Corrupted dreams are inevitable.

I suggest you to listen this while reading

Inspired by @watch-over-junkrat‘s headcanon.

Keep reading for an extra scene and extra feels.

I do take poly, so enjoy

Hanzo rested his hand on your forehead and gave a hum, McCree flitting around behind him. You wheezed and Hanzo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, lifting it off after a moment.

“Still hot,” he murmured, listening to the cowboy in the kitchen before picking up a rag and going to the sink.

He rinsed it with cool water, ringed it out, then placed it on your forehead. You gave a sigh as the cold feeling spread through you, soothing your fever. McCree arrived, bowl of soup in hand, before sitting on the bed next to you. He blew on a spoonful before putting it to your lips. You reluctantly opened your mouth, letting him dump the nearly too hot broth in. 

A noodle slipped down your throat and the warmth soothed your aching throat. McCree filled the spoon again, before bringing it to your lips. You swallowed that as well while Hanzo gently brushed hair off of your sweaty forehead. 

“You don’t need to be here,” you finally rasped, “I can take care of myself.”

“Nonsense,” the archer said, pressing a kiss to your burning cheek.

“Darlin’, you’re ill,” McCree added, “You couldn’t drag us out of here.”

I did this :S im really proud of it - @Shelbi702

((YOOOOOOOOOO this is so fuckin good!!! Look at that lighting!!! NICE!))

- Mod Jay

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I realized pages and pages ago that I’ve been drawing Jack’s hair aggressively wrong because I haven’t been using any references through this whole thing, so I’ve just been waiting for an opportunity to have him ruffle his hair and fix it.

That was a sick blep!

Soba, the noodle thief. 

Based from here.