#park ranger mccree

[cuteskitty]

Park ranger and part time cryptid hunter McCree is in love with Hanzo who happens to be mothman. 

They take care of small cryptids together

(This is both the worst and best au I’ve ever drawn)

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[exmachinus]

WIP: Wolves of Yellowstone

presented in the style of @solivar, who is partly responsible for this endeavor of mine, this is a preview of the first chapter of my fic Wolves of Yellowstone

Boy meets wolfgod, and shenanigans ranging from silliness to sexiness ensue. Gratuitious awoo-ing ahead.

Inspired by the musings of @hhgggx, the fanfiction “Ghost Stories on Route 66” by @solivar, and way too many and highly varied late-night conversations with @melissaknowsthings

From his perch in a repurposed hunting hide in a pine tree, ten-ish miles in from the Montana border of Yellowstone National Park, the ranger let out a satisfied huff, his breathing misting in the chilly air. He lowered his binoculars and took down a few last careful notes for the Fish and Wildlife people currently camped out in his office, hoping that these latest observations would help convince them the pack of wolves he was clinging to a tree squinting at were actually going to stay in the area for the next few months. They were afar enough into the interior of the Montana wilderness that the officials in his office insisted a ranger already familiar with the area go and collect some data for them, rather than doing the work of making sure the tracking collars placed on several of the wolves were still in place and functional themselves. If the wolves stayed in the general area for the next several months, they’d likely avoid both prey shortages and poachers, and then move on to someone else’s jurisdiction, taking the Department people with them, in a few months. The ranger couldn’t really bring himself to blame them. Being out in the Montana woods a few hours off dusk in wolf country when the nights were really beginning to make one grateful for having feeling in the toes and fingers wasn’t all to appealing to him either, and he loved his job.

Considering further the approaching dusk, Jesse McCree collected his various pieces of equipment and began descending from his perch back down the rustic ladder, shivering a little even through his multiple layers. Dusk in the woods of Montana was not a time to be outside, much less now as the long dry days of summer were coming to an abrupt end in early September. When his boots hit the much-more-comfortably stable ground, it was indeed the beginning of the end of the day. Heading out at a brisk walk for the clearing where his fellow ranger waited with the truck, the ranger activated his transceiver. “’Reeha, you there? I’m comin’ back, pack’s fine. Got that last data for the Fish and Wildlife people, all the collars are still in place. Maybe they’ll finally be happy now.”

A few seconds later, the coworker Jesse considered more of a sister answered with a radio-scratchy, “Gotcha. Want me to come pick you up?”

“Nah, weather’s still good. Need to stretch my legs a little, was up there for hours.”

“Roger, see you in a few. Over.”

As he walked, Jesse fought against the strangest sense of unease. He’d walked these woods a thousand times and never felt the slightest bit of undue danger, but tonight was different. He shivered and rubbed the back of his neck as he walked. A new moon meant it was gonna be dark as the pits of Gabriel Reyes’ soul that night, with likely some rain coming judging by the wind. Creepy. Jesse was by no means a superstitious man, but having lived in the woods for as long as he had meant he gained an understanding and healthy respect for all the somethings in the woods that weren’t always what they seemed. He rubbed the back of his neck again, feeling the short hairs there rising with the strangely electric air. A small voice whispered in the back of his mind that this was wolf country, after all, maybe he should walk a little faster. Even though Jesse had last sighted the wolves a good while away, he knew how fast they could move when they wanted to. Jesse shivered. By the time he could see the truck’s headlights breaking through the trees he was practically jogging, the hair on the back of his neck standing almost on end.

He paced quickly to the passenger door and hoped Reeha didn’t notice when he slammed the locks down after he climbed in.

She did not, far too preoccupied to notice. “Jesus, Jesse, did you turn your radio off? I must have called you half a dozen times.”

Jesse blinked. “No, no I didn’t- The batteries musta died, Reeha, I’m sorry. What happened?”

Fareeha shook her head, her hair beads clicking. “Jess, you aren’t gonna believe this. They tagged a wolf today, those Fish and Wildlife people that’ve have been around recently. They were out with Gabe and Jack and there it was, not twenty yards away. Gabe said it was looking back and forth like it was trying to decide which way to go on the trail. He said it’s not just any wolf, it’s the literal biggest wolf they’d ever seen. I was just talking to Gabe about it not ten minutes ago, and he was completely serious when he was telling me about it. White as snow, too, and had these neat yellow markings under its eyes.”

Jesse raised his eyebrows and fought back another shiver, but said nothing, reminding himself objectively that it was more than likely a regular wolf and Gabriel “Has Never Been Completely Serious Ever In His Entire Life” Reyes was likely pulling her leg. “So,” he said as he leaned down to arrange his gear on the floorboard between his feet, “I guess the Fish and Wildlife people were having a fuckin’ field day, huh?” Fareeha made an assenting noise as she started the truck and started heading back to the station.

“Gabe says so. He and Jack think it might be some kind of arctic wolf hybrid that wandered too far south and east and ended up here somehow, or it’s a pet that escaped or that someone dumped. Climate change and food supplies and or exotic pet needs, you know the drill. Speaking of food supplies, you have to fend for yourself for a few days. I talked to Jack, he says it’s fine if I spend a few days at my mom’s for Rein’s birthday. I’m assuming you’re going to want me to bring you more of that nasty grape soda that you love so much when I come back?”

Shaking off his unease, Jesse turned to shoot a wolfish grin and a wink at her. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”

Fareeha wrinkled her nose and flicked a look at Jesse’s paunch as she maneuvered the truck down the track. “I believe I know one that does. Fewer sodas, more hikes, and a shave might do you good, Sasquatch. Ma still frets about you and your green leafy material intake.” Jesse snorted and tugged his jacket closed over his shirt, grumbling half-heartedly about busybody women and their mothers while Reeha laughed at him. Frets was a kind way of saying Ana Amari threatened on a monthly basis to come to the park and force-feed Jesse vegetables herself if she wasn’t thoroughly assured Jesse was getting some form of proper nutrition.

After Fareeha dropped him off back at the station, Jesse headed in to close up shop and headed upstairs for the night himself. He hummed a song from an old Western as he went through the motions for bed.

-

The storm hit within the hour. Normally storms acted as white noise for Jesse, had him snoring on his pillow in minutes, but this one was different. He tossed and turned for the better part of an hour before ending up staring up at his ceiling as the rain pounded against his window and the wind howled and roared through the trees. He scratched absent-mindedly at his belly, and his hand drifted slowly farther south, rubbing and running his nails lightly over the skin of his lower belly and thighs. He sleepily considered it for a few moments, but the strange feeling like he was being watched prevented his blood from heating. He didn’t notice when he finally dropped into a light sleep. Even then, Jesse didn’t find rest. His sleep was fractious and his dreams filled with flashes of dark trees and yellow-gold-white fur. He was running through the woods, sprinting, out of breath, the trees closing in on him, hot panting breath on his neck, no time no space no air no air no air��

Jesse woke with a ragged gasp, sucking oxygen, and bolted upright in bed. Or he would have bolted, had there not been what felt like a boulder sitting on his midsection, leading to an undignified brief fit of scrabbling, causing him to be on the edge of asphyxiation and generally unable to move. Jesse had only a moment to struggle before a long crack of lightning lit the room for a single clarifying second and revealed the identity of the boulder. Jesse froze.

Illuminated in the white brilliance of the lightning was the figure of a man, heavy with muscle and wearing a white wolf skin headdress and strange armor, kneeling on Jesse’s stomach with a feral smile rendering his face extremely dangerous. 

[ao3feed-mchanzo]

[WIP PODFIC] Ghost Stories on Route 66

by sksNinja

Nagaina Summary:

"Hanzo Shimada is an expatriate student of the Fine Arts, attending college in what he assumes to be a reasonably sedate corner of the American southwest.

Jesse McCree is an occasionally leather-clad NPS ranger whose duties extend somewhat further than shooing lost tourists back onto the clearly marked hiking trails.

Something weird is going on in the desert south of Santa Fe and their lives unexpectedly come together in the middle of it."

Words: 87, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Hana "D.Va" Song, Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Ana Amari, Other Character Tags to Be Added, A few OCs, all of them good, well some of the them are evil...

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta, Ana Amari/Reinhardt Wilhelm, and a whole bunch of other friend-ships

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Supernatural Elements, Not actually a college AU, Post-Omnic Crisis, Native American inspiration, specifically New Mexico/Four Corners Region, Park Ranger!McCree, Hanzo is not and will never be a dragon, wait that part hasn't happened yet, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Podfic, Audio Content, Podfic Length: 4.5-5 Hours, Atmospheric Effects, TW: gunshot effect

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[solivar]

Hi, can I ask what your Ghost Stories From Route 66 is about?

In brief?

Ghost Stories On Route 66 is an Overwatch Alternate Universe fanfic, inspired by a several pieces of fanart, specifically these:

 https://gunnslaughter.tumblr.com/post/155089688181/givehipstoshimadaaleatherboyfriend2017

....aaaand I can’t find the other one but suffice it to say that the COLLEGE STUDENT HANZO/BIKER DUDE JESSE vibe is strong.

So I set out to write a short, one-shot art student Hanzo/biker dude Jesse story set in the southwest...and it immediately ran away, cackling maniacally, developing chapters, narrative and characterization complexity, and a complex interaction between elements of Overwatch canon and real world history and mythology as it went. It is now, over a hundred thousand words later, a full blown Alternate Universe sci-fantasy in which Hanzo Shimada is an MFA candidate attending school in a theoretically sedate corner of the desert southwest known for being a cradle of the arts, Jesse McCree is a National Park Service ranger of very specific calling (it’s hunting monsters), there’s something weird going on in the desert south of Santa Fe, and their lives collide in the middle of it. The Omnic Crisis still happened. Magic is real. Gods and dragons actively meddle in people’s lives. Everyone is probably going to fail their midterms or otherwise blow their thesis presentations. Someone may get eaten by a horrifying monstrosity.

And it’s almost done. 

[threadbare30s]

Dead by Daylight (David King/Jake Park) - "You Look Like You Need A Hand"

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Happy Valentine's Day!! I recently played this game called Dead by Daylight and I have to admit that one of the things that attracted me to the game are some of the survivors in the game, namely David King and Jake Park. I think in some ways this pairing reminds me a lot of Overwatch's McCree/Hanzo. I like that both are very capable of taking care of themselves but I'd like to think that they'd love it if they have another person they can rely on.

Unfortunately, there aren't that many fics or fanarts dedicated to them. However, I recently found one fanfic that I enjoyed. It's written by someone called sawbones and titled Ranger Med-Kit. It's a must read if you like this pairing. The story is basically about David and Jake having an extended conversation post trial and eventually consumated their attraction to each other. It was brief, spicy, and left me wanting to read/see more of this pairing.

While I can't write to save myself, I've been wanting to do some fanarts of these two. On a hindsight, it was a mistake to start a fanart with this level of details. Maybe I should have started with something simpler because I really didn't know what I was doing. I'm sure some things are out of proportions or not pointing at the right directions. I have no idea how to do shading either. Oh well, at least I get to do something for these two on Valentine's Day.

[nitewrighter]

What does hanzo, mccree, fareeha and satya do in the regular rei/ tattoo artist & florist au?

Fareeha’s a PE teacher/basketball coach at the local elementary school, Satya’s a librarian ( *picks up book* “I will put you in your place.”), Hanzo’s a botanist/photographer who travels a lot, and McCree’s a park ranger.

[tacticalvisor76]

Body slam genji and mccree lol. They be dizzy and sore genji maybe not cause he quick. Gabe be a big baby and just like nope not letting you go. He be like carrying you everywhere and like grumble at anyone

Jesse would have a giant ass bruise from the slam. Gabe loves his boys, but when they're being shits they can handle themselves. 

This big baby snake would carry you everywhere for a while so expect to have his arms around you whenever he can. Grumbling at even the other park rangers, monsters and other visitors that you have to interact with. 

[vrruh]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 I’ve recently started reading @solivar ‘s Ghost stories on route 66 because I have my finals now so I’m reading a lot of fanfictions and drawing lots of fanart

It’s so weird I love it (also Hanzo’s an art student and I can relate. Also, McCree as park ranger speaks to me. On numerous levels.)

[hylias-silliest-soldier]

Tagged by: @angrysapphicheda Thank You!!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

Nicknames: Zelda

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 5′3.5″ i guess

Time right now: 8:53 pm

Last thing you googled: Superlatives in spanish

Fave music artist: Halsey and Fall out Boy?

Song stuck in my head: I’m just wild about harry? (It’s a song in a puppy bowl commercial)

Last movie I watched: Land of Dreams and Madness

Last tv show I watched: The Puppy Bowl

What I’m wearing right now: Bulbasaur T-shirt, Jeans, Legend of Zelda slippers and socks

When I created this blog: Late 2015

The kind of stuff I post: memes, zelda, clexa, su, overwatch, angry politics

Do I get asks regularly?: No

Why did I choose my url: I love the Legend of Zelda and the goddess Hylia

Gender: Female

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Pokémon team:  It’s been too long, but I had a piplup I loved

Favorite color: Green and Blue

Average hours of sleep: 7-10

Lucky number: 11?

Favorite characters: Link, Princess Zelda, Prince Zuko, Uncle Iroh, Ana Amari, Jesse Mccree, Clark and Lexa 

Dream job: Park Ranger  

Number of blankets I sleep with: 1 or 2

Tagging: @babypavy @acurious-thing @starvelings

[entropic-introspection]

Ok, fic rec time! Ghost Stories on Route 66, http://archiveofourown.org/works/10205831/chapters/23801658, by Nagaina on AO3 WIP, currently 5 chapters Main pair: McHanzo, side of R76 and a few others mentioned mainly by the tags at this point It's spooky American Southwest culture kickstarted by art student Hanzo having some mechanical troubles and ending up finding handsome Park Ranger McCree who helps him out And then it all goes to shit in true spooky "this shit has lived on this land forever and it doesn't really view humans kindly" Featuring some fantastic descriptive writing, gay dads, a horrible younger brother who is believably a little shit and genuinely helpful and compassionate by turns, believable roommate shenanigans and situations, and the slightly less believable position Hanzo occupies therein of being the 'practical and sane' roommate

[cuteskitty]

I love both mothzo and mccree but now all i can think of is both posing in that cursed picture of the big moth and the guy just standing there 😂

That cursed photo is my favorite thing

Ko-Fi

[exmachinus]

Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)

Relationship: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada

Additional Tags:Rimming, Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Okami Hanzo Shimada, park ranger mccree, Shower Sex

Words: 3191 Chapters: 1/1

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so, uh, *coughs* 

it was recently the birthday of @melissaknowsthings, aka the one whom i spend 90% of my time screaming about overwatch with, and i promised her porn for it. 

this particular iteration of okami hanzo was originally created by @hhgggx who gave me the okay to write some stuff in this verse, and was partly inspired by @solivar whose park ranger mccree in her story “Ghost Stories on Route 66″ is possibly the most perfect human to ever sort-of exist. ahem. 

happy fuckin’ birthday, mel, you filthy thing.

extremely nsfw, gratuitous awoo-ing ahead

[ao3feed-mchanzo]

Promises of Little Dragons

by MissBooGirl

Hanzo Shimada and Jesse McCree have been together for three years, and they'd like to add to their happy little family. They start with two Akita Inu puppies, but soon discover those won't be the only new additions.

Words: 2129, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Additional Tags: Trans Hanzo Shimada, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, family au, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pregnancy, Architect Hanzo, park ranger mccree, Trans Male Character, Jesse Is The Absolute Best Boyfriend

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[solivar]

WIP Ghost Stories On Route 66

aka the one where Hanzo Shimada is an expatriate art student, Jesse McCree is an NPS ranger, both are more than they appear, something weird is going down in the New Mexican desert, and their lives collide in the middle of it.

Thanks be to everyone who participated/voted in the Name Jack’s Seeing-Eye Hellhounds poll awhile back for your contributions to my slow descent into madness are finally seeing the light of day.

A plot was being hatched. Hanzo watched it unfold out of the corner of his eyes as he helped fetch Tupperware containers to box up the uneaten food and shuttled armloads of dishes and silverware back to the kitchen to be washed. Hana was, perhaps predictably, in the center of it as she buzzed around the room helping to fold up chairs and rearrange furniture. Zenyatta, he realized, appeared to be deeply involved as well, as they helped maneuver the dining table back into place and, to his surprise, Hot Vampire Dad/Jack, who spent an intense three minutes discussing something in an inaudible undertone with her while they pretended to be having a hard time unlatching the legs of a folding table.

 “Hana is definitely up to something,” He muttered, sotto voce, as he passed the ranger on his way to the refrigerator with an armful of freshly loaded storage containers.

 “Dare I ask?” The ranger, up to his elbows in soapy dishwater, asked as he returned for another armload.

 “I’m not sure but, well, I’ve known her long enough to recognize all her tells.” Hanzo replied, peeking around the edge of the archway.

 Zenyatta and Hana and, to his surprise, Reinhardt had Genji more or less pinned against the window seat overlooking the porch, chattering happily away. Hot Vampire Dad/Jack and Terrifying Smoke Monster Dad/Gabe were having what looked to be a quiet but animated conversation next to the fireplace and TSMD, frankly, had at least two too many pairs of eyes narrowed to gleaming crimson slits for anyone’s peace of mind. Lucio and Ana were building a pair of geometrically perfect pyramids out of the leftover fruit and pastries on the two platters they’d claimed and were at least close enough that he could hear them talking quietly but seriously about neuroacoustics and the role of sound in general and music in particular in the healing arts.

 He ducked back around before anyone could notice him spying and found the ranger leaning back against the counter with the dishwater circling the drain and a grin curling both sides of his mouth that would not have looked completely out of place on at least one of his parents. Hanzo opened his mouth to ask the provenance of that expression only to be stopped by a gentle if slightly damp and detergent-scented finger pressed against his lips as the ranger came to the archway, fishing a keyring out of his pants pocket as he did so.

 “Reinhardt, could you and the gang here take all this extra stuff back to the storage lockers?” He tossed the keys underhand and Hanzo heard them make contact with someone’s palm.

 “Sure, we’ll be glad to help!” Hana perked perkily. “C’mon, Genji, you’ve got to see the inside of the park office, there’s a little museum and everything, we’ll pick out shirts, it’ll be fun.”

 “Wait, what -- “

 “Come, my young friend!” Hanzo was fairly certain that was the sound of three folding chairs and his brother being tossed lightly over someone’s mountainous shoulder and hauled outside. “I seem to recall that you also offered to show us your mighty companion. I, for one, have always wanted to meet a dragon.”

 “Hey.”

 “Give it up, G, you’re totally outnumbered on this one.” Lucio that time, sounding amused. “And once we’re done at the park office, we’re talking a nice, slow walk up to the hippy garden center and a nice, slow walk back.”

 “REALLY?!”

 “Yep.” That was Hot Vampire Dad. “Behave, you two. Don’t do anything that would traumatize your other father too much.”

 “Jack.”

 The front door closed, firmly, and Jesse stepped out of the kitchen just long enough to lock it. Hanzo, astonished at the speed with which the entire maneuver had been executed, stayed where he was, pinned to the kitchen wall.

 “For the record? You’re right, she was up to something.” Jesse leaned up against the arch at his shoulder and peered around it. “We worked it out while you were rousting your brother. Are you okay, darlin’?”

 Hanzo gave that question the consideration it deserved. “I’ve had better days.”

 “No doubt. I kinda get the feelin’ you aren’t the sort to bare your soul all that often.” Gently. “Didn’t mean to make you do it now, either. I’m sorry for that.”

 “Don’t be -- it’s not your fault.” Hanzo wished, desperately, that the kitchen had some sort of decorative wall hangings or visually arresting tchotchkes to fixate on but, no, only windows and herb planters and basically utilitarian dish towels. “Genji and I had already decided we were going to tell the others because it was going to come out eventually anyway and then --”

 “Everything happened all at once and suddenly you weren’t just telling your closest friends, it was your closest friends and a bunch of people you’d never met before, and that is my fault. I shouldn’t have asked just then. And I’m sorry, because that hurt a lot more than it had to.” A warm hand came to rest on his. “If there’s anything I didn’t want, it was to cause you more pain.”

 There was something in the ranger’s voice that sounded dreadfully familiar, though it took him a moment to place it. “If I accepted your apology, would that make you feel better?” Hanzo asked, feeling a helpless giggle trying to make its way up his throat and crushing it without mercy.

 “Yes. Yes, it would.” The ranger sounded bemused, not offended, and at that Hanzo did let the giggle out, not exactly the sanest sound he’d ever made, but significantly less maniacal than some. “Hanzo, are you -- “

 “You may consider yourself forgiven.” He half-turned to face the ranger, his ranger, and found him staring down with eyes darkened almost to true black, a worry-mark engraved between his brows. “This is going to sound terrible, but I really feel I should say it. There are maybe a handful of people in the world who actually care if I’m in pain. Approximately all of them are in this town right now. It continuously astonishes me that you’re one of them. I’ve been nothing but trouble to you.”

 And now his eyes did darken that last shade and Hanzo found himself being pulled into an embrace he was not at all inclined to resist, resting his face against the curve of the ranger’s shoulder, and could not help but notice how rapidly his heart was beating. “Yeah.” It came out on the breath of a low chuckle. “Trouble followed you to my door -- but you aren’t the trouble and, even if you were, that’s not all you are.”

 “For now I think I’ll choose to believe that.” The embrace tightened a fraction and Hanzo nestled himself more closely into it, listened to the ranger’s breathing as it evened, as his heartbeat slowed back to normal, and couldn’t repress the shiver that travelled down his spine as warm fingers came to rest on the back of his neck.

 A thought crawled through his mind -- a wild and dangerous thought that immediately caused that little voice he associated with reason to begin screeching in painfully high-pitched distress which proved to be startlingly easy to ignore. His hands found their way, slowly and gently, to the ranger’s hips and it felt almost as if they were made to lie there, curves perfectly aligned. He turned his face slightly, so he could nearly feel it beneath is lips when when the ranger’s pulse jumped in his throat and he most definitely felt the breath catch. His own mouth and throat went painfully, impossibly dry as he looked up. “Jesse?”

 “Darlin’?” He moved back, just enough to look down, as Hanzo leaned up to meet the motion.

 The brush of their lips was delicate, gentle, entirely chaste. It set Hanzo’s blood on fire as though he had naphtha running in his veins and someone had just dropped a match. It took all his strength not to demand more than that and he pulled back as far as he could against the grip on his shoulders. “Thank you -- for coming for me, for saving my brother and my friends.”

 The ranger -- Jesse, his name is Jesse, you just kissed him, you fool, I think you can call him by his name now -- made a tiny, pained noise in the back of his throat and the grip on his shoulders tightened nearly to the point of discomfort. His eyes flickered, something bright dancing in their depths, and he squeezed them closed, a tremor running the length of his body, and Hanzo reached up to cradle his face in his hands. “Jesse -- Ranger McCree -- are you --” A horrible thought occurred to him. “Did I hurt you? Are you hurt, have you been injured this entire time, should I --”

 “No.” It came out ragged, more a gasp than a proper word. He reached up and took Hanzo’s hands in his own and squeezed them gently, and when he opened his eyes they were his gentle, dark and tired and sad. “It’s -- it isn’t like that. I wanted to talk to you -- about this, about the possibility of this, I shoulda done it this morning before everything else happened but I --” He stopped, breathed deep, and looked away. “We need to put fresh bandages on you. And we need to talk. But for right now, why don’t you go grab yourself a shower and I’ll find you some clean clothes. Okay?”

 Hanzo nodded and, for a moment, neither of them moved. Then, with a whole-body sigh, the ranger let go of his shoulders and he all-but fled to the bathroom.

Why did you do that why did you do that why in the name of all the gods ever did you do that?! The voice of reason was wailing in the back of his mind and, once again, it was fairly easy to ignore because his heart was singing, no his heart was more than singing, his heart was Julie Andrews twirling through a field of wildflowers on the top of a mountain singing a Tony Award winning song from the world’s most famous musical and he. Could. Not. Stop. Grinning. They were going to talk. About this. And, frankly, talking about this was more than he ever expected, more than he ever thought to expect, more than he ever thought to think he might deserve, not after that morning, after hearing from his own lips how weak and selfish and useless he was, and he ruthlessly cut that train of thought off before it could reach its inevitable conclusion.

 He wants to talk! He mouthed at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror as he pulled the tee-shirt over his head. He didn’t scream or run away or punch me or say ‘I’m sorry, darlin’, I just don’t swing that way’ he wants to taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalk.

 The bandaging gave him a moment of pause, wrapped as it was all the way up his arm from fingertips to shoulder, the only uncovered element being the swirls of ink across his left pectoral plane. The strips overlapped almost like braidwork, letting his elbow and wrist flex almost normally even though his fingers felt stiff, and were secured in such a way that he absolutely could not find an end to begin unwinding them despite a diligent search. It was with some trepidation that he opened the door and called down the hall, “Ranger McCree?”

 “It’s still Jesse, darlin’.” His voice echoed back from the kitchen.

 Hanzo’s heart tumbled off into distinctly floral-scented squeeing rhapsodies again and for a moment he actually forgot what he wanted to ask. “The bandages -- is it okay to get them wet, or…?”

 “Oh! Yes -- leave ‘em on for right now, they’ll handle gettin’ soaked and then we can just cut ‘em off.” He poked his head around the edge of the archway. “You got everything you need?”

 “Yes, thank you!” There were, in fact, fresh towels just inside the linen closet and the shampoo and scrub that formed the basis of so much of the ranger’s own scent and Hanzo found himself turning the water far, far colder than he usually preferred just to make it through the bathing process without mortally embarrassing himself.

 Jesse left a gift of fresh clothing hanging on the back of the bathroom door, a pair of sweatpants more his own size and a long-sleeved shirt that he elected to leave off for the time being. He found the ranger in the freshly reconfigured living room, with what was likely the strange and numinous equivalent of basic first aid supplies laid out on the coffee table, sitting with his elbows braced on his thighs and his head resting in his hands. His hair looked as though he’d spent the last several minutes alternately tugging at it and smoothing it down and he was absorbed enough in what he was thinking about that he missed Hanzo’s soft-footed entrance entirely. “Jesse?”

 The ranger, he couldn’t help but notice, had that special level of personal deportment that made it seem as though he completely meant to leap to his feet with a sound somewhere between shriek and a squawk while not quite falling over a stationary piece of furniture when startled. Hanzo drew upon hundreds of years of iron self-control producing cradle training and managed to keep a completely straight face as he settled on the world’s most comfortable couch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to alarm you.”

 “Oh, my heart.” Jesse settled back into his chair. “I’m going to put a cat bell on you.”

 “Would that help?” Hanzo asked, and absolutely could not restrain the foolish smile that crawled across his face as he said it.

 “...It might.” Jessed grinned that bone-melting grin of his and Hanzo heroically resisted the urge to dissolve into a puddle as his spine crumbled under the influence. “Ready?” He moved over to the couch and held up a set of what Hanzo knew to be trauma shears.

 “Do I have a choice?” He held out his arm and Jesse slipped the blunt tip of the shears under the edge of the bandages and began snipping carefully.

 “Point. Still, there’s ready and there’s ready.” Jesse’s smile was both warm and wry, in a way that made his stomach and his heart reconsider their earlier joint acrobatic endeavors as inadequate. “I gotta warn you, this isn’t going to be pretty to look at for a while, but we’ll do what we can to speed the healing.”

 “I sort of guessed about the not-pretty part.” He watched as the bandages parted. The distortion began roughly at mid-bicep along a ragged line -- part of the tattoo remained untouched. The rest looked like a child’s chalk drawing that had been left out in the rain, streaks of color stretched through striations that looked half like horribly distorted scales, half like unhealthily thin and mangy fur. The socket where the eye had lain in the middle of his forearm was an empty pit ringed in reddened, raised flesh that was genuinely tender to the touch. Five tiny puncture marks lay just below it, on the inside of his wrist, scabbed over. The skin was stretched thin over his fingers, the knuckles swollen and sore, the nails lengthened and thickened. Emotional preparation allowed him to look steadily at it without feeling too much urge to screech and claw it all off with his free hand and teeth. “Was it...trying to give me claws?”

 “We think, yes.” Jesse slipped on a pair of nitrile gloves and opened a jar of cobalt blue glass; the scent that wafted out from it was rich and bittersweet, almost like incense, and the touch of it on his skin was sleek and soothing. “I...kinda have a confession I need to make and I’m not sure how to start.”

 “At the beginning?” Hanzo suggested, casually, oh so casually, hoping that excruciatingly complex gymnastics routine taking place inside his ribcage was not clearly audible in his tone.

 Jesse applied the first layer of replacement bandaging to his fingers. “I suppose you’re right about that.” A second layer went on, and the careful weave between them and over the knuckles and across the palm to give it a bit more flexibility. “I...kinda didn’t tell you the whole truth about what happened, after you were hurt and I had to reel you back into your body.”

 The acrobatics in his chest abruptly ceased in mid-routine as the uneven parallel bars collapsed under a sudden, crushing increase in local gravity. “...Oh?”

 It must have shown in his voice because Jesse looked up from his hand, an expression of intense distress on his face. “Nothing I told you was a lie, I promise. Not a word. But I didn’t tell you everything I should have because, honestly, I thought you’d take the medicine and things would sort themselves forthwith and everything in your life would go back to normal and I’d never see you again. I really, truly never thought for one moment that I would see you again, that the thing that attacked you was one of the elder naayéé, that any of this would happen. I never would have sent you back with nothing but a box of tea and my business card to protect you otherwise.”

 “I never thought that of you.” Hanzo replied, his ribs decompressing a bit. “You really don’t seem to be the sort to let others die of their own stupidity.”

 “Yeah -- that’s kinda part of the job. Literally, it’s in all the Federal service employee handbooks.” A little grin came and went on his face and he bent again to his task, making sure the bandages allowed him a reasonable amount of motion in his wrist. “When I caught up with you, you were badly hurt. In retrospect, I realize that the Serpent-Wolf probably tore you open tryin’ to get at something it wanted inside you but, at the time, you just seemed...mauled. And I saw that you’d already been hurt, sometime in the past -- Minamikaze left a mark on you that’s impossible to miss. And all of it was makin’ it hard to hold you together, to get you back into your body where you would be reasonably safe, and unless stuff like this is involved --” He gestured at the supplies laid out on the table, “I ain’t much of a healer. It’s not my gift. I needed help.” He finished the last bits of the wrapping, and sat back a little. “Let me see how it flexes.”

 Hanzo put his arm through its paces and Jesse made a few adjustments. “Who did you ask?”

 Jesse finished the last of the securements and rose to add a bit more fuel to the fireplace. “Someone who could help bind you back into your body, and help hold the pieces of your soul together until you could heal on your own. Which was the purpose of the medicine Ana made, actually, to help the healing process along and --”

 “Jesse.” Hanzo said quietly. “Would it help to know that I I I I had a vivid dream, an extremely vivid dream, that I was here and so were you and your parents and you were talking about --” He took a deep breath, swallowed that lie before it could go any further, and changed course. “I’m sorry. That was unworthy of both of us. I walked out of my body again that first night, after you brought me home. Not at first -- I slept very deeply at first. But toward morning I came back, and I heard you speaking to your parents about this -- about a tie, between us, and how you couldn’t sleep because if you did it would draw me back here. Have you been awake this whole time?”

 He rubbed the back of his head, everything about his body language the precise junction between sheepish and ready to jump out of his skin, a little huff of laughter making it past his lips. “Yeah, I’ve been. Not that it appears to have helped any. So you...heard that whole thing.”

 It was not a question but Hanzo chose to treat it as one. “I did.”

 “Believe me when I say I wouldn’t have done it if I’d had any other choice.” He addressed that to the fire and the tension in his shoulders and spine ratcheted another degree. “The...person I asked for help did help. Stitched your soul back together and tied you back to your body, but the...threads, for want of a better term, that she used to do it came from me, so I could lend you strength and protection until you were fully healed.”

For the sake of the one who lent you this, I think you should, perhaps, not meet him just now. The words echoed through him and he knew, knew to the depths of his being, that he hadn’t been dreaming when he heard them. “You gave me a part of your soul.”

 “I didn’t mean -- I didn’t want -- to force a bond like that on you, but if I hadn’t you would have died.” He hunched his shoulders as though he were expecting a blow, or a verbal excoriation, or some other, equally improbable thing that Hanzo could not imagine doing, his voice soft and edged in anguish. “The good thing is, now that you’re here, we can undo it -- take the time to heal you properly, all of it, and make you whole again.”

 “All of it?” Hanzo rose and joined him by the fire, rested a hand on his arm. “Whole?”

 He shivered, a whole-body thing despite the warmth of the fire, and half-turned, the firelight catching his eyes. “When we brought you in last night, I called Ana in right away -- your friend was hurt, and you were hurt, and your brother was losin’ his mind from worry. She saw in you what I saw -- the scar in your soul -- and she thought it might be more than that, a wound that had closed up on the surface but was still raw underneath, not really healed at all. Ana, she knows how to fix that sort of thing, how to make things that didn’t come together right at first heal true. If anyone could do it, it’s her.”

 “Jesse,” Hanzo asked, the words barely making it past the knot in his throat, “are you -- you can’t be --”

 “I’m sayin’ we might not be able to give you a dragon, but maybe we can give you back the whole rest of the world -- and who knows what you could find, or what you could become, once you have the eyes to see and the voice to speak and the hands to touch again?” He rested a hand over Hanzo’s own, and squeezed gently. “You don’t have to be a dragon to be more than nothin’, Hanzo Shimada. You’re more than that already. You just need to find your way and we can help you with that.”

 You do not know who you are, cousin. But you have chosen the path that will lead you to the where and the when that you will. You need only the courage to walk it. He heard it again, soft and husky, affectionate and faintly mocking, as though the speaker were standing at his back, whispering in his ear. He felt the truth of it resonating inside him as completely as he had ever known anything in the years he had spent studying at his uncle’s side, or the years he had spent since, broken and incomplete and disjointed from all he had once been and thought he would never be again. Something stirred in his heart, something he hadn’t dared to entertain for so long he had almost forgotten what it felt like, something bright and fierce even weakened with disuse, and he found it curling his lips into a smile, filling his eyes with tears.

 “Yes,” It took him a moment to force his voice steady. “Yes, I would like that. When can we start?”

 *

 “Yes,” Ana Amari informed him, an hour and a half later, as they sat together in the pleasantly shady courtyard portico of Jack and Gabe’s hacienda, drinking deliciously minty tea from antique Moroccan glasses. “He has been awake this entire time, mostly by virtue of abusing his access to my pharmacopeia and his own gifts and, yes, it is enormously dangerous for him to continue doing so. Such energetic overdraws cannot be held at abeyance forever and when they come due it can cause lasting harm.” She fixed Jesse with a baleful hawk-eyed glare. “Fortunately, one of you has turned out to be sensible.”

 “Ana, you wound me.” Jesse clutched his heart, his expression one of cruelly abused innocence. “And, for the record, I’ve also been drinkin’ a lot of coffee.”

 “Whatever Jamie brews in that machine shop, it is not coffee. I seriously doubt it’s even of plant-based extraction.” Ana set her glass down with a decisive click. “I wish to examine you both, separately and together, to determine where the junctures between your souls lie and how the exchange of life and strength is passing between you.”

 “Of course.” Hanzo agreed, echoed a moment later by Jesse’s serenely even, “Yes, ma’am.”

 “Ideally, we should begin as soon as possible -- Cerrillos is as well-defended against intrusions from Beyond as anywhere, but no defense is unbreakable and the thing that pursues you is particularly aggressive.” She paused. “I would like Dr. Tekhartha to consult on this matter, as well. His insight may be invaluable.”

 Zenyatta was, at that moment, in the largest of the compound’s four greenhouses, the one that contained a profusion of medicinal plants so vast that even Hanzo’s own comprehensive education on the topic failed completely before they reached the third row of hydroponic tables, though he was fairly certain at least a few of the species on display were highly toxic, deeply hallucinogenic, or some combination of the two. He caught a glimpse of Zenyatta’s smoothly hairless head bowed next to Genji’s offensive-to-nature green one, their attention apparently entirely engaged by something relatively close to the ground, and, as they rounded the table, he could see why. Gamboling playfully around their feet was a creature that looked like the inevitable outcome of a torrid threeway between a corgi, a pangolin, and a jar of vantablack. The only actual suggestion of its friendliness was a smoke-white tongue lolling out of a winsome doggy smile, because the hellfire crimson eyes, inch long fangs, and spiky, eye-disturbingly lanky body suggested an ankle-savaging would probably be the least of anyone’s concerns if you happened to step on it in the dark.

 “Jesse,” Hanzo asked in an undertone, “what the actual and entire fuck is that?”

 “Oh, that’s Chad. One of Jack’s seeing-eye hellhounds. Well, okay, technically he’s not really a hellhound in the traditional sense of the term -- he’s a barghest, actually, Jack tripped over him in a Snickelway awhile back and they took a shine to each other, he was just a pup at the time.” Jesse grinned. “Wait ‘til you meet Binky.”

 “Chad.” Hanzo repeated.

 “Yep.” Jesse agreed.

 “Your father named a hellhound -- “

 “Barghest.”

 “--Chad.”

 “Yeah, Gabe pretty much suspended his naming things privileges after that.”

 Chad-the-barghest-not-hellhound, as though he instinctively knew he was being discussed, looked in their direction, uttered a bone chilling ululation that would no doubt have driven a high-strung British nobleman to his death on the moors, and galloped at them, tongue wagging in hellpuppy delight. Jesse crouched down to meet him and presently had both hands engaged in the process of providing a tummy-rub that, given the angles of the creature’s fur and the fact that light seemed incapable of escaping its surface, might have violated at least a few laws of physics.

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Wolves of Yellowstone

by theladyhathaway

Boy meets wolfgod, and everything from silliness to sexiness ensues. Gratuitious awoo-ing ahead.

Inspired by the musings of @hhgggxx on tumblr (interrobang on Ao3), the fanfiction “Ghost Stories on Route 66” by @solivar (Nagaina on Ao3), and various late-night conversations with @melissaknowsthings

Words: 4135, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Additional Tags: Okami Hanzo Shimada, park ranger jesse mccree, Tags to be added, Shenanigans

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Persuasion

by theladyhathaway

Okami Hanzo does not like baths, and is too cunning for anyone's good. Shenanigans ensue.

Words: 3191, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Additional Tags: Rimming, Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Okami Hanzo Shimada, park ranger mccree, Shower Sex

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