Can I request for Hank Voight with a male reader? Where Voight has kept their relationship hidden for safety reasons but the team finds out about it anyway?
SECRETS- Hank Voight x male!reader
Pairing: Hank Voight x male!reader
Summary - Hank Voight has kept his relationship with Y/N a secret to protect him from the dangers that seem to follow Hank wherever he goes. He soon finds out he isn't such a good secret keeper when it comes to his team.
Y/L/N: your last name, Y/F/S: your favourite show. Oh also Alvin Olinsky is still alive in this, I just love him too much.
The sun rose through the curtains and lit up the room. Y/N turned over in bed, but where he expected a warm body to cuddle up to, he only found the warm sheets, a sign Hank wasn’t long gone. The next thing Y/N noticed was the pleasant aroma of hot coffee filling the air. Y/N got out of bed, following the delicious coffee smells into the kitchen, where Hank stood at the counter pouring two cups of coffee. Y/N wrapped his arms around Hank’s waist and leant close, peeking over his shoulder, watching as the black liquid settled into the mugs, the steam rising from them.
“Hi sleepyhead. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Y/N shook his head no. Hank turned around, handing one mug out to his lover. “Well, Chicago never stops.” Y/N pouted slightly, puppy dog eyes pleading for Hank to stay home today. “I know, babe, but Antonio called me, they’ve found a lead.” Y/N smiled slightly.
“I know, just come back to me in one piece.” Hank wished he could tell his team about Y/N. The reason he got up every day. The reason for his smile. The reason for the slight pep in his step that he tried to hide when he was at work - it was such an unusual sight for him, it would be bound to draw questions. He wanted to tell his team about Y/N - no, maybe that was selfish. Okay, it was selfish. No maybe about it. He wanted to tell his team about Y/N so he could show his absolutely perfectly imperfect, adorable, tender-hearted lover off. After Camille and Justin, he never thought he would find love again, and now that he had, he wanted so bad to scream it from the rooftops. But the rational side of him reminded him how dangerous that could be. The more people who knew of his relationship with Y/N, the more danger he put Y/N in. Criminals would use his relationship as a leverage, homing in on the one remaining weakness in Hank’s heart. His superiors would use it to ensure he did what they wanted - it was almost guaranteed given how messed up the policing system was in Chicago.
With a hug and a kiss, and a promise of being safe and coming home ‘in one piece’, Hank was out the door.
The day passed slowly for Y/N – the big boss-man having sent all the employees home for the week (who knows why, the man was eccentric; anyway, it’s not like Y/N was going to complain about having a week doing nothing, all the while still being paid – it just seemed like a win-win). Lunchtime rolled round, and Y/N decided to head up to the 21st district to find Hank – see if he wanted to have an impromptu lunch date at the diner on the corner – the new one with those to-die-for bacon cheeseburgers.
But when Y/N walked in and went to the desk, where he recognised Sergeant Trudy Platt – many a time had Hank talked about his team, Y/N was confident he could name all of them without ever having seen them. “I’m here to see Sergeant Hank Voight. Could you point me in the direction?” “Who’s asking?” Y/N was taken back a bit by the harshness, attempting to brush it off as a bad day on the sergeants part. “Y/N Y/L/N.” “He expecting you?” “Oh, ummm.. no.” The sergeant picked up a phone set behind the desk. “Dawson, there’s a Y/N Y/L/N down here saying he wants to see Voight. Sort it out.” Y/N was shocked. Maybe confused was a better word. He thought Hank would have said something by now about their relationship to his colleagues. Sure, he hadn’t actually met the team – he wasn’t expecting them to recognise him – but at least they would know the name. ‘Oh yes, Hank told me about you.’ ‘He never shuts up about you.’ Okay maybe not ‘Hank’, it seems he goes by ‘Voight’ at work.
By the time Y/N was upstairs, waiting in Hank’s office with the promise he would be back shortly from an errand, he was even more confused.
Hank walked across the bullpen into his office, urgency in his stride, shutting the door behind him with a short bang, turning to Y/N. “Are you okay? What happened? Did you get hurt? Oh god, why did I let this happen….” So this is what panicked Hank looked like – something of a new vista for Y/N.
“What? No, I’m not hurt, nothing happened. I was just bored at home, so I thought I would come see if you wanted to get lunch together. We’ve yet to try the apple pie at that new diner on the corner.”
“Oh thank god.” Hank knelt down to the floor in front of Y/N, who sat comfortably on the couch, growing more and more befuddled. “Text me next time. Or call; I’ll try to answer. I was so worried.” And now he cradled Y/N’s face in his large, calloused hands, stroking a thumb against the smooth skin of his lover’s face. “Don’t do that to me ever again.” He lent in and placed a kiss on Y/N’s forehead, before looking longingly into his eyes.
Of course, it was in this moment of love being shared between two men who arguably deserved it the most, Ruzek came into the small office (no knock, it’s Ruzek, what do you expect!). “Boss, we’ve got another lead.” Just as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared again.
“You good?!” Y/N giggled at Hank’s exclamative.
“Now they know. Ruzek never keeps things to himself for long.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to one side in a visible confusion. “I hadn’t told them. I wanted to keep you safe. Chicago isn’t a good place – yes there’s criminals, but the system is probably the most messed up thing about this damned city. I thought the less people who know about us, the less danger I put you in.”
“Oh, you stupid man!” Only a small insult said with immense love and adoration. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to that date. I love you and I don’t care if that means there may be a bit of danger.” Hank smiled. “Come on, get out there. They’ve got a lead and they need their boss to help save the day. We can just put a rain check on lunch.” Y/N ushered Hank out into the bullpen, before leaving back down the stairs to leave the 21st district and go back home; a cosy afternoon on the couch with Y/F/S waiting.
“So, the bloods came back on our John Doe – “ Halstead attempted to brief the team and Voight on their findings so far when Voight interrupted.
Ruzek spoke. “That you like Y/N, that you guys are finally dating or that he moved in with you?”
“You really think you could keep that from me?” Al chimed in.
Hank sighed and waved for Halstead to continue his brief.
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