SYNOPSIS - Wick x gn Reader, but you're his assistant + hurt/comfort

"I think it's time you got some rest, Mr. Sable."

"What? Rubbish. It's only three - I've still got a few hours of juice left in me before I clock in for the evening."

"...If by juice you mean coffee and spirits, Mr. Sable. But it's three at night - not three in the afternoon."

That got Wick to look up. His poised expression quickly fell into a gloomy one, and he sighed, dragging his paw across his face in a way that really emphasized the woe.

"Oh. Right." He mumbled, glancing at the drawn curtains. "Have these been open at all today? They, uh, really throw off my sense of timing..."

You forced down an objection.
But really, what kind of a lie was that?

Sedgewick had been worrying you all day - hell, he'd been worrying you all week. As his assistant, it was your job to make sure he was a well-oiled machine, and to make sure all of his needs were taken care of. He showed you more kindness than was called for; he took you out to dinner when you'd had a shit day; he drove you home when you asked him. He was a sweet guy, despite his alcoholic workaholic nature. He was someone you'd really come to care for, even more than what was deemed work appropriate (not that you'd ever let Wick know).

That's why, when he'd shut you out both physically and mentally, it had come as such a surprise. While he was one to chain himself to the desk chair, figuratively speaking, he'd never gone to the lengths of locking himself inside his office for hours at a time, often without food or water. He'd mentioned something about a stressful deadline - but you'd never anticipated this much of an impact.

So when you thrust a blind fold into Sedgewick's hands, you really meant it.

Wick looked at it, confused. "Y/N, what do you suggest I do with this... strip of cloth."

"I don't care what it takes." You said sternly, automatically cleaning up the mess of balled-up paper and cups (most still half-full) littering the room, "you need some sleep, and if using this to block out the light helps at all then so help me you are doing it." You sighed, pausing your busying. "It's painful seeing you torture yourself like this, Mr. Sable. You know I care about you, don't you? So please, if not for any other reason, retire to your sleeping quarters for me."

Sedgewick watched you. His gaze softened. "You can call we Wick, Y/N."

"I thought that was reserved for close friends, Mr. Sable." You said.

"And that's exactly why you can use it."

You blushed, clearing your throat and absorbing yourself back into cleaning. "The lack of shut-eye has made you tender, Mr. Sable. I'll brew you some tea-" Before Wick could even begin to request for alcohol, you cut him off with a paw to his lips, "And get you settled into bed. Does that sound alright?"

"That'd be ever so kind of you." said Wick, a soft smile etched onto his face.

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After having to chase Sedgewick several times as he made for the wine cellar, you finally got him settled and ready for bed (it'd been a much harder task than expected - Wick was far too good at slipping out of your grasp). Going home seemed out of the question now, so you settled on caring for Sedgewick how ever you could.

He was sat up on his mattress, hunched over his tea cup. He looked utterly exhausted. Ever line on his troubled face seemed stark and miserable. It made your heart ache.

"Thank you - for all of this." He said, taking a tentative sip, "I really do take you for granted. You... you mean more to me than you realise. I don't think I'll ever tell you that, though." Wick appeared to be utterly oblivious of his mouth moving at all. To save him from saying more than he meant, and to save you from a pounding heart, you hastily dimmed the lights and coaxed Wick under the covers.

"It's been a tough day." You soothed, gingerly taking the tea and placing it on his bedside table. "There's no need to ruin yourself over your work, no matter how much it presses you. It's my job to worry - not yours." Sighing, you admired Sedgewick, his features relaxed, his eyelids butterflying as he tried to keep conscious.

He smiled a little and his eyes finally drifted shut. "You are brilliant. I would kiss you... if you let me. I would have done it a hundred times over."

Your mouth parted in surprise. A blush was painting your cheeks now, searing your face. The intimacy of Wick's current state, the closeness, the gentle words...

You placed a soft kiss on Wick's forehead. He purred, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

"All you have to do is ask, Mr. Sable." You stroked Sedgewick's face, turned off the lights, and closed the door shut.

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A/N also a pretty short one, but GOD did I like writing it! Sedgewick is one of my most beloved boys, after all.

Also, I found THIS:

Im personally unsure of whether I ship it or not, but it was too cute not to include. Full credit to the amazing artist who drew this xx