#CAUSE HANZO'S THE MAN RIGHT NOW

[velovw]

How would OW characters love you?

(Ft. Reaper, Genji, Ramattra, Hanzo, Venture and Cassidy)

A/N: It's been quite a while, but I'm happy to share a little thing I've written.

Reaper

At first, Gabriel would refuse the idea of being in love. There was no way the thing he had become was deserving of love - nor did you deserve to be with anything like him. The confession would probably come from you, or the feelings you two have for each other would simply be locked away and forgotten with time. Unsure touches, hesitancy in communication would plague your relationship early on, leading to frustrating fights and time spent apart.

Gabriel had spent so long being Reaper, that he had forgotten how to treat another gently, softly. Years of being one of Talon’s obedient and ruthless weapon left him scarred, almost a husk of the man he one day was. Patience, lots of it, would be needed to build a healthy relationship with him. With time, he would slowly start to mimic the actions you did to him - learning from you on how to love and be loved - this could lead to Gabriel learning to love you just the way you want him to.

Not big on romantic gestures, and doesn’t like PDA. He has an underlying fear that if anyone were to find about his weak spot for you, it would mean harm your way.

Genji

A cupid 's arrow.

It would not take him long to recognize the emotions he was experiencing, as the excitement and exhilaration of a new love were familiar to him due to his youth. The anxiety and giddy feelings were difficult to overlook or ignore. He would not hesitate to express his feelings, as he was quick at noticing if someone reciprocated his affections based on their reactions to his affections. He was accustomed to this aspect of a relationship and would confidently touch and remain close to the person he was interested in whenever possible.

Wouldn’t be able to hide your relationship, almost always bringing you up in a conversation. Excitedly calling you his partner.

Due to his past, Genji would have an underlying anxiety about performing well as a partner. He was good at sweet talk, enough to make your heart flutter - but when it came down to serious conversations and fights, he would almost shut down. In the past, whenever these things happened, he would simply dump his past partners and move on - but he didn’t want to do that now. So he would be awkward, asking you what he could do to amend the wrongs and fix the situation. He would heavily depend on you to guide him in that way.

Ramattra

Love? How futile.

He had no time for such weak emotions, no time to spend worrying over your safety when you were a human - the kind he hated with his very being. No. Ramattra only spent his attention and utmost care towards the cause he believed in.

Or that's what he desperately wanted to believe.

Every word, every moment would be recorded through his optics and stored forever in his hard-drive. Ramattra’s touches sometimes felt… ghostly. As if he was afraid of breaking you. But he was always sure to impose his threatening aura around strangers.

But the amount of stress his system felt when he saw you in the middle of the battlefield, how he was reluctant to end your life right where you stood, proved it all to him that he was *wrong*. Ramattra would take what felt like a lifetime to confess, seeing you sick and injured pushed him to it - the reminder of your mortality severely affecting him. Would try to do everything at once one day, showcasing his innocent and lack of experience in *love*.

A silent reminder of your importance.

Hanzo

Throughout the most part of Hanzo's life, there were only two things he felt the most. The bitter regret and the pain of tomorrow. Losing everything came at a great cost and it shined clearly when you met Hanzo for the first time, when you tried to befriend him - the look in his eyes. Hanzo would avoid you emotionally once he feels… different. Part of him knows what he feels but another one denies it with all of his strength. Not for pride, simply because he's afraid of losing once again.

A wall to talk to. His indifference at the start would drive you crazy, driving you away until he finally realizes how much more empty he feels with your absence. Even so, does a small act of servitude by giving you your favorite food - a small attempt to see if you still care for him. Just enough so he can *try* and allow himself to feel the gentle feeling of love.

Small smiles your way, brushing your hand with his while passing by. All small but mean so, so much for Hanzo. There is no shyness, just gentleness, and no fear of showcasing such feelings in front of others.

Venture

Spending most of their life researching and excavating did really not leave any space for romance. Venture would be quick to accept the feeling, the rush of adrenaline and giddy feeling quickly taking over their mind as they realized they liked you. It would be obvious to anyone around them. The way their eyes would be searching for you in the room, quickly asking someone if they've seen you and when they do finally see you - the biggest smile they can muster.

Your name would be mentioned by them every chance they get.

A confession would take mere days, and if you weren't totally sure about them - they'd at least hope you'd let them take you out on dates so you can get to know each other better. Small trinkets of their affection would be given to you, crystals and rocks being the main source of it, secretly hoping you'd try and find the meaning of them.

Their only flaw is being overly excited about the feeling, sometimes overly romanticizing you and getting disappointed when you don't reach their standards.

Cassidy

Smooth.

Cassidy would recognize the blush that would dust his cheeks when you were around, how he seemed to want to impress and sweet talk you. That would be his way of gaining your favor slowly, calling you sweet nicknames and trying to charm you with his words. A small brush of his shoulders on yours, opening doors for you and tipping his hat when he passes by - all small acts that are meant to sweep you off of your feet.

A relationship would bloom slowly, as he would like to ride out the early fluttering feeling of love. Going through all the small showcases such as holding your hand, gifting you something meaningful before taking you out on a date and asking you two to finally be oficial. To everyone else around you, it was clear that Cassidy was courting you - and no one else dared to attempt anything. Whispers of his past holding them back on doing so.

Cassidy’s flaw would be being too warm or too cold. Either giving you hurtful but helpful advice, or comforting and unhelpful ones. It would solely depend on his mood, but you can always tell when he doesn't really wanna make decisions. Sometimes he just wants to exist, to let himself breath without any worries.

[froggibus]

Roadtrip - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Baptiste, Lucio & Mauga

Genre: fluff, some crack lol

Summary: take a summer roadtrip with your favorite OW man

CW: irresponsible/reckless driving, cops (Cassidy's), drinking (not while driving I promise), Genji slander, camping, very fun summer vibes w this one

This is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!

Cassidy:

definitely takes you through the midwest somewhere

insists on driving the whole way but its ok cause he has an insane sense of direction

like knows every road and shortcut like the back of his hand

tries to pretend like he doesn’t like your music but ends up singing along

loves stopping in old local diners

at least once the owner of a bar recognizes him and reminds him that he’s banned for life

and somehow he ends up talking the owner into letting you guys stay??

only drinks black coffee and pretends like he enjoys it

you forced him to try an overly sweet 6$ coffee one time and now he insists on stopping for one in every town

pretends to obey traffic laws but speeds whenever you’re on a backroad

a cop tries to pull him over and suddenly he turns into Max Verstappen and is offroading through a random field to lose them

“what the fuck is happening”

“I’m winnin’.”

you guys get takeout and eat it on the tailgate of his truck

stops at any bar that advertises live music 

will sing all the words all dorky to you and try to get you to dance with him

wants to stay on the road with you forever

Genji:

do not let this man drive he can’t drive for shit

wants to go somewhere neither of you have been before, but doesn’t really have a solid plan

matcha lattes at EVERY stop

you camp rather than stay in a hotel cause he never got to as a kid

like he’s never even tried a s’more or had a campfire before

chooses the most beautiful campsites ever with pretty beaches

neither of you can figure out how to set up the tent so you end up piling the blankets and pillows in your car and sleeping in the trunk

it’s surprisingly cozy though

also he totally winds up cuddling you for warmth

takes SO MANY pictures 

insists on using a paper map because he wants a more “authentic” feel 

results in you guys getting lost in the woods at least once

picks up handcrafted flavoured marshmallows at literally every gas station you stop at so he can make different kinds of s'mores

some of the flavours get wild too—like maple bacon or banana split

weirdly good at roadtrip games

brings his Switch or something so he can play Pokemon while you drive + names the ones he catches after the models of nearby cars

you end up staying on the trip way longer than intended because you guys have so much fun

Hanzo:

has a meticulously planned schedule of where you’ll visit and when

wants to take you through the Japanese countryside, maybe stop at a beach or two

very careful driver 

has a Nissan Versa that he babies and refuses to let you eat inside of (though if you bat your eyes at him enough, he’ll give in)

brings a polaroid camera so he can take pictures of all the beautiful sites

keeps the polaroids in a little folder tucked into the glovebox

refuses to get fast food and insists on stopping at cute local cafes

has packed for literally every possible occasion in only one tiny bag

you ask him to stop so you can buy something weird and obscure and he just so happens to have it

“I really wish I had Shrek 2 on DVD right now”

“check the glovebox”

???

has a soft spot for roadside fruit stands and had to stop at every single one to buy stuff 

the whole trunk is filled with fruit. there’s no escape

lets you play whatever music you like and will have your favourite songs memorized by the end of the trip

prefers experiences to souvenirs, but if you buy him a keychain or something he’ll treasure it forever

Baptiste:

annoyingly slow driver

everyone is passing you guys

has a pretty solid plan of where he wants to go but he’s open to feedback

has an immaculate sense for choosing the best local restaurants

always wants to try the most niche food combos he can find—like deep fried milk

needs to have his water bottle, an energy drink and a fun drink or else he can’t drive

wears sunscreen in the car and stops every few hours to reapply

cringes at your driving no matter how you drive and definitely gives you at least one (1) lecture about the dangers of speeding

loves tourist traps and wants to stop at every one you pass

insists on getting those dorky commemorative t-shirts from said tourist attractions so that the two of you can match

loves salt water taffy and looks for fun weird flavours wherever you find them

his entire centre console ends up being FULL of them by the end of the trip

he has the ac in the car on full blast to the point you’re shivering

not big on taking pictures but loves videos—he has about a thousand of the two of you trying new fun drinks and snacks

it’s been so long since he was able to be on the road without worrying about Talon—and he never wants to go back

Lucio:

nobody is more fun than him on a road trip

has a super fun car that he’s souped up and decorated to hell

the car has window tint so dark that you can’t see into it

does not obey traffic laws. you’re getting so many tickets, im sorry

buys those window markers so the two of you can draw on them when you’re bored

chooses the music and probably has a thirty hour long meticulously curated playlist

car singalongs all day

drinks so many energy drinks you’re surprised his heart still works

wants to stop in every single town to try their local specialties 

doesn’t really have a solid plan or anything, just wants to hit the road and see where you end up

wears increasingly goofy disguises when going out in public

“omg is that Lucio?”

“where?”

gets dragged into performing at least one impromptu concert somewhere

takes turns driving with you so the other can rest and reads out gossip articles about himself to entertain you

every hotel you stay in is a different gimmick and he goes crazy for it. the sillier the better

posts cute pictures of the two of you on his insta and is always taking candids

wants to make your roadtrip an annual thing

Mauga:

insists on taking his big ass Jeep that he refers to as “Little Betty” and refuses to let anyone else drive ‘her’ 

completely reckless driver too

drives with one hand on the wheel, music way too loud, the windows down even when you’re going like 110

he lets you pick the music as long as its upbeat 

constantly drinking some weird protein shake 

absolutely no plan of where he wants to go, just wants to hit up some nice beaches

has all of your stuff crammed in the back so high that you couldn’t possibly see out of the back window

drives in the sluttiest skimpiest tank top ever 

wants to try all the local cocktails and party in every town you stop in

gets drunk and becomes best friends with everyone he meets

needs to collect a Hawaiian print shirt in every place you stop in to commemorate the occasion

wants more than anything to teach you how to surf

he stops at every beach you pass and BEGS you to try it out

either wants to sleep in a five star hotel or on the beach with no shelter. there is no inbetween

takes one awkward blurry picture of the two of you throughout the entire trip and puts it in his wallet

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[freyito]

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✧ a/n: can't believe my first piece of 2024 is a part 2 to this booby fic... but goddamn i need my head in kenshis boobies rn. it'd make everything better...

🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, bonus points!, not proofread

✎ wc: 750

⎯ Johnny Cage

Good GOD does Johnny love burying his face in your chest any time he can. He mainly does it when he's had a bad day. It's a great way to destress, he says. He promises there's nothing more to it. And he's right.

Sure, Johnny can be provocative and that charm doesn't exactly disappear. But seriously, this is like way too comforting for him. The stress of directing, making something worth it, it all dissolves when he's face first in your chest.

And he talks. He talks and talks. Will not stop yapping. His entire day, whatever he's done, something about movies. Every word muffled because he refuses to leave, or even lift his head off your chest.

So, when you return home after a particularly bad day, you decided to try Johnny's method of destressing. Johnny's on the couch, watching The Princess Bride for like the 27th time. It's the perfect time to strike. And strike you do.

Before he can properly welcome you home, your face is pressed between his tits within seconds. Sweet, sweet heaven. You understand now. You understand everything. Your stress dissipates, tensions of the day gone, immediately.

You can barley hear Johnny giggling and joking, you're too caught up in a euphoric daze. You only lift your head when it feels like you can't breathe. Johnny stares down at you with the biggest knowing grin ever. He's not gonna make fun of you, even with that hint of mischief in his eyes.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is disciplined, he likes to think. So he doesn't he really even think about burying his face in your chest. On top of that, he's pretty busy. The OIA, the Taira, the Yakuza... it's a lot. You don't seem him at home much.

However, in those rare moments he gets with you, some time's he'll lay his head on your stomach or your thighs. He enjoys the kind of connection, some sort of contact after a hard day of work. It grounds him.

But oh, come on. We've seen how big this guy is. Massive tits. C'mon. It takes you a while to build up the courage to go for it. But when he's wearing tank tops, compression shirts, etc... it's so hard to restrain yourself.

Kenshi KNOWS. Sometimes he does it on purpose. But when you start stalking him, keeping your distance, plotting... he wonders what's gotten into you. He makes it a game, kind of. But you're winning. As hard as he's trying to keep up with you.

You find the perfect time to execute your plan. You two are cuddled up late into the night, savoring the rare moment of touch. Without warning, you seize your chance. You roll over onto his chest, head first into those big naturals. Silence cascades over the both of you. Oh, it's even better than you imagined it. Soft... warm... inviting... it's a shame he keeps them hidden. Kenshi doesn't know how to react. Eventually, after several minutes of agonizing silence (and pure bliss between this guys pillows), he finally wraps his arms around you and even pulls you a bit closer.

⎯ Hanzo Hasashi

Hanzo also considers himself controlled. He's above acts like that. Or so he thinks. He won't outright plank into your chest, but when there's downtime, he quite enjoys laying on your chest, with your arms around him. Reading a book or something. That's just the way he likes to wind down.

We've all seen the side-boobage on this man though. Untapped market right there. It'd be a shame NOT to put your head between those pecs. Like, it'd be a sin not to.

One night, during some much needed time alone, you find yourself wrapped up in Hanzo's arms. It's a quiet night, he's finding it hard to fight off sleep. He's been busy, and it's been a hell of a week for him.

His defenses are down, so you take up the opportunity. Awkwardly, you wiggle in his arms, flipping from your back to your face. What awaits you is reminiscent of the gates of heaven. God, you could live like this.

Hanzo's mind is fried, so he doesn't quite understand. To him, you feel more like a weighted blanket. Which ends up making it even harder to stay awake. He's trying to savor every moment with you, but sleep is quickly catching up with him. Waking up to you still resting your head on his pecs however... part of him is glad he was too tired to understand.

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[odditycircus-2002]

What's This?

A/N: Given that it's the season, I decided to do this year's holiday special with my recent reader insert, Quan-chi's daughter. You'll know who I'm talking about if you've been following me for a while or want to read reader inserts with Pre-MK1 Scorpion, or just checking out my masterlist. For those just tuning in, all you gotta know is that Y/N here has never experienced many everyday things, including snow. They're Scorpion's close friend at this time and constantly sneak out to spend time with him. Also, this takes place in Japan, and I don't know how Japan celebrates Christmas or similar holidays completely, besides glimpses in anime, so Imma just wing it here. I DO know that it's treated as a second Valentine's Day over there.

When you first step foot out of The Netherrealm for one of your nightly visits with Hanzo, you are initially met with the landscape covered in a pristine white powdery substance. You first thought that a volcano went off in the area until the cold finally hit you. Curious, you scooped some of the white powder into your hands, feeling the chill of the substance. You take some in your other hand to pinch it, and it instantly melts into water, unlike the water from the rain here. You took a small bite from the pristine power in your hand to confirm your suspicion.

'It's just water like the rains in Earthrealm!"

You concluded before taking another bite of the snow, which you found to be refreshing on your tongue. But you then dropped it when you then took another look around the landscape to find, in the distance, the Shirai Ryu's compound covered in the white stuff and in a familiar glittering substance that shone like jewels. No, not jewels.... ice! It then hit you where you've seen this white powder and ice.

Wasting no time, you opened a portal directly outside Grandmaster Hasashi's living quarters, not bothering entering through the front like usual. You inadvertently ended up scaring some nearby Shirai Ryu with your sudden appearance, but you paid them no heed, praying to the Elder Gods that you're not too late. You practically broke down the door as you called Hanzo's name, horns out, hellfire blazing from your eyes and head. The man in question was in the middle of trimming a small potted tree, and automatically sprang into action, drawing his katana and demanding to know the danger. Hanzo is caught off guard when you interrupt him mid-sentence to barrel into the Grandmaster, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

Your hellfire disappears in relief that Hanzo is uninjured, the latter then asking why you thought he would be injured. You then remembered yourself and backed away from Hanzo, sheepishly apologizing for being overzealous as you thought Sub-Zero or the Lin Kuei were attacking the Shirai Ryu again. Hanzo went quiet at that, glancing at the snow and ice outside his living quarter before turning away. Seeing your words upset your friend, you swiftly try to explain yourself, stating you've never seen ice or the white stuff in the air besides when Bi-Han or Kuai Liang used it in combat. From what Hanzo told you about Lin Kuei attacking the Shirai Ryu, you thought the worst had happened when you saw those cold things everywhere.

"Snow."

Hanzo interrupted you before elaborating that the "white powder" you refer to is snow. He then turned to look outside, past his torn-off door to his for-now small clan, who gathered around, armed, at the commotion you caused. With a hand raised up and a few words from their Grandmaster, the crowd mostly dissipates as they return to their tasks, including hanging boughs of greenery and tying red ribbons on pillars. You could see Hanzo giving a barely-there smile as the festivities taking place.

"You're right to be concerned about the Lin Kuei attacking the Shirai Ryu again... But rest assured that, in this instance, they're not the reason for this weather."

You allow yourself to relax your muscles, apologizing for not entering through the front gates as agreed upon and the torn-off door. Hanzo just waves away your apology, allowing you to let your intrusion slide, just this once, since you were legitimately concerned about an attack and didn't know any better. But without the fear of an attack to occupy your mind and taking a moment to notice the more than usual colorfully decorated Shirai Ryu compound, new questions bubbled to the surface.

"What's this?"

You swept an arm, referring to the colorful lanterns, the ribbons, boughs of holly, and singing in the air. Hanzo explains that the clan is preparing for Christmas, which you didn't know either, which doesn't surprise the clan's Grandmaster. So, the leader of the Shirai Ryu decided to take it upon himself to walk around the compound to show you what he's talking about, with the added bonus of him being able to check on the clan's progress for the day. Hanzo does his best to describe the winter holiday as he did when explaining rain. Apparently, the old Shirai Ryu had their own festivities around the holidays, but it wasn't as extravagant as Christmas; the rebuilt clan brought in Christmas and its decorations. The clan's Grandmaster allowed this, seeing it as a way for the new clan to celebrate their new bonds as a clan and strengthen said bonds.

You couldn't believe your eyes as you took in the various decorations, seeing the paper snowflakes and the glowing lanterns painted with images of more things you've never seen before. It was all new and odd to you, and also so much fun! The clan members you ran into were happy to explain their winter traditions and what they mean to them, including your follow-up questions.

"Your baubles already shine like gems; why do you need little lights to make it sparkle more?"

But your favorite aspect of this "Christmas" was the music, specifically the songs. You've never heard songs that were so... happy and did not describe cruel massacres and brutal victories over enemies. You had never heard such songs. Hanzo raises an inquisitive brow when you randomly summoned your shamisen. He watched as you tuned your instrument and experimentally plucked its strings. Still, eventually, you were able to figure out how to play the same tunes the other clan members were singing amongst themselves. The Shirai Ryu that were singing stopped when you started playing but began singing again after they recognized your tune.

Hearing the caroling restart, you sped up your playing, and the carolers followed suit. In fact, you got so caught up in your playing and the joy welling up inside you that you didn't notice how your magic halted the snowflakes falling around you or you levitating a few inches off the ground or the gathering crowd around you. Nor did you notice the knot between Hanzo's brows lessening as he looked at your magic display. However, when you notice the snowflakes frozen in midair, you gather some around you, making them spin above you and the other singing clan members, who stopped singing to watch your performance. You then bunched the snowflakes together, but unfortunately, that only made a bowling-sized snowball, which was too heavy for the little magic you were doing, causing gravity to take over and for it to fall on your head.

Given that your clothing was made for the Netherrealm and not for winter, you shivered at the sudden temperature change and the water soaking into your clothes. Hanzo immediately notices this and heats himself up, not fully lighting himself ablaze but just enough to warm you up. You thank him for it, and you are grateful for the warmth. Despite being fully capable of warming yourself back up with a little hellfire, you opt to take up Hanzo’s offer to head back to his home to dry off as an excuse to stay as close as possible to the Grandmaster.

On the way back, you passed by homes smelling of cakes and pies, freshly baked. Something else you never heard of, much less tried. Upon your insistence, you approach one of the clan members to ask to try one of their winter treats. Specifically asking someone roasting chestnuts on an open fire, as you told Hanzo that you wanted to try something so fresh; who figured you could use something warm to eat as well.

To the former wraith’s surprise, rather than try the chestnuts offered, you picked out one of the coals USED to roast the chestnuts and swallow them whole while it was still hot! Rather than scream in pain, you let out a pleased hum as steam started to rise off your person. You remarked that you never had the treat freshly heated before while licking the remains off your fingers. The ninja offering you chestnuts could only stare bewildered while Hanzo raised a brow.

After eating a few more coals, you and Hanzo arrived at his home, where the latter started a fire to help dry off your clothes. You sat near a window that looked out to the rest of the compound while wrapped in a blanket that smelled like your dear friend, which you made yourself comfortable in. While you waited in silence with Hanzo, you allowed yourself to bask in the moment, enjoying the absence of monsters and nightmares; instead, there were good feelings all around you.

'It's like a wonderful dream, one I don't ever wish to wake from.'

You think to yourself with a smile. You're pulled out of your thoughts when you spot two of Hanzo's clan members kissing under a plant hanging above them. Your friend had to first explain what a kiss is and that it's a show of affection between two romantic partners. Apparently, it's an Earthrealm tradition to kiss under this mistletoe plant. You thought such a concept was unique, but you couldn't help but notice Hanzo's melancholic face as he watched the young couple beside you. That's when you remember that your friend had a wife, a wife he most likely kissed like the couple in front of you. Hanzo could never kiss Harumi again. You didn't know what to say to Hanzo then, so you stood beside him until your clothes finally dried. Before you left for the Netherrealm, you sincerely thanked Hanzo for showing you everything today, as it was all so wonderful. Your friend's usually stern expression softened at your once-rare joy as he offered to show you some of his family's winter traditions next time you visit.

When you returned to the Netherrealm, the Revenants and the rest of Quan-chi's servants noticed something different with you, although they couldn't quite put their finger on it. Quan-chi, having raised you since you were a newborn, quickly spotted it. During your usual healing session, in which you would power your father with your music to maintain his health, you started off playing your usual song to give some of your energy to your father. However, midway through, your song became more upbeat and, dare Quan-chi say, jovial? With the change in your song, the withered sorcerer felt a rush of raw energy he never sensed from you before that was almost unbearable.

You almost dropped your Shamisen when your father suddenly asked where you learned such a jubilant tune. You're quick to literally change your tune as you quickly make up a half lie that you happened to have overheard it from one of the damned souls, who most likely went mad. You trembled under Quan-chi's scrutinous gaze before he dismissed his inquiry and gestured for you to continue your playing.

Later on, after the session finished, you were allowed to return to your room as you had no immediate duties to fulfill. You tried to get some rest, but sleep would not greet you. You then tried to read one of the books Hanzo gave you, which you kept hidden under a stone tile, but your eyes started to wander as you reminisced the day Hanzo gifted you those books. Your face began to heat up as you remembered his warm, calloused hands briefly making contact with yours. You shook your head before hiding your books again, growing frustrated with yourself. Your eyes then land on your shamisen.

After making sure there was nobody nearby, you cast a bubble of silence around your room before tuning your shamisen and let your hands speak for you. It wasn't exactly what you would usually play, but it wasn't a cheerful tune. No, you played for an audience, including yourself, as you played out your sorrows and woes that would never be heard.

You thought about all the things you wish you could have, that you've been yearning for since you were a little girl, but don't. You wish you could live among the Shirai Ryu, fight alongside them, and celebrate their holidays with them. Yet, even if you could fool yourself for a moment or two, that sense of camaraderie you feel among them doesn't last, not when you have to return to the Netherrealm. You must return to Quan-chi's side and serve alongside him for your Lord Shinnok in his land of fire and screams. Still, you rather live in a realm of life and light...

You shook your mind before any traitorous thoughts could take root, afraid of what your father or God would do to you if you started to think like that. So you turned your wandering mind to your dear friend, Hanzo.

Oh Hanzo, how you wish he noticed how much you mean to him as your dear friend. You wanted to stand beside him under the mistletoe and feel his lips on your lips. Would they be warm? Would they be dry or moist? You don't know HOW to kiss, as you only learned about it today, but maybe Hanzo could show you how to do it properly. Wait, should friends be having these sorts of thoughts about each other?

You don't know if they should, as you never had such thoughts when thinking about Sareena. You don't even know the name of the feelings inside you when you think about Hanzo or when you're near him, but you do know they're in your heart. You do know that you may never be with Hanzo, as he belongs in Earthrealm with his clan, and you within the Netherrealm. It's just not meant to be. You're not Shirai Ryu. You're not Harumi. You can never be.

Playlist While Writing This:

"What's This?" From Nightmare Before Christmas

"Jack's Lament" From Nightmare Before Christmas

"Sally’s Song” cover by Amy Lee.

"Stolas Singss (Owl In a Cage)" by Sam Haft

[struckd0wn]

I'll Make You Mine ── Hanzo Shimada

Hanzo Shimada × ftm!reader

CW: mentions of noncon (not w/ Hanzo), Hanzo leads Shimada Clan AU, sex slave, reader had top surgery, clit and cunt used as describing anatomy, he's gentle :3, mention of scars and bruising from previous experiences,

A/N: this lowkey drags on so mb, also dk if I hate it or like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You were on your way to the Master's room, nervous and shaky as two women led you there. They had retrieved you at his request. First they took you to the bathhouse, pampering you with soft hands, making sure to not miss a single spot. The two scrubbed and washed your hair, almost relaxed if it weren't for your nerves. The bath was filled with cherry blossom soap, probably made with the trees just outside the Shimada castle. After, they dried you off promptly before adorning you in a plush robe that came down just below you knees.

You had been in the castle for a little over a month now, having been captured by the Shimada clansmen. You had gotten yourself stuck in business you had no need to be in and it led you here. You were supposed to be dead, and maybe you would have preferred to be. Instead they kept you in a room, by yourself, to be used by the men of the castle for their pleasure. They were rough, you deserved it according to them. They had spared you so you owed them, and you payed with you body, and although you were greatful at first you didn't care much for it now. The ladies of the clan would come by twice a day with food, which you would eat with bound hands and the door locked at all times. You weren't bathed, simply wiped down with a damp rag after every use.

Word about you had gotten around fast, in your first week you were visited more times than you could count, and now he wanted to see you. You never met Hanzo truly, only seeing him in passing or hearing about him from the clans members. But he had never stopped to see you, you wondered if he even knew about you, and here you were on your way to his private bedroom.

You'd better behave, one of the women would tell you. He's the Master, you cannot upset him. The more and more they warned you, the more and more tense you got. But you couldn't turn back now, standing right outside what you assumed was his bedroom door.

"Master Shimada, he is ready for you." The other woman chimed out, giving you a worried look before sliding the door open. You stood there, completely silent as you took in the scene in front of you.

His room was boring. A futon, low to the floor on a short wooden frame, pushed head side to the wall. Next to the bed was a nightstand, similar to the one in your room, that housed a small bonsai tree. He sat with his back turned to the three of you. The sliding doors in front of him opened to reveal a private garden, dark but lit with small lanterns, the curtains blowing gently in the crisp summer wind. Next to him on the floor was an incense stick, the smoke wafting through the room almost creating a fog. He wore his typical blue, only this time a yukata, one shoulder uncovered to reveal his tattoo, his hair down and draping over his shoulders.

The clans woman pushed you into the doorway, causing you to stumble slightly as the door shut behind you. You stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with your robe. "Sit." He speaks out, holding a hand out twords the futon. You flinch before rushing over to kneel on the bedding. You again wait, watching as he lifts the incense stick, blowing it out and tapping the ash into it's holder. The wind feels cold on you collar bone were the robe doesn't cover but you don't say anything. He turns slowly, looking at you for the first time. Your face feels warm and you try to prepare yourself for whatever might happen.

Hanzo stands up, walking twords you. You can't help but admit he is a very attractive man, much better than the clansman that would bed you every night. You avoid his eyes, gaze wandering to his tattoo that spans across his exposed chest and left arm. The Master sits in front of you, looking you in the eye. "I will stop... If you want me to." His voice is soft but raspy and you're surprised at the suggestion. No one had given you the option before. You nod your head a little at this and he continues.

The bigger man leans forward, gently pushing you at the chest to lay down. Your nerves are at their peak, staring up at the clans leader. He rest himself between your legs, pulling you so your legs rest on his thighs. The man in blue is silent the whole time and you almost wish he'd say something, or at least direct you so you do him no wrong. Hanzo's large hands find you thighs below the robe, pushing the fabric up to see.

You busy yourself with looking at the ceiling. His hands rub the fat of you thighs, one hand stops, and his thumb pushes down over one of the many bruises. You hiss out in pain and your hand flies down to grab at the Master's wrist before you can even think about. Panic. "Sir! I'm sorry, I didn't-" your words are cut off shorts as he flips his hand in yours, instead taking your wrist. But it's not angry, he holds it softly in his own. His eyes fall onto the ring of red on your wrist where your hands were bound together. Tutting his lips, Hanzo leans down to press a kiss to the bruise on your thigh, then to your injured wrist. You stare down at him in awe.

"If I was aware they were hurting you, I wouldn't have let this go on for so long," He admits to you. "You do as they ask and they are still greedy." Hanzo's voice is sad, disappointed in his followers for your poor treatment. Even if you had gotten into their business, you were serving your "duties" yet they still found time to disrespected you.

He drops your hand, continuing up to the bow that held you robe together. The man watches your reaction as you gulp heavily, but he persists, unraveling the tie and letting the robe fall off your front. He doesn't make efforts to take it off of you entirely, his hand moving up to hold you at your plush hips. He squeezes at you love handles with a small smile, taking you all in with one look. You refuse to meet his eye but Hanzo doesn't object, his right hand sliding down to your crotch and the other to you chest. One thumb strokes the scarred flesh of your pectorals and the other finds your clit, applying a pressure that makes you squirm.

Hanzo is completely enamored by you. Robe half off, skin glowing under the moonlight that shines in from the still open door to the garden. You hide your face from him but you can't hide the moans that escape you and the way your hips move to chase his touch. It's the first time someone had stopped to touch you how you wanted. He wasn't just taking, also giving as he rubs you to near explosion, just watching you wiggle below him, indulging in your sounds.

Life as a clans leader was lonely, the Master didn't have time for relationships outside of business so this within itself was a treat. He had heard about you, his clansman weren't discrete about you, not at all. But the thought weighed heavy in his mind about having you for a night, and he wasn't regretting it now that he had you.

You feel your peak nearing but the man doesn't allow it for a second, pulling his hands away. You let out a deprived whine but he's to busy now, moving his yukata out of the way to reveal his hard cock underneath. "Don't worry, you'll get your fill soon enough." Is his response to your whining. He stroked himself with a low rumble before running his tip through your folds. You take this time to finally look at him, as now he was to busy to notice.

His face was serious yet relaxed. Hanzo was a fit guy, you traced around his muscles with your eyes, watching as the tattoo formed around them perfectly. You wanted to see more, so feeling a little daring you reached out twords him. Your finger hooks under the fabric of his obi, the band of fabric that held the yukata together. Tugging very gently at it, this gets his attention. The Masters eyes find your finger, then your eyes. Hanzo smiles sweety down at you, using both of his own hands to remove the obi. After, he shrugs the yukata off his other shoulder, fully revealing himself to you.

Before you can look for another second. He pushes his tip into you, your head rolling back against the pillow. Hanzo moves slowly, pushing inward with his hips and it doesn't take long before the two of you are connected at the base. The man's large hands find your hips again and he uses them for leverage as he pulls out painfully slow. He watches every expression, listening to every noise you make.

He begins to move faster, thrusting into you with a pace that makes you head go foggy. The drag of his cock as he pulls out is almost teasing you before he slams back in. You can't help but get a bit louder now, but he can't either. Your moans are sweet and his are ragged, grunting over you eagerly. Hanzo leans over to kiss you, lips connecting to yours, moving slowly as he swallows each whine that comes from you. The feeling excites him, he grips tighter on your hips, fucking you deeper into the mattress below. His lips move down to kiss your jaw, then neck, his ear positioned near you mouth. You're loud, but he doesn't care. You smell like the trees that surround his home, his castle. You're soft and lovely to handle, not to mention how good you felt. By the minute Hanzo grew more and more obsessed with you, beyond the point of sex, he found himself wanting to know you.

"I am drunk on you," He admits out loud. You just barley process it, but you are truly flattered. By now he's entirely wrapped around you. His large arms wrap around your middle as he ruts into you endlessly. "My senses are full of you, I can't get enough of the way you feel, how you look, how you moan for me. I imagine you taste just as perfect, " Hanzo confesses. "I bet they say the same thing, but who wouldn't. You're beautiful." He continues on thrusting into you faster than before, the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping. The thing is, they didn't say the same things. To the others you were just a good fuck for whenever they needed. You wondered how they could be so relentless and brutal but their leader is wrapped around you and desperately telling you how amazing you are.

Hanzo pulls the two of you upwards, now sitting on his thighs as he fucks upwards into you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and your head leans down to rest on your bicep. He watches as you barley have the energy anymore, the two of you growing more tired, but your end is fastly approaching. "I won't let them treat you badly anymore. You're mine, I want to know you. I want to treat you nicely, but only if you allow me." Hanzo tells you, and if feels nice to have a choice, nice to feel wanted instead of being constantly degraded. You whine in response, and finally you feel yourself snap.

Your orgasms is strong and you tense in his arms before fully letting go. You moan his name as you wrap around him tighter. His breathing is harsh and he's still pushing into you eagerly, the feeling of you realising over his cock is to much as your walls flutter over him and soon enough he's finishing too. Hanzo groans loudly, hissing in pleasure as he cums inside of you, gently fucking into your sweet pussy. He pulls out slowly, your legs and his waist are covered in your combined slick. You relish in the feeling for as long as you can, having been the first orgasm to come purely from pleasure to happen for a while. The man leaves you, and you wondered if he'd just leave you there to be picked up, after everything he had said. He's back before you know it, back at your side with a glass of water and a rag.

After he cleans you he lays beside you, facing you. It's all a bit awkward now, but you're to tired to care. "I meant what I said..." His voice is quite, but you hear him. "I've seen you. I've overhead you and my maids talking and I grew interested in you. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to see the leader of the clan that is keeping you here." He tells you, his hands move to brush the hair out of your face. "I really didn't know they were hurting you and for that I am sorry. If you'd let me... I'd love to make it up to you." The wind picks up a bit outside, but the air is warm. The moon is shining in onto the two of you, it illuminates his face with it's serious expression.

"I'd like that..." You whisper back, closing your eyes to fall asleep.

[cryptidbait]

MK11 Kuai x Liu x Hanzo —Training

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Liu Kang’s brows furrowed in frustration. The new god felt frustrated. It felt as if everything was connected to him in some way. The bustling clan outside of the gardens, the birds chirping, the smell of the overwhelming flora, the humming of insects, the—

“Calm yourself,” a husky voice commanded. Liu’s brows relaxed at the sound of Hanzo’s voice. However, the fire god was still tense. Hanzo’s warm palm grasped Liu’s shoulder. It was incredibly warm, not burning to the touch, but it made Liu Kang’s stomach tingle and his ears burn.

“You’ll get nowhere if you do not focus,” another voice chimed in, much gruffer then Hanzo’s. It came from Liu Kang’s left, while Hanzo was on his right. Liu snuck a peak at Grandmaster Kuai Liang. The leader of the Lin Kuei was dressed down into casual wear, something that the fire god was not adjusted to seeing. Kuai had his eyes closed, brows and muscles alike relaxed.

“Do not focus on your breathing,” Hanzo advised. Liu Kang returned to attention, closing his eyes and facing forward once more. He could feel Hanzo’s gaze on him. “I know it is the way you were taught but it does not work each time.” Hanzo removed his hand from Liu’s shoulder and Liu could feel the immediate difference of the heated hand leaving his skin. Liu Kang held back a shiver.

“Focus on your surroundings. Focus on nature itself and allow it to guide you.” *How was Liu supposed to do that if that was what was overwhelming him in the first place?* Liu Kang took a deep breath, holding it in before puffing his cheeks and releasing it. Puffs of air came out and Liu Kang could hear Hanzo’s body shift.

The busy bodies outside of the garden seemed to grow louder the more the god tried to focus. He clenched his fists, which were on his knees. The bushes were shaking with the breeze and the birds were practically squawking—

“Try this,” Kuai Liang interrupted. Liu Kang opened his eyes, seeing the grandmaster thrust something in his direction. Liu Kang opened a fist and took the object from the other, older man.

Liu Kang looked at it closely. A flower. Burning red petals that gleamed in the sunlight. Liu Kang held it by the stem with easy fingers, trying to be careful to not squish it.

“How is this supposed to help?”

Kuai Liang looked at Liu with dark eyes. Liu thought his eyes were inviting, like a warm hearth after trekking in a snowstorm.

“Focus only on this flower,” Kuai Liang instructed. Liu Kang closed his eyes. “Feel the softness of it, focus on the smell and shape of the flower. Only on it. Nothing else matters right now.”

Liu Kang’s fingers trailed over the petals, rubbed against the stem. The fire god imagined the red, fiery petals and he inhaled. Sweet. He continued to caress the flower, envisioning the soft flora. With each detail he could feel along his fingers, Liu imagined a new part of the flower in his head. Liu Kang had no idea how long he was holding the flower, how long he was imagining the flora in his rough hands.

“Good job,” Hanzo praised. His voice caused Liu Kang to open his eyes. The flower in his hands burned to crisp as the fire for lost focus.

“Damnit,” Liu Kang griped. “I had it.”

“You did,” Hanzo mentioned with a small smile. Kuai Liang picked another flower and handed it to Liu Kang, who was flushed with emotion. “Now do it again.”

[rea-grimm]

Love doesn’t die 1

You and Cole Cassidy. Two well-known hunters who always work together. Almost always. Until a mysterious client asks for Cole alone. He accepts the mission, but something happens that turns their shared world upside down. You don't want to give up hope that your partner is still alive. But he is no longer among the living or the dead.

You and Cole were hunters of the supernatural that was causing havoc and killing people. You were hunting a demon that you tracked back to a village. 

You went to check in while Cole sat at the bar, pouring drink after drink. As the alcohol took its toll on him, a man with long silky hair tied in a ponytail sat on the stool next to him and ordered a sake. 

"Just don't tell my girlfriend about this," Cole muttered drunkenly after a few minutes of flirting with the man in question. 

Unfortunately for him, you'd just arrived at the bar and heard almost everything. You walked over to him and slapped the hand he was resting his head on. 

"Ow, what was that for?" Cole didn't understand. As you slapped his hand, he lost his balance and slammed into the table. 

"What do you think?" You replied with a question before turning to the stranger. "After you've had your fun, send him to room 9. I'd hate to have to search all over the village for him in the morning," you told him.

"I don't plan on having fun with him," the stranger replied, taken aback by the whole thing. You and Cole had the same reaction and both said at the same time, "No?" Hanzo, as you found out later shook his head and repeated no. 

"Darling, I need to be off. I'll be back later," Cole said after a moment, kissed you awkwardly on the cheek, grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the bar and left. 

"Typical," you shook your head and sat down in his chair. 

"What are two hunters doing in the middle of nowhere like this?" Hanzo asked you.

"The village hired us for a demon case," you explained.

"A demon?" He asked, and you could see him watching you warily. 

"Exactly, but we think it's something else," you replied, ordering your own drink. 

You chatted with him there for a moment longer before you said goodbye to Hanzo and headed to your room. You waited at the bar for Cole long enough. You suspected he'd forgotten himself somewhere, so you left him alone. You'll look for him in the morning. 

In the morning, you woke up alone in your room and the search for your partner began. You tried your luck at the bar, but he wasn't there. You kept looking when you ran into Hanzo. 

"Where's your partner?" he asked you.

"I'm looking for him right now. He didn't even come back yesterday. But knowing him, he's just sleeping off a hangover somewhere," you replied, just shrugging it off. 

At the pub, you asked around about Cole when you got lucky with the landlady. She saw him and even took you to see him. To your surprise, she led you to the barn where Cole was lying on the straw among the cattle. 

"Now watch," you whispered to Hanzo before taking a bucket of water and pouring it over Cole. He was instantly awake and looking around in surprise as he didn't understand what was happening at first. 

"What's wrong?" He asked when he finally noticed you putting the bucket aside. 

"What do you think?" You replied, letting him remember. 

Cole went to his room to wash up and get cleaned up after that. You, meanwhile, went to get some breakfast with Hank, who stayed with you. You both ordered food and drinks and ate in peace until he finally spoke.

"If you want, I could help you hunt," he offered. 

"Sorry, but we don't take civilians," you replied. It was one of your rules when you wanted to protect others. 

"I'm good with a bow. I could be useful," he didn't let on. You just shrugged at that. As much as you wanted to turn him down, he kept offering. In the end, you let him go, but at his own risk.

After Cole joined you, you went to inspect the latest victim. It was just as you thought. It wasn't the demon, it was the witch.

You tracked her to her hut deep in the woods. You got into a fight, during which you discovered that Hanzo was actually a demon. You were surprised by this, but it didn't stop you from fighting. At one point, things looked miserable for the demon, and you saved his life. 

Working together, you eventually overpowered the witch and collected the bounty, which you divided equally between the three of you.

Hanzo was a man of honour and stood by the fact that he owed you his life. And even when your paths diverged, you ran into each other at various times, and he helped you hunt now and then. 

After a while you got a job application, but there was one condition. The applicant only wanted Cole. It was a good job that would make you a lot of money in the future. 

You and Cole made a promise to meet at the same place in exactly one year when the job was finished. Before you said goodbye, Cole kissed you so you wouldn't forget him. 

Cole got to the place that was written in the contract. It was supposed to be a simple job to kill a witch. He even got a reward float in advance. Cole also had the perfect plan to get rid of her. 

He made it to her mansion, and everything went like clockwork. Maybe it was too easy. But he found out too late. A witch named Moira caught him by surprise and before he could shoot her, she stuck her hand in his chest and ripped his heart out. But even without such a vital organ, he was still alive. 

"What have you done to me!" he screamed at her. She only chuckled at his reaction before she cast a curse on him. 

Just as she cursed him, his hair turned white and his skin took on a grayish dead tinge, his eyes glowing green. He fell to the ground, unable to believe it had all ended like this.

"Now go. I'll call for you when I need you!" Moira commanded. Without another word, Cole got up and left. 

When it came to the day of your meeting, you waited there alone all night in vain. You even stayed there for the next two days but in futility. After the third day, you cried and left. 

You'd go in there every year hoping Cole would show up, but to no avail. You denied the fact that he was dead. You even traveled the country trying to find him. But it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. 

[running-with-the-feels]

Kuai liang is the most lucky unluckiest man because he has a hot couple thirsting over him and my man is worried about being killed in his sleep by the wife

I love Hanzo being like: “honey, you need to get with my bf he’s pretty cool” and even more that Harumi having doubts until she meets him and she’s like: “you are right I need him, let’s plan my date outfit”

Im so happy for this Hanzo he must be on cloud nine having all the people he adores alive with him and safe, I like thinking he would be excited to show Harumi and Satoshi the rebuilt shirai, also being a proud dad telling them about Takeda’s achievements, he would also definitely want to show them the Lin kuei temple, Satoshi is really excited to play in the snow

Also, Hanzo taking Takeda and Satoshi on “dad-son bonding trips”, it’s corny but he never looked happier so no one dares to say a thing

OMG we need Frost interacting with Satoshi, satoshi is a little afraid until frost awkwardly shows him a trick with ice and he is immediately sold, maybe frost is tenses at first but then they both bond over causing chaos

Takeda, Frost and Satoshi sibling relationship is something I didn’t know I needed until now

I wonder how the rest of the heroes will react to finally meeting the Hasashis

Frost latches onto Satoshi immediately, she just has no idea how to interact with kids.

So she just gives him knives and teaches him how to stab people which lands her on his list of favorite people.

Meanwhile Hanzo and Harumi have a bet going for how long she can last before she drags Kuai Liang back to their bed. She's winning so far, but only just barely and Kuai Liang is very confused.

As always Takeda is the one in charge of the braincell

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!!! Thank you for your precious time and let me tell you I'm literally so in love with your works and mimi💓💓

My dad is so hima dad coded cause even though I have two olders sisters and no brother I still get the princess treatment till this day and my mom is the exact same type as hima's mom like whenever she sees me she scolds me for eating too much so my stomach hurts but if I lose weight she also scolds me lol😅and believe me when I say all asian grandparents are the same it's funny somehow cause it's a stereotype but it's not wrong at all, the rice thing is so accurate I always end up eating the leftover rice🍚(this emoji is so cute I had to add it hehe😗)

I picture hanzo as that one brother who messes with his sister's bf and embarrasses her to the point where she has to physically get him out of her room(quite impossible due to their physical difference) and yoongi is the one who acts like he's joking but he actually means it and would kead mingi to a seperate room just to tell him that if he ever thinks of hurting his little sister hell do the unthinkable, and geum jae is like the second father lol(12 years is way too hard to adapt with espically adoption wise)

San and hanzo are a duo I didn't know I need cause damn them working out not one at a time but TOGETHER talk about body goals

But like it's so adorable to see a big age gap when geumjae is married rn and in a couple years she'll be an aunt, likeee I can picture her buying the cutest clothes for his baby and her and mingi would be starstruck with eachother while one of them is holding the baby likeebdhdjjdjd (I need parents mingri, new ship name alert) buttt it's actually so cute if you ever do it (not pressuring you, and if you ever rush any works I'll scold in the asian way so you know how to rest)love you tho bb and thanks for replying to my silly asks💓💓

And I won't say much but expect more mingri content coming😗😗

Hey sweets!! 🥰I'm so glad you like her so much, it genuinely makes me happy!!

Right?! Every time I see them they ask what I want to eat the second I walk through the door even if it's 10am and they worry about whether I've lost weight 😭Like no I'm just replacing it with muscle I'm not on the verge of dropping dead

Hanzo would definitely be a lot more outgoing, inviting everyone to play soccer with them - even tho he's literally a pro - and bringing up embarrassing anecdotes of his sister. Yoongi would be way more likely to just sit in one corner of the room and death stare Mingi after being told that the two were dating, because wdym she's not even 30 yet but she has a boyfriend ?? Geum Jae would just be confused as to why they're so protective about this because it's a good thing that their little baby is in love, especially with someone she's been around for so long (obviously he's still a little protective at first because he's known her since almost the day she was born)

Hanzo is probably the reason behind San deciding to build more muscle, he saw this man and was just star struck 😭They most certainly uploaded a workout vlog on his channel while Hima was embarrassed because everyone was seeing her older brother shirtless (she got an influx of marriage proposals for him even tho he was already engaged at the time)

I think when it comes to wanting children she's definitely a little more hesitant than Mingi simply because of how she was raised - so she doesn't know if she'll be a good mother - but seeing him holding a baby or interacting with children makes her soooo soft. Despite her fear she's a natural with children and just seeing her with Haneul makes Mingi extremely sick with baby fever 🤭 (It's so funny when I type out the family's names cuz there's so many Hs)

I love your silly asks! Don't worry I'll take good care of myself especially with midterms currently on my ass and my job starting 3 days from now 😭❤️Love you Mina, and you take good care too!! 😘 (I'll keep an eye out for that content!)

[ovwechoes]

A Night of Loss: Hanzo x GN Reader You had a disturbing dream, and you're trying to cope through it. As your mind wanders around their home, you're left craving some way to let out go out of your mind without waking your loving partner. Themes: miscarriage mention, disturbing dream, support, fluff, sfw, established relationship. Word count: 2467

Your eyes fluttered open, silently watching the cieling above you. Your face felt wet, as though you were crying in your sleep; you were familiar with this feeling, but today it felt tenfold. Your mind was foggy as you sat yourself up, the rain on the window to your right pattering across the glass. Your boyfriend was fast asleep still, undisturbed somehow in a way you envied. By the look on his face, you could tell his dream was peaceful and you envied that. You remained still, thinking through the dream you just had, considering the reasons why your mind had plagued you with something so disturbing. The rain helped you to focus, as you rubbed your temples in an attempt to quiet the lingering discomfort that wouldn't leave your body. You felt Hanzo stir in his sleep beside you, tossing every so often in-between your thoughts. He seemed content, though, and you wondered exactly what he was dreaming about. What his mind was fixated on. Surely, it couldn't be worse than the torment your mind had given you that night.

When trying to figure out what that dream was and what would've caused it wasn't working, you moved your energy to studying your partner's room. It was a feeble attempt at trying to distract yourself from the way your heart ached. You always admired his room, but never took genuine time to take in the beauty that was scattered around you.

Hanzo was a traditional man, and valued the traditional Japanese aesthetic. That much was obvious, but the more you look around this room, the more you realised how much it meant to him. He opted for a Kominkan house in Shirakawa. It was tranquil there, with a population of approx. 1,500. You valued the fact that it was so remote, away from the noise of the city. His house reflected the peacefulness of the area around it, with the structure being more traditional than modern. You looked at the wooden beams, the sliding door, the shoji screens scattered around the room, and eventually looked outside at his back garden through the picture window that let the rain dance on it. Hanzo took great care of his garden, and cared much more than the average man about maintaining it's beauty. You could see that when the grass was freshly cut, the small pond in the middle kept clean from mud or moss. The light that shone through the picture window always glowed on the two of you in the morning, as though it was kissing your skins, admiring the way you both woke up from it's peaceful alarm. You felt the warmth of the sun hold itself against your arm, as though it was attempting to comfort you throughout the war in your mind.

You carefully moved yourself to look at the wall Hanzo's bed was against, once you were satisfied with his garden. You didn't want to wake your partner, and potentially interrupt his own dream. You watched his breathing chest, studied the way his chest tattoos moved as his chest was filled and empties every other moment. You couldn't help but stopping in your tracks to admire his sculpted body. It's something you always admired, but rarely did you have the time to look at the intricate details up close. He was now laying on his back, his hair draped around him as though it was framing his face in a purposeful way. You placed a hand above his head, slowly touching his hair with the tips of your fingers - it was soft, like always, and you couldn't help but feel the desire to touch it more and more. You knew you couldn't, in fear of waking him up, and you were shortly brought out of your state of admiration. Your back turned, watching his responses to make sure you didn't wake him up, and you positioned yourself so that you were sitting cross legged on the bed, facing the wall against the bed. Your eyes drifted across the hand painted decoration that lingered above you. It was huge - it's size was corner to corner of the wall, and you couldn't help but feel as though you were being towered over by it. It wasn't anything fancy; it was a painting of a cherry blossom branch, with red flowers instead. You could outline every paint stroke from where you sat, and you were left thinking about how they brought a new level of elegance instead of tackiness to the painting. You studied the Kanji that was written along the left-hand side of the painting; you couldn't quite make out what it said, but you were left stunned at it's beautiful application. You always loved fine art, but it was starting to seem like Hanzo's taste was far superior. 

The state of admiration filled your mind, to the point where you didn't notice Hanzo waking up and sitting up to watch you carefully. You were both silent, taking in each individual view you were both transfixed on in this moment. He was waiting for you to notice him, and when you didn't, he moved more purposely in a way that stirred the blankets apart. You quickly looked at him, and studied his expression to see if you woke him up. Guilt set itself inside you, and your mind was suddenly filled with what started your morning off - that cursed dream you were inflicted with. Your heart sunk, as you watched him sit next to you, facing the painting, with his hand creeping itself around the back of your waist.

“I'm sorry, did I wake you up?” you spoke softly, trying not to be too loud in the morning. You watched his eyes move across the painting, with his head slowly shaking before he responded properly. You didn't turn to look at him, your eyes were busy soaking up the unappreciated beauty that faced you.

“No, don't worry. The rain's responsible this morning. What about you? You're not usually the first one awake." he spoke, in a sotto voce manner. He was still waking up, and couldn't spare the energy to speak louder than his chords could handle just yet, but you weren't concerned about that. You were left considering your options; do you lie to him, tell him you woke up because of the rain too, or do you open up about your dream? You didn't know, and with it plagued in your mind, your face started to twist itself into a display of discomfort and concern. Hanzo turned to face you, analysing the way your lips were contorting against one another. Your lips were pulled across, downturned, as though they were guarding the words that were formulating behind them. Your eyes were vacant, as though they weren't being used because your mind was elsewhere. Hanzo noticed these things quickly, and moved the hand that was on your lower back to the knee that was touching his, slowly rubbing it with his thumb to ground you back to reality.

“Do you wan't to talk about it? I won't pry, or attempt to guess, but just know I'm right here. Whatever you want to do, I'll be here to listen.” his voice reassured you, with his tone soft and unwavering. He knew exactly what to say, and you felt silly for feeling this way over a dream. Eventually the decision became clear, and you breathed in heavily to stop the tears from swelling as you let your mouth formulate it's words. “I had a disturbing dream, is all. I was pregnant, and ended up having a miscarriage. It's silly to get upset about, I know, but it felt so real. I don't know why this' happening, and I don't know what to do. I didn't want to wake you up over something small like this, so I just distracted myself for a while…” you spoke in a low tone, breathing every so often to keep yourself composed and focused. You didn't want to go into the same detail your dream did, and you didn't know how he would respond if you did. You turned slightly to see your partner better, and watched as his expression didn't shift, his hand didn't move or stop, and his mind was running like clockwork at a way to comfort you.

Eventually, after some careful consideration on his part, he stood using his bare feet to slowly move across to your side of the bed. Hanzo carefully sat himself down on the floor next to the low bed frame. His hands moved in a gentle nature to your own, and his hands wrapped in-between yours. It felt intimate, and helped you to focus on what he was preparing to say. You couldn't help but look at him properly now, and move your attention away from the painting. His gaze remained at your hands, with his eyelashes framing his eyes in a beautiful way that you couldn't help but notice. He breathed slightly, as though there was going to be weight behind his words that needed to be padded. “Y/N, I can't imagine how hard that must've been for you. I don't know how to properly respond, but just know that if that did happen with us, I would always support you. I'm sorry you had to go through that; if it happens again, wake me up, okay?” His gaze moved towards your own, with him connecting and making eye contact to add emphasis on his words. Hanzo melted your heart, and you felt silly for even feeling so torn about it in isolation. He knows what it's like to bottle things up, and you could see the pain in his eyes as he realised you had to try and figure it out on your own for a while.

Your eyes swelled, and all you could think about is how supportive your partner was. He could see the way your lips began to quiver, your eyes glazing over from tears, and he brought his hand to the back of yours, moving your head to meet with his. You both held this pose for some time, resting your foreheads against one another. A smile crept across your face, as you soaked up every moment. You could feel your heart race, as you both closed your eyes and made the most of the intimacy. Your mind was clear of the dream, and even if his words were simple and small, you felt yourself feel relieved to have it off your chest. Both of your breathings were in sync, and you felt connected as one.

“Thank you, Hanzo. You don't know how much this means to me. I'm sorry for making a big deal out of nothing.” your voice was quivering, your words stuttering slightly every so often. You were overwhelmed with emotion, and Hanzo could tell even without opening his eyes. He quietly shushed you as he heard that last sentence fall into his ears, in an attempt to reassure you even more. “If it hurt you, then it's not nothing so don't say that. You're always welcome, and you deserve it more than anyone else.” he whispered in a soothing way, removing any pain that could've been left in your heart. His eyes opened, with his head moving away from yours now. He brought his hands back down, and placed each on a side of your hips. This prompted you to open your own, and watch as he rests his head in your lap, slithering his arms around your back to hold you close to him. Rarely, did he show this side of him, but when he did you ate it up as much as you could. Hanzo's head was tilted to the side, watching the painting again as you did before. You placed a hand on his head, returning to his hair and softly rubbing it with more purpose and intention than before. He hummed in satisfaction, as you turned to join him in watching the decor infront of you both.

“Do you like it?” he lulled into your lap slightly, waiting for a response. There was hesitance in his voice. You let out a slight murmur of agreement in response, continuing to play with his hair in-between your fingertips.

“Thank you, I made it myself…” Embarrassment littered his words, and his face warmed up against your legs. It made you smile more, and you could tell this was something he rarely admitted to. Your admiration for him was doubled, and you couldn't help but finding the painting more beautiful after finding this out. Your mind was overwhelmed with love, and you could feel yourself falling harder for the archer that was resting himself against you.

“I really love it, I'm just struggling with reading the Kanji. What does it say?” You asked, in a subtle way of teasing his embarrassment more. He was silent for some time, trying to formulate how to respond without stuttering or pausing on his words. He was left speechless, knowing you enjoyed it more than he expected someone to.

“It's 再生 (Saisei)”, he uttered softly, before continuing after you left him the space to explain. “It means rebirth or renewal… I wanted to make something to remind myself of this, when I'm alone and need it the most. It's nothing new or revolutionary, by any means, but it means something to me at least…” he spoke slowly, with hesitance and reluctance to leave himself so open and vulnerable. But with you, he felt more safe and secure to. You felt the warmth from his face grow stronger the more he spoke, and it left you feeling comforted. You couldn't imagine not having this moment with him, and it made you finally thank your brain for bringing you closer together with the dream that once infected you so deeply.

“I'm proud of you Hanzo, truly.” you said much louder, as though if you didn't he wouldn't process the words properly. It made his heart soar, and he buried his face in your lap away from the painting out of pure shyness. You loved the way your words made him melt into you, and it was something you revelled in each and every time. You both remained still, admiring one another in your own ways. What was once a horrible morning had been filled with love in a way you wouldn't have expected. You wouldn't give this moment up for anything or anyone in the world, and you hoped that Hanzo truly understood how meaningful this time with him was. The rain continued to dance across the glass of the picture window, with the sun continuing to embrace the figure you both left in it's warmth. You were peaceful, and nothing could ruin this for either of you.

[garfieldd-o]

More info dump about my mortal kombat au. Idk if it's considered an au. Its my own version of mk tbh.

I added my Ocs Casey and Garfield to it. 🌟

Johnny actually started Cage Con with the help of his lil sibling Garfield. So it's a combined thing of Johnny's mortal kombat and his lil siblings cartoon series.

Johnny's older brother still exists. I named his older brother Sam for right now. They never really have confirmed his name. I may name his parents too. Idk.

Kung Lao doesn't die. Unlike MAJORITY OF MK STUFF.

I make it so Bi-han and Tomas semi get along. Like it takes time.

I really am making a Bi-han redemption Arc. It's gonna be slowish. Mainly because I feel like Kuai Lang and Tomas may forgive him faster than, for example, Liu Kang, who just wants a good timeline but now maybe more wearie with Bi-han.

I will be making Jax and Sonya Lore. I know Jax has some Lore rn. But not much. I wanna add more to his character than being Sonyas' friend.

I am gonna keep character flaws, though. Even though I wanna make a bi-han redemption Arc for example. I still will keep him like he is in a way. But have him more open with people he cares for. Example with people like Kuai Lang, Tomas and Garfield (My oc).

Another random thing I added is Tomas was originally raised by a single mom before the whole. YA KNOW.

I'm iffy on giving Hanzo a kid. Cause I know he cannonly has a kid before all that stuff. But imagine the kombat kids with hanzo kid in the group. [Yes, I know takenda exists and is basically kinda his son in a way in mkx.] I think his kids name was Satoshi.

I'm gonna have Johnny's origin story of his powers be similar to the last timeline in a way. His dad was in Shinnoks cult. That's how Johnny and Garfield get there powers. The mom didn't know about this-

I made a dumb thing of Johnny cannot cook. I dont know why. But I don't trust that man to cook.

Johnny and Garfield Angst. I WANNA MAKE IT.

Dumb stuff about them.

Garfield normally cooks too much food and gives it to either Johnny or Kung Lao.

100% argued when Johnny found out Garfield got powers before him.

They actually are very close to each other. Like overly overprotective of one another.

When Johnny told Garfield, he got a divorce. Garfield 100% said, "Welcome to the divorced club."

[nightmarerodent]

Satoshi Lives AU Snippet for @running-with-the-feels

Just a little something I whipped up for @running-with-the-feels with their AU where Hanzo's son was taken by the Lin Kuei instead of being killed and it now out for revenge because he thinks his father replaced and forgot about him. Enjoy:

Satoshi watched from his hidden perch amongst the trees as the Special Forces team approached their transport, talking amongst themselves, completely unaware of his presence. Sloppy, he thought, eyeing the object of his malic as he cracked some joke that had the archer rolling his eyes and his dark skinned companion laughing and kissing his cheek. He gritted his teeth. He did not know the man’s name. He did not care to know this pretender’s name. He wore colors he had no right to wear, stood where he had no right to stand; and hurting him, killing him, would hurt his father. And really, that was all that truly mattered. Serves him right for replacing his son. For replacing him. He raised his crossbow and aimed for the back of his head. His guard was down, their leader already in the transport. An easy kill. A death befitting this embarrassment of a Chujin.

Just as he pulled the trigger to let the bolt loose, the Shirai Ryu’s stance shifted to one of alert. He grabbed his companion and brought her to the ground with him, shielding her as the bolt whizzed past them and embedded itself into the dirt. A hairline miss. Satoshi hissed. How?

“Takeda!” the Shaolin ran to his friend’s aid, drawing his bow and readying an arrow.

His target whipped around and scanned the treeline, eyes immediately locking onto Satoshi’s, “Treeline! One o’ clock high!” he called out and the archer aimed and fired.

Satoshi cursed as he leapt from his perch, the arrow just missing him. He drew his sword and charged. So a fight it was. Even with four against one the odds were still in his favor. He will kill this man. He will kill him, send his head to his father, and then kill him too. Satoshi will have his revenge! At any cost! If these fools wanted to get in the way, he'd kill them too.

He brought the sword down at an ark forcing Takeda to dodge. His lady friend landed a punch to the side of Satoshi’s head, forcing his attention onto her. He blocked another of her punches, grabbing her arm and tossing her aside with a grunt. The Shaolin was next, another arrow whizzing past him as the monk closed in. He dodged several swings of Satoshi’s blade before one got too close, grazing him on the cheek. It was enough of a distraction for Satoshi to land a solid roundhouse kick to the side of the man’s head, stunning him and bringing him to the ground. A bang rang through the air as the blond now returned from inside the transport, firing her gun at him but missing by an inch. Satoshi returned the favor by unclipping his light crossbow and single handedly firing another bolt her way, causing her to have to take cover. The other woman and Takeda were now back. She landed an elbow onto his outstretched arm, causing him to drop the crossbow entirely as Takeda, his true target, kicked him in his chest, forcing him back.

“Who are you? Why me, specifically?” Takeda demanded but Satoshi only drew his second blade as a response, ignoring the sudden itch in the back of his skull.

“Alright, so we’re doing this,” Takeda took a stance next to his girlfriend, a series of small clicks as the end of one of his metal whips hit the ground and the hidden blades sprung out.

“You got anything?” Jacqui asked, her gauntlets charging up.

“Just that he hates me,” Takeda responded, “Give me a sec.”

“I’ll try to buy you time.”

“Elsa picked a hell of a day to be out sick.”

Satoshi charged again, sparks flying as he parried the incoming whiplash with one of his blades, the other swinging out to slash the two combatants. Jacqui blocked it with one of her gauntlets and threw an energy charged punch with the other. He toughed it out, going for a kick to her stomach but his leg was caught by another’s hand reaching out and grabbing his ankle.

“Come here!” Takeda yanked him over to him and as Satoshi brought one of his swords down at an ark, Takeda’s other grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him.

Satoshi tried to bring his other sword down upon Takeda but he released his ankle and caught his other wrist too. The two were in a deadlock, Satoshi trying to strike his target and Takeda trying to keep him in place. The itch in the back of his skull was a dull pain now, spreading through his brain. 

Their eyes locked once more. Burning hatred met sheer determination. Satoshi recalled the few times he had spied on the Shirai Ryu compound during the early stages of his investigation. He had watched this man train with the other Chujin, watched as the grandmaster came out to observe, the realization of who he was, him putting a hand on this kid’s shoulder, calling him Son. Looking at him now, being in this deadlock; it only pissed him off more. Something flashed across his opponent’s eyes. Confusion? Pity? Then he uttered the one thing that could really set Satoshi off.

“Otou-San?”

Satoshi headbutted him, causing Takeda to reel back. The dark skinned woman made to grab him, the blond was rushing him too. Before they could, Satoshi dropped a smoke bomb, filling the air and their lungs with soot.

When the coughing fits ceased and the air finally cleared their assailant was no longer there, leaving the team bruised and very confused. Cassie helped Kung Jin off the ground and checked him over. The cut on his cheek was superficial but the kick he took to the head did leave him with a concussion. Takeda eyed the crossbow that was left behind, noting the dragonfly engraved in its handle. He caught a glimpse of the white hot hatred this unknown assassin had for him and his master but its origin still eluded him. Once they got back to base he was heading for the Shirai Ryu. Master Hanzo needed to know of this new threat and the grudge that they apparently had against them.

Meanwhile Satoshi ran as fast as he could from the scene, angry tears blurred his vision. Seeing it from afar was one thing, but having it confirmed right to his face was another. He did not know how the kid was able to read into his mind like that and he did not care, his instinct was to call his father dad. His father replaced him, and this Takeda person was more than happy to stand where he once stood. He didn’t even bother to look for him, just fill the role with the next child that came along. He’ll pay. They both will. He will kill Takeda, bring his body before his father, and kill him too. It’s what he deserves for abandoning and replacing his real son.

[zantia10]

Hanzo Hasashi x reader

Mortal Kombat

Warning: I use a translator, English is not my first language.

reading it is not that difficult, but writing it is😭

The sun shone announcing a new day, outside the great master's home the gardens of fire showed their beauty. Such a scenario almost seemed unreal, Hanzo allowed himself a moment to look around him, the anger, hatred and thirst for revenge that once held him prisoner, making him unhappy, had now been considerably reduced, only in the depths of his soul he He found the pain of loss, but he could not continue to be haunted by a past that he could not change.

Getting to where he now was was difficult, after being submerged in misery, finding the right direction in his life seemed almost impossible, but now as the crimson leaves swayed from the trees his face relaxed.

He had managed to restore his clan.

A few delicate steps behind him made him come out of his musings, he calmly faced the female figure that was a few steps away from him.

It was you, his beloved

The crimson leaves falling from the trees seemed to encircle you in a slow dance in the wind under the blazing sun, Hanzo watched your breathless features, your beauty rivaling gardens of fire. He could see a slight smile grow on your face, the look you gave him made his heart beat faster, knowing perfectly well what that expression on your face was trying to convey.

Love, pure, sincere and unconditional love.

He watched you shorten the distance, nailing your orbs into his, your hands took his face for a few seconds, giving him delicate caresses before pulling them away, it was a short contact that left him yearning for more. Being deprived of any feelings and affection like the one he now experienced, it was impossible for him not to find himself yearning for your delicate touch.

However, he appreciated your actions and the respect you had in the face of his refusal to show affection in public. Even if he was left wanting more it was more appropriate to do it behind closed doors, where no one from the clan or from outside could watch the grandmaster display one of his weaknesses.

He couldn't bear to lose you too.

Being able to read the expression on his face, you let out a few words to reassure him. Hanzo was a man who had been through a lot and deserved to be happy free of that constant fear.

—I will always be with you—those words came out in a whisper, comforting the worried-looking man—No matter what happens, even if death comes to separate us, I promise we will meet again.

Hanzo used all his self-control not to hug you, the mere mention of your death caused him an unpleasant feeling but trusting your words, he hoped with all his heart that life would fulfill his wish and unite their paths if either of us came to be missing in the life of the other.

Spanish version

[laismoura-art]

Morning!

Opening Tumblr with my eyes closed cause so far I have only watched HALF of the story mode and I'll probably (hopefully) I'll only finish it later today or tomorrow, so basically I'll be gone for a couple days!

But regarding what I already saw:

The story mode was actually (so far) much much better than I expected and I'm sure you guys remember how skeptical I was to Scorpion!Kuai, well

HE IS A GEM!

I loved him dearly and his chapter! He is quite an amazing scorpion and after spending some time with him he doesn't even feel out of place anymore!

He's so honourable, sweet, gentle! The way he avoids unnecessary conflicts is very suiting of him!

I definitely bought his character!

And you can expect some Scorpion!Kuai X King of Netherrealm Hanzo content from me!

Now regarding Bi-Han...

I won't say I hated his character (yet). On the contraire actually.

Till roughly the end of his chapter I was actually vibbing with him!

His frustrations were understandable and to be fair quite entertaining! His constant face of contempt and boredom were pretty fun to watch (and I'll dare say I freaking called it! Man was just bored)

However he did get corrupted FAR TOO EASILY and honestly the whole story with their father felt... really forced.

It felt like a desperate attempt to make his corruption believable. To say "Oh see, this guy made some bad bad things, it makes sense him going rogue!"

When really uh... no???

Remove this whole "I let father die" thing from the story and what do you have? You have NOTHING to justify his corruption!

His boredom doesn't justify it, if anything it makes it more plausible for him to stay on the good guys side!

He is not hungry for power, he is hungry for COMBAT!

He wants to fight! He wants an enemy He can beat and hear the songs that will be sang about that battle!

Honestly, SONGS???

Bro wants to be Hércules or some other legendary hero! Who's name will be remembered from ages to come!

You think this guy will pass the opportunity to beat an army of undead?? Save a whole realm and be remembered as such??

This guy???

Yeah right...

You can DEFINITELY expect a WHOLE LOT of Bi-Han redemption/good brother Bi-Han content from me (more than you already get from me)

I stopped watching just as Scorpion's Chapter finished, so I don't know what will be of Bi-Han. I'll be making other posts with all my impressions as soon as I've finished the Story Mode!

I knew I was right in update the bio! :')

[summerwritesfics]

🌎Invite Accepted

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Bi-Han Length: 1674 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Neighbours AU, Teenager!Kuai Liang, Past Child Abuse, Party, Dogs, Bi-Han is kind of a petty bitch, Really he just has a crush on Hanzo and doesn’t know how to express it, Hanzo is just a concerned neighbour, Trauma recovery

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: Enjoy Bi-Han having a crush on Hanzo and only being able to express it in being a bitch, Hanzo just being concerned for the two brothers wellbeing, and Kuai falling head over heels in love with a dog again (if anyone remembers Akuma, you’ve either been reading my fics for a long time and have a good memory or you read that one recently lol).

Bi-han glared out the window, looking at the way the man next door was setting up for some kind of backyard party. Bi-Han hated him. He was the worst. Why? Well… You see…

He just was, okay?

Hanzo seemed all nice and polite on the surface, but he was so goddamn condescending. Not to mention, Bi-Han was certain it was him who had called CPS with concerns for Kuai Liang. That had caused a massive headache, and Bi-Han was thankful they’d managed to see Kuai was fine. That didn’t seem to stop Hanzo from being a busybody however. If he offered Bi-Han and Kuai Liang dinner one more time, he wasn’t going to hold back.

Hell, Hanzo had even invited them to this party, even though it looked like he really didn’t want to. Bi-Han was sure he’d only invited them to try and get Kuai alone and once more bring up the non-issue of if he was safe. Because Kuai was safe. At least, he was now. Now that he was here with Bi-Han and not with their father.

Kuai displayed clear signs of his trauma, but Bi-Han was getting that sorted. All Hanzo had to do was keep to himself. But could he do that? No! Because he was an asshole.

“So, are you just gonna stand there and stew in your weird hate crush, or are we gonna go to the party?” Kuai’s voice questioned, as Bi-Han felt the boy peer around him to look outside.

“You do know that our invite is just an excuse to try and pry into our lives again, right?” Bi-Han huffed, watching as Hanzo took a step back to admire his work. Prick. “And I do not have a crush on him.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kuai replied sarcastically. “But if we went, we’d get free food.”

That was a good point, but also how many times had Bi-Han turned down free food from Hanzo? Why should he start accepting it now?

“Please Bi-Han,” Kuai said in a slightly whiny tone, while pointing to one of the tables. “That cake looks amazing!”

To be fair, the cake did look amazing. It was covered in yellow buttercream and had sprinkles and chocolate bark on top.

“Alright, fine,” Bi-han relented, pushing away from the window sill. Kuai did a little jump of excitement, grabbing Bi-Han’s arm to drag him through the house. “But if he even so much as tries to begin nosing into our business again, we are out of there.”

“Uh huh,” Kuai replied absentmindedly, clearly focused on his mission to eat cake. Well, Bi-Han supposed that if he was so hyperfocused on the cake it’d probably stop him from divulging too much to Hanzo.

It wasn’t long until Bi-Han had been dragged from their home and was at the gate leading into Hanzo’s garden. As they walked in, Hanzo poked his head around to see who was coming. His eyes widened when he saw the duo walk in, clearly surprised his invite had been accepted for once.

“Hi Mr. Hasashi,” Kuai exclaimed with a bright smile and a wave.

“Good afternoon, Kuai Liang,” Hanzo greeted back softly, before his eyes flicked to Kuai’s side. “Bi-Han.”

“Hanzo,” Bi-Han parroted back, and Kuai finally let go of his arm.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t exactly expect my invite to be accepted,” Hanzo admitted, his tone was strange and Bi-Han couldn’t put his finger on what exactly Hanzo meant by that.

“If it’s a problem we’re here, we can leave,” Bi-Han offered, hoping Hanzo would take it so he had a proper excuse to leave. He felt guilty when Kuai gave him a hurt look.

“No, no that isn’t what I meant,” Hanzo quickly assured him, waving his hands in front of him slightly. “Forgive me, of course you are both welcome here.”

Hanzo stepped aside slightly to let them both enter the garden properly. Hanzo’s dog, Akuma, a black shepherd, was sitting on his porch, and picked his head up when he noticed the two guests in the garden. Seconds later, he was up on his feet and practically bounding up to Kuai Liang. Of course, Kuai was smitten by the dog and immediately lost interest in both Bi-Han and Hanzo in favour of him.

“So, what really made you decide to come?” Hanzo asked, low enough that Kuai wouldn’t hear. “Because I get the distinct impression you do not exactly like me.”

“Whatever gave that away,” Bi-Han muttered under his breath, ignoring the dirty look Hanzo shot him in favour of watching his brother. Kuai looked so happy, getting Akuma to perform various tricks like paw. Bi-Han was still searching for the perfect canine companion for Kuai, so it was nice when Kuai could get his dog fix elsewhere for the time being. “We’re here because Kuai Liang wants cake.”

Hanzo actually laughed at that, “that does sound about right for a teenager.”

Bi-Han hesitated, before deciding Kuai was sufficiently distracted, and said “Look, I don’t know what you think is happening with us but-“

“I am merely concerned for your brother’s wellbeing,” Hanzo said, getting briefly distracted when Akuma began to lick Kuai’s face. “I’m a teacher, I’ve worked with kids long enough to be able to notice when they’re showing signs of abuse.”

Bi-Han flinched at that word. He still felt guilty that he didn’t see what was happening until it was almost too late. Coming home from college to find Kuai on the verge of death. Rushing him to the hospital where he was told it was unlikely that Kuai would pull through. The fact he had was a miracle, and not one Bi-Han took lightly. He made a vow that nothing like this would happen to Kuai ever again. Sometimes he wasn’t sure he was doing the right things for Kuai, no matter how much therapists and social services told him he was doing well.

“He’s healing,” Bi-han whispered, not sure if Hanzo would believe him. “I can’t say I always do the right thing, but I am trying to and he is getting better. You didn’t see him this time last year, you’d think he was two completely different teenagers.” Hanzo’s face was blank, but weirdly, Bi-Han got the feeling Hanzo thought he was telling the truth. “Just, know he is safe with me, and those signs he’s showing are a result of his past, not his present.”

“If there is anything I can do to help, just say,” Hanzo replied with a sigh. “Your brother is a sweet kid, I’d hate to just stand by and watch when there’s something I could do to help.”

“Hm, well I suppose there is something.” Bi-Han watched as Akuma ran off for a few seconds, before returning with a ball and placing it at Kuai’s feet. Aw, cute. “Do you have any advice for getting a dog?” Hanzo looked at him like he was mad or at the very least making a mockery of Hanzo’s offer. “His therapist suggested getting one, sort of an emotional support animal. I just have no idea where to start looking.”

Hanzo blinked a few times, realising the question was both real and completely valid.

“Well, any dog can be an emotional support dog,” Hanzo began, rubbing the back of his head. “You just need to have the right training.” His head jerked upwards like he’d had a sudden thought. “Actually, a friend of mine who’ll be attending the party does dog training. Her name’s Sonya, if you like I can introduce you and she might be able to help you out.”

“That’d be… Excellent,” Bi-Han admitted. He really wanted to get Kuai a dog, but he definitely had no idea where to start with even basic training. Sonya may be just what he needed. “Um. Thank you,” he awkwardly added onto the end. “Look I know I’ve been an asshole but-“

“You were just looking out for Kuai Liang.” Hanzo shook his head. “If he’s been through something traumatic, it is only natural that you would be protective of him.” He gave a defeated sigh. “I should also have just talked to you, rather than assuming I knew what was going on.”

“Let’s agree we both probably should have handled this situation better.” Bi-Han wasn’t sure he trusted Hanzo completely, but he supposed as long as he continued to be good to Kuai, that was all that mattered.

“Bi-Han!” Kuai was waving at him, Akuma sitting and watching him intently. “Look what I can do.” Kuai turned to the dog, and made a spinning motion with his hand. “Spin!” The dog stood up briefly, did a little turn on the spot before sitting down again. “Good boy!” He held out a treat for Akuma, who happily accepted it, as well as the head pats and cooing Kuai made over what a good dog he was.

“Looking good,” Bi-Han called over, and he had to smile. Seeing Kuai so happy, after everything they had gone through to get here. It just meant the world to him.

“He’ll definitely get on with Sonya,” Hanzo snorted, and Bi-Han saw the smile on his face too. Bi-han had to look away quickly, because since when was Hanzo that attractive? Oh no. Kuai might be right about the weird crush. “Every time she’s here she’s trying to get Akuma to do tricks.” Hanzo blinked a few times as if something occurred to him. “I just realised I never offered you a drink.”

“Ah, well I wouldn’t say no to one now,” Bi-Han replied, slightly alarmed by the flirtatious tone to his voice.

If Hanzo noticed, he thankfully didn’t say anything about it, as he gestured for Bi-Han to follow him while saying “come, let me show you what I have.”

Bi-Han took one last glance at Kuai Liang, the boy giggling hysterically at the way the dog was tilting his head left and right at him. He followed Hanzo, thinking to himself that maybe, just maybe, they’d get through all this after all.

[skeletonstarz]

All aboard I'm fucking seething

Blizzard you stupid whinny piece of fossilized mammoth shit. Another anime Collab? Another Collab in general??? Overwatch used to be a game with obvious flaws but those flaws had heart to them (usually.) now fucking...MHA Collab?? Oh let me guess the characters! Should be interesting considering Reinhardt, kiriko, mercy, Pharah, genji, reaper, tracer have been the ONLY FUCKING CHARACTER'S TO GET ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL THE SHOP SKINS NOW

So fucking tired like yeah they are great cosmetics I reallllly like these skins! Surprised. They aren't bad. Its just sad seeing how the only thing that the richies in charge of the company think..."yes...yes...get more...COLLABS" like u just had one with yourselves.

I'm seeing alot of people say ramattra should have been all might and I agree ( however I knew that if they did this Collab Rien would be the ultimate choice for all might..)

But my god...I could go on and on about how I personally feel that kiriko is a big ass mistake of a character. Now don't frown ☹️ because I main her I get to hate her and I do hate her but I have a bit of love for her. But SHE IS NOT THE POSTER CHILD I AND I WILL SHOVE THIS DOWN PEOPLES THROATS. She will NEVER be the poster child. There are already two. Winton and tracer. Never kiriko or Juno or whatever fucking new character comes out. Although I wouldn't mind Sojourn or junker queen as new poster children, they have my endorsement.

Now I know this aint serious at all but it is to me. As a ten year old I'd plead with my poor poor family to buy overwatch for years because I was obsessed (heavily fixated) with overwatch. It was a whole new world for me to dive in and tracer is the reason I pretend to be British! So I must give my hand to her.

So many people have brought up amazinggggg ideas for lore cosmetics/animations/sprays/voice lines etc, but no all we get is dull overused franchises. We could have Lifeweaver in his science fit, ...more sojourn skins...., THERE ARE IDEAS I'm blanking tbh

Clenches fists white froth coming out of my mouth

veins popping up upon my forehead and arms

I could make overwatch overwatch again...

But no one knows that....

I main D.va by the way like she's my most played and I'm bronze cause why would I actually try to rank up? I play to win bitch not to brag

Although D.va to me is a very neutral Aroace she/her transmasc socially tired kinda guy. No one gets her like I Do. She probably drinks diet soda for the taste like i do, totally

Yeah NGL I dont be shipping D.va, Hanzo, illari, Juno with anyone...it makes me gag and ya know I obviously don't ship the omnics or animals

However u can ship omnics with humans (I personally might start a Sombra x zen just for the hell of it ) I say that because In certain maps there are posters with human omnic romances, and yeah I'm one of those ram and zen r brothers brothers people. If u ship ram and zen keep it to urself I'm very hostile when it comes to shipping...it's a job not a fun hobby for this man. Aka me I'm the man ♂️😂

Okay I won't out right bully you for shipping but I'm also not gonna be very considerate in the way I talk about said ships..

Like I can't STAND dead by daylight ships...my word so bad...HOW DO U GET JAKE PARK AND MICHAEL CUCKING MYERS AS... BOYFRIENDS?? i have been bamboozled for 6 years with that one. Or GHOSTFACE AND MICHEAL?? GUYS MICHAEL DOES NOT WANNA BE KISSING THESE MEN. Wait hold on. Let me make another post about ships I hate I'm passionate now

Turbo-tastic!