Kiss Me
| McCree | Hanzo | Reaper |
McCree
Another night without him.
How many have you spent without him? 73 now? You barely remember, it feels like forever since you last held him.
“Please come home.” You murmured as you clutched his pillow to your chest, the moonlight streaming into the bedroom, falling upon the sheets just below your covered legs, “I miss you.” Your words were muffled by the pillow as your face sunk into it.
Your apartment felt unwelcoming without his bright and joyful presence. No longer was the space filled with laughter and smiles; it was now replaced with a cloud of sorrow that hung over, refusing to leave. You hated it. You hated the feeling of loneliness; it hurt to know that you were by yourself. Your heart would ache whenever you spotted something of Jesse’s or if you pulled out his favorite mug, preparing his coffee just the way he liked it, only to remember he wasn’t there.
The room was cold without him. You could barely handle it. You needed him to be there with you, you couldn’t deal with yet another sleepless night without him beside you; you needed to feel his warmth.
You understood that he had to leave on a mission, but you had been told that it would only take a month. Nobody had any idea where Jesse or anyone else that was sent out with him was at, their communicators presumably broken from their lack of updates and locations. Everyone within Overwatch had been stressed and on edge. Jesse’s team had left to gather information on Talon, locating their base and estimating their number of soldiers, as well as any upgraded weaponry. Everyone knew it was dangerous, seeing as though one of them needed to get within the walls of the enemy.
You sat up and moved the blankets off of you, swinging your legs off the bed and moving into the bathroom. You splashed some water at your face, hoping that it would finally work to help clear your mind, but once again it didn’t work. You sighed, your hands placed on the granite countertop as you leaned forward, your head down as water dropped off your eyelashes and nose into the sink. You stood there for a few moments until you heard the door to your apartment open. It startled you at first, until you realized it was Jack coming in to give you an update; he used to come and tell you everyday, but as the few days drew into weeks of the group being missing his visits became scare as he took notice of your disappointment with every update you received.
You dried your face off with the hand towel before hanging it back on the holder, opening the door and flicking off the light before making your way into your living room, “Have you heard anything new, Jack-“ You cut your words off as you stood still, not sure if you should believe the sight in front of you.
There he was, the love of your life Jesse McCree, standing right before you as he took his hat, setting it to the side before turning to you, a soft smile appearing on his bruised lips, “Hey Darlin’.”
You didn’t hesitate to run into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and jumping onto him, your legs around his waist as you cling to him; terrified, that if you were to let go, he’d disappear again. You felt him embrace you tightly, clutching your body to him as close as possible. His face rested in the crook of your neck, as one hand held the back of your head and the other on your hip as he held you up.
“I missed you so much, Jesse.” You cried, unable to stop the tears that cascaded down your cheeks.
“I missed you too, Sweetheart. I’m sorry that I was gone for so long,” He pulled back, his eyes finding yours, “I don’t even know what all happened. We landed and we were on the lookout for anything suspicious and suddenly out communicators weren’t workin’! We were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by snow. Anywhere I think I’d get any sort of reception, I tried to signal for pickup; but it never sent through.” He explained, knowing that you’d most likely want to know where he’d been and what was going on while he was gone.
“Just shut up and kiss me.” You said, your fingers running through his hair before tugging him forward, his lips landing on yours in a very much needed ‘welcome home’ kiss.
This kiss was unlike any other that you had experienced. This one was sweet and tender, as well as passionate and needy. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of his lips, missing the taste of a cigar on his breath; something you once hated and took for granted. You gasped for air as your lips parted for a moment before returning to the lip lock, desperate for his touch.
He pulled back, brushing your hair out of your face after he placed you on your feet, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks and drink in your puffy features as your tears began to come to an end, “I missed you more than you can imagine, Sweetpea. Not a night went by where I didn’t think about you.”
You smiled before bringing him into another kiss.
He was finally home.
Hanzo
Horror.
That’s the only way to describe the scene before him; Reaper, holding you up in the air by your throat while pressing the barrel of his gun in your abdomen, fear present in your eyes as you tried to fight off his hand that gripped your neck, kicking your legs out in an attempt to hit him, failing in doing so.
He was frozen. Why can’t he move? He tried to step forward, but his muscles didn’t budge.
“H-Hanzo!” You choked out, your breathing becoming struggled as Reaper tightened his hold.
As if broken from a trance, Hanzo quickly lifted his bow and drew back an arrow before lining up the shot on the masked man. He needed precision; if he were to miss, he’d risk hitting you in you in your vitals. His anxiety was skyrocketing. He couldn’t lose you. He hands had a faint tremble to them, he shook his head, shaking away his negativity and rushing forward, dropping the arrow he once held and charged to where Reaper held you, jumping up and slamming his bow down onto the terrorist, causing the man in black to drop you. Once on his feet, Hanzo took advantage of the stunned Reaper that had stumbled back a step, sweeping his bow up into his jaw, sending him back some distance.
“Get her out of here Hanzo!” McCree yelled toward the archer, giving him the chance to bring you to safety, distracting Reaper.
Without a second thought, Hanzo took you into his arms, holding you close to his chest as he maneuvered through the battlefield that was once a city, overrun by Talon’s soldiers now. There wasn’t many places to hide temporarily, you were surrounded by the enemy; the only option he saw was to hide in one of the various abandoned buildings that lined the street. Sneaking in through a previously shattered window on the third floor of what seemed to be an apartment building, he laid you down on the bed. Your breathing was ragged, heavily rasped from your dry gasps for air.
“We’re safe for now, my love.” He said softly, caressing the side of your face before he moved to assess your wounds, taking notice of a bullet lodged into your shoulder; causing you to wince with every movement, “I’m going to call for Angela. You’re gonna be okay.”
You could only nod in response.
Everything on the mission was going fine. You were patrolling the ghost town in search of the possibility of Talon activity. You’d occasionally send updates with your communicator until you heard the warning for Reaper being present and currently engaging with your team. You ended up finding the man in black, seeing him lift his gun up towards you as he stepped on the chest of one of your members of the patrol. You remember hearing what might’ve been a chuckle before your ears began to ring from a sudden ‘boom’ as your shoulder began to burn, causing you to wince. You didn’t hesitate to fight the dangerous man, already knowing that you might not make it out alive, but you were determined to save your people on the field.
You lifted your right hand, your fingers finding the blood-soaked fabric of your suit, your fingertips lightly ghosting the bullet wound. You cursed under your breath as you watched Hanzo on his communicator, most likely contacting the angel-like medic to nurse you back to health. Your eyes danced around the room, soon settling on a picture of a family on the dresser of the bedroom.
You wanted to fight; to help bring families, such as the one in the photo, back to their homes. It broke your heart seeing the furnished room, your eyes catching sight of the presumably sentimental items that were on display on shelves and photos displayed in frames. You wanted all of them to come home without living in fear of Talon’s wrath.
“She’s on her way.” Hanzo broke the silence as he sat on the edge of the bed, beside you; his hand instinctively finding yours.
Why did he hesitate out there? You were struggling, but he was frozen where he had stood, watching as Reaper tried to crush your airways.
He beat himself up about it.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, your voice cracking in the process, your thumb tenderly running over the back of his hand.
“You were in danger and I…” He paused, swallowing the lump that built in his throat, “I hesitated. I couldn’t move. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I’m okay now, aren’t I?” You tried to reassure, “You did rescue me anyway.”
“But I could’ve prevented him from almost strangling you!” He didn’t want your reassurance; he didn’t deserve it, he failed you when you needed him.
“If you were to have used an arrow and shot him, you probably would’ve hit me; no offense to your skills, it’s just that you can’t predict his next moves. He could’ve used me as his shield. I think you did the best you could in a situation like that.” You smiled, giving his hand a light squeeze as you sat up, your shoulder protesting the movement with painful aches, “Thank you for saving me.”
His eyes widened, “My love, I will go through anything to save you.” His free hand finding home of your cheek, cupping your face and tilting your chin up.
“Just kiss me.” You said before your lips found his in a gentle kiss, one that was soft yet harbored the love that was shared between you.
Your skin was soft against his calloused palm, making him sigh in content as his tongue glided across your bottom lip, slipping through your now parted lips that happily welcomed him.
A sudden voice clearing broke the silence that was created by the lip lock, “You both are pretty battered.” Angela said, a medical bag in hand before she made way into the room as you and Hanzo backed up; a faint rosiness rising on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he got up from the bed, allowing the doctor room, “You can go back now. I got it from here.”
Hanzo shook his head, a smile finding way onto his face, “I’d rather stay to make sure they’re okay.”
Reaper
Today was probably the day; the last time you’d see the love of your life.
You knew he had to go out on this mission. He didn’t have a choice no matter how bad he wanted to stay and continue the life he created with you. He wanted to continue waking up every morning beside you, just like he had done in this very moment; his arm draped over your hip as he faced you. He wanted to surprise you for your upcoming anniversary with a nice dinner date in the city, one where you both could enjoy yourselves without any interruptions from your higher ups. He wanted to have a family with you; he honestly wanted to leave Talon once Overwatch was no more.
“I don’t want you to go.” You said, your eyes downcast as you moved closer to him, the cool touch of his skin relieving you of the heat that built up under the blankets.
“I know, mi amor. I don’t want to go either, but I have no choice. It’s mandatory that I go. This might be the way to take down Overwatch.” He explained, even though you’ve already heard it before.
A couple weeks back, he came to you with a solemn expression. You didn’t have time to prepare yourself for the bomb he was about to drop on you; he was going to infiltrate Overwatch’s headquarters with a group of Talon soldiers and take out the members during the night. This could possibly be his last mission, but not in the way you had hoped for; you hoped for the success rate being high and being rid of Overwatch, not the possibility of Gabriel not making it back alive. Your anxiety had been high since he told you, trying to think of ways he could get out of the mission.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.” Your voice trembled with sorrow as a couple tears fell from your eyes, “I need you, baby.”
“I’m gonna come back to you. I promise.” He held out his pinky, wrapping it around yours before planting a kiss on your forehead, “I won’t be gone too long. Just a couple weeks; 4 weeks at most. And then we can celebrate our anniversary together without worry. Once the mission is over, we can leave this place for good.” He smiled before pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he breathed in your scent, feeling at ease with your presence.
You’re day went different than usual. Normally, you both have separate schedules that never lined up with each other, but, since Gabriel would be departing tonight, he had the day off as well as you. You spent the day together, mostly in bed, enjoying each other’s company; soaking up as much time with one another as you could. You didn’t want to leave his side at any point, only allowing him to use the bathroom on his own, which he openly invited you to come into the bathroom with him.
You missed days like this.
They weren’t as common as they used to be when Gabriel worked alongside those he now wants to destroy. You remember meeting him in Paris at a local bakery; which is also where you learned of his sweet tooth. Months had gone by and you both had grown closer as time went on and before you knew it, you were moving in with him; into his scarcely furnished apartment, only having a sofa, bed, a desk and a television that sat on an entertainment table. You never complained though! Over time, you had added more and it slowly became your shared home with him. You remember the day he first told you he was apart of Blackwatch, much to your surprise, and when he asked you to come with him to the base as he had to move back; without hesitation, you followed.
You really missed those days.
Back when everything was okay.
“I have to get going soon, love.” He mumbled into your neck, untangling his legs from yours as he pulled back to get out of bed.
“I wish you didn’t have to.” You spoke quietly and avoided eye contact, knowing that if you were to so much as glance at his warm, chocolate eyes, you’d break into endless sobs.
“I know. I wish I didn’t have to either, but this is for the best. Don’t worry, I’ll come back to you. I promise.” He pinky promised you again, “You really think those bastards are gonna be able to take me down?” He asked with confidence.
“N-No, I don’t think that at all!” You stressed, “I’m just nervous is all.” You rubbed your left arm with your hand, biting your inner cheek.
He stretched his arms up, his back muscles contorting and flexing in the process before he moved to put on his clothes; his usual attire when leaving your room. It felt like time flew by because he was suddenly ready to leave.
“I have to go now, love.” He gave you a sad smile as you walked toward him, your arms snaking around his waist as you rested your head against his chest, pressing yourself into him as he embraced you tightly, “I’ll come back to you. I always keep my promises. And once Overwatch is dealt with, we’ll be free to do whatever we want.” He said, with what sounded like hope playing on his tone of voice.
“I know. Just… don’t get too beaten up out there.” Your eyes finally met his as he pulled back from kissing the top of your head.
“I’ll try not to.” He joked before his thumb and forefinger found your chin, lifting your head, “Just kiss me.”
With that, your lips met his. It was slow, as if you were remembering every imperfection and perfections on each other’s lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as his hand on your chin moved to the back of your head, finding home tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue fought with yours for dominance, which he soon took over with a small tug of your hair, causing you to gasp in shock.
After a few moments, you pulled away dazed, “You better come back.”
“Of course, mi amor.” He spoke lowly, leaning into your ear and giving it a light bite, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine, “I have to finish what I started.”
He pulled away and fitted his bone-white mask to his face before fixing his hood. You looked you up and down, taking in your features; your eyes, cheekbones, lips, collarbones, hips, legs. You were everything to him. He wanted a better life for the two of you and he was determined to achieve that on this mission.
“Don’t miss me too much. I’ll be back.” He opened the door, taking a step out, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You said your goodbyes, standing in the hall as he walked away.
Weeks had gone by after that until you received the news on your husband; he wasn’t coming back home.
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