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[not-olsbear]

the boys are here! @toastedtwink

[trxnquilite-blog]

@toasted-twink ◌ continued from (x)

     He wasn’t going to force Jamison to take his hands away. This had been a pretty big step for him and if he felt comfortable with it, then Zenyatta had no reason to complain. It wasn’t an inconvenience or awkward to the omnic, anyway.      Zenyatta tilted his head ever so slightly. ‘I am afraid that I cannot. My body automatically regulates its temperature - it would not be wise to alter that.’      If he was too hot or to cold for Jamison, then he could very easily take his hands away again.

[trxnquilite-blog]

“You’re so cold to the touch.”

beep boop ◌ accepting◌ @toasted-twink

     His sensors indicated that it was quite cold, at least for a human (or at least one that would be accustomed to heat over freezing temperatures); Zenyatta had been created to withstand the cool, and was barely fazed by the temperature.     The monk couldn’t understand what he was trying to get out of putting his hands on him - a personal heater, perhaps? Some electronics did have the tendency to heat up, after all.     ‘I apologise if I have caused an inconvenience.’

[mlml]

My order arrived! Thanks, @toastedtwink!!!

Everything’s gorgeous! 😍😍😍💛💚💙💜 Sweet, simple, buffy, fluffy and lovely~

[acaranna]

Okay, so this is for my dear @toastedtwink! Happy Birthday! It’s shorter than I would have thought but it just felt right to end it there. I would not be opposed to writing more in this verse but we shall see. This is also a part of my birthday calendar!

Pale sunlight streams through the half-opened blinds of the hotel room and a gentle breeze pushes the long white curtains into the room. The sound of waves crashing against the shore grows a little louder each time the curtains move only to quiet again when they fall back.

Jesse wakes when a particularly strong gust of wind rushes across his skin. He shivers and the little hairs on his body stand up. But instead of reaching for the blanket that sits at his waist he simply pulls the warm body in front of him closer against his chest. Quiet grumbling answers him but Hanzo only pulls his arm tighter around himself and interlaces their fingers once again. He doesn’t seem to care that the metal of his prosthetic cooled down during the night.

“Mornin’ Darlin’,” Jesse smiles tiredly and presses small kisses onto Hanzo’s shoulder. His muscles tenses when he refuses to let go of the man in front of him. He knows that he needs to get up and stretch out his limbs but that can wait for another few hours. For now he wants nothing more than to enjoy waking up with the love of his life wrapped in his arms.

“You are a silly man, Jesse,” Hanzo huffs but his smile is audible. Jesse grins, the words had been unintentional but that doesn’t make them any less true. He trails the tip of his nose over the edge of the dragon tattoo, his lips following the same path a moment later. Another gust of wind makes Hanzo sigh before a slow shudder shakes his body.

“Maybe,” Jesse replies, trailing his fingers over Hanzo’s chest. “But I’m yer silly man.”

As if to prove his point, Jesse wriggles his right arm beneath Hanzo’s head and lifts it up in front of their faces. The ring on his finger glitters beautifully in the pale morning light. Hanzo’s hand joins his and the sight of both rings, shimmering silvery, makes Jesse’s heart skip a beat and the realisation hits him once again.

This man, this wonderful, beautiful man in front of him, this talented, witty angel, truly married him the day before. Jesse feels like he is still dreaming but another glance at their rings makes him press his lips against Hanzo’s shoulder once again.

The air leaves his lungs in a sudden rush when it finally sinks in - he is not alone anymore. Even during their time dating a vicious little voice kept teasing him that this was only temporary. That Hanzo would eventually leave him, like everyone else did.

Jesse knows that those rings are no guarantee for a successful marriage. Yet the hope, that sparked in his heart after Hanzo had agreed to go out with him, continued to grow until it had set flame to his whole body. There is no guarantee for their happy ever after, but Jesse knows that he will do whatever it takes to make sure that they will at least have a solid chance for it.

“Jesse?” Hanzo’s voice, still quiet and sleepy, pulls him from his thoughts. “Are you alright?”

He turns the simple press into another series of small kisses while his right hand catches Hanzo’s and wraps those arms around him as well. Their legs are tangled up beneath the covers.

“Never been better, Darlin’,” Jesse breathes, voice rough but gentle. He doesn’t resist when Hanzo turns in his arms to look at him. For a few long moments Hanzo searches his face, eyes awake and as sharp as ever. Jesse just waits. He knows that he doesn’t have to hide anything from his … husband.

The thought makes his heart skip yet another beat. It must have shown on his face as well because Hanzo’s concentrated expression softens until a sweet smile appears on his lips.

“I love you, Jesse McCree,” Hanzo whispers.

“Shimada-McCree, Darlin’,” Jesse grins.