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hi! can you rec some mchanzo fics? what are your favourites?
Oh gosh, thanks for asking! I’m not sure how long this list will be, but hopefully you’ll find something that you haven’t read yet.
- Hang The Fool, by
AlmaMeDuele. Which, that’s probably one of the best known McHanzo fics, but I’ll put it here anyways.
- Good Fences Make Good Neighbors, by
vandoodle. Fake married fic where they have to infiltrate the whitest of suburban neighborhoods looking for signs of Vishkar activity. It sounds kind of cracky, but this person makes it work, it’s hilarious.
- Magic McCree, by
Cawaiiey. Stipper AU, wherein Genji drags his poor brother to a strip club to unwind, where he meets McCree. Porn with plot, don’t know if that’s your kind of thing but its super steamy and good.
- A Losing Combination, by
manic_intent. Canon divergent AU. Before the fall of Overwatch, but Hanzo never left his family, and McCree is sent undercover as some hired muscle to investigate him. There is also some background Reaper76.
- Four Days, by
starscry. I’ve read this story multiple times. McCree is in a bind because he told his mom he was dating someone, and now needs to bring that someone home to meet the family. A lot of fluff, McCree has adorable younger sisters, it’s great.
- new perspective, by
starscry again. Band AU, Hanzo is in a band with Genji, Lena, and Amelie, and they hire on McCree to be their new guitar tech. Also features background Lena/Amelie.
- Red Desert Moonshine, by
JadedTimberwolf. Werewolf!McCree, pre-Overwatch recall. Hanzo is still wandering after killing Genji, and is called to kill an annoying coyote, when he happens to run into McCree.
Aaaand, I’ll think I’ll cut it there, otherwise I’ll go and list every single McHanzo fic I’ve read.
the many sleepless nights it shared with the boy who was too small for the skin he wanted to carry will disappear from its memory. the walls of monmouth manufacturing will grow cold again, without the warmth of youth filling them up like a gentle sun, without noah’s silent presence. a latin exam with a hurried a+ on it in whelk’s dispassionate handwriting left behind in the trashcan in the bathroom will slowly become unidentifiable because of the dust and humidity. the smell of mint will fade, the ever-dirty bathroom mirror will never fog up with the heat of someone’s late-night shower again. the fridge will be taken out of the bathroom. monmouth manufacturing will stop being a home.
300 fox-way will fade into the dozens of other brightly-colored houses in the neighborhood. the sign in front announcing the presence of psychics will start to fall apart with time, because the family that moves in after will never bother to get rid of it. the silent magic left by calla’s sharp existence and orla’s bubbling energy and the smell of maura’s teas and persephone’s soft being will disappear. the telephone will stop ringing. blue sargent’s room will be cleared of it’s clutter, until it become just a little space that holds nothing and no one at all. the things that set the little house apart will become just a thin silhouette lost in time.
the little room above st. agnes church will be rented to other people with different dreams and different reasons to want to escape, but the door will never be pushed open by the same slender, hard-working hands. the old, ratty mattress will forget the shape of the sleepy, 3 am shadow of a boy. the mirror will forget the reflection of the determined eyes, and the smell of moss and want will disappear. the little place where the floorboard creaked whenever adam stepped on it will be fixed. the old cereal box will be left behind and eventually thrown away, and it will forget the almost invisible result of worry and desperation and desire it used to carry.
the streets will forget the feel of ronan lynch’s car, and the air will never again feel the taste of kavinsky’s impossible dreams. aglionby will teach and house richer, more dangerous, prettier boys. they will have newer, faster, better cars. richard gansey the third’s camaro will take its last breath and it’s orange paint will fade until it is forgotten.
only the trees will remember. but without the raven king, the trees no longer speak.
I learned sign language when I was really young for no particular reason. But now, when me and my crush go on walks around his neighborhood, I always sign and tell him how much I love him and how I wish he liked me back. He always gets just a tiny bit upset because he doesn't know what I'm saying. But now, every time I go to his house, I give him a little lesson on sign language and teach him whatever words and phrases his adorable heart desires
omg aw and then one day he’ll know what you’re saying!!!!!!!