Okay, sense the McCree Werewolf is taking flight in a few art pieces I decided to add a small drabble I wrote. Under the cut is a short story between Werewolf McCree and Kitsune Hanzo. Hanzo being one of the last of his kind, due to being hunted for his magic, he has hired McCree as a bodyguard and now takes residence in McCree’s remote cabin in the American southwest. However, little does he know, McCree isn’t your average gun toting cowboy.
What I hope to do is actually write more of a monster au drabbles with all the Overwatch characters. I plan to do another centering on Jack and Gabe.
So if anyone has any headcanons for any of the characters, please please please send them my way!
FLUFF! Also, major story build-up, I will be posting this in parts so look forward to PART 2 coming soon.
You manage to get your suitcase down the stairs when you heard a knock at the door. A little six-year-old and a golden retriever zoomed past you almost toppling you and your bag over. Setting your suitcase upright, you walked over to get the door. Upon opening it you were greeted with a quick peck on the cheek as the man who stood in front of you slid inside.
“Buck thank you so much for doing this. You are one of the few people Sebastian can actually stand. I owe you.” He flashed a quick grin and helped you move your bags closer to the door. “Okay. I stocked the house with Sebastian’s favorites, you should be set for the rest of the week. Bedtime is 9 o’clock we usually read a story. Homework done by dinner, he needs a little help with subtraction but if you walk him through a few problems he can usually figure out the rest on his own. He is staying at his friend Parker’s house on Saturday, so you should have the weekend to yourself. All emergency numbers are listed on the fridge and if you need anything call me. I know you won’t want to bother me, being it’s my first mission in almost 6 years but please don’t hesitate to call.” Your mouth was moving a mile a minute until Bucky finally stopped you.
“Relax (Y/N), Sebastian and I will be fine.” He gave you a reassuring smile before pulling you into his arms for a hug.
When you broke apart you called into the living room for your son. “Sebastian come give your mother a hug!” You could hear little feet running across the hardwood. A full head of light brown hair bolted towards your legs and you scooped him up in your arms. “You be good for Bucky okay?” He gave you a quick nod. “I will be back in a week sweetie. I love you.” You set him down back on the floor and kissed the top of his head.
“I love you too mom.” He scrunched his face up at you, pretending to be grossed out that you kissed him. This made a small laugh escape your lips and put your mind at ease.
“Okay boys, have fun this week.” You called after Sebastian as he bolted back into the living room.
Bucky grabbed your bag, “Here (Y/N), let me help you out.” He followed you out to your car. “Be careful okay?”
“Of course, and Buck? Seriously thank you. Sebastian hasn’t had much male influence in his life, so you being there means so much to me.” You squeezed his hand before getting into the driver’s seat as he shut the door behind you. He waved as you pulled out of the driveway.
Steve had introduced you to Bucky a year before you had gotten pregnant with Sebastian, and instantly you became best friends. That was 8 years ago, you both had remained friends since that day. Bucky was there for you through most of the pregnancy, since unfortunately Sebastian’s father had been MIA since you got the news. A one night stand that ending up with you pregnant. But Bucky didn’t mind filling in, going to doctors appointments, helping satisfy cravings, rubbing your swollen feet, honestly he enjoyed it. He knew from the moment he had met you that he was in love but unfortunately, you were too preoccupied to see it. One month left into your pregnancy you left Stark tower and moved back in with your parents. You told him that living with the Avengers was not ideal for raising a child. Until 6 months ago, when you moved back to New York, you were now living down the street from the place you used to call home. Sebastian, on the other hand, had a hard time seeing his new house as a home.
Sebastian was never a “normal” kid, from a young age, he showed signs of social anxiety. His teachers called him shy, never speaking up in class and avoiding other children on the playground. You received phone calls often from concerned parents about Sebastian’s behavior, after he had spent most of his time at a birthday party in the corner reading. He had a hard time connecting with people. You knew this from day one, and this gave you a cause for concern taking your son to Stark tower to meet your old teammates. You knew social situations overwhelmed him, and the when you get the Avengers together they can be an exciting bunch. You gave Tony a heads up before you finally brought Sebastian over.
Sebastian held your hand tightly as you both left the elevator and reached the main lounge area of Stark Tower. He hid behind you has you approached a small group gathered on couches.
A tall man with a goatee greeted you both, with the rest of the Avengers following behind him. He pulled you in for a quick hug and held his hand out to your son. “Hey, Sebastian. I am Tony nice to meet you kiddo.” Tony gave his signature toothy grin as Sebastian hid further behind you.
You turned to your son, “It okay Sebastian, they are all our friends.” His eyes widened and he bolted out of the room.
You tried to take off after him but you lost your son after he rounded the corner. You sighed looking back at your friends you rubbed the back of your neck. “I’m sorry, he does this a lot.”
Steve gave you an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry (Y/N), the tower isn’t that big. We’ll find him.”
The all gave you a look of reassurance as they each broke apart to find your son.
Bucky eventually found Sebastian hiding under the wooden table in the kitchen. He breathed a sigh of relief as he shot you a text saying he found your son. He then crawled under the table joining him.
“Are you okay down here? I know they can all be a little intimidating, but they were just so excited to meet you.” His voice was soft and heartfelt. A voice that not many people heard from the man.
Sebastian looked up the panic in his eyes beginning to fade. “Really?”
“Of course buddy, your mom has told us all so much about you. You’re pretty famous around here.” Bucky watched as Sebastian tried to hide a smile, proud that a big group of superheroes was excited to meet him.
“This is a pretty good hiding place you got.” Bucky looked around and flashed a smile, which made Sebastian lighten up slightly. “You mind if I borrow it sometime?”
Nervous eyes became curious ones as Sebastian started to study Bucky noticing the small patch of metal peeking out from under his sleeve. Bucky became aware of what Sebastian was looking at and took off his glove.
His eyes lit up as he looked at the man and the arm. Bucky moved his hand as Sebastian examined slowly inching closer. Buck flexed his arm and the metal contracted with it, Sebastian became entranced. He looked up for a moment to ask Bucky a question. “Do you really have a metal arm?”
The child went back to investigating, “I’m Sebastian.”
“Nice to meet you, Sebastian, I’m Bucky.”
Bucky smiled to himself, this was the first time anyone had actually taken any positive interest in his arm. Usually, it made other people uncomfortable, but not this little boy He watched as Sebastian’s little fingers grazed across the cool metal of his forearm. He looked so much like you. Everything Sebastian does mirrored you almost perfectly.
“How about we get some ice cream huh?” Bucky asked.
Sebastian’s attention immediately shifted as he eagerly shook his head.
You walked into the kitchen, your son sitting on the counter giggling while Bucky’s head was in the freezer.
“We’ve got chocolate, vanilla, and cookie dough.” Bucky poked his head out from behind the freezer door.
“Cookie Dough,” Sebastian grinned.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Bucky turned around with a pint of ice cream in his hands and a huge smile on his face.
“There are my favorite boys! Looks like you two have already gotten acquainted.” You beamed.
Both looked up at you innocently, with spoons hanging out of their mouths.
You walked over to your son who had ice cream all over his face and pulled him into your embrace. “How about we get you all cleaned up and we head home okay?”
Your son gave you a quick nod as you wiped the corners of his mouth with a wet washcloth
. Bucky took the bowls and set them in the sink. You mouthed a quick thank you to him as you lifted Sebastian and set him on the ground. Sebastian’s hand grasped on to Bucky’s metal one as you all walked out of the kitchen together.
Your sniffles almost felt timed as they
sounded in a consistent pattern. Then all of which was complimented
by an explosive sneeze that seemed to shudder your brain. You placed
the covers up to your nose, wearily gazing at your messy
surroundings. Piles of clothes scrambled on top of each other in a
crucial battle of survival. Each contestant hoped to find a patch of
floor to nestle into, further drowning your room in mess. You
spluttered, rattling both the previous silence in your room and your
entire skull. Your head throbbed. It combined with the sensation of a
tiny demon clawing at the insides of your throat, begging for
release. Upon being a fully functional adult, you had no parental
support and you certainly had no motivation to grab any form of
medication. So, you had reached the unanimous decision to stay in
bed. It’s warm there; the outside is cold. Yet, despite the warm
duvet that had completely encompassed you, something lacked. Your
eyes lazily slung to the empty space in your bed and it reminded you
of your idol boyfriend. Your mind ached at the thought of him slaving
away in the studio. His hands, like magnets, stuck to the numerous
pieces of recording equipment at their building. You needed your
silly Yoongi to give you some sarcastic care whilst you whined in
bed. At that moment, as if by magic, your phone shook beside you.
Groggily, you reached for the device and you quickly turned the
brightness down to save your eyesight. Three unread messages from the
one and only plastered the screen.
A few weeks ago, I shared
a post by @cunningcelt regarding the style of potion-making presented in The Dresden Files. (The link to his
original post can be found in my Works
Cited section below.) Although the series itself is classified as fiction,
I am confident in saying that there are some sprinklings of truth scattered
about. The post encouraged magical practitioners to step outside their comfort
zones and use ingredients that one would not normally consider in typical potion-making.
I made a mental note to explore this concept more in my own personal craft, and
as I plunged the depth of my resources today, I stumbled across a potion in the
Book of Magical Words that
exemplified this concept perfectly:
To Bring Rain
Set upon rock, an iron pot, kindle beneath it a fire hot.
Fill it half with water new, then add these to build the brew:
An unbound rope, a bar of soap,
A drop of oil, a pinch of soil,
A buckthorn sprig, a maple twig,
A broken bag, a tattered rag,
A spoonful of salt, a rusted
When these break to a boiling froth, brandish a hammer over the broth,
Strike it thrice on the vessel’s side, calling these words to the weathers
Hither, cloud, and lose they
Wither, drought, let rain come
Sprinkle the potion over the grass – that what you ask shall come to
I thought this brew was simple,
elegant, and devilishly enchanting, but I wanted to dissect the potion’s
constitution to see if I could extract the correspondences contained therein.
My thoughts for each are noted below, but I’m always interested in learning how
others develop their own correspondences! Let me know if you’d interpret
anything differently. Overall, the brew is sound and the correspondences make
Unbound Rope: If I remember my Greek mythology correctly, they
believed that winds could be controlled by the tying or untying of knots. Therefore,
the symbolism behind the unbound rope could be associated with the conjuring of
the winds – definitely important in storm raising.
A bar of soap: This one was a bit more challenging to interpret. I
suppose soap is cleaning, literally, and rain could “wash away” the negative,
or perhaps the symbolism lies in the bubbles that arise – do they represent
A drop of oil, a pinch of soil: I can understand the soil – adding soil
to water to create mud, which is result of a rainstorm. I am stumped on the oil
– anyone have any thoughts??
A broken bag: This symbolizes the breaking of a cloud – letting the
rain spill out.
A tattered rag: This rhyme comes to mind: I knock this rag upon the stone to raise the winds in the Devil’s name….
Another ingredient to raise winds.
Buckthorn and Maple: Although these two are not typically
associated with rain or storm raising, Cunningham’s
Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs states that Buckthorn is ruled by water and
Maple is ruled by air. Both necessary for an effective storm.
Salt: Purification, cleansing – another symbol similar to the soap.
A rusted bolt: the reddish-brown coating occurs when iron or steel
comes into contact with oxygen and moisture – who hasn’t shouted a few curse
words over letting something accidentally rust in the rain!?
The Hammer: Beating the hammer against the vessel, to me,