#Private Reinhardt

[zombiegangster]

The Unmasked Teachers & Luchadores

Today’s Random Screenshots - S3E05b: Field of Screams

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🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(First Kiss Edition!)

(Not my picture!)

(I thought this song was perfect for this, I remember watching this in the movie theaters way back when, loved it and still do. The first time I saw a representation of some of my culture on that scale, such an underrated movie.)

- In any situation you guys are in, working together or having two different jobs? I don’t think it’d be a surprise when I say the first kiss happens very early into the relationship and they’re the one to initiate it.

- No coaxing or dancing around the subject, you’re getting kissed like three days into the relationship tops.

- If you guys work for Overwatch together, and y’all won a particularly rough mission after going back and forth with the enemy, emotions are high as the celebration of the triumph proceeds.

- It happens so suddenly, like you’re next to Venture, happy as a clam after putting your all into your fighting. Then, out of nowhere, you’re getting grabbed and pulled into a sudden and passionate kiss that leaves you stunned and flushed, silent as a church mouse when they pull away.

- You know that one scene in ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ Where Roger kisses Detective Valiant as if his life depended on it? It’s along the lines of something like that.

- You probably said something like, “I could kiss you right now!” After they saved you from getting pulverized and in their mind they went “Bet”.

- Trust me, they’re also kind of surprised that they actually did it—

- Time freezes for a moment as y’all kissed cause the team to go silent before an uproar from the particularly positive teammates— Causing even more cheering, especially if you have someone like Reinhardt on the team, he’d hype you guys up so much.

- That or if you guys are archeologists or simply have different jobs from one another it’s more private and Sloane can try to convince you that it was on purpose. But in Overwatch? Fuck no lol.

- The whole roster was like 80% sure you guys were a thing, but that went up 1000% when Sloane kissed you as if they needed it to breathe.

- Spreads like wildfire and by the end of the day everyone knows you guys are a couple, and a rather cute one on top of that.

- At least you guys don’t have to tell everyone that you’re a thing now.

- It makes Venture a little sad. They were planning something big to announce it cause they felt like it needed to be as special as they think your guys’s relationship is. They were biting back the urge to brag about it for 72 hours (the longest time they’ve ever kept something like that to themselves besides their feelings before you guys were a thing), all for naught.

- Reassure them it isn't a big deal and that if they look at it from a different perspective, the first kiss was a great way of doing it.

- They’ll spring back up when you say that, saying something like “Oh I planned to do it like that anyways!”

- You know, like a liar.

- Besides that little hiccup, it was a great first kiss, they wouldn't have it any other way.

- As one might expect, everyone has different views on the matter, with the positive ones that are like “Aweee look at them go!” And think it’s cute: (Ana, D.Va, Junkrat; a mix between neutral but more positive nonetheless, Kiriko, Lucio, Lifeweaver, Illari, Mei, Mercy, Reinhardt, Sigma; same as Junkrat)

- Neutral, like, “Oh, cool, congrats Ig”: (Brigitte; a bit more positive but still neutral, Baptiste, Bastion, Cassidy, Echo, Genji, Hanzo, Junker Queen, Orisa, Symmetra, Torbjorn, Solider 76, Roadhog, Sombra, Sojourn, Winston, Zarya, and Zenyatta: same as Brigitte but a bit more happy)

- Then the negative, the “I don’t need to know about about that you keep that to yourself”: (Ashe, Doomfist, Moira; sassy about it, Mauga; He’s like an annoying older brother that is constantly trying to embarrass their younger sibling— That sibling rivalry between him and Venture is wildddd, Reaper, Ramattra; a bit more neutral, Wrecking Ball; Blunt and mean about it too lmao, Widowmaker; graduated with her master’s degree in the art of being a hater).

(FINALLY! On the last scheduled headcanon post! Yippeee! Hopefully I’ll now be able to get some requests from y’all now that I’m done with this last one!)

[leorawright]

Reaper, Hanzo and Cassidy with a very affectionate s/o? also with ramattra and rein if you don't mind! (both platonic)

-🐺

Of course!

Overwatch with affectionate s/o (or friend)

Reaper

Immediately freezes anytime you hug him

He's the most touch starved person on this list

It takes him a week or two before he actually starts to return your hugs

When you first kiss him, he freezes before practically melting into it

He begins to adore any affection he receives from you and now he can't go to sleep without your cuddles

Hanzo

Second most touch-starved person

But he accepts your affection a lot quicker than Reaper

He's not that big of a fan of PDA, but you might feel him lace his fingers with yours

In private, on the other hand, he's absolutely melting into your arms whenever you hug him

He lives for your cuddles

He's really glad you like giving affection because he's too nervous to ask for it himself

Cassidy

Not very touch-starved but loves how affectionate you are

He loves holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, and (if you let him) carrying you around

You two almost always fall asleep tangled in each other's arms, and Cassidy wouldn't have it other way

If you kiss his cheek, he'll respond by covering your face with little loving kisses

Ramattra (platonic)

He can't really feel touch all that well but he can't help but enjoy the warmth that radiates off of you

Whenever he helps you and you hug him, he stops moving for a second before carefully embracing you back, making sure not to hurt you

He's not used to receiving affection since he hasn't had friends who hugged him since... ever

But with you, he definitely enjoys the hugs and starts to help you more often in order to receive them

Reinhardt (platonic)

This man gives affection to absolutely everybody

So when you always eagerly return his hugs he starts hugging you more often

Not many people are fond of his affection but you are and Reinhardt is ecstatic about it

He likes to carry you around on his shoulders while chatting with you

[girlactionfigure]

THURSDAY HERO: Armin Wegner 

Armenian refugees photographed by Armin Wegner, 1915

Armin Wegner was a German soldier stationed in the Ottoman Empire during World War I who was  witness to the Armenian Genocide. Disobeying orders, he gathered extensive documentation and took hundreds of photographs of atrocities committed against Armenians. Later, Armin became a fearless peace activist who was imprisoned for standing up to Hitler.

Armin was born in 1886 to an aristocratic Prussian family in the Rhineland area of Germany. He was educated at schools in Poland and Switzerland, and was a gifted poet, publishing his first volume of poetry, “I Have Never Been Older than as a Sixteen-year-old” as a teenager. He attended law school, but had the soul of an artist and spent the next couple of years (in his own words) as a “farmer, dock-worker, student of drama (with Max Reinhardt), private tutor, editor, public speaker, lover and idler, filled with a deep desire for unraveling the mystery of things.”

When World War I broke out in 1914, Armin joined the German army, serving as a medic in Poland. He received the Iron Cross for rendering care under fire. Armin rose to rank of second lieutenant in the German Sanitary Corps and was sent to the Middle East as part of a detachment to assist the Ottoman Army.

Stationed along the Baghdad Railway in Syria and modern-day Iraq, Armin was shocked to witness thousands of emaciated Armenian refugees forced onto death marches by the Ottomans. The horrifying reality of what was happening was being hidden, and Armin was ordered to keep quiet about what he saw as Germany did not want to alienate the Ottoman Empire, an important ally. Disobeying what he felt was a deeply unjust order, Armin went to great effort to collect proof about the systematic massacre of Armenians – the first modern genocide. Armin was willing to risk his life to document what was happening, and his extensive photographic record remains the most important evidence of the atrocities that occurred.

The Ottomans eventually found out what Armin was doing, and he was arrested by the Germans and sent back to Germany. Some of his photographs were destroyed, but he was able to smuggle out many negatives hidden in his belt.

After the war, Armin became a successful journalist and prominent anti-war activist. In 1919 he published an “Open Letter to President Woodrow Wilson” urging the peace conference to create an independent Armenian state.

He wrote extensively about the Armenian Genocide and testified in court at the trial of Soghomon Tehlirian, an Armenian who killed Talat Pasha, the Ottoman leader who orchestrated the atrocity. Armin’s testimony was so powerful that the court could not convict Tehirian for the assassination, even though there were many eyewitnesses. He was found not guilty for reason of temporary insanity.

Armin was a respected writer and cultural figure who co-created the German Expressionist movement in the mid-1920’s. After visiting the Soviet Union, including the Soviet Socialist Republic of Armenia with his wife, author Lola Landau, Armin wrote a book about his trip, which became a bestseller. It was a chilling account of the political violence endemic to Soviet Communist rule. At a time when many in the West were romanticizing the Bolsheviks, Armin was one of the few who could see where the situation was headed: totalitarian Stalinism.

Meanwhile in Germany, Hitler and the Nazi power gained power and in 1933 they urged a nationwide boycott of Jewish businesses. As someone who witnessed the Armenian Genocide and had many Jewish friends, Armin could not remain silent. He wrote an open letter to Adolf Hitler identifying himself as a proud Prussian who could trace his roots in Germany back to the time of the Crusades. In clear language he told Hitler that his persecution of Germany’s Jews would destroy the country. “There is no Fatherland without justice!” he said. Armin was the only writer to speak out publicly against Hitler. Swiftly, he was arrested by the Gestapo, tortured and imprisoned in harsh conditions for a year. In 1934 Armin was released, and immediately fled to Rome, where he changed his name and lived in hiding. His wife divorced him, leading Armin to later say, “Germany took everything from me… even my wife.” He never returned to his beloved homeland. For being the only cultural figure in Germany to speak out for the Jews, Israeli Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem honored Armin Wegner as Righteous Among the Nations in 1967.

Armin died alone in Rome in 1978, at age 92. Per his request, his gravestone contains a quote from Pope Gregory VII as he lay on his deathbed in 1085: “I loved justice and hated injustice/Therefore I die in exile.”

For bravely documenting the Armenian Genocide, and standing up to Hitler at great personal sacrifice, we honor Armin Wegner as this week’s Thursday Hero.

[xypherz]

Six Rooms

Details: Cole Cassidy x Reader, GN!Reader, fluff, 1.2k words

Warnings: A single curse word, mention of anxiety and reader insecurity, not proofread.

Being a recalled Overwatch hero isn’t easy. Omnic crises and vigilantes are enough to burn anyone out. Though you’re trained to handle situations like these, you need an escape. Some respite to ease your constant stress. 

This is not what you had in mind. 

You planned for a night in. A night all to yourself with no distractions. Sure, there are the other heroes around, but no mission, no omnics, no expectations, is all you wanted.

You planned to have your own room. Your own bed.

You did not account for someone being shoved into what you thought was your escape.

In the bathroom when it happened, you were just setting up essentials like your toothbrush and soaps, when you heard the door to your room being opened, followed by a deep grunt, and a small British voice.

“6 rooms, 7 of us, sorry!!”

The door slammed shut before you could even process what little information you were given. 

Contemplating if you wanted to sleep in the bathtub to preserve your mental solitude, you decided to check who invaded your space, voluntarily or otherwise. The hinges of the bathroom door made an uncomfortable squealing noise as you opened it to the rest of the room.

This is a sick joke.

Not only were you met with the man who had tripped your hopeless romantic heart down the stairs, but he was dressed down.

Cole Cassidy in a t-shirt and jeans? This was simultaneously the best and worst day of your life.

“Hey there, sorry to intrude, I wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter. You’d think I have some advantage on Tracer, but damn, she is stronger than she looks.”

You nodded, voice getting caught in your throat. You’d talked to Cassidy plenty of times, hell, you consider him a friend, but this is too different. You’d never really spoken with him outside of work in private. It’s always on a mission or with others.

“I can sleep in Reinhardt’s room if you’re not comfortable,” he said, voice seeming gentle when not muffled by commands and gunshots.

“No,” you replied, a bit too fast for your liking, “I’m okay with you staying in here, I just wasn’t expecting visitors.”

“Sorry for that, I wasn’t told about the room situation until a few minutes ago. I offered to stay in Reinhardt’s room in the first place, but Tracer insisted.”

“Not your fault, don’t worry about it,” you said sheepishly, eyes trailing to the elephant in the room. Cassidy’s eyes follow yours to the bed. Singular. 

“I’ll sleep on the floor, don’t worry your pretty head over it,” he said, offering a small smile while making his way to the open spot in front of the bed with his bag.

“No, I can’t let you do that, there’s no way that’ll be comfortable.”

“I’d rather the discomfort over yours.”

“I’ll be fine, really,” you said. Though you were aware of Cassidy’s chivalry, you didn’t want him to be in physical pain for your sake.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

“Well…” you trailed off, knowing the two of you were too stubborn to let the other be uncomfortable, “We can just share.”

His expression morphed into that of surprise, “I wouldn’t want to intrude more-”

“Cassidy,” you cut him off mid-sentence, “It’s okay, really.”

He resisted the urge to ask for reassurance again, “Okay, then. But if you need me to leave at any point, you can push me onto the floor,” he joked, lightening the awkward tension.

“You got it,” you smiled and walked to your bag, grabbing a set of pajamas and walking to the bathroom. Suddenly the weight of what you had proposed settled in when you looked in the mirror. You were going to sleep in the same bed with someone. Cole Cassidy, no less. The man you’ve been silently, or maybe not so silently to the other heroes, pining over for however long you’ve known him.

Maybe you did want to sleep in the bathtub.

You finished changing, brushing your teeth, and silently calming your anxieties and left the bathroom to see Cassidy was already changed. Any thought of how good he looked in jeans was replaced by how good he looked in boxers. He passed you as he walked to the bathroom while you approached the queen bed in the center of the room. Sitting under the covers, you decided to distract yourself until you were tired enough to sleep.

It was hard to distract yourself when Cassidy joined you in the surprisingly small bed. Maybe it was just the difference between it and his stature that made it seem small. Maybe it was your anxiety closing in on you.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Your thoughts were interrupted by Cassidy’s concerned question. 

“You’d be pushed on the floor by now if I weren’t,” you joked, though truthfully, it wasn’t far off. Had it been anyone else, you’d have been completely okay with them sleeping on the floor while you enjoyed your personal space. But it wasn’t anyone else.

He smiled a bit at your statement, though it seemed unsure. He leaned over to the bedside table and turned off the lamp.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You were still sitting up in the bed, staring into nothing as he laid down, his back turned to you.

“Hey, Cassidy?” Your voice came out before you could stop it.

He turned a bit to look at you, “Yeah? You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” you trailed off, “Sorry, I’m just thinking too much.”

“What’s on your mind?” He sat up fully, staring into the darkness with you.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Though you couldn’t see it, you felt his eyes turn to you. The anxieties you’d been staving off seemed to catch up to you. “I mean, I guess you’re nice to everyone, but… I don’t think I deserve it.” 

“I think if anyone deserves it, it’s you.”

You turned your head toward him, knowing his eyes were on you as well, but the space was too dark to see.

“Why?” The question held a lot of weight. Why had he asked you so many times if this situation was okay? Why had he refused to let you be uncomfortable? Why was he willing to sacrifice his own comfortability just for yours? Why did he always stay by your side during missions? Why did he help you through broken limbs and bullet holes? He didn’t need to do any of it.

So why?

He didn’t respond for what felt like too long.

“You think too much,” he said softly, lightly grabbing your jaw and pulling you closer to him. 

He waited. He waited for you to pull back. He waited for any signal that what he was doing wasn’t okay. Instead, you leaned forward, placing your hand at the back of his neck before pressing your lips against his. The kiss was sweet. It was slow with no expectations.

You pulled back a bit, the darkness making it easier to find your voice, “I definitely think too much.”

----

Your bag seemed way too heavy so early in the morning. 

You walked out the door ahead of Cassidy, turning the corner to head to the lobby. Reinhardt and Tracer were in front of you, halfway there already. A door opening made you turn your head, Mercy and Genji walking out of a room. 

“Didn’t we have 6 rooms?” you thought, when the realization dawned on you, “Well played, Tracer.”

[peterlorrefanpage]

Peter Lorre Portraits by Lotte Jacobi

This page has a full shot of that top pic!

Caption: "Member of the Reinhardt-Bühnen," referring to the privately run theatres under the direction of Max Reinhardt.

Lorre's expression in the pic with the hat mesmerizes every time I see it. He manages to look young and world-weary at the same time.

Now I could be wrong, but I believe the very top two pics that start off this post are from the same photoshoot. I've always thought the second one was weirdly chopped off on all sides, like there should be more of Peter to see (sometimes you see a smidgen more of his tie, but that's about it). At the very least, surely Jacobi would have framed it differently even if she had zoomed in on his face.

The pic with Peter in the adorable wig (and the "You can't trust me, but we'll have fun" expression) is from his role as Louis Antoine Leon de Saint-Just in "Dantons Tod" (Danton’s Death), 1929.

Peter is at the top of the crowd next to Walter Franck as Robespierre.

Here's my original post about Peter as Saint-Just.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Nam sunt litterae quidem ac libri certa rerum memoria et scibilium omnium communis apotheca.*

Vergerio

Letters and books are a record of things and the common treasury of all knowable things.*

I was once a guest here for a private wedding in Salzburg. It’s a stunning residence and well worth a visit if you are ever visiting Salzburg. If you think you recognise the Schloss Leopoldskron, then you might remember that it was used extensively for the classic movie The Sound of Music (1965).

In 1736, Salzburg prince-archbishop Leopold Anton Freiherr von Firmian built Schloss Leopoldskron as the family residence. Standing right next to the beautiful Leopoldskron Pond, it captivates with panoramic views of the surrounding mountain world. Because of his special ties to the palace, the prince-archbishop had his heart interred in the chapel of Schloss Leopoldskron.

Europe’s most famous theatre impresario, Max Reinhardt, purchased Schloss Leopoldskron in 1918. Over the course of 20 years, he restored this jewel of the Baroque to renewed glory. In those days, the palace also served as an international, high-profile meeting place for the artistic and cultural scene.

It was at the Schloss Leopoldskron that Max Reinhardt, together with Hugo von Hofmannsthal and Richard Strauss, founded the famous Salzburg Festival.

[yanderes-galore]

Please I ask for a yandere alphabet Reinhardt (Overwatch)???

Sure! I love this man too ^^

Yandere Alphabet - Reinhardt Wilhelm

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation implied, Kidnapping, Degrading behavior (Spanking as punishment), Violence, Jealousy, Isolation, Dubious affection, Dubious relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Reinhardt is an honorable, honest, and jovial character. He is a protector at heart and would be intense in the sense that he's overbearing. Reinhardt would want to smother his darling lovingly with his affection.

He loves you, he'd do anything for you, he wants to be your shield.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Reinhardt strays away from murder. His younger self might have beat up someone the moment they approached you. However, nowadays he saves it for when you could be in danger.

But that doesn't change the fact he still has to try and suppress the urge of using violence to isolate you from others.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would treat you like you could break. Similar to Zarya, he's a strong character. When he has you in his care he doesn't want to mock you.

If anything he wants to provide and care for you. He wants to hold you and pamper you in affection. He means well with his love for you… but he isn't showing it right.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He tries not to.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

I feel Reinhardt is very open with you. He can let his guard down around you in private and tries not to lie to you. He wants to be honest with his feelings towards you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Disappointed yet tries to work things out. He tries to calm you down knowing you can't hurt him. Afterwards he scolds you but offers to talk things out with you.

Will that make you feel better?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and he doesn't.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When it comes to Reinhardt there isn't many. I feel one of the worst experiences would be him snapping and confronting someone too close to you.

Reinhardt may still have a temper to him so he'd start with arguing… but might start getting violent if he felt someone was trying to take you from him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Reinhardt wants to provide for you. He wants you to stay at home and wait for him. He wants to be your shield and please you in any way he can.

As long as you stay home and safe… he's happy.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

A little but he tries to cope. Younger him might lash out but not his current self… much.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Very affectionate and nearly smothering. He tries to be careful as he doesn't want to hurt you. Yet he sticks closely around you and maybe even carries you around due to his strength.

He'd kiss you, hug you, and treat you like his cute hopefully spouse. He'd be incredibly protective of you, too.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Reinhardt seems like he'd be very traditional. He compliments you, he flirts with you, he acts like a gentleman to “court” you. Reinhardt would start with being your friend then try to go from there.

He seems like he'd hide his yandere tendencies then reveal them when it's too late for you to leave

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

A little, not by much though.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Reinhardt wouldn't want to punish you… but I have a feeling he's probably into spanking and scolding? Not sure why but it just seems like he'd treat you like a brat.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He tries not to take many unless he has to.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Surprisingly patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He probably could not move on from you, you're his true love… how could he?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little and maybe.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Unsure, maybe curiosity?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Reinhardt immediately goes to comfort you. You may try to push him away but he just scoots closer. He wants you happy… he feels he can make you happy.

You just have to let him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Less likely to murder.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Giving genuine care and reciprocating before he snaps.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally unless maybe for punishment, but even then not much. He hates doing it.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Praises you a ton. He would go to great lengths to be with you. Probably also a body worship kind of guy for both of you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Months to maybe years.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally.

[owlwithanapple]

The Archer.

Part 01

Hanzo Shimada X Y/N

Before you joined Overwatch, you were a medical soldier on the battlefield. You have seen countless life and death, you have also seen many people wandering between life and death. You cherish all life very much, because you know how simple the result of life and death is. Then Overwatch discovered your talent and invited you to be a medical doctor.

Overwatch Headquarters Base———

"Stop!Dva! You still need to take medicine if your fever has not completely subsided!" You chase Dva and shout.

"I don't want it! That's so bitter!" Dva runs fast.

"You are not allowed to run around in the corridor!" Jack shouted.

You immediately stop and stand still for fear of pissing off Jack.

"Because Dva want to go back her room to play games without taking medicine." You say.

"Dva didn't take the medicine?" Jack wondered.

"Yes, she didn't eat, that's why I ran after her..." You noticed that Dva slipped away quietly, you ignored Jack and rushed straight to chase Dva. "Come back! Dva!"

"Don't chase after me again!" Dva run.

Since Hanzo officially joined on the first day today, Genji is introducing him to the headquarters base. They suddenly heard a noise.

"Why is it so noisy?" Hanzo said.

"I don't know either." Genji said.

At this time, Dva ran to the direction of Genji and Hanzo.

"Genji! Catch Dva!" You shout. Genji subconsciously grabbed Dva's hand to prevent her from escaping.

"Genji, you traitor! I won't help you play games anymore!" Dva nonsense.

"I'm really sorry." Genji apologized.

"Genji, don't apologize if you're right. Dva, you... You are the tank hero in the team. What if you need to come out at the critical moment and you get sick again? You speak patiently.

"I know! I'll eat it..." Dva take medicine.

"Y/N You're so horrible. You're not so fierce at ordinary times." Dva whispered.

"If you take medicine and don't lose your temper, I will treat you gently." You said with a smile.

"You are so awesome that you can catch up Dva." Genji admires it.

"Of course, don't underestimate me as a medical soldier. It's not a day to chase patients." You say.

You noticed a man you didn't know standing behind Genji in Japanese-style clothes and a conspicuous tattoo on his left shoulder. You find that there is a slight cut in his finger, and you reach out to touch him. He took two steps back to keep a distance from you and pulled up his bow to prepare for the attack posture.

"What do you want to do?" Hanzo is vigilant.

"Brother, Y/N is our new medical soldier." Genji comforted him.

"Genji, is he your brother?" You are confused.

"That's right. Sorry, he didn't know you, so he was wary of you. " Genji bowed and apologized.

"It doesn't matter to me. I'm used to it. Ermmm, Genji's brother, remember to bandage your fingers. If you pull the bow again, the wound will crack." Leave when you're done.

"Y/N is so cool! How can she be so calm? The legendary special medical soldiers." Dva said.

"Brother, you must apologize to Y/N. It's too rude to suddenly pull the bow and point it at the person." Genji said.

"She suddenly stretched out her hand. I didn't know if she wanted to see my wound." Hanzo said indifferently.

"Hanzo, you are so stubborn." Dva said.

"What did you say?" Hanzo asked.

"Nothing!" Dva ran away.

"I'll continue to introduce the headquarters base to you first, and think about how to apologize later." Genji comforted him.

You go back to the infirmary——

"Dva took the medicine?" Mercy asked worriedly.

"She is finally willing to eat it. I've been chasing her for a long time." You sit in the chair and say.

"Hahaha, you two really have fun. You two always fight together." Mercy said with a laugh.

" Although we are comrades-in-arms, we are also good friends in private." You answer.

"By the way, can you help me go to the training ground to check Reinhardt's bandage? I have to go on a rescue mission." Mercy asked.

"Let me take care of it. The bandage..." You think of Hanzo.

"What's wrong with the bandage?" Mercy asked.

"It's okay! I'll go to Reinhardt first." You leave the infirmary.

You arrived at the training ground--

"You'd better have a good rest, Reinhardt." Lucio said.

"Yes, Reinhardt, you need a good rest." Mei shouted.

"Hahahaha! I'm all right! It's just a minor injury!" Reinhardt said with a smile.

While looking for Reinhardt, you saw Genji and his brother. They noticed you, Genji greeted you and you waved to them. At this moment, you saw Reinhardt wrapped in a bandage waving his hammer. You remember that he needs to rest for a time because the wound has not fully recovered. You shouted in the direction of Reinhardt in anger.

"Put down the warhammer!" You shouted.

The training ground fell into a calm...

"Y/N! You're finally here." Mei and Lucio said at the same time.

"Oh Shit!" Reinhardt immediately put down the warhammer.

You noticed that Genji and Hanzo looked at you with a surprised expression. You ignored them and shouted in front of Reinhardt.

"What is a minor injury? The wound is cracked and sutured again! Do you know how much it takes to sew a wound?! Great hero!" You shouted.

"Okoy, I got it. Calm down..." Reinhardt said in a panic.

"Calm down?! How do you want me to calm down? Patients should rest and don't splash here!" You shouted.

At this time, Lucio and Mei ran behind Hanzo to hide.

"Y/N is so strong that she even dares to roar at Reinhardt." Mei said.

"I didn't expect to see Y/N vs Reinhardt with my own eyes." Genji said.

"How do I feel that there are flames around Y/N?" Lucio said.

"Why are you two hiding behind me?" Hanzo looked at both of them.

"I know. I'm going to rest right now!" Reinhardt said nervously.

"Very good. Mercy told me to give you a new bandage. If I find out where you are waving the hammer again, I will never have mercy. "You said calmly.

"Ok!" Reinhardt took the bandage and left the training ground.

"Ana is not here, and he is messing around like this." You sighed and said.

You turned your head and found Genji, Genji's brother, Mei and Lucio standing in the distance and looking at you. You put your hands into the pockets of your coat and remember the bandages and disinfectant you took in the infirmary. Take a deep breath calm down and walk to them.

"Hello, excuse me for a moment." You said it.

The four of them looked at you doubtfully.

You pull Hanzo's hand over before he reacts. You put the disinfectant water and bandage on the palm of his hand, then turn around and leave.

"This is..." Hanzo was surprised to see you hand him disinfectant and bandages.

"Bandages and disinfectant?" Mei and Lucio asked.

"Look, brother. Y/N is not malicious. " Genji persuaded him.

Hanzo saw the disinfectant water and bandage you handed him into meditation. He obviously did too much to you, but you are concerned about his injury. He put disinfectant water and bandages in his pocket.

After you leave the training ground, go back to the infirmary to rest.

"He should hate me, I suddenly handed it to him. What if he throws it away directly? Haizzz... If he hates it, just hate it. Blame yourself for being too much trouble." You lie on the table and worry.

"Y/N, please go to the emergency room immediately! Repeat! Y/N, please go to the emergency room immediately!" Athena report.

You immediately got up and ran to the emergency room.

"What's going on?" You gasped and said.

"Cassidy was hit by a bullet, there was a hemostasis on the way back." Brigitte said in a panic.

"Understood. I will treat him now, you can help me arrange a bed for Cassidy." You go into the emergency room immediately.

"Yes." Brigitte immediately ran to prepare the bed.

After you have prepared medical supplies, start treating Cassidy. Although he avoided the fatal part, you still had a scan just in case. A few hours passed by little, and the treatment was over. You arrange Brigitte and Lucio to escort Cassidy to the ward for rest.

You completely disinfect the emergency room before you leave. You go to the lounge to find a seat and sit down.

"Huuuu ～ as long as it's okay." You close your eyes and whisper.

There was a knock on the door. You open your eyes and see Hanzo holding a bottle of tea.

"Hi, Genji's brother." You said.

" Hanzo. Hanzo Shimada. " Hanzo said.

"Oh... Hello, Hanzo. Are you coming to have a rest, too?" You asked.

"No, I'm here..." Hanzo whispered.

"Have a seat then we talk," you said with a smile.

"Okay." Hanzo sits next to you.

"What should I do? It's strange. He has less to say than Genji." You think.

"I'm sorry... and thank you." Hanzo said.

"Ah? Why do you apologize and thank again? " You are surprised.

"I obviously did something too much to you, but you still care about my injury." Hanzo whispered.

"Oh...what happened just now? I don't mind. I also want to apologize to you for suddenly doing something rude to you. " You comfort him.

"You're right, it's my fault." Hanzo said indifferently.

"Hanzo Shimada, we are even. So don't divide right and wrong again, okay?" You said with a smile.

"Ah... okay. By the way, you can take this tea and drink it. " Hanzo said.

"Did you send it to me specially? Thank you, Hanzo!" You said happily.

"You're welcome, Dr.Y/N." Hanzo said.

"Y/N is fine." You said with a smile.

"Okay Y/N." Hanzo smiled.

Your stomach is rumbling, you cover your stomach and look to the other side shyly.Hanzo looked at you doubtfully.

"Y/N, are you hungry?" Hanzo asked.

"Yes, I forgot to eat lunch." You answered shyly.

"Do you want to have dinner together?" Hanzo asked.

"Ok! Let's go!" You get up and go immediately.

You leave the lounge with Hanzo and go to the cafeteria.

"Hanzo, are you an archer?" You are curious.

"That's right." Hanzo replied.

You two are in silence--

"My God, I thought it would be more topical when I got to know each other. The result is still the same." You think awkwardly.

"Umm Hanzo, why did you join Overwatch?" You asked curiously.

"It's kind of making up for Genji..." Hanzo whispered.

"I seem to have asked questions that should not be asked!" You think.

"I'm so hungry ～I'm really hungry～" You laugh and hum.

"Will arrive soon." Hanzo said.

"Yes!" You said with a smile.

Arrived at the cafeteria——

"Hi, brother, Y/N." Genji waved his hand and said.

"Hi." Hanzo said.

"Hello, Genji~" you said with a smile.

"Did my brother apologize to you?" Genji asked in a low voice.

"That's right. He is unexpectedly very serious about things." You say it quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Hanzo stood behind you and asked.

"Nothing! I'm going to find Dva first! Bye-bye! " You

left nervously.

"Wait a minute, Y/N..." Hanzo whispered.

Hanzo's hand is holding the disinfectant and bandage you gave him in his pocket. He wanted to ask you to wrap him up, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"Dva ah Dva ah, do you eat porridge?" You sit down and ask.

"Yes, I will eat snacks when I get better. You have to eat with me then!" Dva said with a laugh.

"Oh, no problem. It's your treat." You say.

"You've gone too far!" Dva said.

"Who told you not to take medicine and want to run away?" You said it mischieously.

"Oh! Oh, by the way, how are you getting along with Hanzo? " Dva asked quietly.

"Ermmm, to be honest, we don't know each other, so we don't have a common topic. But he is a good person, but I just feel that he is a little slow." You whispered.

"So that's it. That's right! Let's have a welcome party to welcome Hanzo join Overwatch!" Dva said excitedly.

"When you get well, we will invite him then." You said with a smile.

Part 01 The End.

To Be Continued…..

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

[overwatchables]

Heyyy! I saw your post and was wondering if you could write some Genji headcanons (or one shot) of him developing feelings for a Fem! Reader who’s restoring his body from cybernetic back to human?

I’d be happy to! Really dig this concept! I feel like i could definitely do a bigger, oneshot ficlet on this, but i’d like to be able to devote more time to it when i’m less busy. For now, i’ll write some HC’s. 

(warnings; small spicy section at the end)

‘ He has a strange relationship with his body. Over the years, it’s been relentlessly poked and prodded, upgraded and altered, lorded and abhorred; and Genji has had to learn to live with inhabiting a weapon of a body that is not private, that does not and never will belong to him. ‘

Genji HC’s

(GN! Reader, restoring his body to human)

I’m going out on a limb and saying that this takes place after current canon, some years in the future. Mainly because I can’t see Genji getting rid of his cybernetic body until the conflict and his time serving Overwatch is well and truly done.

It’s a very big, life altering choice he makes for the sake of his own inner peace, something he thinks about extensively and consults both Zenyatta and Angela on. When he finally makes the decision, and gets the go ahead from medical professionals, Genji is very much ready to say goodbye to this body.

It’s a gradual, painstaking process. You’re at the forefront of the medical team which will be overseeing Genji’s transformation. Angela had recommended you herself, and Genji has often heard her speak highly of you; this bright eyed, brilliant medical graduate with a slightly overzealous eagerness to help those in need. 

You’re brought on board some years after the recall to specialise in helping out the veterans. Assisting Reinhardt with physical therapy. Fine tuning Sojourn’s prosthetics. You practically jump at the chance to assist with Genji’s case.

Genji finds your dedication... admirable. 

Admirable, and perhaps a little bit stupid. He knows that this is a big job to take on for someone so green, and privately he’s rather wary on whether or not you’ve got the stomach for it.

He’s a little bit tired and jaded at this point, and the man just wants to finally settle down for a life of peace, to properly reconcile with his brother and see where the remainder of his life takes him. Your enthusiasm is refreshing for him, though, and while he’s friendly but guarded, he can’t help but inevitably warm up to you the more time he spends in your presence.

The job demands late nights, extensive study and almost constant regular interaction with each other. Nightly visits become a thing, and it’s at these meet-ups that a sort of tentative bond begins to unfold between you:

It all starts with a text message from you; sent at some ridiculous hour when you’ve lost track of time, asking Genji if he’d be able to stop by to discuss his bloodwork results. Genji himself is a notorious night owl, but he’s a little baffled to see the message pop up on his holopad at 1:30AM. This is the hour for late night meditation, or secret rendezvous between lovers - not for medical appointments!

He worries that perhaps something might’ve flagged up seriously wrong in his bloodwork for you to be alerting him so early in the morning. Yet another slightly more ridiculous notion - that perhaps is him getting a little presumptuous - almost entertains the idea that this might be a booty call. Genji quickly puts that thought to bed. Whatever your intentions are, he decides to humour you, throwing on a hoodie and texting you back that he’ll be there right away. 

He enters to find you, a little ragged looking, empty cups of coffee and papers strewn around you at the table. You hardly even seem to notice him coming in, eyes framed with drowsy bags, still staunchly focused on the papers in front of you.

Genji clears his throat with a metallic sort of whirr, announcing himself. 

“Pulling an all nighter?” 

You flinch at the sound of his voice, startled, blinking like an owl. It takes you a split moment to shake yourself off, run a hand through your frazzled hair, and offer him a coffee-breath smile.

“Genji! You came.”

“I did,” Genji affirms, “although it’s a strange hour for a medical examination, I have to say.”

You merely stare at him in confusion for a moment, then let your gaze drift to the clock. Your eyes widen again in shock, smacking yourself on the forehead. Genji watches, bemused, as your expression appears to cycle between horror and embarrassment.

“Oh my God, is that the time? I’m so sorry, I’ve been so caught up I must’ve lost track - I didn’t even notice!”

“I thought it might’ve been an emergency,” Genji shrugs, “so I came anyway.” 

“Oh, no, not at all! Your bloodwork came back fine. I just thought I should follow up with it. I was, um... under the impression that it was much earlier in the day, was all,” you explain sheepishly. You dip your head reverently, and get back to profusely apologising. “God, I’m so sorry. I must have woken you up. Please, forgive me. Feel free to go on back to your room, we can reschedule this for another... more appropriate time.”

He chuckles, brushing off your concerns good-naturedly. Maybe he should feel a little annoyed, but instead, Genji just feels a smile itching at his mouth, and a spike of almost affectionate pity for you. In a swift, gentle breeze of movement, he pulls out the plastic waiting chair and seats himself politely at your side. 

“Do not worry. I am usually awake at this hour. I don’t settle down for the night till around 2AM. Might as well put it to good use, eh?”

 From then on, Genji makes it a habit to devote some of his late nights to visiting the medical ward; patiently undergoing tests or simply keeping you company as you arduously sift through your notes. He’ll bring you words of encouragement, food and beverages; fruit bowls from the cafeteria, a nice, cold bottle of water from the vending machine. He makes sure you’re not overworking yourself and scolds you when you’re spreading yourself too thin. 

Purely professional talk slowly but surely becomes personal. You chatter ranges from talking about your day, silly anecdotes, rememberings of times past, or abstract, sleep-deprived deep talks about the meaning of life and the universe.

It’s unavoidable for you, becoming close with Genji. Naturally, such an intimate procedure requires a particular closeness with the patient. Knowing him in every minute aspect: clued in on every bodily symptom, even the uncomfortable but necessary parts such as bowel movements or fluctuations in sex drive. 

Genji takes all this in relatively good stride. Lord knows the poor guy is used to it. He has a strange relationship with his body. Over the years, it’s been relentlessly poked and prodded, upgraded and altered, lorded and abhorred; and Genji has had to learn to live with inhabiting a weapon of a body that is not private, that does not and never will belong to him, really. 

Still, he finds himself getting a little bit flustered, sometimes, especially when questions or medical procedures entail intimate parts of his physiology. And it seems this is a likewise phenomenon for you. He watches your cheeks flush a deep red, avoiding his eye and apologising profusely for the invasion. And Genji realises, then, that he finds your sudden shyness exceptionally endearing. 

This is it; the first symptom of a larger, underlying problem. This is when he begins to suspect that his feelings for you have begun to take a turn from the professional to something a little more complicated.

Once upon a time, Genji Shimada had been a playboy, in all respects of the word. Neglecting his clan duties for frivolous things, he toted around a different girl on his arm every night and flirted with practically anything that moved. 

That had been a long time ago, of course, and he’s a much different man now. Age and hardship have tempered his unruly nature. But all of a sudden, with this newfound, rose-tinted attraction, he finds himself feeling and behaving like a teenage boy again. Some of the aspects of his younger self have been miraculously resurrected.

He can’t help himself - any chance he gets he’s firing cheeky, playful quips at you. Bringing you food to share or coffee on your lunch and tea breaks, offering you his arm on your casual afternoon strolls. It feels like a wonderful reward to coax a smile out of you, or see your face heat up with a flush of bashfulness. It’s even more exhilarating when you reciprocate his flirtatious banter.

The tension between you fast becomes unbearable. The meeting of eyes and physical touch tends to linger just a little too long; charged, intimate. In spare moments you accompany each other everywhere. People start to notice your closeness and begin to suspect. 

At dinner, Hanzo narrows his eyes and pointedly asks him what ‘the nature of his relationship with this doctor is,’, and Cassidy, eloquent as ever, outright asks Genji ‘’whether or not the two of you are screwin’ ’’, because he’s thinking of asking you out for a drink. “So you’d better hurry up and make a damn move, ole’ boy,” Cole nudges, teasingly, “-or somebody else will.”

NSFW

When the pair of you finally do acknowledge your attraction to eachother, it doesn’t take long for things to become physical.

Late night meetings in the medical office really do become midnight rendezvous. Genji will take you on the surface of your desk, passionate, frenzied and tender, with the utmost attentiveness to your pleasure. 

Singing praises into your skin, of how much he’s yearned for you these past months, lusted over you. Of how eternally grateful he is that you’d both wandered into eachother’s lives. 

And yes, maybe you do take notes on Genji’s performance in bed, especially when he’s midway through having his cybernetic body replaced with transplant and/or flesh prosthetics. It’s important to gauge how much sensation he is able to feel with his new body, and the pair of you can explore that much more intensively together now that you are intimate. 

[protect-daniel-james]

I have been writing! There is so much inspiration out there, and my life has been - surprisingly? - going so well lately! I just want to finish some fics before I go on holiday (Netherlands and Belgium) in two weeks.

So, what's in store? Please note that the names are not the real names, they are the names of the files I write the fics in (yes, I am no longer writing directly in drafts of AO3, it was a bit too brave and backfired a couple of times)

Daddy A in the army - this one is taking forever because it is....tough. I got the Zinky Boys book from my local library, and I will probably have to go through that for some more inspiration

His uncle was more pragmatic. “God helps those who help themselves," he said when Roman Arkadyevich brought up the topic of young men returning from their two-year service with wives, kids, apartments, and a bumaga entitling them to vacation in Bulgaria.  With that in mind, Roman Arkadyevich bought the three lucky packets of cigarettes; ready to meet Lady Luck halfway. Naturally, his packets of cigarettes were confiscated on the first day.

Pippo's wedding - this should be a short lemon-y smut because we all know the Inzaghis and we know what they are.

It’s not even ten in the morning and Simone is on his second glass of wine - it’s not a big deal, everyone around the house has already had something, right after their morning coffees, toasting to the groom’s health and happiness, but Simone stayed sober throughout the season, pedantic and precise as ever, wanting to always keep his mind clear throughout the season. Now even the small amount of alcohol, combined with the heavy humid air before the rain that was forecasted for the day, made his head swim.

Numa numa iei - because what's not to love about random EURO pairing

“Nikoushek.” Now he’s mocking him. Nikoushek is a specific memory that not everyone knew about. “Nikoushku,” he corrects him, burying his fingers in the dark roots of his hair. He wishes Adrian kept it longer, all over his head, and didn’t shave the area around his ears and nape. “You use the vocative case when addressing someone.” “Vocative case, what is that. Nikoushku,” Adrian repeats, and his eyes shine brighter than before. “I can’t even speak Romanian properly,” he jokes, before laying his head down on his captain’s bare chest. He can’t resist, and places a quick peck on the skin. He likes the contrast between the bare, hairless chest and the arms covered in tattoos of significant memories from Nicolae’s eventful life. The arms are for the world to see, to learn Nico’s birth date, see the image of his grandmother, admire the colors of the flag, read the names of his children, and get to know the sources of his motivation, Biblical, fictional, inspirational – but the chest is only for him to see.

Juicy - finally putting on "paper" the food kink Ange/Poch fic that celebrates juiciness in all forms, good food, loving good food, loving yourself, and all the good summer Greek-Aussie-and-Argentine stereotypes together.

Juicy. He couldn’t think of a better word. There was so much under his skin - so much to touch and knead and hold onto and rub - and the excess of everything about Ange, his body, his hair, his deep voice, the smile that usually played in the corner of his lip, it all filled Mauricio’s head with a soothing sense that everything will be alright.

Lentemente - it is called this because of the Django Reinhardt song Lentemente mademoiselle, no idea *why* though. It's the Unai x Andoni bookstore!librarian!AU, it's fun and sweet and soft and pointless

“I’m sorry – I noticed you have been standing here with this specific book – “ He quickly glanced at the book’s cover, just to quench his private and nosy curiosity over the book that seemed to have captured the customer’s full attention. It looked like one of those cheap paperbacks dedicated to sensationalistic retelling of history, politics, or anything else – but the cover was nicely done in a clean, aesthetically pleasing way, showing a traditional house façade. Que disent les maisons basques? He had to smile; it didn’t seem like the most thrilling read. “ – and there is a line outside,” he finished his sentence, trying not to seem too judgemental of the book of choice. He made some calculations in his head already – he’d never seen anyone even just remotely interested in buying this book, and he certainly never sold a single copy of it. It was one of those volumes that was always there during the physical inventory and yet Andoni wanted to keep it – if nothing else, it had a nice cover and looked professionally made, which wasn’t the case for some of the faster-selling ones. It was a French-language book, which added a sense of internationalism – and it concerned a local theme, the traditional inscriptions on the lintels of rural houses. It was exactly the kind of book he liked to keep in the shop, even if it wasn’t selling well – it added a sense of rootedness to the place.

[ow-old-men]

I’m obsessed with the idea that old overwatch were all wrapped up in each other in ways unimaginably tender and complicated, and that it manifested in them addressing each other in fucking nonsensical ways.

Gabriel calls Ana ‘love’, but he’s also the only one who occasionally calls Jack, his actual lover, ‘John’

Reinhardt uses ‘friend’ and ‘darling’ interchangeably for all of them

Torb literally refuses to discuss anyone as anything other than ‘my colleague’, including Reinhardt who has spent the last 16 christmases in his home

Jack has a weird habit of addressing his closest friends by their last name, though he often makes nicknames of them too. It’s been a while since he’s called Reinhardt anything but ‘Will’ in private settings

[leorawright]

ok so remember Reinhardt origin so what if he met Reader who's his mentors grandchild and also a crusader

Reinhardt origin was so sad!! Also I love this prompt

Reinhardt meeting his mentors grandchild

First of all, you remind him so much of Balderich that he's about to cry

You bring back a lot of wonderful memories for him

He's super excited to meet you and basically becomes your new grandpa

He's super cheerful despite the sadness behind his mentor

When you two are in private it is nice to have someone to mourn with, someone who understands

He shares all the memories he has of Balderich to make you smile/laugh

He's super protective of you since you're basically the last living link he has to his old friend

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Moonfire Mayham

"Why the fuck are there hatchings in the liberty leave briefing?" Philippe mock-demanded, fixing a scowl on his face.

"Hatchlings are here because they're getting to go to Moonfire for the first week." Lysette, the newest 2IC for the House Dzemel dragoons responded. She lifted a booted foot off a chair as Reinhardt moved into the cluster.

"I see babysitting duty's on the menu for the first week." He commented, dropping down onto the chair. "Sucks to be you..."

"Whatddya mean 'sucks to be you'?" Came the retort from Stella, a House Fortemps dragoon. She glared at Reinhardt--or rather she and Noelle--her inner dragon--did. Reinhardt felt Paien shimmer into reality around his neck, his other half smirking.

"I'm not going to be in this mess. Have fun running herd this week." A shit-eating grin spread across Reinhardt's face as his seatmates exploded in curses.

"Listen it's not on me that you didn't put in for your time when your captains asked for it back then."

"You fuck!" Stella snapped, kicking the back of Reinhardt's chair as the auburn-haired dragoon cackled. Noelle was hiss-spitting at Paien, who just looked very smug.

"I wonder if we can fight to claim his vacation time." Philippe wondered aloud.

"I have zero qualms throwing your ass off off the Cathedral." Reinhardt reached into his pocket for his tomestone. "And I don't want to see any of you fucks loitering by us in Costa. Go find your own food!" Of course he was expecting the unit to ignore this and show up, it was practically tradition at this point.

"We should probably--"

"Attention!!" Came a shout. Every single dragoon stopped what they were doing, bolting to their feet. All eyes fixed on the front of the room, where Brucemont had just gotten on top of a small platform. Behind him, Helgrim cleared his throat.

"At ease!" He called. As one, the dragoons sat down. At a nod from Brucemont, Helgrim continued.

"This is the safety brief for those who drew the short straw for this half of the Moonfire Faire! If your ass is scheduled for liberty for the second week, then why the fuck are you in here!? If we find out you're scheduled for second week guess what you're gonna be doing for the full fuckin fortnight?! Check your leave papers now!"

"Always a dumbass that forgets." Lysette muttered, the group nodding in agreement.

"First Lance has the floor!"

"Here we go!" Stella stage-whispered, starting to giggle. Philippe was starting to snort, Lysette was biting back laughter, and Reinhardt was covering his mouth. Titters could be heard from various other locations. On the platform, Brucemont sighed. He fully anticipated a body count on the first day. The Admiral was probably already laying bets and placing ringers.

Ah well.

"Do not add to the population!" He bellowed. "Do not subtract from the population! Do not end up in these three locations; jail, the newspapers, or the infirmary! If you end up in the first, establish dominance quickly! If you end up in the second, you will be praying to the Fury for death by the time I'm done with you! If you end up in the third, you're going to wish that you had stayed there by the time I'm done with you! Pay your fucking bar tabs! Hydrate! That is all."

----

Note: Hatchling= squire, private

[junkratsjunkertown]

Hello, can I get a damage S/O who has two sets of wings on their back and have hanzo's reaction to it when they first meet then how he feels about it after awhile.

Sure thing. It was very interesting to write this. This is probably the longest one I've written so far. I hope you like it.

Hanzo x Winged! DPS Reader:

You joined Overwatch after being rescued from Talon. The people who had rescued you were Winston, Reinhardt, Mercy, Kiriko, Genji, and Cassidy. They were shocked at what Talon had done to you since it looked like they experimented on you. Your wounds were mainly on your back. Cassidy and Winston were the two who carried you back to their aircraft. Mercy had stabilized you until the group was back at Overwatch.

Once you all landed Mercy and Genji rushed you to the medical bay and called for assistance from Ana. It took around two and a half hours because they had to make sure to not injure your wings any further. It took about 4 hours for you to finally wake up.

"I am so glad that you are awake."

An angelic voice said. You were still trying to focus your vision before looking to your right. You saw Mercy and Ana standing there. Mercy had a clipboard in her hands while Ana was looking over your vitals.

"Am I dead? Did I die and this is heaven or something?"

Mercy and Ana laughed

"You are not dead. But you were badly wounded when we rescued you from Talon."

Mercy explained. You let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness that I am out of that hell hole."

That was all that you could say

"Thanks for saying and thinking that I am going upstairs in the afterlife."

Ana joked and Mercy smacked her shoulder with her free hand.

"Ana! Anyways you will have to stay in this room until your back is fully healed."

"How long will that take?"

"About two months since we had to fix your wings and those bones will take longer to heal. I am truly sorry."

Ana explained and she left the room to go and let everyone know that you are awake and doing fine.

"Sadly my Caduceus Staff could not fully heal all of your wounds. It could only heal the flesh wounds on your back. I am truly sorry."

You smile gently at her and gently take her free hand in yours.

"Hey. It's fine. You helped me more than Talon ever did."

~After 2 months~

Despite your back being a little sore you did your best during your private training sessions with Genji and Mercy. Your primary weapon became a Whip and your secondary weapon became an egg version of Cassidy's Magnet Grenade. You still don't have an ultimate yet since you are still a new recruit. You heard the door to the training area open and close causing you to jump behind Genji. Genji looks at you then towards the door.

"Ah. Good morning, brother. How are you doing today?"

Silence as the footsteps stopped in front of Genji.

"I am doing well, Genji. I just came to tell you that Zenyatta is waiting for you in the usual meditation spot."

"Is it already 11am? Y/N, we can continue training after lunch if you would like?"

He asks turning his body to face you. You were covering yourself with your wings thinking that Hanzo was a threat. Genji walked around your cover and put a hand on your shoulder. You let your wings drop fully and Hanzo could see you relax at Gneji's touch.

"Y/N. Hanzo is not going to hurt you. He is not a part of Talon."

"But didn't he hurt you?"

Both men and Mercy sigh. Mercy walks over to you and puts her hand on your other shoulder.

"He did. But he has changed. He only wants to protect and help people."

She reassured you. That is when you hear a deeper, huskier voice.

"It is true. I know that you don't know me and I don't expect you to fully trust me. Or to even trust me at all. But, I am trying to be a better version of myself."

You smile at Hanzo and then you hug Genji and Mercy. You wrapped your four wings around the two of them and you whisper

"I will try my best to not judge him too harshly."

And you let them go and you end up leaving the area headed to find Winston to help him with anything he might need help with at the moment.

Hanzo's eyes follow you until the door closes. Suddenly he feels someone poke his cheek.

"You like them don't you?"

Genji teases

"I do not. I just met them. You better go to Zenyatta before he hits you with an orb of discord."

That was all Hanzo said before leaving. He thought that you were interesting, to say the least. He really did want you to trust him like you trust Mercy and Genji. He will not deny that he wants you to wrap your wings around him and just be close to him. He stops those thoughts because he could feel his face heating up.

~2 years later~

You, Hanzo, Zarya, Reinhardt, Mercy, and Ana were on a mission. Your outfit resembles a plague doctor, but with a modern twist. Your mask was a full mask, it was just the beak portion since the full thing would have blocked most of your vision. Your mask also helps you make a range of bird sounds. Mercy and Ana had safely injected you with some eyesight enhancements causing you to see farther than a normal human and you could spot the tiniest movement.

You, Zarya, and Ana scouted ahead of the others. You flew above any obstacles you had since you had to get above the others just in case there was anyone hiding behind certain walls or in any hallway that was higher up. As you were going back down to Ana and Zarya you felt a sharp pain in your lower left wing. You let out a painful screeching sound. You quickly dove at the person and killed them. Then you returned to Zarya and Ana. Zarya asked what had happened and you explained it. Wondering how you couldn't see that enemy. Maybe it was a blind spot since you still had a human range of motion in your head and eyes. Ana quickly healed you and told the others to be on the lookout and that you three were going to group up with them.

Once you six were regrouped and ended up killing more enemies passed the point your group was. You and Hanzo have your ultimates ready. Your ultimate was unleashing a dozen egg-like bombs that have a toxin in them that they release once they hit the ground.

"Hey, Hanzo. I've got an idea."

"What is that, Y/N?"

"What if when you unleash your dragons I fly inside them? And I drop my bombs as I pass by the enemies? You know just in case anyone tries to run away."

"That sounds dangerous, but I trust you."

You and Hanzo do the plan and end up killing at least 10 enemies. Unfortunately, a few of your feathers got burnt a little due to the heat of Hanzo's ultimate. You return behind Reinhardt and in between Mercy and Hanzo. He notices your burnt feathers and feels bad. The team completed the mission and headed back to the base. Everyone but you, Hanzo, and the pilots were asleep. You took up some space but not as much as Reinhardt and his armor. Hanzo sits next to you with a sorrowful look on his face.

"I apologize for burning your wings. I didn't mean for that to happen. I feel like ruined our trust."

He admitted to you. You look at him and gently put a hand on his face causing him to look directly at you.

"Hanzo. It's alright. They will grow back soon and I did put my trust in you during that stunt. Even though Angela called me stupid for doing so. But I still trust you."

He smiles at you and leans his head against your shoulder. You wrap your wings around Hanzo and yourself ending up falling asleep as well. Hanzo feels comforted by this knowing that you still trust him. And he thought that your wings felt really soft despite being burnt.

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Wassily Kandinsky Painting 'Murnau mit Kirche II' Recovered by Holocaust Victims' Heirs Sells For $44.55M

A painting by Russian Modernist Wassily Kandinsky that once belonged to victims of the Nazi Holocaust, has sold for £37.2 million ($44.55 million) at Sotheby's in London.

Part of the auction house's Modern & Contemporary Evening Auction on Wednesday, "Murnau mit Kirche II" ("Murnau with Church II"; 1910), was the most expensive sale of the night, as well as a new auction record for the artist.

A previous world record for a work by Kandinsky was set in 2017 with the sale of his "Bild mit weissen Linien" for £33 million ($39.7 million), the auction house said.

"Kandinsky's Murnau period came to define abstract art for future generations," Helena Newman, Chairman of Sotheby's Europe and Worldwide Head of Impressionist & Modern Art, said in a statement.

"The appearance of such an important painting -- one of the last of this period and scale remaining in private hands -- is a major moment for the market and for collectors," she said.

Kandinsky was living with his lover Gabriele Münter and fellow artist friends in Murnau, Bavaria, when he painted "Murnau mit Kirche II" --

Inspired by the local landscape during a cycling trip. Münter herself wrote an inscription on the painting's stretcher.

The painting has a long history. It was sold at auction as property from the collection of prominent Berlin collectors, husband-and-wife Johanna Margarete and Siegbert Stern, after it was finally restored to the family's surviving heirs last year by the Van Abbemuseum in Eindhoven, Netherlands.

Stern family photographs depict the Kandinsky hanging in the dining room of their family home, Villa Stern in Potsdam. But following the rise of the Nazis in 1933 and her husband's death two years later, Johanna Margarete fled to the Netherlands and was declared stateless.

According to family papers, the Kandinsky -- among other works -- was taken to the Netherlands and assumed to have passed to a dealer who plundered Jewish assets in the occupied country, before Johanna Margarete's deportation and death in Auschwitz in 1944, Sotheby's catalog said. It was later sold to the Van Abbemuseum by another dealer in 1951.

Talking about its history, Newman said the painting's restitution has finally allowed people to "rediscover the place of the Sterns and their collection in the glittering cultural milieu of 1920s Berlin."

The proceeds of the sale will be shared between the 13 surviving Stern descendents and will also fund further research into tracking down their family's extensive art collection, the statement added.

Another big sale on the night was Edvard Munch's "Dans på stranden (Reinhardt-frisen)" or "Dance on the Beach (The Reinhardt Frieze)," which sold for £16.94 million ($20.3 million).

By Hafsa Khalil.