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Part 3 of Monsters
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2017-12-17
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2017-12-25
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Come Hell or High Water

Summary:

Christmas edition for the monster au, featuring: Oni Hanzo and Werewolf McCree! One week to Christmas, one prompt each day, 8 prompt in total, then suddenly Christmas is here! Spend the count down with our favorite boys

Notes:

This is going to be short chapter daily prompt fill like the original Monster! If you haven't read it, it's A-OK! Only thing you probably need to know is that McCree and Hanzo are couples of professionals problem solvers in the monster world.

This is again, very self-indulgent. And I'm still very bust with school, or else I would have done a month long prompts again. The prompt list I'm going to be following is something I threw together:
12/18 Hot Beverage

12/19 Fire

12/20 Mistletoe

12/21 Memories

12/22 Holiday Spirits

12/23 Home-cook Meal

12/24 Presents

12/25 Christmas

Since it's still the middle of the semester here, the chapters most likely won't be very long. It's just for fun while I struggle with school lmao.

Anyway, hope you enjoy, and happy holidays everyone

Chapter 1: Hot Beverage

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“Mulled wine?”

 

McCree shook his head. His back was to Hanzo, who was sitting on the living room couch by the fire. The cabin they rented for the holiday was big enough for a huge stone fireplace in the living room, but not big enough for the kitchen to be in a separate space. They were both fine with it. The purpose for this trip was a job, anyway, small space meant they can keep an eye on each other easier.

 

“Chai tea,” McCree replied. His face was warmly red from the firelight. His head almost brushing the ceiling. His eyes crinkled when he looked at the snow drifting between the trees outside the window. McCree joined Hanzo on the couch, and handed him a cup of steaming hot tea. Hanzo’s had marshmallows in it, he didn’t remember buying any. Even the intense sweetness of spice and sugar wasn’t enough to satisfy Hanzo’s sweet tooth, and he never allowed himself to indulge in sweets – until McCree came along, and suddenly Hanzo was being spoiled with candies and cakes and sweetly hot beverage all the time – Hanzo did not have the self-restraint to refuse McCree’s doting.

 

“This is very good,” Hanzo said. All the marshmallows finished in a blink. McCree chuckled and turned slightly to kiss Hanzo’s horn. “But I feel like it’s missing something.”

 

McCree reached to the side of the couch, and grabbed one of the bottles of expensive whiskey their numerous past clients gave them for Christmas.

 

“More like it?” McCree wiggled the bottle, and Hanzo smiled slightly at him. McCree tore the wax seal off with his teeth and bit the cork out.

 

With the added buzz of alcohol, it was even easier to melt against each other. The house was old, and made of wood. Gushes of wind occasionally break the confines of the house and chilled them. The fire was useless in the cases of sudden gale, but the body heat of one another did wonders.

 

They sat in silence, enjoying the first day of the holiday, the last day of their rest. Warm cups in hand, warm lights around, and warmer companion beside. Tomorrow, their job start.

 

Now, they rest.