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(first time writing fics for something like this so bear with me!) 1. oh my god they were roommates | ao3 link |

“One? One room left? There are no other rooms? Are you entirely sure?”

The woman gave Hanzo a strained sympathetic smile and shook her head. Hanzo’s hands noticeably twitched from where they were clutching the wooden counter, and Jesse let out a defeated sigh as he walked back to the waiting area holding their gear.

Under normal circumstances, McCree would’ve felt offended at the vehemence with which Hanzo was using to beg the poor lady at the front desk to magically pull another hotel room out of her sleeves. But the circumstances were this: it was the holiday season in a distinctly cold, touristy district of Japan, their mission had gone to shit after their informant turned out to be a double agent, and things had been tense between him and the archer as of late. And really, even though McCree tried to force himself to not get irritated at the fact that Hanzo wanted a separate room, he couldn’t help it. He thought things were going good between the two of them, until Hanzo inexplicably started acting cold and callous a couple of weeks ago. Whatever the case was, McCree knew he just had to wait it out until Winston sent them the all clear to make it out of Japan and back into Gibraltar. Then he could easily avoid the other man, just like he did with all his other problems.

Jesse watched as Hanzo walked back to him with a pinched expression. He sat down next to McCree hard, crossed his arms, and let out a huff. Probably wasn’t the best time to be a smartass but….

“Did your good manners and natural charm not work on her?” Hanzo’s poor facade fell into a sour expression, and McCree fought hard not to laugh at how ridiculous it looked on him.

He turned to direct the look at the cowboy. “I could bribe her with splitting your bounty, if you desire.”

McCree snorted at that. “You can try.”

Another tense silence settled between the two of them. Jesse sighed again and stood up.

He looked directly at Hanzo. “Look, I dunno what your deal is, but this is the only hotel in the entire district that’s cheap enough for us with a free room. I’m going to book it, and you can join me, or you can stay out here all night, freezin’ in the open. Gotta remind you though, I’m not the only wanted man in this building.”

Hanzo pursed his lips before he slowly stood up and grabbed their gear. The archer stayed silent through the entire process, only letting out a pained noise when it turned out their room contained a single queen sized bed.

“If it really bothers you that much,” McCree spoke to his ever-silent partner in the elevator,” I’ll take the floor.”

Hanzo sighed and spoke for the first time in a half hour. “You will do no such thing. The bed is big enough and we are both exhausted.”

“Wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable though, the way things have been between us,” McCree said, glancing at Hanzo from the corner of his eye. The archer just frowned deeply in response, moving in front of McCree in the small space as they reached their floor.

The room was nice, albeit small, and Jesse was secretly glad that Hanzo was willing to share the bed. There wasn't much floor space to be spared.

“I am going to shower. Order some food, if you would.” Hanzo said, tossing McCree the room phone. It hit McCree’s arm while he watched, transfixed, as Hanzo lifted his shirt up, muscled back to the cowboy, before shutting the bathroom door closed with his foot.

Okay. So, McCree was willing to admit the tension might partly be his fault. Or all of his fault. Jesse had been having more than friendly thoughts about the archer for the past month or so, and right around the time Hanzo changed his attitude about the cowboy, McCree had gotten completely wasted with the other man during one of their nightly drinking sessions. He couldn’t exactly recall most of that night, but Jesse wasn’t dumb; he had said or done something, certainly. Something that had pissed Hanzo off. Putting two and two together, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what went down. Or that Hanzo wasn’t interested.

Food ordered, McCree tugged his coat and scarf off, draping them on the single armchair in the room. He pried the balcony door open and went out for a smoke, grunting a little as the cold bit at his nose. Maybe he should’ve left the coat on. Small flecks of snow fell on the railing from where the roof of the balcony ended and McCree lazily traced patterns in the ice as he waited for the food to arrive. It was the perfect romantic climate. Jesse’s thoughts started flying out of his control, coming up with a slew of scenarios in which Hanzo somehow felt the same way he did. He thought about how soft his lips would be pressed against his, the scratch of his always perfectly groomed beard, the noises he would make. It would probably taste sweet, like that sake he was always drinking. Then he started thinking about how sweet other parts of the archer would taste and he reigned his thoughts back in like a wild mare. The cold wouldn’t help with any physical reactions he would’ve developed on that train of thought.

When he came back into the room, Hanzo was seated at the edge of the bed combing his hair. He wore a loose sleep shirt and gray sweatpants, and his eyes were closed as he repeatedly dragged the comb through his dark locks. McCree stared. His heart ached in that sad, familiar way he began to associate with the other man. He cleared his throat and Hanzo opened his eyes, turning to look at him.

“Hanzo….I-”

There was a knock on their door, and McCree inwardly groaned. Hanzo raised a brow and tilted his head to the door. Food. Right.

McCree gave a tight smile. “I’m gonna go get that.”

After the food was paid for and brought in, McCree’s resolve crumbled. He ate in tense silence with Hanzo, until the archer surprisingly broke and turned the television on. Some strange Hallmark Christmas movie was playing and Hanzo’s face fell in disgust, matching exactly what McCree was feeling. “Welp,” Jesse grunted, moving off the bed after finishing his food,” ‘M gonna shower. Have fun watching that.” Hanzo just grunted in response, strangely engrossed in the program.

He spent the next half hour in the bathroom, mentally preparing himself for sharing a bed with someone he had a schoolyard crush on. Jesse just needed to use an old tactic he had perfected through a youth of misguided choices and an adulthood of willingly made bad decisions: fake it ‘til you make it. It was going to be easy (lie). He didn’t even like Hanzo in that way all that much (lie), it was just….cabin fever (big lie). He psyched himself up with more thoughts about how Hanzo’s hair wasn’t even that silky, how his huge arm muscles were actually a bit off-putting instead of extremely attractive, how his face twisted with anger was unnerving instead of the hottest thing McCree had seen. Easy (he was hopeless).

Hanzo was probably already asleep anyways.

However, when Jesse opened the door, towel drying his hair, he was surprised to find Hanzo sitting in the armchair with a white box on his lap. He stood up at McCree’s presence.

“Jesse….” Hanzo fidgeted nervously. McCree felt his heart pound.

The only times Hanzo called him that were when he was making the archer laugh or when they were flirting. Or when shit got serious.

Jesse remembered his tactic at the last second, and schooled his face. “Somethin’ you need?”

Hanzo frowned a little and stepped forward, tapping his fingers on the box. “Jesse. It has come to my attention that I have not been the most….pleasant this month.”

“Really now,” McCree drawled, taking a seat on the bed. He tossed his towel past Hanzo onto the chair and crossed his arms. “Nice to see you’ve gotten more self aware.”

“I am trying to apologize,” Hanzo said through an even deeper frown. “I apologize if I have been….less than acceptable towards you lately. I-”

“I’ll accept,” Jesse interrupted, and Hanzo narrowed his eyes at the cowboy’s words.

“But?”

McCree sighed, tired of whatever game had come about between them. “But, you gotta tell me what I did so I don’t piss you off again.”

Hanzo frowned impossibly deeper, muttering in Japanese, and took a seat next to him on the bed, placing the box behind them. Jesse waited impatiently as Hanzo heaved a deep breath and looked down into his hands.

“Two weeks ago, we were drinking together,” Hanzo started, and McCree’s stomach fell.

Jesse held up a hand to stop him. “Hanzo, whatever I said, I….can’t say I didn’t mean it, but I’m sorry you had to find out that way. I planned to tell you differently. When I could be sincere and use the right words, and….not be drunk.”

“What are you talking about,” Hanzo questioned, brows furrowed. “I am referring to the incident where I slept in your bed with you.”

McCree choked on air. “What?”

Hanzo’s face flushed and he grimaced. “I knew you would not remember. You were terribly drunk, and I took you back to your room. You would not let me go after I placed you on your bed and I….” Hanzo sighed. “I have been mad at myself for staying. I left as soon as I woke but I did not want to- I assure you that I am not the kind of person to take advantage of people.”

McCree’s head was swimming, thoughts becoming another tumultuous storm. “So, you slept in my bed with me that night, while we were both drunk as hell, and started acting snippy because you were mad….at you?”

“Well, when you say it like that,” Hanzo huffed. It was silent for a couple of seconds before a bubble of mirth grew in Jesse’s stomach. McCree couldn’t help it; he started laughing. Hanzo smacked his arm, tried to say something, but Jesse just laughed harder and pulled the archer into a hug, arms around his shoulders.

Hanzo tensed and McCree realized he’d never said his part.

“Right, well,” McCree said through breathy laughs, pulling back to look at Hanzo’s face, “I’m actually quite taken with you so that might explain that.”

Hanzo’s mouth dropped and he made a small sound in the back of his throat, and then it occurred to Jesse that just because Hanzo had apologized for whatever the hell, it didn’t mean he liked him back.

Jesse sobered, swallowing audibly, and released him. “I, uh. Well….shit.” The tense silence returned yet again and McCree decided he might as well stick his entire leg in his mouth. “I mean it, by the way. I like you a whole lot, and have for a while. I understand if you don’t feel the same, so really I should be saying sorry for- mphf!”

Hanzo’s mouth moved fervently against his, effectively shutting him up, and Jesse closed his eyes at the sensation. Soft lips- check. Beard satisfyingly scratchy- check. Hanzo’s hands moved from Jesse’s shoulders to grip his jaw and the back of his neck, changing the angle, and in turn, Jesse pulled him almost onto his lap, hands at the small of the archer’s back. Noises were mostly being made by Jesse, who groaned throatily at the feel of Hanzo’s tongue against his, licking into the roof of his mouth. Right when Jesse felt that he could hardly breathe, they parted with a small sound. Hanzo panted and rested his forehead against McCree’s, smoothing his hand down the cowboy’s neck. Jesse opened his eyes to take in the sight of a kiss ravaged Hanzo, and was not disappointed- his cheeks were flushed, his hair was a mess, and his lips were satisfyingly swollen and plump. Jesse moved a hand to Hanzo’s face and traced Hanzo’s bottom lip with his fingers. Hanzo opened his eyes, looked into Jesse’s half-lidded ones and shivered.

“‘M gonna make a wild guess and say that the feelin’ is mutual here?” Jesse finally rasped after he found his breath.

Hanzo chuckled and kissed his fingers softly, starting a fire in the pit of Jesse’s stomach. “There is the smart-minded tactician I fell for.”

Jesse moved to place Hanzo onto the bed, ready for a whole lot more than kissing, then stopped at the sight of the box. “Wait, what’s this?”

Silence. Then….

“It is a cake.”

Jesse pursed his lips. “A cake.” He raised his brows at the archer.

Hanzo flushed and looked away, at the TV. “In that movie, there was an exchange of cake for apology….so I. Went out and got a cake. When you were showering.”

Jesse burst into laughter again, pulling the archer tight into his arms, and this time, Hanzo joined him.

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Apparently, due to the weather and the absence of a certain pilot from the Watchpoint, Hanzo and McCree ended up sleeping together in the same room for another week- at the expense of Winston, of course.

“Think of it as a gifted vacation from me. Happy Holidays, guys,” he called, pushing his glasses up his face. Both men didn’t even pretend to be upset at the prospect of another week away from the no-privacy zone that was the Watchpoint. They made good use of the bed (which, Jesse found, was just as good for cuddling and sleeping as it was for more strenuous activities) and took walks around the district, window shopping and actual shopping for people back in Gibraltar.

On the third to last day of their vacation, the woman at the front desk perked up as the two men walked by. It was always slow after the bulk of the holiday season hit, most people checking out instead of checking in. Thus, they had become her mysterious form of entertainment as they apparently planned to stay until the New Year. She had previously thought they were two strangers looking for a place to stay together last minute because of a delayed flight, but recently….

Her eyes narrowed on a dark mark on the side of the smaller man’s neck just below his ear, (un)fortunately not hidden by his red scarf. She gasped and picked up her cell to make a call.

“Girl, you are not going to believe this….”

#mchanzo #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #peapodmchanzoweek #writes #oh god forgive me if this is a bit ooc #or even posted early....#its the 2nd here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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were-dragon · 5 years

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Sharing room, sharing life

Here comes the new year of our Lord 2019 and with it I bring you my fic for the day 1 of Peapod Mchanzo Week 2 with the prompt: Oh My God They Were Roommates! (which btw I love XD). With it, I honor my resolution to be more productive on the writing front. fingers crossed

Please enjoy!

P.S.: This will be a very McHanzo year for me, I feel it in my bones!

Words: 3+ k

Rating: G/T

Pairing: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Tags: oh my god they were roommates, getting together, supportive little brother Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada is his usual guilt-ridden self but he’s trying okay?, Genji has no time for your cowardice Hanzo go talk feelings like the adult you are suppose to be, Jesse is precious and I want him to be my best friend too, Peapod McHanzo Week

AO3: Sharing room, sharing life

“That is…”

“It does not come close to the luxuries usually reserved for the Shimada oyabun, I know.”

Those words spoken in the voice of his brother were enough to squash any and all reservations Hanzo could have. Instead, he gave a shallow bow to his brother.

“This is more than enough.” And then like an afterthought. “Thank you.”

For a moment he foolishly thought that would be it but then his brother let out a mechanically sounding sigh.

“It is not a permanent arrangement, brother. The cleanup and reconstruction go slow as we cannot hire anyone but with another pair of hands it will go that much faster.”

Hanzo made sure his face did not betray even the slightest shadow of his thought on that matter.

He swore allegiance to his brother’s cause, knowing it will come with its difficulties. It is only fitting, after all. He might not have expected one of those would be sharing a room with a virtual stranger but he will manage.

“It is alright, Genji. I have grown unused to the luxuries you speak of in the past years regardless.”

The silence following nearly made him wince. How foolish. He had no right to compare his past years of discomfort to whatever Genji had gone through.

Cold, metallic fingers touched his shoulder; the temperature difference startling even through the silk kyudo-gi. He managed not to flinch away from it, though he couldn’t stop his muscles from tensing.

“I promise, brother, this is temporary. I do not wish you to be uncomfortable here. I hope we can rebuild. In more ways than one,” he added with an amused kilt to his distorted voice that was so very much Genji Hanzo’s throat tightened at the influx of emotion.

After that, Genji left him to his own devices. Hanzo made his way to the unoccupied side of the room, testing the bed and mattress while taking the rest of the room in.

It was certainly lived in, though not in the usual sort of way. There were barely any personal objects Hanzo noticed. The bed had clear sights of use and there were clothes at the foot of it but there was hardly anything that would tell Hanzo more about his roommate. No pictures, no trinkets, nothing. And there was an unpacked bag under the bed, very much mirroring where Hanzo pushed his own bag under his new bed.

In a way, those were some hints at least. The man was probably drifter like himself nowadays. And he knew it was a man because Genji told him as much. That and a name. Jesse McCree. Genji said they were friends from the old days. Also that the man agreed to share a room with Hanzo.

That could go many ways. But Hanzo trusted Genji and his brother seemed to have full confidence in the arrangement.

Hanzo took in a deep calming breath through his nose… and immediately scrunched it up in displeasure.

And he was a smoker. Delightful.

Surprisingly, he did not meet one Jesse McCree until after the evening meal was done with and he retreated back into his- their room.

He walked in just as a plain tan shirt was half up an impressive expanse of tanned and heavily scarred back. With quite the pleasing muscle definition.

“Ah.” Hanzo let out eloquently just as the man turned around, his brown hair tousled as he finished pulling the shirt off in a hurry. Hanzo politely turned his gaze away but not before his brain managed to categorize several even more pleasing details; the slightly staggering amount of chest hair among them. “I apologize. I did not mean to barge in on you like that.”

There was a noise of recognition, quickly followed by a chuckle.

“Nah, is fine, pardner. Ya must be Genji’s brother, nice to finally meet ya.”

At that Hanzo’s gaze snapped back to the man expecting a mocking expression going with that sentence but receiving instead a broad smile and a hand thrust in his direction. It took him embarrassingly long to shake it but McCree patiently waited for him to gather his bearings.

“It is nice to meet you as well, Mr. McCree.”

A deep chuckle that very nearly sent shivers down Hanzo’s spine.

“McCree is fine. Or Jesse. I don’t dwell on that mister stuff much. Been an outlaw far too long for that.” There was something in McCree’s expression, hidden behind the happy exterior, that Hanzo felt keenly in himself despite not being willing to name it.

That was enough for Hanzo to make a decision.

“You may call me Hanzo. Thank you for sharing your space with me.” He bowed to McCree very slightly. More of a hint than anything but clearly enough to fluster the man.

“Um, think nothing of it, really. I think we’ll get on just fine.”

His grin was dazzling.

And get on fine they did indeed. Hanzo joined the organization with a single goal in his mind; to earn Genji’s forgiveness. In his mind, he could not be forgiven so easily, no matter what Genji had said. There was much to atone for.

But as the days went on, he found himself more often than not in the company of the resident gunslinger. And he discovered he did not mind. The man was friendly and talkative but he could respect Hanzo’s need for silence. He had no inkling how the man did it but not once had to Hanzo ask for space or quiet.

It was after he brought the subject up with Genji that his brother told him McCree’s ability to ‘read the room’ was uncanny. Almost infamous, especially when it came to his commanding officers as he knew exactly how far he could push before he got into real trouble. Hanzo understood why McCree and Genji grew so close in the past despite their troubled pasts, they both were of the rebellious sort when it came to authority.

He knew about McCree’s past partly from his brother, partly from the man himself. He did not shy from talking about his days at in the old Overwatch, he hinted at his life in Blackwatch, and more often than not made fun of his days in Deadlock. Very much in the way Genji nowadays made fun of his life with the Clan. That told Hanzo enough and he did not pry for more than the gunslinger was willing to share. And he did find his stories amusing. It was no hardship to let McCree steer the conversation in that way.

The companionship was something he came to treasure much faster than he would ever guess possible. It could have been in part thanks to the ten years of loneliness but he believed it to be McCree’s nonjudgmental attitude more than anything else.

As much as he later felt guilty for it, there were moments where McCree could make him forget, for just a short while, his past mistakes and the pain stemming from them.

McCree even helped him understand the new Genji a bit more. And going so far as to play an intermediary for them to ease the atmosphere. It pleased Hanzo to realize they had less need of him as of late. It hurt less to hear the mechanical buzz of his brother’s laughter and warmed him more to be the one who prompted the laugh.

When he and McCree were drinking at cliffside as they were prone to do sometimes and he turned to the gunslinger with thanks, the man did not just wave it off as something unimportant, instead, he smiled and said: “I’m glad. Ya both deserve some more happiness in yer lives in my opinion.”

And Hanzo found it easy to return the smile.

Hanzo woke up choking on a scream. When he opened his eyes the room was dark and it did nothing to dispel the image of his brother’s body hitting the floor, his screams still resonating through the dojo of the Shimada castle.

He turned his face into the pillow just to muffle any sounds escaping from between his tightly pressed lips. Hanzo shivered as the sweat on his body cooled down in the climatized room.

Why is he here? What is he even trying to achieve?

What could he ever do to earn forgiveness for such a heinous crime? How could Genji forgive him for that?

His mind swirled with the images of blood and steel and green hair until his stomach clenched in a wave of nausea. He lifted he his head from the pillow to breath more easily in an attempt to calm it down when the soft humming reached his ears.

Hanzo extremely slowly turned his face towards the other bed where he hoped McCree was still soundly sleeping. He couldn’t see much but he could recognize the silhouette of the man, lying on his back, one knee bent and the left prosthetic arm lying over his eyes.

The gunslinger hummed so quietly it wouldn’t wake Hanzo on itself but now that he was awake he could recognize a familiar melody in it, thought the name of the song eluded him.

He barely noticed his own breathing calming down as he listened, still lying on his belly, half of the face pressed into the slightly damp pillow.

And he did not notice at all when his eyes closed and his mind quieted down enough for him to drift back into sleep.

They have not spoken about that night. Or any of the nights that followed. Hanzo was not sure if McCree even knew he had an avid listener now or if he pretended to not know for sake of both their dignities. Either way, they did not breach the subject of nightmares despite the fact both of them suffered from them heavily.

Surprisingly, it was their work that brought first big argument into what was nearly idyllic cohabitation.

“You are being unreasonable, brother.” Genji sighed from where he was sitting next to him on the roof of the building C. They had an unmarred view of the sea from there, the mid-morning sun making it glitter like a field of sapphires.

Hanzo breathed in the salty air, letting it out through his mouth in an attempt to calm clear his mind. Something that his brother was attempting to thwart.

“I do not believe I am.”

His brother huffed, the sound grating. “I know you do not believe you are. That does not make it any less true. I am sure Jesse is not being any less unreasonable though, so I guess I can’t blame you fully for this.”

Hanzo cocked his eyebrow at him as he detangled that sentence. They got into a habit of foregoing Japanese in favor of English but sometimes it got away from them. For both they sakes Hanzo decided to switch to their mother tongue.

“He willfully endangered himself and with it anyone who left their positions in an attempt to help him. And he had the gall to laugh it off as if it was of no consequence.”

“That’s just how Jesse is!” Genji threw his hands into the air in a dramatic gesture. “He’s all flair and brash deeds but he does know what he’s doing, Hanzo. And his plan worked! You should not have scolded him like a child in front of everyone.” Hanzo felt a pang of guilt at that. Belatedly he realized that was not a good decision on his part but at that moment, after he watched the gunslinger waltz in the middle of an open field to lure out the enemy sniper, Hanzo was too furious to stop and think. And so he unloaded all his fear disguised as fury onto McCree in front of everyone. And then McCree’s wounded pride took care of the rest.

Now Hanzo was imposing on his brother in a room with a single bed simply because there was no room for two. And at that a bed that was not intended to be shared by two grown men. He was aware that even the bags under his eyes had bags, for he has not been able to sleep for four nights, partly from the conditions and partly because his nightmares got worse now that there was no one who would soothe him back to sleep. And didn’t that sting his own pride, to realize he needed to be sung to sleep like a babe.

“Hanzo, come on. This is not so terrible,” ‘not as terrible as other things you’ve done’ Hanzo’s mind supplied, “it couldn’t be fixed with an apology.”

And that was it, wasn’t it. Hanzo could go and apologize and it could all be alright. Or he would apologize and learn it fixes nothing and he had ruined the one good thing he had in his life besides Genji. It was better to sit here, not knowing. If he didn’t try, he couldn’t lose.

Genji next to him sighed, again. “You know, never before I believed you to be a coward, brother. Not even back then.”

Hanzo flinched, the words stinging worse than anything the Elders ever threw at him. He stared at Genji as his brother got to his feet, disappointment radiating from his posture. He patted Hanzo on the shoulder.

“It is okay, Hanzo. You are just a human after all.” With that as his parting words, he scaled the building down, leaving Hanzo to gape at the empty spot where Genji had been standing.

Knocking at the door of his own room felt surreal in a way but it did nothing to alleviate Hanzo’s nervousness.

He could not let Genji’s words stand uncontested. He would not tolerate being called a coward. No matter who says it. It took him two hours to decide on a plan. In the end, he chose to confront McCree in their room, there was enough public baring done for both of them. If necessary he can make his apology public later, should McCree chose it to be so.

The door opened to an exhausted looking gunslinger with dulled brown eyes and a shaggy beard. Yet Hanzo had to suppress a gasp as their eyes met. It was a while since that happened, McCree avoided his eyes every single time their paths crossed this past week.

McCree seemed to perk up, before immediately stiffening. Hanzo’s heart sank.

“Hi,” McCree broke the silence between them first.

“Hello,” Hanzo replied, silently chastising himself for making McCree speak first. They were still standing there, looking at each other and Hanzo was beginning to lose whatever courage his spite bestowed him. “May I come in?”

McCree started at that, looking behind him before stepping aside, his left hand on the back of his neck. “Of course, sorry. I mean, it’s your room, too.”

Hanzo gave a nod of gratitude and stepped in, letting McCree close the door behind them.

The room was very much like he remembered it. His bed still made from the morning before the mission. Except there were four of his arrows on the comforter now. He must have made a sound of some sort because McCree hurried to explain.

“I- yeah, I found those on the range. Thought you might want to have them back. Probably should have put them in the armory, ‘s stupid. Sorry.”

He went to grab them, then stopped, and awkwardly took two steps back again, making more space in between them.

Hanzo felt like the awkward tension is going to choke him and huffed. “This is ridiculous.”

He turned before McCree could say anything else, already talking as he did so. “I have come to apologize. I should not have said what I said. And certainly not in front of everyone. I am sorry I lost my composure so… epically.” He winced a little at the word. It sounded rather Genji-like, probably betraying Genji’s involvement in the current situation, making him look even more inept at human interaction than his usual behavior did.

When he looked to McCree’s face he could see the corner of his mouth twitch and it stung. But then the man’s expression morphed into a solemn one and he took a step closer.

“I’m sorry, too.”

Hanzo opened his mouth to protest but McCree steamrolled over anything he might have said.

“No, I am, Hanzo. I know I can be rash and how it looks, and you didn’t know that and I could have told ya, and them, what my plan was. That’s on me. I’ll try to do better next time, alright? I won’t change, too old fer that, but I’ll try. For you.”

Hanzo blinked several times in astonishment. He… had not expected that. None of that.

“I-” He was at a loss as what to say. McCree huffed and embarrassed laugh.

“That didn’t- eh. I won’t lie I was right pissed at you scolding me like some newbie but I thought about it and talked about it. And was talked at about it quite a lot, too. And I think I get it. I just- I don’t want to lose ya but if you want, I can switch with Genji.”

“Switch- what?”

McCree’s smile was rueful. “Rooms. So you two could bunk together. Probably should have done that at the beginning but I didn’t think of it and he hadn’t asked.”

Hanzo stared. McCree wished to move out? Switch with Genji?

“Please do not do that, we would end up killing each other,” he blurted, then immediately winced. But McCree laughed.

“No, ya wouldn’t. But thanks. For not wanting to, I mean,” he was palming the back of his neck again and Hanzo thought he could see his cheeks color. But that couldn’t be right.

“I do not wish for another roommate,” was what he said next. “I had thought you might but maybe not?” He asked, not fully able to keep the hopefulness out of his tone.

The man shook his head rather wildly. “Nope, don’t want that either. Yer stuck with me.” He grinned and this time Hanzo let himself smile back.

“I am sorry, though. I should have come sooner to apologize but-” he paused, deciding to say thing outright this time. “You are able to make your own decisions, albeit rash and endangering sometimes.” McCree shrugged with a boyish grin on his lips and Hanzo rolled his eyes, then continued. “I want you to know my words did not come from anger as much as they came from fear.” A deep breath. Not a coward. “You have become quite important to me, Jesse McCree. And the thought of losing you influenced my actions and words that day more than it should have.”

McCree’s eyes were now wide as he stared at Hanzo but before he could start to worry the gunslinger’s face bloomed into a wide smile. The next moment he was hugging Hanzo who stiffened at the sudden invasion of his personal space before slightly relaxing into it.

“I’m so sorry, Han. We were arguing and then you didn't come back and, damn, I was so afraid I drove you off with the stupid stuff I said.”

“You did not,” was all Hanzo thought to say as he reached around McCree and put his hands on the shirt-clad back. With a little internal start, he realized it was the same shirt the man had worn the first evening they met.

“Yeah, but what I’m tryin’ to say is that I care about you too, Hanzo. And the thought of losing you was driving me half mad.”

Whatever power held Hanzo firmly upright this whole time decided at that moment to give up and he sunk into the embrace, his body molding itself to McCree’s.

“I will stay as long as you will have me, Jesse.”

The noise that came from the gunslinger was half laugh, half sob. He pulled back from Hanzo, his smile blinding. “You shouldn’t say that ‘cause that just might be forever, darlin’.”

Hanzo’s heart skipped a beat at that. As many times as McCree used that particular endearment, it never sounded quite like that. It never before gave Hanzo hope.

“I think we can discuss that later, for now, you look like I feel. We should go to sleep. I am excited about not having to share a bed with my brother anymore.”

They had time. This thing, whatever it is, does not have to be rushed. They can take their time exploring it and enjoy it.

“Wiser words, darlin’,” McCree smiled down at him before stepping out of the embrace. Hanzo did not even feel the loss too keenly as the warmth of McCree’s body lingered on his skin.

It was later when they were both in their beds when Hanzo dared to ask for what he wanted.

“Jesse?” The gunslinger hummed. “Would you sing to me?”

There was a beat of silence that stretched as the seconds ticked by before a soft hum sounded through the room and Hanzo let his eyes slip shut with a contented sigh.

His sleep may not be filled with only pleasant dreams in the future but he knew that his waking hours will more than make up for it. With that thought, he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

#mchanzo #my fic #peapodmchanzoweek #day 1 #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #genji shimada #shimada brothers #they were roommates #one shot

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wyntera · 5 years

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Peapod McHanzo Week is here! Check out Day 1′s entry, right now!!!

#mchanzo #peapodmchanzoweek #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #wyntera wrote a thing!

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wakkowraith · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison(Background), Ana Amari/Reinhardt Wilhelm(Background) Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Ana Amari, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Original McCree-Shimada Child(ren) Additional Tags: Peapod McHanzo Week, Wedding Fluff Series: Part 7 of Peapod McHanzo Week 2k19, Part 3 of La Conejita y Lindo Summary:

It is two years into Jesse and Hanzo's relationship, and their families merge into one.

The happy ending in this AU - but that doesn't mean there won't be more ;)

Do you enjoy my work and want to support a fic writer? Buy me a coffee!

#mchanzo #peapodmchanzoweek #overwatch fanfic #markiboss writes #cyl au

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lochdandloaded · 5 years

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Tinted Moonlight is coming to @aughtpunk & @wyntera‘s #PeapodMchanzoWeek2k19! As a huge apology for the unexpected hiatus between updates of Tinted Moonlight, I'm going to participate in the Peapod Week with 7 days of Tinted Moonlight oneshots!

Summaries: Oh My God They Were Roommates! -- Rated M

Deleted scene from Chapter 8. Jesse wakes up next to Hanzo in bed and muses on this man he has yet to know fully. AU -- Rated T

On the night of The Fight and his curse by the Okami, Hanzo is found and captured by Overwatch while Genji balances between life and death. McCree and Reyes try to uncover who and what this ethereal creature is, with the cowboy digging a little too deep for a certain god's liking. Secret Admirer -- Rated M

Set between Chapters 2 & 3. Hanzo watches Jesse work out from the shadows, finding himself cautious but nonetheless attracted to the strange wolf he's found himself with. Maybe he can find a way to bring him to his bed... Game Night -- Rated T

Deleted scene from Chapter 13. A long boring night at sea leads to a series of card games that turn to a string of outrageous dares between the pair. Role Reversal -- Rated M

Bitten werewolf Hanzo is rescued from zealous hunters by a long-forgotten desert spirit, known only as Jesse. Hanzo takes refuge in the spirit's realm and the two grow closer as the days go by, leading to new feelings and choices for the both of them. Meet The Family -- Rated T

Jesse and Hanzo return from a mission with a box of abandoned puppies. The Watchpoint drowns in cuteness; Jesse and Hanzo drown in parental anxiety. Engagement/Marriage -- Rated T

Decades later, Jesse and Hanzo return to their cabin, and muse over their shared journey.

I'll see y'all there! <3

#mchanzo #overwatch #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #tinted moonlight #peapodmchanzoweek #might as well post this here anyway #I'll be mostly posting TM updates on twitter and pillowfort now #and I'm super sorry about not updating ID;;

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ladyknight33 · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada Additional Tags: Peapod McHanzo Week, McHanzo Week, Fluff Summary:

Collection of little scenes of Jesse and Hanzo figuring out life and relationships. And the art of being together.

1-2-19 - Oh My God They Were Roommates! = Howdy 1-3-19 - AU = Greetings 1-4-19 - Secret Admirer = How do you say …? 1-5-19 - Game Night = 1-6-19 - Role Reversal = 1-7-19 - Meet the Family = 1-8-19 - Engagement/Marriage =

Finally! I’m onboard with McHanzo week. Late, but the beginning of a McHanzo Dump is here.

#overwatch #fanfiction #fanfic #mchanzo #Jesse mccree #mccree #hanzo #hanzo shimada #peapodmchanzoweek #mchanzo week

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artmadval · 5 years

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peapod mchanzo week day 5 - role reversal just hanzo more cocky bastard and mccree being gloomy wolf man

#mchanzo #overwatch #peapodmchanzoweek #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #mccree #hanzo #liardraw

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archersandgunslingers · 5 years

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It’s Peapod McHanzo Week!!!!

Due to real life, all of my postings will probably be late, but you can bet your butts that I’m going to be doing it. I apologize for my writing; I’ve been very busy so some time has passed since I’ve been able to write. Hopefully, this will get my creative juices going again.

#peapod mchanzo week #peapodmchanzoweek2019 #peapodmchanzoweek #mchanzo #my writing #i apologize in advance #it's just fluff #pure fluff #what is plot

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embbu · 6 years

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Peapod McHanzo week / Day 02 “ AU “

I love so many AUs, so it took me a little while to figure out what to draw. 8′) I guess I could’ve picked a bit more uncommon au, but werewolf!McCree and lonewolf!Hanzo are just way too precious.............

• Buy me a coffee! •

#EmBBu's art #peapodmchanzoweek #mchanzoweek #mchanzo #mccree #hanzo #overwatch #au #hancree #werewolf mccree #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #lone wolf hanzo #wolf hanzo

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aughtpunk · 5 years

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First day of Peapod McHanzo Week!

Jesse McCree owned a house. This surprised people.

Honestly, it surprised him too. Homeowner was not on the list of things he thought would happen in his life. He also didn’t think he would live past twenty-one but that was a whole other thing. Jesse bought a little cabin right before the fall of Overwatch the second he read the writing on the wall. At the time he just wanted someplace where he could hide out for as long as possible until the world settled down. Which the remote cabin did wonderfully.

#overwatch #mchanzo #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #peapodmchanzoweek

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chromatocloo · 6 years

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(Please click on the pictures for better resolution ʕ•ᴥ•ू;ʔ)

Peapod McHanzo Week : Day 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Prompt : Oh no, we have to share a bed…

Peapod McHanzo Week begins today folks ⁽⁽٩ʕ๑˃̶͈̀ ᴥ ˂̶͈́ʔ۶⁾⁾

#mchanzo #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #peapodmchanzoweek #chromatocloo

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meltypes-blog · 5 years

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peadpod mchanzo week day 3

[mr. krabs voice] day 3, give it up for day 3! Also, this is a college au because I’m weak for those and young mchanzo is cute

3. Secret Admirer | ao3 link |

Jesse normally wasn’t the type to get flustered. His mama had told him that since he was 4, his three defining characteristics were cute, charming, and shameless. Growing up in a loving and accepting family had given him the right ingredients to bake into that particular mix, but when his mama passed ten years after, and the collectors came after his Pa’s farm, those particular traits rotted and left a bad taste in his mouth. Cute and charming didn’t get him out of the orphanages quick enough, so he ran. At 17, before his new dads swooped in and grabbed his ass out of the fire, his gang buddies described him as quick, deadly, and reckless. It showed in his steady trigger finger, the unnerving accuracy of his aim, the lopsided smiles and toothy smirks. But all the swagger and confidence from his misguided teenage years were particularly missing from his mug shots; a single heist inevitably gone wrong, most of his ‘family’ dead yet again, and half a missing arm later were enough to sober him entirely.

His new dads….they tried not to define him. When they got to him, he was hollow. Quiet. Sad. As hardened war vets, they’d seen some shit, so they knew a little bit in dealing with what Jesse had gone through. They brought Jesse home with them after a grueling two years in court, though Jesse never did get a clear reason why. Gabe told him that he’d seen something in Jesse. Jack joked that he was blind, so he just went along with whatever Gabe saw. They helped heal him by letting him be, doing the opposite when his mistakes hit him hard and left him gasping at night, and encouraging him to believe in himself just as fervently as they did.

Now, at 24, GED under his belt and close to graduating with a bachelors in investigative journalism, Jesse had proudly improved upon his mama’s words. Cute turned into roguishly handsome, his shamelessness transformed into easy-going confidence, and his charming demeanor- well, that was a welcome fixed trait. But despite the fact that no one had ever called Jesse smart aloud, he wasn’t dumb. Any smart person could see that there was more to the man than a cowboy hat and smiles, and that you didn’t get a prosthetic arm and criminal record by riding a horse (unless, of course, you were a bandit from the 18th century). Even dumber people didn’t know what to make of Jesse, most of the time caught off guard when it turned out he wasn’t a complete idiot. In conclusion, no, Jesse didn’t think he was desirable in the long-term, romantic sense of things, despite his many trysts and conquests, so he put it out of his mind.

At least, that was the case, until the fourth flower delivery.

“Again, Reeha?” Jesse asked, face hot as she dropped a sunflower in his hands. “You’re not doing this as a joke right?”

His RA leant against the open doorway of his dorm with crossed arms and snorted. “I’m a college student, Jes. Flowers are expensive. If I wanted to prank you, I could just put a bucket on your door.”

“Zero points for creativity.” He responded, thumbing the back of the card attached to it. He flipped it over, getting significantly redder at the note.

Fareeha snickered. “What’s it say, loverboy?”

Jesse knew she wasn’t going to leave until he told her (she hadn’t for the last two deliveries) so he cleared his throat and read. “‘You are as brilliant as when the sun rises, you bring me warmth as its beams do. Your smile is just as bright. Thank you for existing.’”

“Aw, Jesse.” Fareeha gave him a genuine, wide smile. “Whoever that is has really lost it over you.”

His chest fluttered. “Nah, this is- it’s a joke. Someone here has just got a sick sense of humor.” He looked back to her. “Do you have any idea who it might be?”

“Jes, half the people on this floor are pretty much into you,” she responded, rolling her eyes. “It’s the cowboy hat, probably.”

Jesse chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Wait ‘til I bust out the chaps, that’ll get everyone hot and bothered.”

“It sounds genuine, though,” she said, frowning at his tone. “You’ve just gotta put your degree to use. Do some investigating.” She clapped his shoulder and stood up. “You’re good at that.”

The wheels in Jesse’s head started turning. “Do you know who puts ‘em on your desk?”

Fareeha shrugged. “Satya brings them in from the mailroom, and I’ve asked her who delivers them there, but she says she doesn’t know. Just that there’s a sticky note to have them brought to you.”

“Huh.”

After a bit more brainstorming, Fareeha waved her goodbye and left Jesse in his door, flower clutched in his good hand. He went inside, thumbing the soft petals gently, a plan developing in his head.

He was going to find whoever this was.

“Maybe they do not want to be found.”

Jesse snorted into his coffee. He and Hanzo were seated in the campus coffee shop, taking a break from an especially grueling math homework session. Jesse had first met him in his second semester Research Writing class, which, much to Jesse’s surprise and Hanzo’s embarrassment, the other man was failing. Their professor had insisted Hanzo visit Jesse for tutoring (which, up until his junior year, he did as a work-study student), and the two hit it off. The pair (sometimes with the addition of Hanzo’s younger brother) met up regularly for study sessions, finding that they worked well together despite their differing majors.

Jesse raised his brows. “Then why do they send them in the first place?”

“Perhaps they get off on buying flowers for cowboys,” Hanzo smirked.

“Gross Han,” Jesse laughed, wrinkling his nose. Hanzo smiled and Jesse felt his insides warm, a pleasant syrupy feeling in his gut.

This….thing he started feeling for Hanzo wasn’t a new development. He only needed to spend four months in Hanzo’s presence to become infatuated, though he ignored it for the most part, reasoning that shallow appreciation for an attractive man was nothing worth exploring. Then the man got a haircut, pierced himself up, changed his major to what he was actually passionate about, and Jesse’s heart was a goner. What he felt was honestly too childish to be called a crush and the other option scared the hell out of him, because even after knowing Hanzo for 2 years, he still had trouble figuring out if the man was seriously flirting or not.

“But really,” Jesse continued, “it seems a bit….I don’t know. Weird.”

Hanzo raised a brow. “You do not enjoy the attention?”

Maybe if it was from you, Jesse thought unhelpfully. “‘S not that, it’s just….I never thought I’d get romanced like this. Flowers.” He chuckled. “What’s next, chocolates? A full bouquet?”

Hanzo’s eyes got that strange glint in them Jesse had been noticing lately. “Is that something you would like?”

“Oh, hell no, that’s a bit much to be coming from a stranger,” Jesse said. He leant forward. “You got any idea who it could be?”

Hanzo’s face fell flat. “You have many admirers, Jesse. Many find you attractive, you know this.”

“You sayin’ I’m good looking?” He teased, smiling at Hanzo’s eye roll.

“I am saying,” Hanzo smirked, “Many people lack taste.”

Jesse barked a laugh. “Right where it hurts, Han. Your aim is unerring.”

“You just make it too easy,” he replied. “Speaking of,” he tapped his notebook, “we should finish these equations.”

Jesse groaned. “Easy for you, Mr. Math Major. Some of us are better with words than numbers.”

“Oh, I am well aware of that,” he chuckled. “But why you would choose a math course for your last elective if you hate it so much is beyond me.”

Jesse just smiled. “I like a challenge.”

The fifth flower arrived during Jesse’s investigation. He made his way down to the dorm mailroom, deciding to ask Satya herself if she knew anything essential.

She scoffed at Jesse’s question, putting her cell phone down. “Why would I keep the sticky notes? They are trash once their duty is fulfilled.”

Jesse sighed. There went his first lead.

“Okay,” he said. “But did you get a look at the handwriting? Was it neat? Messy?”

Satya considered the question. “Well….all of them were written in capital letters.”

“Hm.” Jessed hummed. “And….no one else gets flower deliveries?”

“Not that I have seen, no.” She smirked slightly, picking her phone back up. “It seems you have a secret admirer, McCree.”

He sighed again, pink in the face. “Seems that way.”

It didn’t help much, but he thanked her anyways, heading out into the hall. He closed the mailroom door behind him and exhaled, exasperated. He didn’t really think that asking about the sticky notes would help, but it was the first thing that came to his mind to check. He stepped forward- and almost tripped when he realized there was something on the ground in front of him. His heart pounded when he bent down to look closer.

“No way,” he breathed, picking up the single pink rose. He straightened quickly, looking to his left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of someone, anything, but the hall was empty save for himself and the dorm event bulletin board. He looked to the card and laughed softly.

“They did not have red ones, so I hope you are fine with pink. It reminds me of the times you are silly, blushing and happy. I wish you many more moments like that.”

Jesse would’ve written the secret gifts off as insincere if they’d called him sexy or complimented his ass, but the notes were always heartfelt and profound. The first, paired with a camellia, had regaled his beauty, declaring that “the depths of which are rivaled only by that of the oceans.” The second, attached to a sweet smelling gardenia, paid homage to his intelligence; “an incomparable mind” and “a smart mouth to match a smart man.” The third came with a red carnation, calling him kind-hearted and wonderful; “you inspire me to be my best.” The strangest part was that each delivery had happened in the span of a single month, each floral arrival erratic and unpredictable. The timing made little sense too: February was three months ago, and his birthday was in December. Jesse brainstormed the motivations himself but decided that they were 100% genuine, the other option being that it was an elaborate prank before grad. Most of his friends were too busy with finals or too short on cash. Jesse trudged back to his room, placing the flower in the same vase near the window as the previous ones and the note in the small ornate box on his desk that held the others, deciding to enact the next part of his investigation the following weekend.

Now, Jesse usually liked Genji, considered him a brother even- but right now, he felt like throwing him to the wolves. The green-haired bastard was cackling loud enough to draw the attention of almost everyone in the coffee shop to their small corner; he found Jesse’s floral predicament particularly funny. Jesse looked to Hanzo for help, but the man just gave him a toothy smile and shrugged.

“So, you have no idea who it could be?” Genji asked, after having calmed. “Not a single inkling?”

Jesse’s eyes flitted briefly to Hanzo (he immediately squashed that hope down, Hanzo didn’t seem like the flower giving type) before he turned to Genji. “I wouldn’t be askin’ for your help if I did, ninja.”

“Some investigator you are,” Genji snorted.

He pointed to him. “Hey now, I just haven’t finished looking around yet. I’ve got a plan.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Hanzo spoke, sounding amused.

“Well,” Jesse started confidently, settling back into his seat,” it’s gotta be someone on campus right? And the flowers gotta come from somewhere. So I sussed out the location of every flower shop in the area- which there are three of, by the way- and I plan on bringing the notes and asking around. They’re bound to know something.”

Genji hummed appreciatively and Hanzo balked.

“How do you know they didn’t order them in advance? Or that they would remember their patrons?” Genji gave his brother a weird look at the question while Jesse chuckled.

“No one has the time for advanced orders during finals. Plus, it seems like these gifts were a last minute kinda thing, because there’s no pattern to the delivery times. And if my hunch is right,” Jesse leaned forward conspiratorially,” it’s probably someone I know.”

Hanzo’s face seemed to go through a myriad of emotions before smoothing over into a blank expression. “You truly are intelligent, then.”

“I know,” Jesse grinned cheekily, feeling proud.

Genji let out a choked noise at something and stared incredulously at Hanzo. Then at Jesse. Then back to Hanzo.

“Jesse. You really can’t guess? Really?” Genji’s eyes were pleading.

Jesse furrowed his brow. “If you know something I don’t, the help is appreciated.”

Genji muttered something in Japanese and stood up suddenly, grabbing his bag. “No. I don’t know anything, apparently. If you will excuse me, I’m going to go somewhere else before I throw up.” He turned a devious smile to Hanzo, who sat uncharacteristically frozen. “I will talk to you later, brother.” Then he was gone.

“Well, that sounded foreboding,” Jesse commented to a strangely flushing Hanzo. “Did you catch what he said under his breath?”

“No,” Hanzo answered quickly. He stood up too. “I- I have to go. Satya needs my help with a project.”

“Oh.” Jesse sat back disappointed. “Okay. See ya later, then.”

Hanzo gave him a tense smile before he hurriedly departed. Finals week, Jesse decided, was a bitch.

The sixth flower was thankfully delivered in person.

He woke up that morning feeling motivated, ready to find the mystery person behind the roses. His trip to the first floral shop wasn’t what he expected, considering it closed down 5 years ago and sat on the side of the road as a sad, dilapidated building (thanks, Google)- but he wasn’t deterred. The second shop, however, didn’t yield satisfactory results either. He showed the owner the notes, and much to his embarrassment, she said that they didn’t even use the same cards or ribbon as the ones the stranger gave him.

“Whoever it was probably made them themselves,” she said, eyes twinkling. “That’s so sweet!” Jesse mechanically nodded his agreement, said his thanks, and left feeling flustered at the situation all over again. Handmade note cards. Maybe they really didn’t want to be known.

So found Jesse on his way to the last floral shop- Bastion’s Bouquets- and losing all semblance of hope. He pushed the door open, bell ringing overhead, and was instantly assaulted by the sweet aroma of flora.

Flowers ranging from roses to calla lilies to desert flowers crowded on shelves that stretched to the ceiling. Long vines and leaves from medium sized palms and ferns leaned over Jesse’s head as he traversed deeper into the store, reaching the counter. It was colorful, and wonderful, and Jesse began to wonder if he was in the wrong line of work at the sight of a bright pink bougainvillea trailing along the wall behind the cashier’s desk.

“Howdy,” he called to the empty space in front of him, resting his hands on the wood. “Anybody in?”

A clatter of noise and a curse responded. Then, in a strange accent:

“Be right out!”

Jesse took to looking around as he waited, exclaiming in pleased surprise as he found a small bird hiding among a gorgeous display of hyacinths. It chirped quietly as it settled in Jesse’s outreached hand and fluffed its wings. Jesse cooed and it tilted its head, chirping louder as he rubbed a finger down its back.

“Ganymede, stop begging for attention. The name is Torb, what can I do for you, son?”

Jesse turned to find a short- very, very short- man behind him. He had a mechanical arm, a fake eye, and was wearing a pink apron with the store name and a cartoon robot on the front. Jesse immediately liked him.

“Ah, well, ya see,” he muttered, struggling to get the notecards out of his back pocket with his prosthetic, not wanting to jostle the bird. “I got- aha! I got these cards along with a bunch of different flowers over the past month and was wondering if they were ordered from you, or if you remembered who ordered them.”

Torb took the cards from Jesse’s hand, sifting through them. His ears grew hot as the short man chuckled and raised a brow at him.

“Sounds like someone really likes you, eh?”

Jesse cleared his throat, cheeks flaming. “I mean, it could be a prank. Haven’t gotten rid of that possibility.”

Torb laughed harder and handed the cards back to Jesse. “I, for one, think you should throw that thought out the window. What were the flowers?”

Jesse told him and Torb rubbed his chin.

“Well,” he started. “We do carry all of those.”

Jesse felt a surge of hope.

“But carnations, camellias and roses are popular ones, and we haven't sold any sunflowers recently. I would remember that.” He gave Jesse a sympathetic look. “‘M sorry lass, I can’t help you there.”

Jesse’s stomach plummeted and he sighed. Ganymede chirped softly and flew away to the back room, probably to eat or sleep. He looked at Torb imploringly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are there any other flower shops around here that have the same selection you do?”

Torb shook his head. “Afraid not. Otherwise, we would be out of business.”

Jesse nodded and said his thanks, ready to give up when Ganymede came flying back out, a small slip in her talons. She landed on Torb’s shoulder and dropped the paper into his open hand.

“Ah! That’s right, it almost slipped my mind!” He said, reading through it. He looked back up to Jesse with a toothy grin, waving around what looked like a receipt. “Seems I was wrong. There is one other place that carries the same selection we do, though it only orders a small amount from our stock.”

The supermarket. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

Jesse had walked by the flower freezer in there every time he shopped, but he never paid it enough attention for its presence to register in his head. He ran hurriedly from Torb’s shop to the market a few blocks over, hope swelling. It was getting late, the sun almost finished setting, and he knew the store was going to be closed in a couple of hours. He would get in there, and he would- well, he would look and- huh.

Jesse slowed to a jog, coming to a stop in front of the store. He frowned, realizing he had no plan. What would he do? Rather, what could he do? Too many people went in and out, and it’s not like a chain market would take note of each customer that bought sunflowers. He swallowed, feeling his hope shatter yet again.

He could….stake the place, he guessed. But his admirer obviously knew what he looked like, and loitering was still considered a crime. He was about to walk inside, maybe buy some booze and drown in it, when a voice ripped him from his thoughts.

“Jesse?”

He turned to his right to find Hanzo, looking as attractive as ever in his dark jacket and jeans, with a comically stricken expression on his face.

Jesse wondered what was wrong, until his eyes zeroed in on the package in his hands, and he sucked in a breath.

A bouquet of roses.

Hanzo held the flowers in a tight grip, an entire bouquet of expensive red roses, and Jesse, tired and emotionally charged at the sight, blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“You get off on buying flowers for cowboys?”

Hanzo turned red and made an audible noise in the back of his throat, taking a step backward, away from him.

He’s gonna run, Jesse suddenly realized, and he raised his hands in apology, a hysterical laugh bubbling in his throat at the relief he felt that it was him, at what this situation had come to.

“Hanzo,” he laughed, slightly breathless, and the man took another step backward. Jesse took a large step towards him and fought down another laugh. “Hanzo, wait.”

“I did not think you would find my affections funny,” he said, looking and sounding hurt.

Jesse sobered instantly, realizing what was at stake, and took those last few steps to reach him. “Hanzo, wait no, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just- this whole time?” He reached for Hanzo’s free hand. “You could’ve just talked to me, hon.”

“I am not good with words,” he responded, looking anywhere but at Jesse. “I know it is childish, but Genji told me that you had never had a serious relationship before, and with you leaving in two months for that job in Gibraltar, I just….”

He sighed, searching Jesse’s eyes. “I wanted to make sure you at least knew that someone cared for you, in that way….still cares.”

Jesse’s heart pounded and he gripped Hanzo’s hand tighter, not knowing what to say. He had Hanzo right where he had wanted him since he first saw him, and he was speechless.

“Okay, here’s the thing.” Jesse decided to lay it all out. “I’ve been in love with you for almost a year now, and if you’re willing, I’d like to try. Gibraltar or not, I’ve been absolutely hopeless for you. If you’ll have me.”

Hanzo lowered his burning face and heaved a deep, shaky breath. Then, he looked up and pressed the bouquet to Jesse’s chest, a small smile making its way onto his face. Jesse held the flowers there with his prosthetic, face burning.

“You said that you wouldn’t take a bouquet from a stranger and I was actually going to give these to you in person, when I found the right thing to say.” He pressed himself closer to Jesse. “I do not have a card this time, so I apologize.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Jesse breathed, moving his hand to the small of Hanzo’s back, the roses crinkling between them. “What were you going to say?”

“I love you, too.” Hanzo leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Jesse’s lips, and Jesse brought him even closer, closing his eyes, Hanzo and the scent of roses overtaking him.

After he and Hanzo made their way back to the dorms, the roses (a bit crumpled, but still whole) found their way into the vase near the window, the other flowers pressed safely into a textbook. And when Jesse finally left to Gibraltar, Hanzo sent him off with his seventh- a snapdragon that Jesse snuck in his carry-on. The message on the notecard was pretty much the same as the last one, but it didn’t make him feel any less flustered and happy.

I love you. Come back soon.

#mchanzo #peapodmchanzoweek #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #fluff #writes #this is LATE but i was so tired and couldn't write i am sorrryyr

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