#Demon Hanzo

[corruptimles]

why isnt it halloween anymore

[shima0021]

Fanart Hanzo Shimada from Overwatch

Inspired from @dilfosaur ‘s 2Demons AU comic

I know i late few years however i enjoy draw him and hope you all enjoy it

I just comeback play Overwatch,last time i play the first game,now i back play but its now Overwatch 2

Back play it not because my big three mains,Mercy,Zenyatta and Ana ,but it Hanzo who get me to play it again,i even play Hanzo now ,i actually have no experience play him before

Then i remember i ever read 2Demons AU that i think so interesting in the concept story ,so yeah after long time not draw Overwatch stuff ,i draw again by draw Hanzo . I maybe will do Demon Mcree/Cassidy too in another time

[bastardofodin]

All the in-progess shots and the final product. I give you Cyberdemon Hanzo. And if you squint, you can see his op scar. 👀👀👀👀

[gotafewtricks]

Omg hellooo!

Hc's for an oni reader? The shimadas (plus kiriko) meet such a muscle mommy reader as she's taller and obviously has mad muscles as well as horns. I imagine it like the demon hanzo and oni genji and maybe witch kiriko?

★ Meeting an oni

Aww, hey !! & thank you for the request !! I'm unsure what you meant on the last sentence, but I presume you meant an oni reader with demon!Hanzo, oni!Genji, and witch!Kiriko? Or just referring to how similar they are, in essence? I'll try to write both versions:3

But, this request is so unique; I hopefully do it justiceee<3

★ Hanzo

Hanzo was no stranger to the spirits, considering his clan found pride in their kinship with dragons. The superstitious essence that enriched the Shimadas' family life feels as if it was something straight out of a fictitious reality for them, but the idea of such was not outlandish. Occupations within the more religious communities of Japan were reliant on someone's belief, for reasons that do not need to be explained. Even if Hanzo was not one to study among the field in his own leisure, ghosts, and among which of those are yōkai, have owned a special place of respect in his heart.

I like to believe that the dragons expressed in his ultimate, and in Genji's, are spirits themselves—even though there are popular theories surrounding that they may just be a channel of energy through technology; I just want to look cool and make the story more interesting by introducing another very well-known idea that they are actually sentient. Think of Kiriko's kitsune companion, in a way.

Although, Hanzo was not exactly ready to meet such a hulking figure before him.

I do not write Hanzo the best as I do with his brother and Kiriko, but I do believe that his reaction would be rather varied. He is extremely used to the spirits, as he has grown accustomed to them, and it feels natural, almost. I'd say that, due to his upbringing within his family, being rather forced into such a position to be made comfortable with those ideas.

Upon your arrival, Hanzo did feel his breath hitch at just how tall you were. It wasn't a foreign concepr for him to be shorter than a person, even if he was of a formidable height—many, many others were vast in their stature. With your strong appearance, he knew that you could've easily have bench pressed triple his weight. Hanzo doesn't know either to be flustered with the thought, or intimidated. He takes it as his cue to feel both.

If we are talking more in terms with a more demonic Hanzo, the archer would still feel those very same emotions. In one hand, he knew to take you seriously—given that you could easily overpower him in a physical scenario. In the other, he was reassured by the safety of his range, knowing his excellence in his bow was an advantage. There was something nagging at him, however, for always thinking about those more violent outcomes. The more he would look over your well-built body, the more he could feel his face flush; lying to himself that he's just trying to study his opponent.

★ Genji

Similar to Hanzo's scenario, Genji is no stranger to the world of yōkai. Him and his dragon companion held a very, very tight bond together; not viewing the lessons and morals the male had to learn over all of those years as boredom, however, a better understanding of the spirit. As Genji would practice further sparring in the comfort of a training session in the comfort of his own solitude, the philosophy he has earned from sharpening his mentality has later enriched his relationship with the dragon.

On occasion, he would also see the fox spirit trail alongside Kiriko, knowing that it was taking care of the girl. Even if most of Genji's interactions with the apparition were of mischevious intent, he knew better not to underestimate the power of the kitsune; their wisdom spanning across multiple generation's length of centuries.

Upon meeting you, the ninja would take a moment to study your physique, and depending on if he was truly in the mood to jab a few playful sayings here and there, Genji would ask for your exercising routine. He's seen how people in the modern times have grown to be so exponentially tall; and with the amount of muscles you have, he couldn't help but feel rather jealous over the fact you were in such great shape. Plus, being seen as smaller was something Genji would often laugh at to himself, but it was something you could always tease him about it later.

Regarding yōkai and their mystical properties, Genji ought to know better than to view it as anything different. He was a cybernetic ninja, after all—he is still human, and still Genji, but he did not choose this body of his. As much as he would be taken aback, considering you do not meet the demons that horror movies love to accentuate every day, he would make a genuine effort to get to know you better. You couldn't help but notice how he would be fascinated with your horns.

If he is an oni himself, however, things would be different, in the sense of meeting another one of his kind. Also, different in the sense that the author knows jackshit about writing Genji in this form, so please forgive them for whatever out of character mess this could escalate to. You cannot see it behind his mask, but the smile in both his eyes and on his face could tell a person that he's very interested—and would love to see what you could really do. He'll try to paraphrase his words to make it seem as if he isn't begging you to spar with him; his tone giving away his true emotion laced through his dialogue—his eagerness.

★ Kiriko

With her background with her grandmother introducing her to the ideas of the spirits, and with Kiriko being familiar with the work that shrine maidens have such high responsibilities of—she has substantial knowledge about the subject. Through performing specific rituals, either that is studying how the ancient Japanese would go about them, or guiding these events herself; the woman would then have a better awareness in regards to the yōkai. As she does surround herself with friends who have kinship to these mythological legends, it's difficult for Kiriko to be surprised with these sorts of events.

As she knows that there are malicious spirits out to target the good will of other's, thus, that being another reason why she is trying her hardest ro train, not to better herself—but for the people that she has sworn to protect. Whenever she laid sights on you, however, she tries to gauge her reaction based on the actions that you were to lay out, at first. Kiriko knows a thing or two about judging others based on their looks alone, considering she gets underestimated with her being a young adult in such a high-stakes type of environment nearly 24/7.

She would be more openly joking about it, not in a way to ever be derogatory or to be offensive ok any shape or form. Rather, making verbal comments to herself. These would mostly be her voicing her opinions on your build, and she would be lying that if seeing your form does make her a bit self-conscious of her stature. Kiriko would be very interested, and she would try to see it as more of a challange to try and best you out of different regimens—either in sports, exercising, etc.; Kiriko knew damn well that if she ever wanted to each the top shelf of anything, she'd need to as for your assistance—making herself feel as if she was a child all over again.

With witch Kiriko (rather, fortune teller), the girl would be pleasantly surprised to come across an oni; it's not the most outlandish thing that she's seen. The familiarity with your kind would somehow put Kiriko at ease, as she can easily predict what coukd happen next with you. She says that it's because of her expertise in her abilities as an oracle, trying to boast her skills in front of you. You may think she is trying to get another customer to pay for a vague, "foretold" explanation of their time ahead. However, she just wants to try to show off in front of you; as she needs to do something to distract her mind—Kiriko knows it's rude to stare, after all. Even if she could look at you for hours, at least.

Though, rest assured, Kiriko already knows what lies ahead in store for her; as the future certainly has you in it.

[sleeperzzz105]

Imma just drop this here

[odditycircus-2002]

A moment between Mother and Daughter

Random Scenario that came to mind based on those asks with Scorpion marrying a reader insert who is Quan-chi’s daughter, and then had a daughter with. And this clip:

*D/N: Daughter’s Name

Since you gave birth to your daughter, Hanzo wanted to keep her safe. So safe in fact, that your husband has explicitly banned D/N from leaving the walls of the compound, going so far as to instruct every guard he keeps stationed around the walls the same thing. This was not an issue when D/N was still a baby since the compound may as well have been the entire world as far as she knew. Yet, as she grew older, D/N became more aware of a world outside of her home and, like all children, found the idea of something they can’t have irresistible. But Hanzo denied his daughter's initial request to travel outside the compound, not wanting to risk his only living child's safety.

Similarly, you are wary of outside forces harming your daughter and want to keep her safe just as much as Hanzo does. However, you didn’t wish D/N to feel trapped within the compound’s walls and ignorant of the outside world. While you didn't like to go behind your husband's back, when D/N was five, and Hanzo felt more comfortable being gone for extended periods, you took it upon yourself to be your daughter's guide to the world outside.

Firstly, you swore your daughter to secrecy for this little trip, saying it'll be something just between you both. You then convinced the more sympathetic guards to let you and D/N slip past you, assuring them that you would travel quickly and are prepared for your small excursion. When you and D/N took your first steps outside the compound, your daughter was understandably cautious in stepping foot in new territory. That caution is thrown to the wind as D/N adjusts to the new sights and sensations, likely to run off if you weren't holding her hand the whole time.

Being her mother's daughter, D/N had a lot of questions about everything she saw, her curiosity boundless. Unlike Quan-chi, you didn't discourage these inquiries and did your best to answer everything your daughter had to ask. You explained to her how the bees collect nectar to make honey, why the small animals stored food, the mountains you lived on, the village far off in the distance, and why the Shirai Ryu had to stay hidden. You and D/N stumble across her father's namesake at some point, even pointing out as much. The scorpion was engaged in a life-and-death battle with a colony of ants determined to protect their home.

After briefly watching the scorpion fighting against the seemingly endless waves of ants, your daughter asked,

"Mama? Why is the scorpion fighting when there are more ants than it?"

You kneeled beside your daughter as you watched one of the many battles in nature.

"The scorpion you see is much like your father. They are both strong and swift, true. But do you know why the scorpion is feared?"

When D/N shakes her head, you give a patient smile.

"It's will."

The scorpion gives one final mighty swipe against the anthill, finally giving it the opening it needs to escape. You then place a gentle hand on D/N's back as the rest of the ant colony gives chase.

"Life is cruel, D/N. It cares not for where you hail from nor creed. Yet, that doesn't mean you have to be vicious as well. It's willpower that makes your life your own."

You use a bit of your magic to move some rocks to block half of the ant colony from further pursuing the scorpion. You then turn to face your daughter.

"Promise me, that you'll remember that cruelty is not always the answer."

D/N nods earnestly.

"I promise, mama."

You brush back a strand of your daughter's hair before standing up straight. You then glance towards the sun to see it dipping down, causing the shadows to lengthen.

"We better be heading home, we don't want your father to wander where we are. And remember,"

"Not to tell him where we've been."

D/N dutifully finishes. You nod, satisfied, before you take D/N's hand in yours and begin your trek home. You both then make your way back to the compound. Midway through your walk, you stop mid-step as your sensitive ears pick up the sound of leaves shuffling and light steps. Noticing your hesitation, D/N speaks up, her voice groggy, as she rests in your arms, exhausted from walking all day.

"Are we there yet, mama?"

"Not yet; I just wanted to stop and appreciate those orchids, as they've bloomed a bit too early. Can you see them?"

D/N scans the forest in front of her, spotting none of the flowers you spoke of.

"Where?"

"They're there, just keep looking."

You kept your tone light and nonchalant as you finally saw what you'd been hearing. Blending into the treeline is a mountain lion crouched against the ground, its haunches tense and its amber eyes fixated on you both. You frown deeply at the large feline, meeting its gaze unflinchingly as you tighten your hold on D/N ever so slightly, reminding you how tiny she is.

With a flash of hellfire from four eyes, a show of fangs, and a screech so high-pitched that D/N wouldn't be able to pick it up, the mountain lion immediately turned tail and scrambled off into its territory. The sound catches D/N's attention, who couldn't find any of the orchids you mentioned seeing.

"What was that, mama?"

"Just a wild animal passing through; we best be going as not to disturb them. It's their home, after all."

D/N accepted the answer, and you two could return to the compound without further incident. You replied when your husband later embraced you and asked how your day was.

"Nothing much happened."

Playlist while writing this:

"More Than Anything" from Hazbin Hotel

"You Will Be Okay" by Sam Haft

"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" ver by Dead Space

[lloline]

Onryō's guise

i really like how blizzard made this skin omg i'm in love *a fan of Hanzo was activated in me, so until season 7 ends, I decided to draw a couple of illustrations for this man finally*

[cyberbirb-arts]

Look at this handsome bastard.

[laismoura-art]

One more for the @subscorp-week!!!

I loved all the Prompts, but this one I was looking forward the most!

Day 7: Brother-in-law!🩵

Bi-Han: Spend some time with your in-law, they said!

Bihan: It will be fun! They said!

Bi-Han: I SURE HOPE YOU'RE HAVING LOADS OF FUN, HASASHI!

Hanzo, having fun:

Ok, so... I definitely put waaaaay too much effort into this one, but I simply LOVED doing this piece!

Inspired by this silly thing I found on Instagram:

I don't know how I prompted myself to turn it into my in-law piece, but I came to my senses it was already done lol!

[incorrect-mxtx-quotes]

Lan Jingyi: "gg pride month sweep"

Ouyang Zizhen: "sexuality diff"

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

EVENT POLL: ROAD TO FICTIONAL WRESTLEMANIA

MATCH 4: TRIPLE THREE TLC (Tables, Ladders, Chairs) MATCH FOR THE VACATED WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP

[bastardofodin]

Little progress update on a WIP. It's oni Hanzo, but turned into a cyberpunk demon. It's also a redraw of my older version.

[the-deadlock-south]

we lost the game but i won in looking cracked in front of strangers so did we (i) really lose (yes)

[mishlady]

YeeHan Week 2024

Day 4: Halloween

~~~

Echoes Through Time

The demon had been alive for a very long time. It had been long enough that he no longer counted decades of life, but centuries. So it was that he was in his thirtieth century of counting, not paying attention to the years before that. It had been that long since he had last truly felt connected with the world, felt like time was worth counting…..or himself even worth the effort to remember his name. Since he had lost his heart mate, the one whose heart beat with his across space and time. 

They had both been travelers specializing in the arcane when they had met, somewhere in the wilds of Tibet. He had saved the man from suspicious locals, who thought that the bronze skinned foreigner was some form of bad omen. They didn’t realize he was there to help stop the entity causing the issue. He still remembered when their eyes first met; they both had felt the tug around their hearts and deep within their souls the pull of the string of fate. 

They had quickly become friends and partners after that in the weeks that they worked in Tibet and the plains of Mongolia. The love came after, on the swift breeze of the sea on the boat back to Nihon. His love, tall and sun kissed, looked ethereally real, here and not, his shoulder length hair whipping in the breeze. His own hair was up in its usual topknot, wisps of hair falling from it. Time had held no meaning then as well, buoyed by their love and companionship. 

They had helped the young and defenseless, creating a sense of peace around their home. The demon with his martial arts, and his love with his crossbow and knives. He had often allowed his eyes to rove up and down his love’s body, clad in dark leathers and linen shirts. His love had returned the looks, a crooked sweet smile on his face. 

It had been midwinter when his love, his mate, had been ripped from him. They had of course gotten on the wrong side of people, even if they had been helping those people in the process. That, plus some wild idea that they were both men in love and that was some sort of hellish evil, had their enemies striking. He had become concerned when his mate had not come back from his midafternoon walk through the snowy woods. It had taken him until the early hours of the next morning to find him, laying up against a tree and surrounded by blood, bodies, and scuffed snow. 

His love was barely clinging to life; enough to open his eyes around the thick red and golden cloak still wrapped around his stabbed abdomen and chest. His hands shook as he stroked through his lover’s hair and along his jawline. His mate smiled at him, lips already blue from the cold and loss of blood.

“I’m glad that I got to see you one last time on this side of the veil, sweetness,” he had said in a whisper. “I think one of them got off one last little spell, one of amnesia and/or separation. I’ll be coming back to find you, my love, but it may be many lifetimes before I remember you. Please hold on for me as I find my way back to you, H—o love.” Even in his dearest memories, said by his heartmate, the demon did not feel worthy enough of his own name to be able to even think of his own name. 

He should have been able to save him, should have been able to do something - but no. All he could do, all he had done, was hunt down and punish those who had done the deed. In the process, though…..he glanced down at his gray, claw tipped hands. The revenge had been worth the living damnation, a curse laid upon him by the last enemy. The demon learned to shape shift and hide his now true form, living amongst humans for the years that followed. As time had gone by, the demon had indeed found his heartmate. Not in every single reincarnation - no, just enough to know that his mate was coming back - but the curse had rung true. His heartmate did not remember him, did not recognize him. 

The string of fate remained tied to the demon only, loose and fluttering. 

~~~~~~

The demon decided, in the middle of his thirtieth century of counting, to finally visit the home soil of his mate. The world had updated so much from centuries before, and so he was able to fly through the air without using any of his magical powers to get to America. As the flight landed and he got his bags, the demon reflected upon the last time he had seen his love. It had been forty years previously, as an older man who lived in the mountains. There had been more of a glimmer of recognition then. 

The heat was something that the demon had been mentally prepared for, if not physically. The streets of Santa Fe were an explosion of heat and geometric colors, with an underlying aura that brought tears to his eyes. It reminded him of his love so much that it brought an ache to the hole in his chest where that love used to be. Then…..came a familiar tug. A tug that he hadn’t felt since a cold winter’s morning in an era before one who would be called Christ would preach.

He followed it, needing to walk around some buildings instead of going straight through them. When he used his Sight, he could see the red string of fate pulled taut, leading away into the distance. It led him into a neighborhood full of houses, and when he saw the decorations he realized - it was Samhain. The decorations were of the more modern, non religious Halloween variety, and as the sun set people came out in droves in costume. The demon then felt that he could let loose the glamour, and blend in. He got a lot of compliments on the cool costume as he walked along to finally stop in front of a red adobe house with an ivory slate roof. 

The door opened for the inhabitant to give out candy, and the demon felt his heart squeeze for the first time in those centuries he had been alive. It was his love, his mate - still with the shaggy hair, still with half a left arm missing. He waited until there were no more children and night had fallen before he walked over to knock on the door. It opened with the man saying something good natured about “kids being late,” yet he could not hear it through the rushing in his ears. Their eyes met, and the man’s widened as he realized that what he was seeing was NOT a costume. A familiar red glint rose and faded in his left eye.

“Is….is that you, sweetness? Please tell me it’s you.” The man’s voice was again a whisper, ragged and full of emotion. The demon nodded, pressing a shaking hand to his mouth.

“It is me, my love,” he replied, voice deeper and with more of an echo to it. His mate ushered him inside, taking his bag and putting it somewhere. The demon looked around, finding the same style of cloak he always remembered his mate wearing all those years ago. Then he saw the little nook, set up as a miniature shrine from Nihon. A sakura bonsai sat next to a set of twin dragons made of jade, with a bowl of sand with three sticks of jasmine incense in the sand and standing straight up. They were burning in front of a memorial plaque, made of acacia wood and having kanji burned into it.

With a start, the demon recognized his own name staring back at him, and knew it to be made with love and intention. He heard the other walk up to him, and turned to face him. They stood there, both feeling so awkward after so long apart. 

“What happened, Hanzo? How did this…” his voice trailed off as Hanzo flinched at hearing his name. Hanzo then found his face being cupped by a warm callous hand and a cool metal one. His face was lifted up, and through the tears he saw the same love and devotion pouring out of him as Hanzo remembered. 

“I had to avenge you, my love,” Hanzo said. “The way I went about it had the gods deeming it fit to sentence me to a living purgatory as a demon. I….I have been alive since you died that first time.” Hanzo was pulled into a warm, long hug. Both of them cried, allowing for a catharsis of all the pent up longing and pain. They went slowly, catching up and becoming familiar with each other once again. Including a name change. 

“While I like the name Jesse, I’ve decided to go by Cole,” Cole said. “I’ve got just as many bad memories with that name as good, and I wished to set it aside.” Hanzo nodded, understanding yet knowing he would remain as Hanzo until he fully reached the end of his reincarnation and took steps into Nirvana. The days passed after that, along with learning how to live together again. Times had changed, as had viewpoints on the same sex loving each other. They came out to their neighbors; hung a rainbow flag outside of their house; and even made friends with a sapphic couple next door. 

It took another fifty years and moving back to their original home in Nihon for Hanzo to wake up one morning and notice something different in the cool morning breeze. It wasn’t the flowery scent, or the warmth of Cole spooning him from behind. No, it was the complete sense of peace deep within, next to his dragons, that alerted him to it. It took staring at his human hand for about thirty seconds before he realized he didn’t have his glamour on. Hanzo cried silent tears of joy at that.

For now, he knew as sure as his own name, that they could now grow old together. The universe and the gods had relented, seeing that they had truly grown and learned from their past. Now, they could die together, as in love then as they were when they first met all those ages ago.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Demon!Hanzo Shimada x Reader Headcanons

It's a shame overwatch sucks now :( I loved getting so many overwatch requests

🌙 He never allowed himself to have any sort of relationship, let alone romance, since he had been turned years ago. He always felt as though he didn't deserve to be loved, and the fact that he was now a demon cemented that feeling inside of him.

🌙 He was turned about a few weeks after he had killed Genji. Madness and grief overtook him and he decided to tempt fate to bring his bother back. He performed a ritual that had started to show some promise only for things to sour rather quickly. He woke up with a start, nor realizing he passed out during the whole debacle to find himself no longer human.

🌙 When he first met you, he shrugged you off as yet another Overwatch agent from the recall. It wasn't until you saved him on a mission in Prague did you both start to talk a bit. He only meant to stay and thank you, but you had somehow compelled him into staying for coffee.

🌙 He caught feelings for you after a while. It didn't help that he knew you liked him in ways you didn't like others. He could hear your heart flutter and race a bit in your chest when you would see him or start talking, and he could smell the desire rolling off of you in waves that hypnotized him.

🌙 It took a while of courting on both sides before you both had shared your first kiss. It was outside, the two of you somehow broke from the crowd of drunk and rowdy soldiers, both of you flushed at the cheeks with the faint taste of alcohol on your breaths. Hanzo loves how you taste, but fuck, he hated himself for falling for a human.

🌙 He tries to play things cool. Hell, there are days where you make him feel human again with all of the tender loving and sweet words. But then there are days where life really beats the shit out him to the point where he feels himself slipping only for you to help him feel grounded.

🌙 There had been times when you almost saw what he was. Whether it was on the field or on base as you both tried to live as domestically as you could. He feels so guilty for even letting it out as much as he has in the past. He's more so worried about you being terrified of him, of thinking of him as a horrible monster. He couldn't bear the thoughts of you being so scared and disgusted of him.

🌙 When you did eventually see him, it was by pure accident. He doesn't even remember what had gotten him so angry and so distracted, but it slipped. He didn't hear the door slide open but he heard your heartbeat quicken. The look of shock on your face made him want to vomit as he just stood there like a deer in headlights, but then you asked him if he was okay like nothing was wrong.

🌙 He's cautious at first to let his demon side slip out behind closed doors between the two of you. At first it was a rare treat, but with time passing and his nerves easing, he found it rather comfortable to lounge with you even though the bed you both shared could barely handle the size of him.

🌙 His tattoo changes when he turns, from the beautiful dual blue dragons to the red oni mask as swirls of red and black ink scatter down his arm. His dragons also change as well, the two normally calm dragons now act like pissy little cats that only you can calm with gentle petting and scratches behind their little ears.

🌙 He likes it when you take the time to look at him when he's turned. Looking at his sharp pearly fangs, holding his hands to get a nice look at his ebony claws, crouching down to look at his hooves. He finds it adorable with how interested in this you are.

🌙 He runs so fucking warm. There's no need for blankets or pillows, use him instead. Just lay on top of him like he's the bed with his arms wrapped around you, careful of where he puts the claws, and you'll fall asleep faster than anyone ever could.

🌙 Hanzo's sense of smell is something else. He can smell you from across the base, his nose cutting through all of the sweat and blood and canteen food the base holds just so he can sniff you out to calm his nerves. He can also sniff out how you're feeling, too. It's pretty helpful after a long day of bullshit.

🌙 His hearing is also impeccable. Normally he uses his supernatural hearing to help him scope out whatever target out on the field, but he also uses it to listen to your heart. Any difference and Hanzo is on top of it whether you're in need of comfort or a fist to whatever fucker's face that's bothering you.

🌙 He loves it when you stroke his horns and trace the grooves and curves. He loves the feeling of your fingers running through his raven black hair, twirling his locks, soothing him from the thoughts that haunt him.

🌙 His voice changes too when he shifts. It gets even deeper and scratchier, almost like there's a slight echo to his satiny voice. Some of his words can get a little awkward to the sharp fangs in his mouth. You could listen to him talk for hours, and sometimes, he indulges you.

🌙 The last thing Hanzo would to even dream of is hurt you. It's almost happened a few times by accident where Hanzo would try to grab you or protect you on the field only for you both to somehow be spared. Just thoughts of what he could do to you haunt his nightmares.

🌙 Hanzo isn't afraid to use his heightened strength around you. Whether it's lifting something up for you to get under or even hoisting you up into his burly arms. He won't admit it, but he loves to show off just for you.

🌙 Hanzo's eyes are pretty different when he's a demon compared to his human form. The whites of his eyes are blacked out and his pupils are no longer visible in the sea of amber that make up his irises. He loves it when they reflect off of your eyes.

🌙 He's pretty tall when he's like that. Often times he uses his powers for good like getting the annoying shit off of the top shelves. Other times, he likes to be a little asshole and puts shit on the top shelf.

🌙 He's had a few incidents where he would turn and ruin his clothes. He usually wears baggier clothes like what he uses to train in, but there would be times when he would be wearing a tight t-shirt or pants only for the damn things to tear. You would always find him muttering curses in Japanese as he peeled off the poor torn fabrics.

🌙 There have been a couple of times where you walked in to find him with something stuck in his horns or wrapped around his tail or hooves. The funniest time was when you walked in on him trying to re-string his bow while he was lounging in his demon form. The poor string was somehow wrapped around his claws and both horns.

🌙 It can be pretty awkward for him to kiss you with his fangs, but damn it all if he doesn't try! He loves it when you kiss him though, pushing past the feeling of his fangs pressing against you as his clawed fingers gracefully touch you.

🌙 If you want his attention to snap to you immediately, tug on his horns. A good tug shuts him up and has his eyes pinning you in place as a faint blush pinkens his grayish cheeks. He especially loves it when you tug on his horn to make it easier to kiss him.

🌙 You had bought him larger clothes so they would be baggy on his person when he would turn and he fucking loves them. They swallow him when he's human but they're fucking perfect when he's a demon. He's going to love them to absolute death.

[nightmarerodent]

Hanzo telling Kenshi stories about Takeda growing up:

Hanzo: It was an adjustment having someone so young at the Shirai Ryu, but I’m glad you chose me to train the boy. I know I’ve no right to say this, but raising him, treating him like my own; it helped dull the pain of an old wound I never thought could heal.

Kenshi: As I hoped it would. I regret not being there for him when he needed me but knowing he was in safe hands was a comfort worth more than gold. I’m glad he turned out well, all things considered, and that he didn’t cause you too much trouble.

Hanzo: Oh, no. Not at all. He was a well behaved boy. A prank or two here and there, but all innocent fun! He never caused anyone any trouble.

Kuai Liang in the corner, tightly gripping a glass of whiskey, having Vietnam flashbacks of the terrifying psychic Grudge child with a habit of appearing out of nowhere that was Takeda: 😑