One Of Those Overwatch Imagine Blogs

(If these asks are from two different people, that’s a crazy wild coincidence. Hope you enjoy!)

You had always loved the sea. The ocean inspired you more than anything, so it was inevitable that you would live right next to it. Luckily, you had secured yourself a decently cheap beachfront house in a rather rural area. You spent most of your free hours sitting on the beach with your ocarina, playing renditions of music from movies and games, along with writing your own music. On this particular night, as the sun was near setting, you stared out at the water reflecting the gentle orange light of the sun, and a wave of inspiration hit you like never before. You began to improvise a song that was slow and weaved through high and low notes like the waves traveling in and out. After a minute or two of playing, you stopped, satisfied, and looked back to at the horizon. When you gazed out, something in the water caught your eye, but before you could make out what it was, it was gone. You stood there for a moment longer, seeing if it would appear again, but after a few minutes, you walked back to your house, still pondering over what you may have seen. From the glimpse you had gotten, it looked like a large, emerald, glittering fish tail, larger than any you had ever seen before.

A week passed, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the tail. You tried researching what type of fish it could be, but every result was either not large enough, not native to shallow water, or not green. It was a complete mystery, and it was driving you insane. Every day, at the same time as that fateful day, you returned to the shore and played the same song. It probably had no effect, but something inside of you hoped that perhaps it would do... something.

The tenth day, and still nothing. You were losing hope that you would ever see the tail again. Inside your home, you looked to the clock; it was almost time to go out again. You sighed, and whispered to yourself, “Today is the last day that I bother with this. Once the sun sets, it’s out of my mind.” You picked up your ocarina and made your way out the door and to the beach. Once you reached the shore, you sat down and began to play; the melody you had first played was now etched into your mind. The notes gently cascaded out over the waves, like a seal coursing through the water, but you kept your eyes trained on it like a shark, trying to spot that elusive tail. The song was near over. Your eyes darted over the water in all directions, searching, waiting, hoping. But you were losing hope fast...

Suddenly there was a splash! You saw it this time, to your left! You stood up and dashed into the water as fast as you could. You could still see it shimmering just below the surface. This thing, this stupid fish had avoided you up until now, there was no way in hell that you were going to let it escape again. But, in the blink of an eye, it was gone again, leaving you standing waist deep in the ocean. “No... No!” In anger, you slammed the water with your fists, then held your head in your hands in defeat. This mysterious creature had driven you crazy, and this would be the last time you would see it. The waves pushed against your body, the water soaked into your clothes. The only music now was the cold rhythm of the ocean. It was gone...

“Hello.”

A voice had destroyed the silence.

You moved your hands away and opened your eyes to see a person, from the neck up, appear out of the water no more than five feet away from you. He looked young, and had black hair and thin angular eyes with pupils as dark as dusk that glinted mischievously.  You wondered how he had gotten out this far, but then behind him, you saw the tail, glittering below the waves. He began talking again.

“You... what is your name?”

You told him your name, then quietly, awkwardly asked for his. That made him smile.

“I am Genji... I think that your song is beautiful. I think that you... are beautiful.”

You tried talking, but the words could not come out. “What- what a-are...”

He chuckled. “I can see that you are confused.” He lifted his tail above the surface. It reflected the setting sun in a million different places, blinding you with its beauty. “I live deep within the ocean. I come up here sometimes to watch the sunset, but one day I heard your music. It is so soothing.” He came closer and gripped your hands, and his eyes lit up. “I’ve fallen in love with you and your song. Please, can you come out into the water every day, so I may hear your melodies better?”

This should have been stranger than it felt. This man- no, this mermaid had just appeared, and told you he loved you. But, it didn’t feel weird. The weirdest thing was how this felt like it was meant to be. “Yes,” you told him, smiling from ear to ear and holding his hands tight, “yes, I will! I’ll come to see you every day, I promise!”

He smiled back at you. “Thank you, (Y/N)! The sun is about to set, so I will see you tomorrow.” He let go of your hands and began swimming backwards into the sea. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” His tail flicked up above the surface, sparkling in the last of the sun’s fading light, and then it was gone.

***

With the money you had saved buying your house, you bought a small boat to meet Genji closer to his home. Every evening you would row out to play your ocarina for him. He would always applaud you and say that you were the greatest player in the world; sometimes you would let him try to play it too, and although he was hardly an expert, the smile on his face when he finally played a few cohesive notes made your heart swell with joy.

One night, a few months after the day you met, everything went as normal, but before you said goodbye, Genji said, “May I ask you something, (Y/N)?”

“Of course, Genji,” you answered. “What is it?”

“Coming out here every day... it is not a bother to you, is it?”

You leaned over the side of your boat and smiled comfortingly. “Of course not. I love coming to meet you.”

“Thank you, that is reassuring.” He paused and gazed into your eyes thoughtfully for a few moments. Suddenly, he said, “Forgive me for this.”

He grabbed your arm, and as fast as lightning, pulled you into the water. You were so caught off guard, you hardly had time to take a breath before being submerged. Everything was a blur. You felt Genji’s arms around your torso, and the two of you had reached the surface again.

“Genji! What are you-” Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you close and kissed you, quick and silent as a thief. You did not fight it; in truth, you had been waiting for this for a long time. Ever since you had met him, you had loved him, just as he had loved you. He stopped and pushed back, meeting your eyes. “I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he whispered, grinning. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“Don’t be,” you replied quietly. You pulled him back to you, letting your lips meet his halfway. You hardly noticed your soaked clothes, wet hair or toppled boat. The sun glowed just as it had on that first day you had met, warming your skin and shining a spotlight on you and him, as if nothing existed but you two, wrapped in the embrace of each other and the sea.

>He’s bummed that you two can’t go out for your birthday (half because he feels bad for you, half because he was looking forward to it)

>He’d bring you to the couch and turn on your favorite movie.

>He goes into the kitchen, and you hear a ton of pans and other dishes clanging.

>You try to walk in to investigate, but he stops you and tells you to wait on the couch.

> 2 more movies later, he comes out of the kitchen with a huge cake with 14 sticks of dynamite in it.

> “Happy birthday, love! I wanted to get more sticks in, but this was as many as I could fit. Ready to light ‘em up?”

> You freak out a little and tell him you’d rather eat the cake than blow it up.

>He sighs, but complies and cuts two slices and gives you one.

>It’s a bit burnt, but compared to his usual cooking, it’s the best thing you’ve ever had.

((I know you didn’t specifically ask for this to be a fic, but heck I got carried away. This is actually the first fic I’ve written on this blog, being a new mod and all. I hope you enjoy it!))

It was early in the morning at the Overwatch headquarters, and you were the first to arrive, as usual. That was alright, though, you enjoyed tidying up the place before anyone else had arrived; they always complimented you on how nice it looked, saying things like “You’re quite the overachiever” and “I’m glad we recruited you”. Something seemed wrong when you had come in, though. There was a strong, musty scent in the air, and a few more bottles of whiskey laying around than usual. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, and your mind couldn’t help but race with what could have happened last night.

You gathered two bottles from the table and turned around to collect more, but a dark shape against the wall caught your eye. You turned your head and saw a body sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, head facing straight up, legs out in different directions, surrounded by various types of alcohol bottles and cans. You were so startled by this that you dropped one of the bottles you were holding on the floor, causing it to shatter loudly and the person who was passed out on the floor to wake with a jolt and jerk their head around frantically.

Once you had steadied your breathing and gotten over your initial shock, you recognized the person as Jesse McCree, one of your allies in Overwatch. Although, “ally” was putting it lightly. Over the year-and-a-half that you had been a part of Overwatch, you had developed a crush on the cowboy.

McCree had come to his senses and realized you were in the room with him. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and attempted to greet you.

“Oh hey, (Y/N). I forgot you worked mornin’ shift around here,” McCree joked, rubbing his face as he began to stand up. He was trying to play it cool, but it was clear to you that something had happened last night. You knew McCree was a fan of the occasional bottle of whiskey, but this was the most bottles you had ever seen.

“Are you okay?” you asked as you put the bottles you were holding back onto the table and walked over to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, darlin’,” he said to you, leaning against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol, which made you hold your nose. “Just a little tired.”

“McCree, are you...” You hesitated. It felt wrong to flat out ask if he was drunk. You tried to find a way to reword your question. “Did you stay here last night?”

McCree, leaning against the wall and smiled at you with the dopiest grin you had ever seen. “Eeyup, had myself a lil party. Guess I got carried away,” he chuckled. “Yeah, I sure had a blast. Man, was that tiring...” he began to fall, but you caught him before he could embrace the floor. You nearly fell over with him, but luckily he was able to stand with your support.

“Come on, McCree, let’s get you to bed,” you sighed, and began to walk with him, his arm slung over your shoulders and your arm around his waist. You were leading him to the infirmary, thinking that he would be able to rest in one of the spare beds.

You walked in silence, when suddenly you hear him say, “Y’know, you’re awful cute when you’re determined.” The compliment caught you off guard, but you brushed it off as the alcohol talking, and kept looking forward. But he continued to speak. “When you first came here, I wasn’t too sure about you. I admit, I can be a bit cold on newbies, especially with how many wannabes we’ve had. But you...” He stopped, and you looked at him. You were shocked to see a deep sorrow in his eyes as he gazed at the floor. “You’re so determined to make a change, (Y/N). And you always have so much optimism. I don’t know how I even found the will to fight before you joined us.” He looked at you and smiled, but this time, it was a sincere, wholehearted smile that made your heart begin pounding.

“You... you’re my reason to fight, (Y/N).”

You had reached the infirmary, and McCree had sat down on one of the beds. You looked down, too nervous to meet his eyes. “Do you... do you really mean that?”

He grabbed your hand, and you looked up at him, seeing in his eyes a sincerity that could not be denied. “Of course I mean... I get it, you think it’s the booze messin’ up my sense, but it’s not. I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, and I hate that it had to be like this, but I love you. I wanna be with you.”

Your throat tightened. It was hard to believe this was happening. You were at a loss for words, so all you could do was nod your head and smile. McCree understood what you meant, and he smiled back. He let go of your hand and laid down, but as you turned to leave, he said, “Wait.”

You turned back around and it seemed as if his melancholy had returned. He patted the empty space beside him, letting you know he wanted you with him. How could you refuse?

You laid down next to him, your faces inches away. He brushed your hair aside and kissed your forehead, and you realized how incredibly warm he felt. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, and you put your hand on your face. Both of you were lost in each other’s eyes, before his began closing, and yours, a sudden fatigue coming over you, followed suit. Soon, you were both fast asleep, dreaming together in each other’s embrace.

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Soldier: 76

“No, you’re not sleeping on the floor.” You said from the bed after the soldier settled down in a corner of the dismal motel room. 

Sure, it’s not the cushiest pad to spend the night, but it’s low-key enough to protect you two from prying eyes. You’d rather make do with a twin-sized bed than a Talon cell.

“I’ve slept in worse.” The soldier replied. His visor glowed faintly in the darkness.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

“Well you don’t have to tonight. We can both fit just fine.” You said firmly. “I’d like you be at peak performance for tomorrow’s recon mission, and sleeping on the floor doesn’t equate to that.” 

That convinced him. A “tactical necessity”. You can’t quite say to yourself that was all it was, though. 

He slipped under the covers beside you, and you felt the warm ripple of musculature on his back bump against you. No man who looks like that has any business strutting around in a skin-tight shirt, you thought. Your heart clamoured in your ribcage. You shivered, feeling the rush of crush-fuelled anxiety tingling in your veins.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

You weren’t. 

“A little.” You replied.

You felt the soldier’s body turn to face yours, and the steady weight of his arm wrapping gingerly around your torso, as if he was handling a delicate instrument. The warmth of his chest radiated onto your body, like the heat of the sun on a winter day.

“Better?”

You nodded. Your body felt electrified, and your cheeks burned so hotly that you thought they were going to burst into flames.

“A uh...” You laughed, a little nervously, “’Tactical necessity’, right?”

A kernel of silence grew in the dark room, like a blossom of ink in water. Finally, reality snapped into clarity as the soldier made his reply.

“It’s not.” 

Reyes

> He’d know you were up to something when you pulled yourself up extra early in the morning

> Considering how Reye’s day probably starts at the crack of dawn, it’s quite a feat.

> He’d still pretend not to know though 

> However, he’s genuinely surprised when you come to his bed with a tray stacked with homemade breakfast, a little cake, and a small present box. 

> He almost seems like he’s about to cry before he gives you a long kiss and nuzzles you gently. Seeing him soft and happy like this makes all the early morning cooking worth it. 

Jack Morrison

> He’d be a little more clueless about it

> [Sleepily] “Where are you going? It’s not time to wake up yet...”

> Literally has to pinch himself when you come to his bedside with his present and a big tray of his favourite foods

> “C’mon Jack scrape your jaw off the floor”

> Loves everything you make for him and practically inhales all the food you make

> Once he’s finished, he gives you a big hug and lots of little kisses

> “You’re the only present I need.”

Bonus: What are Jack Morrison’s favourite foods?

Considering that he grew up on a farm, I imagine it’s pretty easy for his s/o to guess what his favourite foods are. Just the classics - Apple pie, waffles, good ol’ over-easy eggs and bacon, stuff like that.

McCree

> I don’t imagine he knows what autism is exactly, but he knows it’s an important matter to you from the tone in your voice.

> He listens intently when you explain it, not a lot of questions but a few here and there.

> After you finish, he sweeps you up into a big hug

> “Darlin’, I wouldn’t think any less of ya even if you told me you were the Boogeyman in disguise.”

> It takes a bit of learning for him to find how to take care of you best, but I believe this cowboy will have it in the bag within a few weeks.

>It didn’t take long for this rough and tough man to fall in love with you. He’s got it bad.

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Pharah

> I imagine the way Pharah finds out is when she tries to evacuate you on a mission gone south

> She’s hit and plummeting to the ground

> Your caution about keeping your wings a secret goes straight out the window

> You swoop up and catch her in your arms

> You can’t forget the look on her face - shock, relief, and most of all the simple wide-eyed wonder of someone that has just fallen headfirst in love

Ana

> Okay but Ana would totally know that you were hiding something

> Probably the first person in the entire base to figure it out (not counting Mercy)

> You finally work up the courage to tell her, and she’s happy to accept you for who you are 

> She probably wouldn’t ask you explicitly but she’d be so happy to fly with you in your arms!

Zenyatta

> Zenyatta is super gentle! super gentle and slow

> A little oblivious about anatomy but eager to learn

> it puts you at ease when you’re with him, it’s very relaxing

> You two like to groom your wings together instead of just leaving it all up to him, and outside if the weather is nice

> it’s like a cute lil picnic for you two

Genji

> Likes to tease you a little here and there

> He’ll notice when you get bored and tickle you

> Definitely gentle tho, and gets super guilty when he accidentally yanks something

> will kiss the sore spot lots if that happens

Hanzo

> This man is meticulous

> It takes three times as long as you doing yourself, but you don’t mind

> He is super serious about it too, like is definitely careful about picking the best solvents and brushes to clean your wings

> But it’s totally worth it - once he’s through with cleaning you, it looks more perfect than the Queen’s swans, not a single speck of dirt in sight

(I think this one is one of my personal favorites of Lucio, thanks Anon!!! ^_^ Mod Firefly)

“This is Lucy Daily with today’s hottest news in the world of music. Globally Popular, (Y/N) was last seen leaving the local nightclub after what appears to be a fight had broke out. The (Y/A) was last seen last night leaving this music establishment about 20 minutes after a fight broke out. Some witnesses said that Punk Rock Musician, known for their duets with world renowned DJ and artist as well as husband, Lucio, had been involved in the fight that left one man arrested for public intoxication. A witness said that the musician had pushed a man away from a young woman after a few heated words were exchanged. The musician’s manager has not commented at this time. This is Lucy Daily, signing off.” The news reporter said but Lucio knew the truth.

They were at the club only to see him because it had been about 2 weeks since you last saw him in person. Between the concerts, recordings and trying to save the world, you both had been pretty busy and he decided to surprise them by performing at the hottest club in Dorado as a ‘Happy-3-year-anniversary’ to them when the fight started.

They were there and helping him with the music when one of the waitresses was being catcalled by some drunk idiots. Lucio knew that she could handle herself but his beloved, they were worried. He only turned his back for a moment when he heard the yelling from the drunk. The turned to see the man yelling at them to back off and go back to being a groupie, upsetting the DJ quite abit. It wasn’t until the intoxicated man pushed them that the fight started. Someone had broke up the fight, probably (Y/N) bodyguard, that the commotion was caught on by the public.

After the commotion had died down and the man was arrested, they returned to check on the woman and offered her a place on their team. To say the woman was shocked by the generous offer was an understatement. Lucio knew that (Y/N) was known for their tough look and their loud music but what people don’t see is all the good they do. They volunteer once a week at a local shelter to help pass out food and blankets to those who are homeless. Once a month, they donate quite a lot of their own money to buy books and school supplies for those that have barely anything to their name.

Lately, they have donated part of their proceeds from their own album to give back to those who were hurt during the Omnic Crisis and even donates majority of their time with planning on opening a shelter for wayward children who lost families during the Crisis. But the public knows only of how they look, not the good things that they do.

“Hey Mr. DJ, I am home!” Is shouted from the front door of their shared apartment on the Overwatch Base in Dorado and it caused him to smile. “Hey Bonita, how was the plans for the new Shelter?” He smiles as they collapse into his arms with a smile on their face. “Going great but we seem to have a problem with the sound system and we are having a problem locating some music equipment, think maybe you know someone who can help me get it going?” They say with a joking smile as he nods and hold them.

“Lucio, I am sorry that I caused a commotion at the show last night. I was just so upset that he tried to grab her like that.” They say as he holds their face in his hands. “You did what you thought was right and you brought her to a safe place. I know you want to protect everyone but you keep forgetting that you are not in this alone, you have Overwatch and I to help you.” He smiles as they hold him closer and he kisses the top of their head.

“I will issue a public apology later, for now, I just want to relax with my Master of Music.” He smiles as his nickname and holds them closer, happy that for once, everything that the news wanted to portray them as was not as close to true as the one he holds in his arms. That was more important than anything else in the world.

(So Sorry it took me this long to work on it for you Anon, been a tough time personally but that makes no excuse for what I have done!!! I hope you forgive me and I hope this up to your standards! ^_^ Mod Firefly)

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/A) -Your Age

(Y/M/N) - Your Mother’s Name

Reaper-

They were as moody as he was so this should be fun to explain to them. He knew that they were expecting him to return with the Doomfist gauntlet as it did belong to their father but when they will discover that he had returned empty handed, it is going to be as worse than the time they were hit on by a Talon agent. They left that agent to bleed to death until the medical team found them. resulting in him having to have that idiot transferred to save his sorry butt from their rage.

“Gabe!” They screamed from behind him and he just knew that he was about to get the most pitiful expression in the world. “Gabriel, I saw Amelie walk in but she didn’t greet me but I know you will. How was the heist at the museum? Did you get the gauntlet?” They asked as he sighed and prepared himself for their fury. “No (Y/N), we didn’t get the gauntlet because of the stupid British brat and that overgrown monkey.” He said and it was at that moment, they switched from excitement to rage.

“What do you mean you didn’t get it?! Reyes, that is my birthright, i deserve to have it, not that stupid museum! It was my father’s and I want it back!” They shouted and instead of what the others felt when they blew up, he blew up right back. “Oh, get off my back before I pump so much lead into you, you will be known as the person with living lead and not the child of Doomfist!” He screamed back and for a second, he saw an emotion that never really shows in them; fear.

“Gabriel, I just want my birthright back...I am tired of waiting, I have been waiting for (Y/A) to have my father’s weapon. I am not strong, fast, smart or anywhere close to perfect like the others so I just want something that can make me better.” They said in a small voice and he knew at that moment, their rage was a mask to cover their fear. He shook his head and put his hand on their head. “You really annoy me when you put yourself down, you know that. You are smarter than most of the agent here, you are quick at your own pace and I had to transfer an idiot because you beat them to a bloody pulp for catcalling you.” He says as he make them look at his masked face.

“Don’t worry, we just had a minor setback and were not calculated enough this time but I will promise you this, even if I have to make all the loose ends vanish, I will get that damned gauntlet, I hate losing and I will not fail this mission again, do you understand me?” He growls as they nod and for once in his life, he saw something that was rarely seen in their eyes; passion and understanding.

Widowmaker-

Her everything hurt and to make matters worse, she had part of her scope on her sniper destroyed by that damned gauntlet that she was sent to retrieve for the youngest member of Talon, (Y/N). They were the child of Doomfist and that gauntlet was their birthright and yet, she returned empty handed and was going to face the risk of seeing them upset.

Normally, they were emotionless and cold like she was but when it was discovered that her father’s prize weapon was on display at the Overwatch Museum, she and Reaper were personally asked to go retrieve it for them and because Reaper was out for revenge more than the success of the mission, they agreed.

She sighed as both her and Reaper walked through the door but was not greeted by them as they usually were by them, making her worry. Did they hear that the mission was a failure and were off trying to do something stupid, surely not. “I have to go report to central command, you go to the medical bay.” Reaper scowled under his mask, remembering how Amelie took the full force of the gauntlet to her body the moment that stupid child put it on, striking her down.

“I am fine, I need my scope fixed though.” She tries to argue but before he could respond, they see the innocent face of them. It's hard to believe that Doomfist and (Y/M/N) could make something so dangerous yet innocent at the same time. “Reyes, Lacroix...are you both ok?” They ask and she could see that they were more worried about how the physical outcome was rather than the just rewards they were waiting for.

“Yeah, I am fine but Widowmaker got hurt by the gauntlet and is refusing to go to the medical bay, she is more worried about her sniper.” Reaper replies before walking to the hall were the main office was. She silently cursed him and wished he would drop dead before she felt them grab her hand. “Come on, I will patch you up myself then I will personally fix your Sniper while you rest.” They encouraged as she could see the worry in their eyes. She would not resist this time.

“Fine” she replied as they lead her to the medical bay and told her to sit before starting to bandage the few cuts on her arm. “I guess you can tell the mission was rather unsuccessful?” She asked as they nodded but smiled gently at her. “I heard and it's ok, I understand that you were lead into a trap yourself. I know you will get them next time.” They smiled as she remembered the words she always say. “That’s right, because the spider always get her prey.”

(I will write so much fluff, you will taste marshmallows for a month!!!! It will start sad but I will make sure to end it on a sweet note, just for you! ^_^ Mod Firefly)

Silence...That's what was happening between them and Hanzo as he does not realize that it was killing them because all they wanted to do was help him after he was caught crying by them at about 2 am. “My love, you should return to bed.” He instructs as he hold his box in his hand with an intent to go practice. They shook their head and looked at him. The anniversary of Genji’s ‘Death’ was around the corner and it was killing him to relive the memories.

“Dearest, please return to bed, you are tired that you can barely stand so you are in no condition to even nock the quiver to the string.” They explain as he shakes his head and goes to continue training, leaving them alone and hopes that maybe he can open up finally and won't keep shutting them out. He wishes that he would return to his usual serious self and not this person they wished he was not. That is when an idea came into their mind and went to set their plan in motion.

He returned a few hours later and was surprised by the sight before him. They had been asleep at the table with a box in front of them along with several pieces of crumpled paper. They were looking through a box of memories that Hanzo thought was hidden before he saw that it was that of the ones from Genji. He silently cursed his brother but something caught his eye before walking towards them and among them was a note addressed to him. Cautiously, he took the note and read it while preparing him some tea.

Dearest Hanzo,

I know how hard this time is for you but you do not realize that it is a hard time for me as well. I have been with you for the past 2 years and I have stood by you without so much as a peep when you are upset but tonight, when you left me alone in the training room, I felt my heart shatter far worse than I have in the 2 years together but I am keeping to my promise, I will never leave you.

I know that Genji was your brother and that you still blame yourself for that but you were under the rule of your own clan and I know how strong you were appear. I stood by your side and I am not leaving now. Genji is here, he has forgiven you but you refuse to forgive yourself which makes me feel like I am failing as your partner.

Genji told me that you used to look forward to my visits when I was at another base but now, I come home to the man who I love drinking his pain and memories away instead of talking to me. I want to share your pain because it is not right that you take mine and hold that in while you harbor yours.

Do you remember our first fight? The day I accidently spilled your tea and ruined a kimono that Genji got you. You told me to get out and never come back but do you remember what I did next? I apologized, fixed my mistake and stayed by your side. I will fight for our love but Hanzo, why do I feel like this love is becoming a burden to you? Is it because the pain is better than me?

Hanzo, I will change, I will be a better partner and I will become more submissive if that means I get to keep you and not see you like this. Hanzo, I love you and I will never stop loving you.

Please, don’t let me go...I love you

(Y/N)

He looked at their sleeping form to see that there were tears that were drying from crying and that broke his heart. Yes, he had focused on himself and did not see how much he was hurting his beloved. He was trying to punish himself but ended up punishing the love of his life in the end when he walked out on them, causing him to be no better than what he thought. But it was the last little paragraph that broke him.

They were willing to change, to become something they are not because they loved him. He did not want them to change. He loved how they laughed at how he would show up the others during training. He loved how they would prepare his tea just like he enjoys it. He enjoyed meditating with them after a long day and somehow, they both hold hands. He wanted nothing more now than to kiss them, tell them that he is sorry and that he loves them.

“H-Hanzo?” A soft voice says as they wake up from beside him and suddenly they rush to him, wiping his eyes and asking what is the problem. He did not realize he was crying and it was in that moment, he grabbed them in a hug, apologizing for hurting them and telling them to never change.

“Hanzo, can we please go to bed and talk about this after a few hours of sleep?” They said as a slight yawn comes from their lips and he chuckles softly and holds them close, telling them that it was perfect and that they could talk during breakfast tomorrow after meditation. They smiled and lead them to bed, holding him close and finally falling back to sleep as he held them close in his arms.

He has made mistakes in the past, some mistakes he still is trying to find redemption for but when it comes to them, he will move the sun, the stars and the moon if they would stay in his life. They were what will keep him sane and keep him being himself. He wanted nothing more than to keep them happy and know that they are loved.  “I love you Hanzo” was mumbled from inside his arms as he smiled and he knew that with those words, they would never leave.

“I love you too, my beautiful love...sleep sweetly for me.”

For the first time in 10 years...his heart can finally feel some bit of peace.

(Ahhh, I need this too much!!! I am a horrible person when it comes to McCree Fluff! And Thank you for helping me come back to the ‘Bad side’ of the tracks because I have been reading some other things so I needed to come back home. Enjoy ^_^ Mod Firefly)

2 Damn days...2 Damn days of barely any sleep and was starting to show it seems so you were hating yourself because usually, you could handle anything but not having him by your side, it made things hard. Stupid Soldier for sending him to Hollywood when it was already a hard time sleeping and seeing how he just got back and was beyond exhausted, you let him sleep as you got out of bed, going to the bathroom to think for a few minutes.

Angela offered to give you sleeping pills but you were a stubborn one, you didn’t want to take pills to sleep, you wanted to sleep to the heat of his chest and the smell of his cigar and whiskey by you. You left the bathroom and he was still snoring, earning a soft chuckle as you go to the living room and turn on a movie to help you feel sleepy. It was some children’s movie about a talking snowman and a woman who can make ice come from her hands, making me think of Mei.

“Darlin?” a voice is heard from behind you as you turn and look at him before biting your lip. He was in just his boxers and had appeared to have just woke up. “Darlin, it's 3 in the damn mornin’ come back to bed.” He urges as they shake their head. “Sorry, can’t seem to sleep lately, you go back to bed.” you urge as he comes and sits by you before pulling you close. “Insomnia kicking you around again?” He asks as you nod and he smiles, taking your hand in his before kissing it gently. “Wait here darlin.” he warns as he gets up, leaving them alone to watch the children’s movie.

5 minutes pass as Jesse comes in with blankets, some kind of mug that had the most delicious smelling liquid inside of it and what looks like some lotion, making your eyebrows raise slightly. “Here, drink this while it is still hot and give me your feet.” He urges as you are confused before he takes them in his hands, rubbing the lotion on your feet as you drink the most delicious hot chocolate in the world. “Why are you spoiling me?” You ask as he smiles and kisses your knee, causing a blush to appear.

“You call it spoilin’...I call it pamperin’. Besides, this should make up for me leaving so much, hopefully.” He says with a hint of guilt in his eyes but you know that this cowboy has work more pressing than being here for you when you are having a bad day or not able to sleep during the night. “Jes, I understand, you don’t have to do this to make me understand. You have work and so do I.” You smile as he kisses your knees again and smiles his signature smile at you. “I am doing this to help you sleep...I can’t sleep well without you beside me.” He says as you realize that he was staying awake because you could not sleep.

“Did you finish your hot chocolate?” He asks as you nod and he takes the cup before settling in beside you, holding you and that's when you started to feel sleepy. “Jes, thank you.” You mumble as he smiles and kisses your head. “Shh and sleep, sweetpea. I love you.” He says as he starts to hum something along the lines of a lullaby but before sleep finally took you into its embrace, you managed to make that man smile once more.

“I love you too Jesse...Thank you again.”