#(relationships; hanzo)

[c1trvswurld]

Saw a tt from a girl where she was venting and she said "Just because you laid up in bed with him, until the sun came up, talking all night kissing on each other, doesnt mean he likes you even in the slightes bit" and I think that's so yeehan coded

[dawnthefox24]

*Genji trying to convince every Overwatch agent to let hanzo join, but knows that they don't trust him* Mercy: Look Genji we understand he's your brother and all but- Genji:*cuts her off and looks at Cole*Come on guys please! Look Cole, when did I ever ask you for anything!? Cole:*has his arms crossed as he sighs* Yesterday you said “Cole please take me to see an old western showdown, it's a Broadway smash!” Genji:*grabs his scrape *Please let my brother join!please,please,please,please,please,please!!!! Cole:*pushes Genji off of him for a bit* DAMMIT FINE OKAY!!! HE CAN JOIN Genji:*lets go of his scrape and gets up happily* YES! THANK YOU COLE!!! Cole:*pinches the bridge of his nose*...Why did I say yes? Mercy:...Cole... Cole:*groans a bit* I know,I know...I start the paper works and everything... Mercy:...Lets hope he doesn't hurt Genji like last time... Cole: Yup.... *When Hanzo joins Overwatch* Cole:*has his arms wrapped around Hanzo holding him protectively glaring at anyone who looks at him wrong* Hanzo:*is reading a report* Can you please let me go... Cole:...No... Mercy:*looks at Genji quiet mad* SO you haven't told me that Hanzo has problems with his mental health!? Genji:*throws his hands up in the air*WH-You guys hated him when you first met him!! Mercy: That was before he tried to do something so stupid Genji!! I'm not going to let my own Brother-in-Law hurt himself anymore Genji: BROTHER-IN-LAW!? ANGELA WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? Mercy:*points aggressively at Cole and Hanzo*Cole and Hanzo fancy each other!! Genji:*groans*I WISH YOU GUYS WOULD GO BACK TO HATING HIM!!

[mikka-minns]

Kenshi, about hanzo's kunai: whats that?

Kuai: a promise

What the writters probably meant : scorpion and sub zero had some kind of deal and as we will see, the kunai is a tool for summoning scorpion

What it sounded like : "i miss my husband, kenshi. I miss him a lot. Now eat the soup."

And you cant tell me kenshi didnt think of that either. Like-?!

[wishingly-mesh]

the duality of Takeda doodles :)

[brownfrogs]

Guardian of Dreams

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Cole aims at a training bot and misses by a mile. He aims at another and somehow misses even more. He grunts out in frustration.

“Come on, Cassidy.” He berates himself. He takes a deep breath. 

He lowers his gun. His vision turns everything sepia as he focuses on only what is in front of him. The sound of a ticking clock fills his ears. The training bots on their programmed path turn into moving skulls. Imminent death upon those who dare gaze back at his Deadeye.

“It's….past your bedtime.” Cole deflates as he fans the hammer.

He kills none as they all managed to get to cover at the last moment.

“That’s it. I’m retiring.” Cole rubs his eyes in exhaustion. He leans against a wall. He would like to be in bed, but that’s not happening any time soon.

With his mind distracted, he doesn’t pick up on the other occupant in the training range. 

So, Cole is horribly startled by the Hanzo shaped shadow that drops beside him. 

“Jesus H. Christ! Warn a man before you do that.” He clutches his chest and exhales shakily. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“It does say my name on the training schedule if you had bothered to look.” Hanzo says coolly as he fixes his clothing from the landing. “I will say, not one of your better performances.” 

“Gee, thanks.” Cole huffs, slightly embarrassed Hanzo saw all of that.

“Something must actually be bothering you to make your aim that sloppy.” Hanzo tilts his head and gazes at him in that intense way that he does. 

“Yeah, well…” Cole’s mind flashes back to screaming awake and making sure his body was indeed intact and not actually being tortured to death by a certain Talon member. 

“’S nothing. Just a nightmare.” He shrugs, doing his best to appear nonchalant.

Hanzo scrutinizes him for a moment then looks down, his face scrunched in thought. 

He looks at Cole again, “Hold out your hand.”

Cole, without hesitation, holds it out. “What for?”

Hanzo reaches into his waist satchel. He pulls something out without showing it to Cole and places it into his palm with a careful precision.

“Maybe this will calm your mind.” Hanzo says, relinquishing his own hand.

 Cole bewilderedly looks at the object. Upon closer inspection, he realizes it is a wooden sculpture. In the shape of a…wolf. Carved carefully are the details of eyes, a nose and a few tufts of fur. There is kanji written along the shoulder of it. 

“Where’d you get this?” Cole asks sincerely.

“I carved it. With my hands.” Hanzo clears his throat, looking somewhat embarrassed at himself. “I did so, when I had a streak of night terrors a few months back.” 

He gestures toward the sculpture, “I placed it near my bed and the night terrors stopped. Maybe it will bring the same peace to you.” 

“Oh.” Cole says humbly. “Thank you.” 

“Do not tell anyone about this.” Hanzo leans forward as he threatens him in a serious tone. “I do not desire the others asking me for one.”

“No, no, I get you.” Cole nods not wanting to draw his ire. “Lips are sealed.” He mimics zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

“Good.” Hanzo sighs in relief. “My session is up. The range is yours.” He saunters out of the training area with his archer gear on his back. “Good night, Cole.”

“Night, Hanzo.” Cole watches him as he disappears into the shadows.

He looks at the wolf one more time before tucking it into his shirt’s pocket. He smiles crookedly as he pats it secure before reloading Peacekeeper and going for another round.

[mrstsung]

Look mk shipping discourse ahead

So warning ya before you kontinue. These are just my opinions. Plz dont take them so to heart ok?

Cw: vent,discourse

If yall gonna actually do subscorp.....

Bi-han and hanzo have more sexual tension than kaui ever fucking did but y'all aint ready for that conversation. ☕ *sips coffee*

Kuai and hanzo had misunderstandings and genuine friendship. Could it be something more. Sure but it doesn't need to be to be interesting or even wholesome.

Meanwhile bi-han og subzero and hanzo had this love hatefuck in their eyes. Good fucking god like y'all be shipping the wrong subzero brother.

But y'all just only like kaui cuz he's the quote unquote "nicer" brother. Meanwhile what actually happened could male for better and classic AND REAL ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE. i mean it's right fucking there. Kuai and hanzo were never enemies. Let alone friends till waaaaaaaaay later. And even then....they had better things to do than each other. Sorry not sorry. Kaui and hanzo were just damn to platonic to me. Meanwhile bi-han and hanzo be like "bitch" "bitch" and then internally probably all like "💖🔥🔪"

And hanzo and kaui couldn't work because of that tension hanzo has with bi-han. Mostly on bi-hans half than hanzo. Cuz y'all conveniently forget. Hanzo killed bi-han over a misunderstanding,yeah a mofo dont just forget that. You'd be pissed too if you were wrongfully killed over something you didn't do by a ninja from a rival clan. Like bruh.

You can't have this ship without complications and problems.

So you either fix that. Or do the smart thing and ship KUAI LIANG WITH TOMAS VERBADA AKA SMOKE. BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY ARE FROM THE SAME FUCKING CLAN AND HAVE WAY MORE IN COMMON AND HAVE ACTUALLY LIVED AND BEEN AROUND EACH OTHER!!! ffs.

Hanzo hasashi has not shown in canon anything to kuai than just mutual respect.

Kuai maybe but i dunno. I feel people reach so much with this ship it's like do we even play the same game?

Meanwhile the fucking "bitch fest" bi-han and hanzo have is on another lvl. Granted all this hate is still misplaced and quan chi is the real problem. But ya know.

If you're gonna ship a subzero with hanzo. Bi-han subzero makes more sense.

Tho i personally don't ship hanzo with any subzero ever. (I either self ship or have him just be dad ninja)

And i ship kuai liang subzero with tomas and bi-han with sareena (and self ship with either on occasion)

Either way the point is. Y'all be going about these characters and their dynamics so wrong. And i feel people just want different characters than what is actually happening. Like go make an oc at that point. It's different when they dont have certain dynamics shown and aspects. (Most mk villains dont because they are treated majority of the time as guys to beat up. So they aren't like sub and scorp. Which is shown.....everywhere,all the time,and takes up a majority of the plot. So we know all there is about yellow n blue ninja clans. Even then it doesn't go into that much detail but still we get more insight with them than any other character. Even liu kang and kung lao don't have as much as the two posterboys of mk. Which sucks)

Shipping aside. It sucks that both subzeros(kuai and bi-han) and scorpion(hanzo) get so grossly misinterpreted by fans. And think that everything is hunky dory peaches and roses. When it really isn't. While neither clan after a certain point is warring or fighting each other. There still is tension. Simply because of years,decades even of the mess left behind. Hanzo has to rebuild from the ground up. And kuai has to repair and restore the lin kuei to what it used to be but better and more equal. And less....robotic. lol. There was still a lot of work. Not to mention if noob became bi-han subzero again,somehow. That would add even more awkward tension(good storytelling tho) because bi-han while maybe he could forgive hanzo,he could never be friends truly. And if you guys ship kuai and hanzo. I dont think kuai would feel comfortable with having his only damn brother he's worked so hard to bring back and rekindle his family with just so he cpuld get some dick. Im sorry,relationships dont work that way. Hanzo and kaui are family oriented,and if one or more of parties involved are not on equal playing field or cares for the other. It's a no go.

What im trying to say is the dynamic is not healthy,long lasting,or even worth it. There is not any good chemistry.

Until bi-han and hanzo in canon make amends. Only then could you MAYBE. JUST MAYBE. Make that work.

But again shipping aside.

Tomas/smoke and kuai liang subzero. Works better. Because they not only like i said are from the same clan,grew up together. Bi-han more likely than not. Would understand tomas and actually be pretty cool with him.

Like I'm just saying people.

If you want kuai liang to be with a pyromancer fire dude so damn bad.

But Thank you for koming to my ted talk.

MAKE A FUCKING OC!

Maybe this is just me tho.

[scalproie]

Subscorp heads this is how we can still win

WE ARE SO BACK

[blank-17]

Skyler- Alright bro! I just got payed. I can put my dick in a panini press!😆

Hanzo- 😐

Hanzo- We just got in the car, are you ok?

☝🏽The idea to make this post

I wanted to show more of my oc but I’m afraid of exposing to much. I also wanted to make a comic with her and her background I hope to do that soon but I have no clue how to draw and shit so���🏽‍♀️

[riken-leather-co]

Bapzo Whumptober 2022| I decided to try and play catch up with whumptober by combining a few prompts | Day 1 & 2: “How many fingers am I holding up?” And Aftermath of Failure | TW: Panic Attacks

Hanzo had been making leaps and bounds during his hunt for redemption. At least, that’s what others had been leading him to believe. Specifically his brother and one or two other members of Overwatch. He didn’t believe them. But, he’d kept his mouth shut and let them assure him as they wanted to. The ten years of isolation had barely made a dent in the list of wrongs he’d committed. Maybe another ten wouldn’t as well. Joining Overwatch - even against his will, and at his brother's insistence - felt like a step in the right direction. And, though it took some time to speak to anyone other than his brother with his own free will, he’d found himself fond of Baptiste. Hanzo was not privy to the man's backstory. But, the man had been quick to assure Hanzo that he was not the only one trying to redeem themselves.

“It is not easy,” he’d said, laying a heavy hand on Hanzo’s shoulder. “To try and come to terms with your choices.”

Hanzo paid little mind to the hand on his shoulder, though he usually detested being touched. Instead, he watched the man’s eyes closely. The deep, hardened look to them that remained even as an easy smile graced his face. Laugh lines in the corners of his eyes along with a small scar along his cheek. His eyes drifted along his arm and then to his scarred hand. Yes, this was a man that knew war, like the rest of them.

“It is even harder to right those wrongs.” Baptiste squeezed Hanzo’s shoulder and left it at that.

Later, he’d learned from Genji who’d heard it from Cassidy, that Baptiste used to be a part of Talon. That was all Hanzo needed to know, to understand.

Yes, he’d been making leaps and bounds. His brother and Baptiste continued to make sure he knew so. However, that did not mean that Hanzo was not his father’s son. Hanzo was prideful, emotions were a struggle, mistakes weren’t allowed, and failure was taken roughly. There should have been no issues with the mission - there should’ve been no room for slip ups. And, yet, somehow Hanzo had managed it. It’d been him, Baptiste, Winston, his brother, and Tracer. Hanzo’s job was what it’d always been - providing cover fire while ensuring the coast was clear for them to proceed. There’d been a few hiccups, nothing dire. Genji and Baptiste had cracked a few jokes over comms. He chided them both, but felt his muscles relax minutely as he listened to them both.

In fact, he’d opened his mouth, prepared to joke back - even knowing it likely wouldn’t land. It’d been his first mistake - allowing himself any sort of relaxation. An enemy had snuck up on him, resulting in a struggle. Of course, the team had heard him over comms and despite his grunted assurance that he had it under control, his brother had said he was on the way. Hanzo paid it little mind. After dispersing the first agent, he’d quickly found himself in a tussle with another. He was irritated. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Hanzo rolled away from the agent, loaded an arrow, and fired a shot just as a flicker of light drew his gaze for a split second. But, that’s all that was needed.

The arrow missed his intended target. Instead, he watched as the arrow embedded itself into his brother - right behind the agent. His brother, who was only a cyborg, and very much still had human parts to him. Hanzo remained in the position he’d been in when he’d fired. Knelt on one leg, bow raised, and fingers poised close to his quiver to draw yet another arrow. The agent fell to the ground after Genji dealt with him. Genji was speaking, Hanzo knew this, though it sounded like his head was dumped under water. He blinked slowly and watched Genji pull the arrow out his shoulder and toss it aside like it was nothing. For a second, he saw the bloody and battered face of Genji from ten years ago.

“Aniki?” Concern colored Genji’s voice despite being the one that'd gotten shot. Hanzo blinked again, seeing him hovering nearby, a hand held out to him. “Are you alr-”

“I’m fine.” Hanzo snapped. He rose to his feet himself and ignored his brother's hand. “I told you I had it handled.”

“Sure you did.” If Genji noticed Hanzo’s lapse in response and change in attitude, he let it drop. “Let’s join the others. It didn’t hit deep but your arrows still hurt, you know? You didn’t do that on purpose did you?”

A joke, obviously, judging by Genji’s mechanical laugh as he turned away. Hanzo was glad he’d turned away. It made it easier to pretend his fingers weren’t shaking as he grasped his bow in a sweaty grip. The others didn’t make much of a fuss once Genji explained what happened. Hanzo took his seat on the Orca as far from the others as he could. He didn’t notice Baptiste’s concerned glances sent his way as he’d checked on Genji’s shoulder.

No, he was more focused on internally arguing himself down to notice that, or the state of his own body. It was hard to recognize the oncoming signs of a panic attack when you deemed yourself above them. Instead he kept seeing the playback of that night ten years ago when he’d faced his brother, sword in hand. He tried talking himself out of it, disputing details of that night against the current day. ‘It was raining that night’ he’d thought, then quickly tried to conjure up the sunny day he’s sure he’d just seen but found himself unable to. ‘Only Genji’s shoulder was injured by the arrow’ he tried to rationalize, but recalled the blood that covered Genji nonetheless. No matter what he did, he was still there.

It was hot on the Orca, he thought vaguely. He could feel his body wracked with chills and the sweat dripped down the side of his neck. The rock of the airship had him nauseous, and his chest tight from the altitude. It was hard to breathe.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Hanzo.” It was the third call that slowly roused his attention. The Orca was empty (had they landed?) and Baptiste was knelt in front him with a pinched expression. “You with me?”

It dawned on Hanzo, hazily, that he’d bent over at some point. He held his bow with a tight grip and he struggled to draw in air. Like his throat was swollen, and his mind in the air. All was quiet except for the blood pounding in his ears.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?” Hanzo jerkily nodded his head. He watched, like a spectator, as Baptiste carefully pried Hanzo’s hands off his bow and set it aside. Baptiste allowed Hanzo to grip his hands instead.

“Do you know where you are?”

‘The Orca’, Hanzo’s brain helpfully supplied. Quickly replaced by ‘Home’. He shook his head.

“The Orca. We just landed,” Baptiste said. He kept his tone low and even, holding Hanzo’s gaze the entire time. “Genji -”

Hanzo’s breath hitched and the corners of his vision darkened. Baptiste removed one of his hands and squeezed the one he still held. “Genji is okay. You’re not back in Japan.”

Baptiste placed Hanzo’s hand on his chest and gave him a gentle smile, “Try and follow my breathing, okay?”

For a second irritation flared at the treatment, like he was a child that needed direction. But, when he failed to draw air into his lungs to be snippy, he shut up. Hanzo closed his eyes. It took far too long for him to actually copy Baptiste’s breathing. His breath was too quick, too sharp, and heartbeat too jagged. Then it was too slow, Hanzo holding his breath until it hurt to try and stop himself from breathing too rapidly. Baptiste made no other comments, letting Hanzo finally work it out himself. When he finally did and slowly opened his eyes, Baptiste was waiting for him.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Hanzo looked at him blankly. His nerves were still fried and tender. He felt opened up in ways he didn’t like - exposed. Though he tried to draw himself up and seem put together, he didn’t think he succeeded. Despite the immediate want to close up, he didn’t tear his hand out Baptiste’s. The warmth was grounding. “You aren’t holding up any.”

“See? Trick question.” Baptiste winked - Hanzo could see the relief in his eyes. “...Are you okay?”

“....,” Hanzo did not answer. Instead, slowly he leant forward, waiting to be pushed away or redirected, and rested his forehead against Baptiste’s. “...A few more minutes, please.”

“Take all the time you need.” Baptiste rested his free hand on Hanzo’s back, and Hanzo allowed his eyes to shut. “...Or as much time as your brother would allow us. It was a fight to get him to leave the Orca.”

“What did you have to offer him?” Despite the exhaustion tugging at his entire body, there was a faint amusement in his voice.

“You don’t even want to know.” Baptiste huffed. Hanzo opened one eye and took a peak at the side of Baptiste’s face. There was a small smile on his lips and a gentle look in his eyes that Hanzo’s sure he wasn’t meant to see. “But, it doesn’t matter. The choice was worth it.”

Hanzo would never accept the string of failure or the things that followed it. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever truly come to terms with his past choices, or that he’d reach redemption. But, he figured if people believed he could, it wouldn’t hurt to put a bit of trust into their belief in him.

[c1trvswurld]

The type of radioactive yeehan I need doesn't exist on ao3 I'm so doomed

[mlmscorpion]

i know people have made similar posts regarding this but i hope to god everyone will act normal about mk1 subzero and scorpion being literal brothers.

[sasorikigai]

❛ why did you help me? ❜ liv @ hanzo! modern verse <3

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔�� 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || @somniaxperdita || accepting

💥 || The weight of what might have been hovers Hanzo's head, these thoughts circling like lost birds. The bourbon-soaked night now a distant haze, and the fear of a particularly nasty depression episode ablaze as he curls those aching fingers, strenuously and resiliently gripping through the loosened structure of life. Inside Commander Hasashi's tangled, knotted heart, unspoken words within a pulse drips from his closed lips, like warm breath on a cold morning. His heart may still ache for Harumi Hasashi, but he feels ready to set her free; for she rips his heart out this wounded cage, piercing his lungs out to blow away the monsters he dreams at night, taking him down to the spiraling, descending haze of helplessness, gripping his throat.

What if the darkness descends like a sudden storm, and he is there, left alone to face it? For he stayed in the nebulous dark too long; an embittered place of pain holding him company while keeping him captive. The fear might continue to grip his heart as he faces every single day, but he reminds himself of the strength within, and that the darkness is not a battle he cannot win. Despite being kicked down, and nearly torn into pieces; scattered, disjointed at the very soul of his fluid, swift movement, Hanzo Hasashi had been in an onslaught of hurricane force winds and salty crimson rains, flickering through tornados of vicious jabs and kicks, in order to retaliate and arrest, as he'd promised Olivia Winter her absolute protection.

For he is breathing through sweats and fears, challenging the voice of the unreasonable and vicious, beyond the clutching embrace of pain and torture. Thus Hanzo Hasashi became the mad one; the one who is mad to live, mad to talk, mad to save others to be saved himself, desirous of everything at the same time, the one who never yawns or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn like fabulous soaring and roaring fire exploding and burning like webbed constellations across the stars.

No longer equipped with such sharp and caustic tongue, but of projected kaleidoscope of love blossoming anew, the hardened steel of his seemingly nonchalant visage melts, as the trace of the resplendent sunset paints him rubicund, rendering him splendid. "No longer equipped with such sharp and caustic tongue, but of projected kaleidoscope of love blossoming anew, the hardened steel of his seemingly nonchalant visage melts, as the trace of the resplendent sunset paints him rubicund, rendering him splendid. "Had our hearts desired what they claimed to, we'd be together, through fights and perfect moments of exchanged conversations, turn this sliver of loving light and turn into something more exquisite and intense."

No longer his heart is in a constant, turbulent riot, and no longer Hanzo forces himself to erase already painted crescent on his face and phase; a smile cracked through the stolid exterior of Commander Hasashi. "I suppose it wasn't merely an obligation and my duty. For I have decided that nothing scares me anymore; falling freely, plummeting towards blossoming love which once used to be so terrifying, instead of being inevitably exhilarating." 💥 ||

[mikka-minns]

Yoo!

science

[ssaltlicker]

The nature of me and the romances that i like is that everything is, at its core, applejack and rarity

[vacantgodling]

see here's the thing: cage was a slowburn. schism is gonna be a fast paced slow burn

[medievalpup]

Fuck Marry Kill

Soldier 76 Cassidy Hanzo

Uh how dare you.

Marry Cassidy (･ω･*)

Fuck Soldier: 76 (*/□＼*)

kill Kanzo. (~_~;)