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Week 1 Recs: One Shot, One Kill

The Week 1 Fic Rec Friday theme was "One Shot, One Kill," or fics that clock in under 10,000 words. Here are all the bite-sized fics recommended by the Yeehan community, organized by rating, then alphabetically by title.

General Audience

A Dragon's Treasure by SetsunaNoroi [5,958 words] Reccer comment: "It's a bit of comfort read; short, sweet, humourous, charming, and hits a lot of what I enjoy reading in a YH fic."

Hanzo can't help himself in developing feelings for Jesse McCree, but that doesn't mean he has to share them. With his sins, he is better off alone but still he can't help but want him. It should be fine as long as he just never says anything. Unfortunately his dragons have different ideas and keep trying to lay claim on the cowboy. Mostly McCree is just confused.

In Hot Pursuit by AsheRhyder [3,928 words] Reccer comment: "Loser man Cassidy fumbling the bag with Hanzo ft. Papa Reaps."

Cassidy can flirt, but he's never had someone actually take him up on the offers his silver tongue makes.

Hanzo is determined to win whatever game they're playing, especially when the prize is a flustered cowboy.

Gabriel and Jack just want to play cards.

To Grow Old Together (Is the Ultimate Declaration of Love) by PlanetaryRose [697 words] Reccer comment: "v short but v v sweet"

“I don’t just love you Jesse, I adore you, you are my heart but it is more than that. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, to grow old with you and have you forever by my side and in my arms.

You consume me in every way, mind, body, and soul. I would spend the rest of my days with you, dedicate my life to you.”

Teen and Up

Dreamlike by mataglap [4,063 words] Reccer comment: "4,063 words of achingly sweet fluff!"

Hanzo is used to bad dreams, and he never would have expected that a good dream would end up haunting him the most.

Finding Home, Building Home by coinin [1,975 words] Reccer comment: "rly sweet slice of yeehan, punches u in the face in under 2k words!"

It's taken a while, helped along by teammates, arguments about furniture, and quite a bit of cat hair, but Jesse's finally made a home.

Midway by robocryptid [2,329 words] Reccer comment: "2329 words that I go back to often because it hits a perfect balance between funny, sweet and romantic."

Cassidy and Hanzo go undercover at the fair to track a mark. Obviously they blend in best if everyone assumes they're a couple. It goes exactly how you think.

Silver Screen by DerpyMcButtface [1,990 words] Reccer comment: "Some people might hate me for recommending this one bc it’s SAD, but I really love the premise, and it’s VERY well written."

It's far, far in the future. The heroes are dead, old, or getting there fast. They're making movies now, about Overwatch, but not everyone's happy about that.

Mature

All the Love You Ever Get by SaltCore [3,387 words] Reccer comment: "3387 words to make you cry (mind the tags!)"

Some carry the last words they'll ever hear their soulmate say like a brand on their skin. Whether it's a blessing or a curse is for the philosophers to decide.

Hanzo, for his part, would rather fate had passed him by instead of leaving her mark.

Electric by mataglap [2,212 words] Reccer comment: "Caught up in a thunderstorm, gets spicy"

They get caught in a storm. Things get slightly out of control.

Fire from the Gods by Adolphus Longestaffe [1,372 words] Reccer comment: "very short but beautifully written"

Used to be every time he looked away you got afraid he didn’t love you no more. Now every time he breathes out you’re afraid he won’t breathe in again.

Shrimp Heaven Now by Liquid_Lyrium [5,916 words] Reccer comment: "utterly silly fun"

Hanzo is single-handedly trying to get them thrown out of every Red Lobster in town. McCree is just along for the ride.

Explicit

blisters by cosmicevil [3,141 words] Reccer comment: "A gut punch every time I read it"

Hanzo is going to figure it out.

Debriefing by MittenCrab [6,332 words] Reccer comment: "The scene from this fic haunts me (in a good way). I think about it quite a lot. 6332 words by MittenCrab. A lot of feelings. So many feelings."

“You did not debrief,” Hanzo says finally. It’s more a statement than a question.

[McCree’s mission goes badly when he crosses paths with Reaper - the man who was once everything to him. Wounded and frustrated, he meets Hanzo at one of their safe houses, where he discovers that debriefing can be a lot more fun than he’d previously imagined. (PWP)]

Familiar Habits by Philosophics [8,176 words]

After joining Overwatch, Hanzo finds it difficult to sleep some nights. It is nothing a hot cup of tea cannot fix, but he never expected that he would have company.

(or: hanzo is very thirsty, in more ways than one)

It Will Come Back by CorvidFightClub [3,434 words] Reccer comment: "3,434 words, it’s fuck or die with bonus werewolf :D"

McCree and Hanzo are captured by a gang somewhere in the American Midwest after a mission. The situation becomes more dire when Hanzo finds out the gang isn’t the only thing he has to worry about.

On the Mouth by super_duper [3,292 words] Reccer comment: "I always come back to this one bc it's such a perfect balance of virgin and manslut Hanzo"

Jesse and Hanzo have a thing. Jesse would like it to be more than a thing. Hanzo has a secret.

Slippage by robocryptid [1,389 words] Reccer comment: "some more angst with smut and questionable comfort in 1389 words"

Cassidy compartmentalizes. Hanzo knows it, because he does the same.

It’s supposed to be simple, and it’s anything but.

your good side by motorghost [2,053 words] Reccer comment: "this one by motorghost is so delicious!!!"

Hanzo feels himself changing because of Cole. There's lots of ways to thank him, but when you only have nightly webcam chats, your options are limited. Luckily Hanzo is more creative than Cole knows.

Thank you to everyone who sent in a recommendation! Keep an eye out for next week's theme: "Feel-Good Hour," for all your heartwarming fluff needs!

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noctiseclipse · 1 year

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Yeehan week day 2: love language

Here's a little drabble I put together for day two's prompt! I always get a lil nervous posting my written stuff - I really AM an illustrator first haha, but I hope you enjoy 'cause I had fun writing this!

if you want to read this on AO3 instead you can do so here!

Cole knows his… partner? Boyfriend? They never really talked about it much, so he figures he’s safe to call him whatever he wants until told otherwise. Anyway, Cole knows his partner Hanzo loves him.

What? It’s true!

Sure, he’s never said the words, but he gets that cute lil’ squiggle between his eyebrows whenever Cole says it and blushes somethin’ fierce. Cole’s the talker in their relationship, and it ain’t just around the love confessions. He swears he makes up a good seventy percent of the words they say. Not just to each other, but around other people too.

Just ‘cause his honey ain’t much the talking type don’t mean he doesn’t communicate exactly what he wants. Hanzo’s practically the master of micro expressions; of body language that carries just as much if not more than a sentence ever could out of Cole’s mouth.

Yeah, Hanzo shows he loves Cole too, even if the words never come out.

Like… that time Cole tore up his serape on a field mission and was cursin’ up a storm about it on the way back to base since the damn thing’s so sentimental.

He goes to take a long, hot shower, not that it did much for his mood. When he gets out, lyin’ on their bed is the serape, repair stitches so fine it was practically as good as new.

Hanzo was sitting there reading too, looking as innocent as can be. When Cole tried to thank him, he just brushed it off, but still! It was better than any damn love confession Cole’s ever had before, he can tell you that much.

Then there was what came to be known around the Watchpoint as ‘The Guacamole Incident’. Cole gets to talking about home one night, late on top of the tower. He knows he’s going on and on about how he’s just a little (okay, maybe a lot) homesick for the food from this little taco truck around the corner from where he grew up.

He’s had lots of great tacos and enchiladas and elote in the years in between, but he swears he’s never had guacamole like what they could make. Hanzo listened to him sayin’ all this stuff, quietly interjecting with a ‘hm’ now n’ then, but Cole didn’t think he really listened to his ramblings, you know?

They went to bed soon after, and Cole didn’t think much more of that night until a week later, when it was Hanzo’s turn to cook.

The next part he remembers vividly:

He walks into the kitchen around dinner time and Hanzo, his beautiful, wonderful, stubborn partner looks like death warmed over.

There’s bowls and bowls and even more bowls strewn about the cooking space, on top of all the food that’s already been prepared and set out. Food that smells fuckin’ amazing if Cole does say so himself. He makes his way to his partner and leans down to give him a kiss when he smells it: avocado, lime and spices from… guacamole?

Cole takes a minute to look around the kitchen over Hanzo’s shoulder and he realizes: all the little bowls are filled with guac. Just fuckin’… must have been dozens of avocadoes sacrificed to make this much of it. Cole remembers taking a step back from Hanzo and looking at him all confused. The archer looked sheepish now that Cole’s realized what’s been going on because yeah, the situation was really, truly ridiculous.

Cole barely manages to stifle his laughter as he observes the damn guac, backing away from Hanzo to look at all his sweetheart’s hard work. He drifts closer to the bowls and realizes he smells something real goddamn familiar.

It’s the fucking childhood food truck guacamole. It’s different than what’s in the other bowls, which means this beautiful man must’ve spent most of the day working through dozens of recipes to find just this combination.

His head snaps back up to look at Hanzo and he swears he’s having an out of body experience. He remembers reaching out for the bowl, grabbing some tacos from the plates Hanzo had put together, and giving him the look.

Hanzo just followed him out, looking unsure as all hell as to where Cole was taking this – taking him, but same as always, he follows.

And, well. Let’s just say they had a really, really great night after that.

So yeah, there was, let’s see: the serape, and then the guacamole, and a million other little things in between. The latest thing though; that was probably the most important.

‘Bout three weeks back, Cole n’ Hanzo come stumbling in from a rough mission. They’re all pretty rough these days, on account of they’re down to a fraction of the force actually required to stand up to Talon and all the other threats Winston sends ‘em after, but this was real, real bad.

Cole managed to fuck his arm up somethin’ awful sometime in the early hours of the day before. Thing was spasming all over the place and thank Christ he knows how to reload Peacekeeper single-handed.

It’d been hard, running around with a half-functioning prosthetic, but it ain’t like they got triage for computer bits on the field so. He just had to deal with it at the time. The second they’re back in the sanctuary of their little dormitory though, Cole practically rips the damn thing off.

Well, close as you can get to ripping off a hunk of metal with a neural link to your brain.

Alright, so it was a lot more careful than him just ripping it off.

Hanzo breaks his own gear down at the same time. His sweetheart’s gotta stick to routine, helps him keep his head in the game, not like Cole would ever blame him. Hanzo freezes when he’s done though. His normal process of immediately strip-down-and-go-shower to separate the outside from the base is halted, and that makes Cole stop too.

The cowboy waits, hand frozen on his arm. He figures if he gives him enough time, Hanzo will tell him what’s on his mind. It don’t take too long before he’s rewarded.

“I can help you,” Hanzo says, soft and confident. Cole tilts his head at the words, wondering what his honey means.

“Han, darlin’, I ain’t sure what skills y’ got buried in that head o’ yours, but if you can help me get this damn thing off, I’d certainly appreciate it.”

A now-familiar sheepish, embarrassed look crosses Hanzo’s face.

“I can take it off for you. I can repair it for you too, cowboy. You should not have to suffer through days of waiting for Torbjörn or Doctor Ziegler to have enough time to help put it back together.”

Hanzo refuses to meet Cole’s eyes. He reaches under their bed for a new-to-Cole metal case, and heaves it onto their coffee table, back still turned to the other man. Cole – well, Cole is baffled, if he does say so himself.

“Han, when did you learn how to repair prosthetics? Not that I’m saying you ain’t capable, but that’s a hell of a lot of work to put into learnin’ something that you can’t use for yourself.”

Hanzo merely shrugs his shoulders. His hands tighten on the handle of the case. Cole waits him out again, and it don’t take long before he’s gritting more words out.

“…I learnt it for you,” he says, and it’s good as screaming he loves Cole from the rooftop – hell, from the middle of the dining hall during breakfast. Cole breathes in real deep and takes the few short steps toward Hanzo.

He places a hand – the flesh one – on top of Hanzo’s clenched fists. He noses the back of his honey’s neck and feels as Hanzo takes his own deep, shuddering breath. Cole kisses the skin he can reach from this position, letting his lips linger and ignoring the smell of days-old mission sweat.

“You are – “ Cole starts, and for once he finds himself at a loss for the words.

Hanzo is the one to wait him out this time, steady under Cole’s lips.

“You are the most confounding, wonderful, thoughtful man I’ve ever met. I ain’t just lucky to know ya. I’m so damn lucky you take the time to think of me – that you want to do things for me,” Cole says.

He pauses and slides his hand up Hanzo’s arm to catch his elbow. He presses, gently urging Hanzo to turn and face him. The archer does, hands now empty as the case rests on the table behind him. Cole’s hand continues its journey up his arm, landing with a caress on the side of Hanzo’s face.

A flush has already started high on Hanzo’s cheekbones. Cole bends down to brush a kiss against the blushed skin before continuing, lips hovering between his cheek and ear.

“I love you so much, regardless of all the thoughtful things you’ve done for me. But these things… ain’t nobody ever cared about me the way you do, honeybee. They don’t just make me feel loved – they make me feel seen. That… God, I think I’m at a loss for words here.” Cole huffs out a laugh and places another kiss on Hanzo’s cheek.

He pulls back to look at Hanzo properly. The flush is back in full force, dusting red across his whole face and down his neck. The archer meets Cole’s eyes for a second before he looks away again. That’s alright with Cole. He knows this is hard for him.

The cowboy leans in for one more kiss, brushing his lips softly over his magnificent partner’s.

Of course, that’s just the time another spasm rolls through his prosthetic. Cole huffs out another little laugh against Hanzo's lips.

“Well sweetheart, what do you say we give your new skills a try?”

All that is to say, well, if Cole had ever been unsure of Hanzo’s affection, that night would have cleared everything up. ‘Course, he never doubted Hanzo anyway.

Nah, Cole will keep his words. He speaks enough for the both of them. Love looks different for Hanzo, and Cole’s goddamn grateful for it.

check out day one's post here!

#yeehan week #yeehan #drabble #writing #fanfic #hanzo shimada #cole cassidy

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