridge they fight against begins to give way, watches as they start to fall.

“Jesse!”

His heart stops within his chest, throat closing around the word.

He breaks into a sprint, calling out to the dragons, their anger singing in tune with his own. There is still a chance he may yet catch Jesse.

But as he reaches the edge, all but prepared to leap, he spots Jesse. The man is not freefalling, but instead has somehow managed to drop into one of the talon helicopters prowling the skies. The helicopter gains height swiftly, pulling up to hover over the roof. Hanzo cannot help the smile tugging at his lips. The talon agents on the roof have yet to realize the danger they are in.

Jesse opens fire, catching the talon agents entirely off guard, clearing the roof in seconds.

The rest of the team arrives as Jesse turns the helicopter, opening fire on the two other talon aircraft still nearby. Hanzo walks back to the stairs as Jesse comes in for a landing. He is…deeply impressed.

Lucio brings the package over, grinning at Jesse in the cockpit.

“Y’all need a ride?” Jesse greets them, the roll of the self-satisfied words around his already-lit cigar sending sparks down Hanzo’s spine. There are far too many of their teammates around them for the embers of arousal to be anything but inappropriate, but Hanzo cannot stop himself from meeting Jesse’s eyes. He knows Jesse can tell where his thoughts have shifted by the stutter in his breath, the clear surprise flitting across his handsome face, and the answering interest darkening his eyes.

If Jesse flies a little fast, Hanzo does not mind. Nor do their teammates question. They have all felt the adrenaline of victory.

If he and Jesse break from their team members at base slightly sooner than etiquette usually requires after such success, none of them question that either.

#mchanzo #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #Fluff with angst #hurt/comfort #falling in love #the dragons just really like jesse #so does Hanzo lol

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malevolentmango · 7 years

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McHanzo #21 from the drabble meme for @mccrees-left-arm <3

“I thought you lived in a desert.”

“Yeah, what’s your point?”

Hanzo gestures at the dark sky outside, the dense clouds and the rumble of thunder in the distance. Everything is soaked; it’s only just stopped pouring, settling into a light smattering of rain that likely won’t stop anytime soon.

“That we are in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

“Hey now, it rains in the desert,” Jesse says, ruffling a hand through his hair. He’s left his hat on top of his folded serape on the table next to the door, and his boots and socks on the floor beneath it. “Sometimes.”

He’s out the door before Hanzo can say anything else, and Hanzo follows him to the doorway, resigned. Jesse looks significantly less intimidating without all of his usual gear - younger, somehow, with his bare feet and the strands of hair that cling to his skin. And his smile, wide and bright, as he turns his face towards the sky.

He’s going to be a dripping mess when he finally wanders back inside, but Hanzo won’t have the heart to complain. He has an unfortunate weakness for Jesse’s smile.

“C’mon out, darlin’, s’just a little rain!” he shouts, carefree, holding out a hand towards the door. Hanzo looks behind him, as if he expects to find someone watching with a disapproving frown. And then he snorts. He has no such worries anymore.

And besides, everyone else on base is preoccupied with watching Hana and Genji face off in their monthly Tekken tournament.

He toes off his shoes and socks and follows Jesse out into the rain, taking his hand as soon as he’s within reach. Jesse pulls him in, every inch of him soaked through, but it’s not as unpleasant as Hanzo expected. The rain is warm and so is Jesse, and the water dripping distractingly down his neck is a small price to pay for the happiness that rolls off the other man in waves, thick as the clouds that float above them.

“I still do not see the appeal,” Hanzo says, flicking his wet hair back out of his eyes. He’s never been more grateful to have shaved most of it off. “Do you always do this?”

“Yeah, it’s great.” At Hanzo’s disbelieving look, Jesse laughs and adds, “I mean, I don’t do it all the time. But it’s nice, every once in awhile. I love the rain.”

For a moment, Jesse looks far away. Quietly, Hanzo asks, “Why?”

“S’quiet. Drowns out all the noise of the rest of the world until there’s nothin’ left but you. And no one fucks with you when it rains. Makes it easy to just...get away.”

“So why did you bring me? If you wanted to get away from everyone?”

Jesse squints down at him, water dripping down his cheeks into his beard, as if Hanzo’s the crazy one in this situation.

“‘Cause you ain’t everyone.”

Jesse dragging him out into a thunderstorm was unexpected. But what’s not unexpected at all is Jesse bringing a hand up to cradle the side of his face, running a wet thumb across his cheek, and bringing their lips together as the thunder rumbles overhead.

And if Hanzo has a sudden appreciation for the rain that he didn’t have before, well, Jesse doesn’t need to know about that right now.

#overwatch #mchanzo #jesse mccree/hanzo shimada #mchanzo drabbles #mchanzo fluff #drabbles #my fics #mango writes things

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strawberrykaktus · 4 years

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Mchanzo Week day 3: Silly | Boogie

Haha silly me being late, huge thanks for help to mrandmrshimada

#comic #overwatch #mchanzo #mchanzo week 2020 #art #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #mccree overwatch #mcree overwatch #aaaaaaaaaaaaah how people write fluff or any kind of dialogue i was struggling with only this #overwatch hanzo #hanzo overwatch #kaktusart #artists on tumblr #ow fanart #overwatch fanart

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jay-the-angst-king · 3 years

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Hanzo has a lot of thoughts, and they are just as overwhelming as they have always been. I wrote a McHanzo oneshot! This story is just some fluff I wrote back in November, but I was happy to edit it and post it.

#overwatch #mchanzo #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #fanfic writing #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #love confessions

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adhdnap · 3 years

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“So.. How long have ya been in America.. I mean, before this?” the cowboy asked, turning to his new partner.

“A few years.. I mean. No more than four,” Hanzo paused, “On and off.”

“Whaddya mean? On and off?”

“Well,” the archer took a breath before continuing, “I travel from here and back to Japan ever few months.” He paused. “I am trying to right some wrongs I have done.”

The cowboy nodded, he had been there. Not too long before they were paired to be partners, he had traveled trying to make amends with those he wanted to make things right with.

It had gone silent, they had been talking quote a bit just before this, Jesse looked over to see only a pained expression across the young archer’s face.

“D-Does it snow in Japan?” Jesse asked, glancing up at the sky.

“It has.”

“Do you like the snow?”

Hanzo replied with only a shrug. As they walked, Jesse continued to think and fill the silence every so often. His comments met with brief, and often, few word responses. Hanzo’s now limited had started to make him worry. This was not the ideal way to start a partnership. It had only been a few months since their first mission together

“Hey,” Jesse just barely spoke over the wind, “I just remembered.. My papí has a cabin around here, we could stay there until the winds die down!”

Hanzo nodded in agreement. McCree wrapped his arm around Hanzo’s shoulders and lead him toward.

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After having found and gotten settled, McCree hung up their coats and put their boots in the cabbies besides the door.

“Naw. But my papí had his ways,” Jesse said with a chuckle. He was happy that Hanzo seemed to be in a much better mood now.

“Hey?” Jesse perked up, “Want some hot cocoa?”

“Hot.. Cocoa..?”

“Yeah,” the cowboy paused; and with a look of deep concern, he continued. “You have.. Had coca before, right?”

There was a pause before Hanzo spoke.

“I… Am afraid to answer that.”

“I’m gonna take that as a no. And make some.” He flashed a grin and walked. Hanzo stood there a moment. Something felt.. off. An emotion he’d never really felt before. What was that? Why did it just… Happen?

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It had been a little while since Jesse had gone into the kitchen and the silence was making Hanzo nervous. The archer gave the room a quick scan before spotting a remote. After grabbing it, Hanzo found himself staring for a moment. This was different than the ones he had back home. Of course, nothing he couldn’t figure out on his own. Hanzo began fiddling with the remote, lighting pressing a few buttons; some even more than once. Button after button. Hanzo’s eyes darted back and forth between the remote and television. Nothing.

“Jesse?” Hanzo hesitated.

“Yeah?”

“How.. Do you work the television? I.. I think I broke it..”

“Hm?” Jesse peaked in then let out a soft chuckle. “Oh. Naw. It does that sometimes.”

Hanzo watched as the cowboy walked in and kneeled in front of a receiver. Upon watching, he started to notice things. Has.. Jesse always had such a for form? Hanzo’s eyes wandered down the side of Jesse’s arms that were visible, down his muscly thighs and to his firm calves. What would it like to be between them? Maybe a nip here and there. No! He couldn’t think things like that. Certainly not about his work partner.

“There? See?” Jesse turned with a smile, having turned on the television. Hanzo, distracted by his thoughts, remained unresponsive.

“Han?” Jesse tilted his head. “Hanzo?” his brows furrowed as he walked over, quickly waving a hand in front of the archer’s face.

“Hanzo? Hey?”

After a few blinks, Hanzo looked; his body tensed, seeing that he was just inches from – Has.. Jesse always had such a sharp jawline? And.. kissable lips? Hanzo’s eyes darted across Jesse’s face. Just.. One kiss couldn’t hurt right? I mean, what’s the worse that could happen? Even if he rejected it, they’d probably get new—Before her could finish his thought, as if his body were moving on it’s own, Hanzo leaned up. With slight hesitation, he pressed his lips to the taller man’s.

It took a few minutes before Hanzo really processed what he’d just done. They’re in a cabin together because there’s a blizzard out. Where is he to go?

“Han?” Jesse’s voice broke the silence.

Here is comes. Hanzo couldn’t hear open his eyes, not yet. He braced himself for the worst. Yelling, telling him off, gunfire –but there was silence.

Hanzo hesitantly opened his eyes, half expecting a scowl or expression of disgust. But there wasn’t. Jesse was smiling. Just, smiling.

“Would.. Would ya like that cocoa now? I also found some cookies in the cabinets.” Jesse’s eyes were soft, his cheeks tinted pink.

“Um..” Hanzo stammered, “Okay..” He replied with a nod.

“Great,” Jesse turned back into the kitchen to grab the platter. “How ‘bout we find a movie?”

Hanzo nodded then walked over to help Jesse with the drinks.

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