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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest.

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically.

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat, “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

#the witcher x reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill

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the-duke-of-nuts · 3 years

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Is This Coffee Hot Or Is It Just You?

Day 3: Coffee Shop @dukexietyweek

Summary: Virgil finds out that a certain someone happens to work at the local coffee shop

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1389

Warnings: Food Mention, Innuendos, Violence Mention, Literally all of my fics contain swearing so there’s that I guess

Tag List: @idontcareaboutcanon (If anyone else wants to be added just let me know)

Ah Coffee shops. Virgil never understood the appeal about a place filled with nothing but caffine, free WIFI, hipsters, and pastries. He certainly also didn't understand why he agreed to go to the local one near his apartment that his friends kept oh so begging him to go to for some reason. Well, by "friends" it was mostly Patton and Roman. His other two friends could care less about the place just as much as him. But here he was opening the door to the quiet semi-crowded shop. There was an oddly comforting atmosphere to it. The lights were dim, random relaxing music can be heard through the speakers, various different tea boxes and mugs hung on the shelves. "Maybe this place isn't so bad." Virgil thought to himself as he looked around the room. He walked forward to the counter as he happened to be the next person in line but then he saw him.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Remus Pierce. The same Remus Pierce that always flirted with him in high school. The same Remus Pierce that casually ate juiced bread at lunch to gross people out. The same Remus Pierce that Virgil secretly had a crush-

"Well hello there customer~ What can I get you~?" The said mustached, silver streaked hair barista asked smirking. "Coffee." Virgil deadpanned. "I'm afraid you're gonna need to be more specific than that." "Like my soul." Virgil glared. "Alright so black it is. And a name?" Remus smirked as he uncapped a marker and held an empty coffee cup. "Oh my god Remus you already know my-" Virgil took a deep breath in so he could stop himself from getting angry and causing an unnecessary scene and answered with a fake smile "Virgil." "I'm sorry can you spell that for me please? I don't wanna misspell a hottie like yours name like everybody else here does to the other customers."

That damn cocky smirk.

Virgil just wanted to kiss- punch that smug look off his face. "V-I-R-G-I-L." "Okay S-E-X-Y got it. Your beverage should be hot and ready for you shortly." Remus winked and booped Virgil's nose as he walked off to go make the emo's coffee. Virgil growled blushing and buried his face in his hands.

Damn him for being so hot- horrible!

Remus soon came back with Virgil's coffee and dramatically bowed as he held the cup for him to take."For you, my 'Bittersweet Symphony'. "Thanks..." Virgil hesitantly took the beverage. "How much?" He asked as he placed the cup down and reached for his wallet. "Oh for you it's on the house!" "Thanks I guess?" Remus smiled and responded with a nod and a hum.

You gorgeous fuck stop smiling!

Virgil's heart started beating a little faster. Surely Remus wasn't having this effect on him right? They've known each other since high school. There was nothing to be nervous about. The only reason Virgil didn't hear much about the barista after that was because Roman hardly ever talked about him. "So... You work here." Virgil stated as he tried to start a conversation. "Yup! Have been for a couple of months now. What about you? Do you do anything nowadays?" "Of course I do I do a lot of stuff!" Virgil immediately answered. " Oh really? Like what?" Remus asked amused. "Stuff..." Virgil half mumbled as he looked away. Remus cackled.

That disgustingly beautiful laugh.

"Vee Vee, I've known you long enough to know that you're not fully being honest because you're either 1, ashamed or 2, scared of what I'm gonna say. Now c'mon what do you actually do? I promise I won't judge." Virgil blushed. Was he really that readable?

"Fine. It's not like you care or anything but I write poems and sell them."

"Nice. Maybe one of these days you can read me one of your angsty emo sonnets. OOH! Or better yet I can help you write some juicy-"

"Not happening!"

"Fine fine suit yourself." Remus chuckled. "So what brings you here Finding Emo?"

"Prince Drama Queen and Chocolate Chip Cookies."

"Ah so Romano and Patty. That figures. You sure it wasn't for another reason~?"

"No?"

"C'mon admit it. I know you missed me~" Remus smirked playfully pinching Virgil's cheek. "I didn't even know you worked here!" Virgil blushed as he swatted Remus' hand away. "Yeah but now you do and you can see me aaaaanytime you want." "Whatever..." Virgil crossed his arms and looked away.

There soon became a silence between them. Since when did Remus' eyes get prettier? Maybe it was the eyeshadow? No he always had that. Maybe it was because they were a deep chocolate brown? His hair and lips definitely looked softer and- Shit! Virgil was staring!

Get out of there! Get out of there now!

"Anyways I should get going and uh-" Virgil cleared his throat as he picked up his coffee and turned around to leave as quick as possible but Remus stopped him. "Wait uh Virgil, can I ask you something?" Ah yes every anxiety-ridden person's favorite question. "You just did." Virgil deadpanned trying to play off his anxiousness. "You know what I meant!" Remus said slightly irritated.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Okay so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out together later after my shift?"

Virgil blushed. "Like a date?" "If you want it to be~" Remus wiggled his eyebrows and winked. "But in all seriousness yeah kind of." A date!? Remus was far from being the romantic type. This had to be a trick right!?

"Remus I-"

"Look, I know you don't like me much and you probably hate me, but just give me this one chance... Please?" Remus took Virgil's hand and gave him a pleading look. Virgil unconsciously held Remus' hand tighter staring into his eyes. He felt bad. Did Remus really think he actually hated him? That was far from the truth. Virgil loved him. He loved him so damn much since the moment he first laid eyes on him. He just didn't know how to tell him. Let alone show him.

Virgil sighed. "Fine. One date and that's it. If I actually have a good time, I'll maybe consider going on some more with you. If not, then whatever we have going on between us isn't happening.” That was an obvious lie. Virgil would've agreed to go on countless ones regardless of the outcome and accept to being Remus' boyfriend if he asked but he never wanted to actually admit that to the barista's face.

"I won't disappoint!" Remus smiled getting a little excited. "Yeah yeah whatever. Just out of curiosity, what exactly is this date?" Virgil asked knowing fully well that this "date" the barista had planned was far from his twin's definition. Remus smirked and leaned forward for only Virgil to hear. "Two words. Baseball bats and breaking shit." There's the Remus he knew and loved.

Still chaotic as ever.

Virgil smiled. "Alright you've piqued my interest." "I'm glad I did. If I'm lucky, we both know what happens after the first date~" Remus smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up. You wish." Virgil blushed holding back a laugh and playfully pushed Remus' face away. Remus cackled.

"A man can fantasize."

"Yeah a little too much."

"So you have thought about-"

"Pierce! Stop flirting with the customers and get back to work!"

Remus rolled his eyes annoyed at his manager's voice in the distance. "I gotta go. My shift ends in like 2 hours and I put my number on the cup so just call or text me or come back by then." "Alright." Remus smirked. "What!?" Virgil blushed confused but immediately realized what that smirk meant.

Oh no.

Remus practically made this phrase a tradition everytime they said bye to each other. "I love you no homo." Yup there it was. Virgil sighed and facepalmed "I love you too no homo..." Remus smiled satisfied that Virgil still said it back since the day they first met.

"Later."

Virgil picked his coffee up and left and smiled to himself as soon as he went outside. After all of these years, he's still a dork. That's what Virgil always loved about Remus. And with that final thought, Virgil finally sipped his coffee and his smile grew wider.

He remembered exactly how I liked it.

#i genuinely don't know how spacing works for fanfiction so forgive the VERY shitty formatting #dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #remus #remus sanders #virgil #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #dukey writes

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ecchima · 7 years

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Human is beautiful, perfect is boring

Words: 4,6k Rating: T Co-author: @smuttybugggu AO3

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Yo lo Amo

Hanzo can feel his stomach twisting and curling in disgust as he storms back into the agency. He has no patience for the fools who try to get in his path or speak to him. Echoes of his argument with McMilan--McCree--whoever the hell that man is, linger over him like an awful dark cloud. The worst part in all of this is that awful feeling of betrayal. Not that Hanzo wasn’t ever betrayed before, but this time, it actually hurts. Because he really, really liked McCree. What a fool he was.

Tears of rage and betrayal build against the corners of his eyes, threatening to drip out. He bites back a sniff as he fans his eyes and quickly wipes at them, refusing to allow anyone to see him in such an upset state.

He pushes the doors of the room where he left Genji earlier and walks toward his brother. The room is quite empty, most people already went home or are getting ready to do so and Hanzo appreciates the quiet. It doesn’t ease the storm of his feelings but it helps to know there is little to no people likely to witness his misery.

“Hanzo?” he hears Genji call out, but ignores him.

“Come with me,” Hanzo hisses under his breath and grabs his sibling by the arm, dragging him out of the lobby.

“Brother, what’s wrong?!” Genji’s voice cracks in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away or push him back.

Hanzo can’t bring himself to speak for several minutes, not until he and Genji are in his dressing room. After closing the door, Hanzo slumps against it, collecting his thoughts. He looks up at his brother and takes several deep breaths, trying--and failing--to regain some composure. He drags a hand against his face before he opens his mouth and swallows against his anxiety. “Genji…”

“What is wrong?” Genji demands, irritation and concern messing on his face. “What’s with the dramatics, Hanzo?”

“It is McMilan,” Hanzo snaps, his eyes growing watery. “I have been betrayed. It...He is…”

“Has he been friendly with you again? Or did he compliment you?” Genji cuts him, clearly irritated. It was hardly the first time Hanzo has pulled his brother aside to vent about the other model. “We’ve had this talk before, brother.”

“He is McCree,” Hanzo interjects and glares at his younger brother. “James McMilan is Jesse McCree. Or Jesse McCree is James McMilan. I do not even know which damn way it is!”

“Ah.” To Hanzo’s surprise, Genji doesn’t seem taken aback or even amazed by the revelation. “Yeah, I already knew.”

Hanzo can feel his anger spike. He straightens up and pokes at his brother's chest. “You knew and you did not tell me? Why? And don’t tell me you thought it was not relevant.”

When Genji lifts a hand to his mouth, Hanzo catches a glimpse of a grin between his fingers. He glares and tenses up as his brother begins to cackle, nearly curling in on his chest, when the teasing laughs escape his mouth anyway. “H-Hanzo!” Genji stammers in between laughs. “Brother...please!”

"I come to you for support and you laugh at my misery,” Hanzo huffs, crossing his arms defensively across his chest.

“Pardon my language,” Genji speaks with a strained voice and holds back another laugh. “How the hell did you not realize it sooner?”

Hanzo gapes at him indignantly. “I-He… It is not my fault, he is a master of disguise!”

“Oh my god,” Genji wheezes. “Come on, Hanzo! It was literally the same man, same hair and eye colors, and same build. How could you not see through his Clark Kent act?” He shakes his head and whips out his phone. “I need to talk to McWrap about this. Where is he anyway?”

Hanzo winces and inhales deeply. “It does not matter, Genji. I...Whatever we had is no longer…” his voice trails off and he turns away. Quietly, Hanzo stalks towards his recliner by his dressing room’s vanity dresser and sinks down, deflated.

“What did you do?” Genji asks. “You had a fight, didn’t you? I can tell because you’re being a whiny baby!” His brother whips around, lowering his phone, and follows after him.

“I am not!” Hanzo snaps between shuddering gasps and drags a hand across his face, resting against the top of his forehead. “Just forget him, alright? We are through. I will not be texting him anymore or calling him or eating dinner with him. And we will return to being distanced at work.”

Hanzo flinches when a pillow smacks him dead in the face. “This isn’t a soap opera, Hanzo! Ganko Anija!” Genji adds in Japanese and rolls his eyes. “Let me guess, you stormed off all dramatically and left poor Jesse to hang high and dry, wondering what to do.”

Hanzo bares his teeth at Genji and flings the pillow back at his sibling. “Be quiet!”

Genji steps forward, ducking out of the pillow’s path, and gives Hanzo a hardened look. His brows are furrowed in disappointment and his frown is growing. “Hanzo, I’m being serious. I was there that day in your photo shoot for the wolf sanctuary. Let’s see now: ‘It is impolite for two strangers to be so forward’? I’ve known him a lot longer than you have, Hanzo, so I can safely say you are being a damn fool! And you have no idea how great Jesse really is. If I wasn’t your brother, I’d say you don’t deserve him.”

“And how do you know him?” Hanzo whispers with a glare.

“He wasn’t lying about his work as a sound tech with bands,” Genji admits with a shrug. “I caught a glimpse of him at one of our shows, recognized him from all the advertisements, so I followed him to a local little bar after it was over. He begged me to keep quiet about his ‘secret’ identity. This was way before you two became associates, but it was still hard to hear about how cold you always treated him, Hanzo.”

“Obviously you do not know him very well, then. He has been very rude tonight.” When Genji raises a skeptical eyebrow, Hanzo continues, “He called me an ass and…” Hanzo pauses, trying to remember what else McCree said. When he can’t find any other insult, he repeats: “He called me an ass.”

The way Genji’s expression turns deadpan makes Hanzo shift uncomfortably in his chair. “Hanzo… Don’t tell me you haven’t been an ass, it’s not true and you know it.”

Hanzo crosses his arms across his chest and looks away. He doesn’t know what to reply so he does the next best thing: sulking in silence.

“Come on, Drama Queen,” Genji sighs and nudges Hanzo by the shoulder. “Food time.”

Hanzo takes a deep breath and nods before standing up and opening the door, Genji following him closely. Just as they’re about to step out into the hallway, Gabriel Reyes rushes past them, stopping Hanzo dead in his tracks.

It takes him a few seconds to regain his composure but eventually, he walks into the hall to look at McCree’s manager running.

“Wow, I’ve never seen him run so fast,” Genji says, frowning. “I wonder if McWrap made him angry...”

Hanzo huffs. “It could very well be, I would not care and it would serve him right,” he mutters and follows his brother in the opposite direction. He knows only one place where Genji would want to eat at.

After a much needed visit trip to Rumplings and a good night sleep, the Shimadas enjoy a lazy morning at Hanzo’s place, with Hanzo resting on his couch and reading a novella by his favourite author as Genji lounges beside him, flipping the tv channels at a rapid pace.

“Pick a channel or turn off the television,” Hanzo murmurs with an irritated tone. However, despite Genji’s somewhat annoying tendencies, he is glad his brother offered to keep him company for the night.

“Fiiiiiine,” Genji makes a mock whine and drops the remote, allowing the local news station to stay on the screen. It isn’t long before he turns on his side, relaxes against the couch, and gazes at Hanzo. “So. I’m not gonna pester you to tell how the fight went down...but just consider forgiving him, ok?”

Hanzo pauses from his readings and frowns. “I am making tea. Do you want some?” he asks abruptly, ignoring Genji’s comment as he stands up from the couch.

“You can’t run from this forever, brother. You work together, there’s no way you’re not going to see each other again and trust me, McWrap has an incredible sad puppy face.”

The elder Shimada scowls at Genji and walks around the couch, back into his kitchen. “Yes to tea?”

Genji sticks out his tongue and rolls his eyes. “Fine. Jasmine if you have any.”

Hanzo makes the tea in silence,not bothering to listen to the news as it runs on in the background. He watches as the water slowly turns into a dark brown; the color makes him think of Jesse’s eyes. He wonders what McCree’s sad puppy face looks like--until remembering that he’s mad at him and doesn’t want to see his face. He distracts himself by listening to Genji commenting on the news: the local schools are having fundraisers, a robbery occurred at a gas station, traffic was delayed because of an accident…

Holding back a sigh, Hanzo finishes preparing the tea and brings two small cups with him. He hands Genji’s cup to him but his brother doesn’t move and keeps his eyes glued on the TV instead.

“Thank you, brother,” Genji murmurs as he takes the cup. He lifts it up to his mouth but pauses as something on the screen catches his eye. “Hey, Hanzo. Isn’t that…?”

Hanzo looks up at the screen and freezes. There’s a crashed motorbike on screen. A tiny photograph of a familiar face appears In the top right corner of the tv as they broadcast the surveyed damage. He feels...numb as he recognizes the destroyed motorcycle. He’s certain that the red streaks on the pavement are blood. The crowd gathered around the scene all look horrified or upset. After, Hanzo spots a bold line of text scrolling over and over on the bottom of the story. Only then does the gravity of the situation click in place. ‘Famous Model Injured in Crash’. McMilan...McCree.

“Jesse,” Hanzo whimpers, feeling strangely heavy and frozen in place.

“N-no way,” Genji whispers from beside Hanzo, as they both gaze on anxiously.

“--hirty-seven-year old, James McMilan, was injured in a crash last night. McMilan is a well known model working for LME productions. Witnesses affirm that McMilan was driving above the speed limit and went through a red light. He was rushed to a nearby emergency room, name withheld at the request of his manager, and is currently in a coma. Tragically, it is unknown if he will pull through.”

“Oh god,” Genji gasps between his hands and frantically reaches for his phone. “What if that was why Reyes was freaking out?” He dials a number with lighting speed and holds the phone to his ear. “Please answer...please!”

Hanzo still feels lifeless as he listens to his brother’s panicked breathing. “It’s not picking up, Hanzo! It’s going straight to voicemail.” He watches as Genji’s eyes fill with tears, unable to move, unable to speak. He’s not even sure he’s breathing anymore.

“Shit!” Genji curses as he leaps up from the couch, tears dripping from his eyes, and rushes into the hallways connecting Hanzo’s living room to his bedroom. “C’mon Jesse, answer the phone, please!”

Hanzo listens to his brother’s voice breaking, cracking in pieces. He chokes back estranged sobs. The teacup in his hand slips between his fingers and tumbles down to the carpet. Hot tears roll along his sharp cheekbones as his last conversation with McCree rings in his ears.

“You never gave me the chance to get close and get to know ya.” He remembers McCree’s expression, the tears in his eyes. “Do you have any idea how painful it was to be half loved?” He remembers his own anger then, cold yet still burning, the venom in his voice when he said: “You are not worth my time.”

As Hanzo squeezes his eyes shut, a distraught gasp breaks free; deep sobs immediately follow after it.

The news reporter’s voice starts echoing in his head. “McMilan was driving above the speed limit and went through a red light.” Hanzo shakes his head to try and stop the voice but it keeps repeating itself, accusing.

He hears Genji fumble around in the hallway, cursing in a mixture of Japanese and English. Wordlessly, with eyes still soaked and dripping, Hanzo stands up and makes a beeline for his shoes and jacket.

“I will be back,” Hanzo weakly mumbles to his brother and slips out the door while Genji is still distracted.

The drive from Hanzo’s place to LME productions passes in a blur; he barely remembers it happening at all. But, here he is, glancing around frantically. His heart thrashes wildly against his chest in panic and his breathes heave heavily and unevenly against his throat. Frays of hair have broken free from his ponytail--a sign of his rushed appearance--and sweat coats the skin of his forehead. He takes a moment to try and scold his expression into his usual poker face before entering the building.

Many concerned expressions zero in on him, but Hanzo ignores them. He searches the crowd of people all gathered around the greeting office’s large wall mounted television where everyone is watching the news alert about James...Jesse. When he spots his target, Jack’s personal receptionist, and makes a beeline towards her.

The brunette woman is clearing her desk; where an almost comically large bouquet of flowers is taking up most of the wooden space. He steals a glimpse down to the flowers and spots a tiny yellow card that reads ‘You’re in our thoughts, James.’ tucked in the paper band.

“Lena!” Hanzo calls out to her.

The woman jumps in surprise and quickly spins around to meet him. “Hanzo! Ya scared me, luv!”

“I cannot get a hold of Jack,” Hanzo explains, taking a deep breath. “I need to know where Jes--James has been taken to.”

Lena opens her mouth and closes it several times as she considers Hanzo’s words. She blows a few strands of hair away from her eye and meekly sags her shoulders. “Ah...Jack told me to keep hush hush at the moment, luv,” she murmurs apologetically. “Besides, I don’t really think it would be a great idea if you visited him there,” she says, wringing her hands. “Since y’know… You two fight all the time.”

Hanzo sighs and starts playing with one of the loose strands of hair from his ponytail, looking up and away to try not to spill any tears; he’s getting desperate.

“It has been pointed to me how,” he pauses, looking for another word than ‘mean’. “Uncivilized I have been to him… I would like to apologize.” Lena looks at him skeptically until he adds a weak, “please”.

After a short time of silence, Lena sighs under the pleading gaze. She gathers the flowers and shoves them against Hanzo’s chest. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but you gotta bring these too.” He nods eagerly and takes the note where Lena wrote the hospital’s address.

Before he can turn and leave, Lena quickly steps closer and glances around cautiously. “From what I understand, James has been admitted under a different name, luv. An alias? Anyway, it’s Jesse McCree.”

Hanzo mumbles, “Yes, I know. Thank you, Lena.” Then he turns and leaves as fast as he can without actually running and jumps into his car. He types the address in his GPS and tries to focus on the road this time.

When he finally arrives to Overwatch hospital, Hanzo spots his and Jesse’s managers getting a coffee. He moves stealthily across the lobby and sits in one of the chairs, feigning to be waiting as he listens to their conversation.

“... It’s all my fault, Jack.”

“No, we already talked about this. You can’t help that the kid was driving above the speed limit, Gabe!”

Hanzo watches from the corner of his eyes: how Gabriel sullenly stares at the floor and how Jack wraps his hands around the other man’s while their coffee rests on a counter. They are practically pressed against each other’s sides, almost...intimately; needing one another’s comfort. But then… Jack leans his head against Gabriel’s shoulder and Hanzo starts to think that all the gossip he hears about them at work isn’t just gossip.

“Let’s wait until he wakes up. He’ll tell you what happened.” Jack says almost too softly for Hanzo to hear.

“I killed him, Jack,” Gabriel’s whisper is so pained and broken. “I made him take that stupid diet. I saw he got drowsy and clumsy. Even the nurse said...”

“She said it didn’t help, she didn’t say it was the reason of the accident, Gabe.”

“But what if he fainted? For all we know, he could have fainted on his stupid bike because of that diet I forced on him! And for what? A bloody photoshoot with Hanzo. Everyone thinks he’s so cool, wonderful Hanzo with his tattoo and his long hair. That guy’s just a bully!”

“Gabe, hold on. Look, I was going to talk to Hanzo about his attitude towards Jesse, but getting mad isn’t going to help right now. Calm down,” Jack replies and reaches for the other man’s shoulder. “Please…You know it’s not his fault either.”

Hanzo looks away, of course it’s his fault. How could it not be?

“You should get some rest, Jack,” Gabe quietly mutters and kisses Jack’s forehead. “Ve a dormir, cariño.”

It takes a few more minutes and a pair of puppy eyes but Jack accepts to take a nap while Gabriel goes get something a bit more consistent than the hospital’s coffee. When he’s sure he won’t be noticed, Hanzo walks discretely up to the information desk and coughs to get the receptionist’s attention.

“How can I help you sir?”

“I...um...came to deliver those flowers to…” Hanzo pauses and pretends to look the name up on his phone, “Jesse McCree.”

The receptionist types the name on his keyboard and scrolls down for what feels like ages before looking back at him.

“I’m sorry but this patient is still in a light coma state and he’s not taking visitors.”

“I understand but this is my job, I could get fired for not delivering these flowers. I will be in and out.” Hanzo can tell the receptionist is about to refuse again so he quickly adds, “Unless you would like to carry this particularly heavy bouquet by yourself, of course. It would actually be rather helpful.”

The guy just eyes the enormous bouquet wearily before giving Hanzo the room number and the direction to the elevators. It doesn’t take him long to find the room but he stands in front of it for several minutes, bracing himself and praying to all the gods he knows that he won’t be greeted by the sight of a McCree missing half of his body parts or something.

He freezes after he cracks open the hospital door and peers inside. His chest clenches up when he sees the prone form bundled up on the bed and he quickly rushes inside. Machines clutter around the bed--all monitoring different parts of the man’s body--and layers of pillows and blankets are swaddled around Jesse. The flowers are dropped on an empty chair beside the bed as Hanzo kneels by it.

He gets a better view of the other’s injuries and his eyes immediately tear up. Where Jesse’s left arm should be, there is a bandaged stub. Jesse’s face is decorated with deep scratches and bruises and several bloody patches adorn his head; a brace is clamped around his neck where bandages are wrapped snug towards his forehead and over his left eye. His right foot is set in a cast, supported by a cling at a corner of the bed.

Hanzo cringes, having little idea of how much pain the accident must have caused him. With a shaking hand, he clutches his fingers around Jesse’s right arm and buries his face against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, blankets muffling his words. “I did this to you, didn’t I?”

At this moment, Hanzo would gladly give everything he owns to feel McCree’s strong and warm embrace, to see those soft chocolate eyes, the little marks at their corners whenever he smiles.

A choked sob escapes him when he realizes just how much he’s lost because he was too prideful to just listen, too wounded to forgive. He laughs dryly. He has hurt Jesse more than the cowboy had hurt him. Physically and emotionally, Hanzo thinks bitterly as he remembers what the journalist had said on the news.

When he hears a groan, Hanzo immediately glances up to see Jesse’s eye blinking slowly. He watches as the man rolls his gaze around, exhaustion and confusion very visible in Jesse’s expression while he examines his surroundings. When he finally gazes at Hanzo, a big and soft smile forms on his face.

“Jesse?!” Hanzo croaks, his tone barely above a whisper.

“Did te dolió...heaven...?” Jesse’s voice is hoarse and dry, but the goofy smile never leaves his face. He reaches up, almost drunkenly, and presses his fingers on Hanzo’s eye. "Mmmm... Estoy mas volado que una cometa. I must be in heaven.... Un ángel."

Hanzo pauses and frowns when he realizes that Jesse is far from coherent--most likely on a high dose of painkillers. A part of him is thankful the man is still alive; the other half despises himself. It’s his fault Jesse is in a hospital bed, missing an arm and heaven knows what other parts of his body.

He feels his lips quivering as he cups his hands around Jesse’s own and gently lifts it up. He presses a kiss to the calloused knuckles and bites back a sudden sob. “I’m so sorry, Jesse. I’m sorry.”

A light frown appears on McCree’s face as he watches Hanzo repeating apologetic whispers on loop. McCree wiggles his arm in an attempt to free his hand from Hanzo’s grasp then he pinches Hanzo’s nose with some difficulties.

“Boop!” He says happily, retrieving his hand slowly and sticking out his tongue in concentration as he tries to position his annular between his middle finger and index. After a while, he looks down at his hand and chuckles before positioning his thumb between the two fingers.

“Gotcha nose!”

Hanzo’s frown vanished from his face, but his brows still sank against his eyes. “I...should let you rest. I just needed to see you and apologize, Jesse.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

Hanzo jumps in surprise, Jesse blinks slowly. They both turn their head to the doorway to see a fuming Gabriel Reyes--clutching a cup of coffee in his hand and shooting daggers in Hanzo’s direction. He wipes at his eyes, takes a deep breath, and bows his head. “I-I...I did not mean to intrude.”

“How the hell did you get in?” Gabriel gritted between his teeth.

“I brought flowers,” Hanzo offers weakly and gestures to the discarded bouquet on the other chair.

“Gaaaabe!” Jesse calls out happily, oblivious to the tension between the other mens.

“Jesseeeee.” Gabe answers in what Hanzo assumes is his best fake happy voice. “Don’t move, kid, you’re so high you could touch the moon. And you,” he says, walking towards Hanzo and gripping the front of his shirt, “are getting the hell out of here!”

“Noooooooooooo!” Jesse whined, trying to sit up.

Gabriel let go of Hanzo at once and rushed to hold Jesse back in his bed. “I said don’t move, condenado niño.”

"No hagas que el ángel se vaya, jefe."

Gabriel snorts. “Angel? Maybe the kind with horns and a pitchfork..”

"Yo lo amo, Gabe."

Hanzo watches the two men converse, feeling uncertain, ignorant and confused the whole time. When Gabriel passes a glance away from Jesse and back on himself, he can feel his heartbeat quicken. Next thing he knows, Hanzo is being guided back into a chair and a rather pissed Gabriel engulfs his vision. “What the hell is he talking about?”

“I don’t speak Spanish,” Hanzo admits quietly and rubs his forearm awkwardly. “What did he say?”

“He says,” Gabriel answers, leaning even closer, “that he’s in love with you. So I would like to know what on Earth lead him to think that. Everybody knows you hate him, Hanzo. Do you suddenly find my kid interesting now that he almost died?”

“No!” Hanzo snaps and buries his face into his hands. “I mean...that’s not…” A deep sigh leaves him as he glances back to Jesse and focuses on what’s left of his arm. “I have been a fool.”

“I think everyone’s been a fool,” Gabe mutters as he shoves the bouquet of flowers to the ground and sinks down in the other hospital chair. “But it doesn’t answer my question, cabròn.”

Hanzo takes a deep breath and looks at him in the eyes. “Before I explain everything, I want to let you know that I deeply care about Jesse and the only reason I am here now is because I am worried and--” Hanzo takes another deep breath before his voice can crack. “I am really sorry for what happened to him.”

“What.” Gabriel’s deadpan expression is enough to make Hanzo falter for several seconds.

“I know it sounds skeptical, after the way I’ve acted in the past...It all began about a month ago.”

Hanzo took a deep breath before he recounted everything from memory: his first meeting with Jesse McCree, their first dinner date, their first movie night...their first kiss. Hanzo saw no point in hiding the truth, especially after what lies have cost him already.

Both men pause when Jesse weakly moans and mutters something in Spanish. His fingers prod and scratch at the wires strapped onto his exposed chest, monitoring his vitals.

“Oi!” Gabe sends an irritated glance at McCree and snaps his fingers. “Don’t touch, mijo!”

“I don’t like ‘em,” McCree complains and ignores the man.

Hanzo stands and reaches for McCree’s hand, taking it gently between his own two. “Jesse, please don’t.”

Jesse pouts and for a moment, Hanzo thinks he’ll try to free his hand to keep scratching at the wires, but the goofy grin returns to his face. “I’ll be good, if...mmm...a kiss.”

Hanzo looks down at the cowboy’s lips and cringes. They’re still bloody from the accident and probably hurt. He lets his gaze wander across the other’s face to find a better spot and when he finds it, he slowly leans forward and lays a gentle kiss on Jesse’s forehead, near his temple.

“You should go back to sleep, Jesse. You need to rest.” Hanzo whispers.

“I don’t wanna…”

“Sleep, Jesse,” Gabe states, sounding more like a worried parent than a worried manager, as he watches the pair.

Jesse looks up at Hanzo and mumbles “Stay,” his hand squeezing Hanzo’s, making him look at Gabriel, silently asking permission.

“Alright,” Gabriel huffs, “but this talk ain’t over, Shimada.”

They watch as Gabriel takes his coat back and Hanzo swears he hears a quiet, “Take care of him.” before he’s gone.

Jesse pulls on his sleeve to get his attention and says “Bed…With me?”

It takes Hanzo several minutes to figure out what McCree wants from him: to lay on the bed together. He eyes the small hospital bed skeptically before placing one of the chairs next to McCree’s bed and laying his head on the other’s chest, making sure he won’t hurt Jesse or disconnect the wires.

Exhausted after such an eventful morning, Hanzo falls asleep to the sound of the heart monitor and Jesse’s breathing.

The translations are : -Stubborn Brother! -Go sleep, my dear. -Did it hurt...heaven...? -Mmmm... I'm flying higher than a kite. I must be in heaven.... An angel. -You damn child -Don't make the angel leave, boss. -I love him

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