#also where is the line to hug the costume designer?

[masterpieceofunderstatement]

Nomad is Clearly Sapphic-Coded: in this essay, I will…

[shaylogic]

In the video, Revri and Rexstrew spotlight Episode 7, “The Case of the Very Long Stairway.” But there’s history leading up to that moment throughout Season 1. Specifically in Episode 6, “The Case of the Creeping Forest,” when Edwin changes his outfit for the first time — ghosts don’t really take the time to switch up their wardrobes in Dead Boy Detectives. He’s wearing a cozy green sweater and tells Charles that he has feelings for men. Charles puts both his hands on Edwin’s shoulders, facing him, as a sign of his unconditional love and support for Edwin’s sexuality. “For me, I always knew that Charles was the only one that can get through to Edwin through touch,” says Revri. “Edwin wouldn’t want anyone else to really touch him.”   It’s an important moment for their friendship, signifying that Edwin is starting to open up about his feelings and his attire reflects this. “To change Edwin is a big deal because Edwin doesn’t like change,” costume designer Kelli Dunsmore tells Tudum. “He had no collar. He had no bow tie.” Up until Episode 6, Edwin is always buttoned-up and closed off, protected in his tailor-made suit. “Hiding everything,” says Dunsmore.  It was Rexstrew’s pitch to have Edwin wear something different for that episode. “I just thought it could be an interesting way to get Charles’ attention,” says Rexstrew. “It’s like this really innocent and desperate little attempt.” In the scene, Revri chose to add in a line acknowledging the fashion statement. “It felt right for Charles to notice that Edwin dressed up nice,” he says. 

But in Episode 7, Edwin specifically confesses his feelings for Charles, after his best mate descends to the depths of hell to save him. When the boys hug at the end of Episode 5, “The Case of the Two Dead Dragons,” the meaning of Charles’ touch changes for Edwin. “He starts to crave it,” says Rexstrew. “It’s been unlocked by the Cat King (Lukas Gage), and then Monty (Joshua Colley) is more of a teenage crush kind of connection. But it’s all leading up to this.”  While Charles can’t fully reciprocate Edwin’s feelings now, he completely embraces and accepts him. He’s Edwin’s first true love, and he doesn’t push it away. “You kind of leave it open,” says Rexstrew. “Definitely,” adds Revri. Together, they rehearsed over and over again in Rexstrew’s room before filming. They spoke a lot about levels, as Charles is physically higher up on the stairs and Edwin is below, which adds to the vulnerable nature of the scene. “We really wanted to make sure that it was perfect, right?” remembers Revri.  When filming came around, Revri was blown away by Rexstrew’s ability to bring out so much emotion after seemingly holding back in rehearsals. “Well, it was hard. It’s very difficult being in love with you. What can I say?” jokes Rexstrew. The scene also comes after Edwin finds his old bully Simon (Gabriel Drake), who was responsible for Edwin being sent to hell back in 1916. But he learns that Simon was also a closeted boy who was scared of his feelings. “Edwin realizes in that moment, ‘You can’t live your life with regret,’ ” says Rexstrew. “ ‘You can’t live your life not saying what you feel.’ ”   Both actors hope that fans find comfort in Edwin and Charles’ relationship as chosen family. “Even if you’re born into a scenario where those around you don’t accept you for who you are, there are people out there for you,” says Rexstrew. Stream Dead Boy Detectives now, only on Netflix.

Everybody say "Thank you, George & Jayden"

[Colors and bolds mine]

[putterpen]

@vespasoulchanger

Yeeeeah. The other picture. I saw two bears across two entirely different game franchises and went "Lol wouldn't it be funny if they were related?" to nobody but myself. I'm sure Bobby and Freddy are offended by my specism. Then I started to take the silly idea kinda seriously? Then over thought it. I did base Bobby's pizza uniform on the FNAF movie costume.

So yeah Freddy Fazbear is Bobby's dad in my AU. Freddy Bonafazio is his real name. People usually shorten their last name to 'Fazio which eventually turned into Fazbear. Its a local thing.

I'm being bad and only focusing on one parent (Like Scott Cawthon) Fred is the owner of a humble pizzeria on the island known as Teddy Paw Cay. A successful partnership with Play Co. allowed him to sell their their toys as prizes. He comes from a long line of roboticists and designed his own mascots and animatronics, some of which are even produced at Play Co.

Bobby loves her dad and she means the world to him. Freddy has dedicated his life to the entertainment and happiness of children as Bobby's love for him and her friends gives him seemingly endless inspiration. But one strange day the magical toy factory in the valley was closed down and abandoned, seemingly overnight.

Without the toy factory, Freddy struck out to find a new business partner on the mainland. A very laid back raccoon-dog type lad with a hand in many businesses. He's kind of mysterious yet friendly! Although Bobby realizes later on that her father began to change in some ways after their partnership began.

Unfortunately this partnership meant Bobby had to move away from the island. Alone and without friends, she was immediately smitten with one of Nook's nephews though her feelings were not reciprocated. He eventually warms up to her and her strong cuddly warm bear hugs even if he doesn't want to show it out right.

Note: Tim's comment is from their first meeting and Bobby's first time on the mainland. An attempt to streamline the "canon" Smiling Critters with my AU where everyone wears clothes. So one day in every little critter's life, they wake up and realize: "Hey clothes are cool. I wanna try some on!" Before then, little critters usually scurry around wild and fancy free, even running around on all fours sometimes, basically showing more animal like behavior, in very cute ways. As they grow up they start acting more like "people" and there are shops dedicated to little critters trying on an array of outfits. Discovering themselves and their tastes. Tim thinks he is "all that" and wouldn't be caught dead with no clothes, Bobby just hasn't gotten around to that yet.

Also experimenting with a possible eye style with Bobby.

[sweetbunpura]

Halloween Special: Part 2

Part 1

Word Count: 851

The gates to NRC swung open, inviting the guests waiting outside into the school grounds. While students, both in costume and their gym wear, helped any of the people with their questions. The festivities had started and it was becoming apparent that three people were missing.

“All that fuss made over the outfits and yet I don’t even see her.” Vil crossed his arms and muttered under his breath.

“Maybe you did a poor job.” Leona jokes with a smirk as the model glares at him. “You got the Herbivore and her herd stuck in hiding.

Silver hummed as he stood next to the glaring upperclassmen. “Maybe they’re still getting everything together or training the fox cubs I gave to her.”

Jamil raised an eyebrow as he looked at Silver. “You...you gave them fox cubs?”

“I did. I believed it would tie their costumes together beautifully and Fa-Lilia-san agreed.”

“I can hardly imagine Rollo-shi even picking up an animal that wasn’t Grim-shi.” Idia muttered.

“Mommy, Mommy, look! Look at the pretty foxes!”

All heads turned towards the kid and then to where they were pointing. The air grew silent as the sound of sandals on the pavement was heard. You could almost hear jaws hitting the floor as Rollo, Yuu, and Grim appeared. Rollo was wearing a gray haori with darker gray swaying lines towards the end of the sleeves. A long red scarf was wrapped around his neck and he had on a black kimono under the haori. The hakama was beautifully decorated in a fall color ombre style as there was a lighter leaf pattern towards the bottom of fabric.

Yuu had on a beautiful kimono, the top layer was a soft ivory color with a checkered pattern on the ends of the sleeves. She had a giant red bow as her obi and the bottom part of her kimono was flared out. A black nagajuban could be seen through the gaps in the kimono. The bottom had a dark red to light orange ombre color on it and a pale orange red spider lily was splashed onto the design.

Finally, there was Grim, whose fur stayed the same usual gray, but blue flames stuck to and danced around his back. He also sported a set of twin forked tails, the ends also had the same blue flames attached to them. The feline had an upside down trivet on his head and he gleefully spun around his bamboo pipe.

Rollo and Yuu were also sporting a pair of fox ears and tails that matched their hair color. Following behind the two were a set of fox cubs, one gray and one black, as they yipped and played with each other.

“Ho-”

“-ly-”

“Shit.”

The NRC students were speechless as the Ramshackle trio approached Vil.

“Vil~” Yuu hugged the Pomefiore dorm leader. “These are amazing! Thank you so much!”

“Y-You’re welcome, Potato.”

Rollo bowed, his tail flicking behind him before coming to rest at his hip. “I must say thank you as well, you and Professor Crewel did an outstanding job.”

Grim hopped around. “Nya-ha. We got all eyes on us!”

“I’m gonna show Rolls the rest of the exhibits and I’ll give my thanks to Crewel as well.” She gave him one last hug and grabbed Rollo’s hand, leading them further into the school grounds. “C’mon Grim!”

“Wait up!” Grim bounded after them.

Despite all the eyes on the Ramshackle group, none of them were aware of the multitude of phone cameras on them. Soon, talk of the couple spread on MagiCam and yet all of this wouldn’t reach their ears until they finally sat down to rest. Yuu snaps a picture of the snacks they’re eating: a picture of Grim shoving a candy apple into his mouth, the fox cubs, Opal and Onyx, looking cute in their little outfits that Crewel had made from scraps, and some of Rollo. 

She goes to post them on her page, she spies the hashtag “FoxyCouple” and curiosity gets the better of her. Yuu tags the tag and her eyes widen as she spots all the various pictures of the Ramshackle residents in various exhibits. The young adult scrolls down and sees all the pictures and videos she took with the NRC students. The top three posts are: Vil posting about how he and Crewel helped the design the outfits under a picture they took with the Pomefiore students, Cater’s cheerful post talking about how #cute the couple were followed by multiple pics of her and Rollo in the Botanical Gardens, the final one was Lilia...who had somehow managed to snap a picture of her and Rollo fixing each other’s clothes and kissing.

“Oh no.”

“Hmm? Is something the matter?” Rollo peers over her shoulder and his face goes red as he sees the posts AND the views along with reposts and likes on each of them. 

Yuu slumps back against the bench as Rollo hides his very long, very french, rant behind the paper fan she had to go along with his costume. 

Well, they certainly stole the show...

[goodnightoilcountry]

jo's vancouver canucks fic rec list !

fic rec masterlist: jo's nhl fic rec list !

like my selection of fic recs? have a player who's not been featured? let me know and i'll go on a deep dive for you!

ARTURS SILOVS

foreign language pt1 + pt2 by @ silovsmenot summary: a first meeting with a certain Latvian goalie, a surprise that leaves him thinking of you … and an unexpected reunion thanks to injury. word count: 2.1k

BROCK BOESER

home by @ bedsyandco summary: in which your Brock’s best friend and the lines are blurry because you act like more both to him and his son. word count: 2.3k

because of brock by @ ohmyeyesmyeyes summary: a breakup because of brock word count: 8.7k

et me tell you that i love you (4+1) by @ brockadoodles word count: 3.4k

QUINN HUGHES

lucky by @ 43-hugs summary: in which quinn counts his lucky stars.  word count: 20k

4 times everyone else caught on before the 1 time you and quinn finally did by @ mrsensitive summary: a good old 4+1 ft. best friend beau & a couple other cameos, some mutual pining and also reader is a costume designer.

5 times quinn wanted to kiss you + 1 time he finally did by @ bedsyandco

friend's don't by @ hischierdevils summary: everyone can see that you and quinn are more than friends. everyone except the two of you. word count: 2.4k

third time's the charm by @ thatintrovertedwriter summary: in which Quinn hates parties, yet keeps throwing them in hopes you'll show up. word count: 5k

fearless by @ theemporium summary: the five times you tried to deny it, and the one time you and quinn gave into the bond pulling you together word count: 8.3k

plus one by @ bagopucks summary: “they are just so in love, i remember when we looked at each other like that.” word count: 4.6k

growing up is by @ adoristsposts summary: in which quinn has a hard time coming to terms with the road your relationship has taken.

nothing but love by @ starry-hughes summary: the four times quinn wanted to kiss you and the one time he did.

can i be close to you? by @ 43-hugs summary: after meeting you, he starts seeing you everywhere. while at first he's not so sure, quinn grows to enjoy your company, despite his crazy schedule in a city that demands a lot from him. word count: 7.4k

baby photos by @ 43-hugs summary: they met you before they had ever held you in their arms. this is every time jim and ellen hughes met you, before they actually did. word count: 3k

you are in love by @ sunkissed-zegras summary: 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did. word count: 3.5k

oh, my, my, my by @ sweetteainthesummerx summary: you and quinn throughout the years, and how you fall in love <3 word count: 4.4k

down bad by @ sweetteainthesummerx summary: your sister sends you an article of you and quinn being absolutely down bad for each other... word count: 2.4k

is this off the record? by @ rempewiththetempe summary: y/n gets a job as a rinkside reporter for the Vancouver Canucks, befriending many of the roster members, but one player (who just so happens to wear the C on his chest) is rather against the idea of becoming friends with the girl. word count: 3.1k

sweet nothing by @ sweetteainthesummerx summary: 5 times Quinn knew you were the one, and the one time he let you know... word count: 2.3k

somehow still stuck on you by @ matthewtkachuk summary: navigating the realities of your post break up friendship with quinn is exacerbated by how much you’re not over him word count: 2.4k

in between by @ capquinn summary: your friendship with quinn is slowly transforming. there is an unspoken tension and feelings that simmer beneath the surface, keeping you on the edge of friendship and something more. the in-between is where you both linger, uncertain yet drawn to each other. word count: 4.9k

two hearts by @ capquinn summary: you and quinn drift apart, only to be drawn back together, held by a quiet, unspoken pull that lingers even after the breakup. it’s a constant ebb and flow, where the pain of separation and the comfort of reunion blur together, making it hard to truly let go. word count: 8.3k

[spookberry]

thoughts on that Wednesday Addams show

-the writing is incredibly juvenile in a way only an adult man who is not actually nor ever has been an "outcast" could accomplish

-that being said all the actors were really amazing! Especially Jenna Ortega!!!

-One thing I liked but felt was more by accident than by design was the way that this school of "outcasts" were like, really normal?? Like theyre just teenagers who happen to not be human. Which makes the fact that Wednesday is a human who's Not Normal kind of compelling. Wish this was an intentional idea though, it could've been played with a whole lot more.... also i just kinda wish they'd picked a word other than "outcasts" to call them. like oh my god i could absolutely see some line during the climax where theres all this petty teen drama where someones like "i might not be human, but at least im not a Monster like you Wednesday" woulda been AWESOME

-Wednesday's love triangle was lame and if she had to get with a guy I'd've preferred Eugene. I love his sibling relationship with wednesday sooo much. One of my favorite dynamics. However if she HAD to get with a guy. Id pick him. He reminds me of Joel from Addams Family Values.

-the fact that two guys fell wildly in love with Wednesday without her doing absolutely anything and also very clearly not returning the sentiment whatsoever and instead just using them whenever she needs them was really funny and on brand, wished the show had been self aware about it

-I really wish the other female characters played bigger roles? Like Enid was Great and I loved the glimpses of her friendship with Wednesday and Thing and their HUG omg,,, I wish the romance plots had been axed in favor of giving Wednesday's friendships more time to shine.

-I also wish Enid and Wednesday had danced together at the Rave'N. Enid goes and dances with all her friends but she never goes over to have fun with Wednesday :( it just felt wrong like, narratively, we saw how excited Enid was about Wednesday going to the dance and then the camera seems to cut to show Enid get excited from watching Wednesday dance and then they dont even Talk?? I hated that.

-also, Bianca. I really loved the way she was basically friends with Wednesday by the end of the show. Wish the show had done a better job at the Enemies to Friendly Rivals to Friends dynamic. Bianca in general is a REALLY cool character that I want more time with.

-Both Enid and Bianca would've made better love interests than the guys imo

-I did like the mysteries, though I'm not sure how well it actually works with the Addams. Because they wound up adding this plot line, no spoilers, about Gomez being accused of murder and Morticia gets super touchy about it. But like?? theyre the ADDAMS why would they be behaving like this about a death???? Makes no sense to me. Needed to be reworked, cuz there definitely are Ways to have made it work imo.

-I really loved all of the costuming for Wednesday though the color correction done on the uniforms makes me kinda sad. i think it would've been fun if the school had been more vibrant and full of life to better contrast who Wednesday is and how she stands out.

-Wednesday's relationship with Morticia is really weird, but in general I get the feeling that certain people involved didn't actually know what Morticia's character was like... at all? And a lot of the problems with the family dynamics stems from this mischaracterization of Morticia in particular. I know some people didn't like Wednesday going through a rebellious phase, but I actually think that fit her character just fine, it's how her parents react to this rebellion that feels out of character to me.

-the fact that they had a romance arc about a werewolf who struggled to be a werewolf and an awkward gorgon..... Very Monster High 2022 to me ngl

-Wednesday is Autistic and you can't convince me otherwise. Everything from the way all of her social interactions are written to the way she literally diverts eye contact whenever theres a closeup shot while she talks to people. shes just like me fr.

overall i give it a 6 out of 10. I wouldn't go around recommending it to people, it's kinda bad, but I got some enjoyment out of it,, so not fully the worst.

But Also if you haven't seen it I WOULD recommend you go watch the fanmade Adult Wednesday Addams series on youtube. It's a classic!

[hollowsart]

Hey Hollow, I have a (few hundred) question(s)! Do you think that Mysterio puts glitter in the smoke that he uses? Also if he did do you think he would use edible glitter? Honest questions all around.

(also another question that is more so for Aceida, does she wear different costumes for different times of the year/weather?)

((okay one more, because I know that I will forget but I've wanted to ask this question for a while, Aceida. How did you come up with her, why, and what do you think are the most important things to have for Aceida))

Thank you for answering any of this, it's just that sometimes I'm shy and then.... KABOOM lots of questions that may or may not be useful or worth your time. Anyways! Love what and who you are and I'm proud of you!

Sorry, I need to get this cursed thing out of my system first:

OK ANYWAYS, to seriously answer your questions!!!

[APOLOGIES, THIS IS SO LONG “orz]:

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1) Does Mysterio use glitter?

Well, I would be disappointed if he didn’t LOL

Special biodegradable glitter that is a-ok for the environment is definitely something he’d use! Mostly for his entrances and exits tho, just to add that extra bit of flair to his performance. He thrives on the melodrama.

Edible glitter would also be good, just in case someone inhaled it by accident when he makes his grand appearance or get away. I mean, he’s not a killer, he’d actually be upset if someone innocent got hurt during his “performances”, someone he wasn’t intending on hurting in some way.. He’d feel horrible about it and, if given the opportunity, he would apologize.

But yeah, this man absolutely uses glitter! :D (despite my loathing of glitter that isn’t sealed to prevent it from transferring to other things, I’d so totally hug him still regardless of the risk of getting glitter on me for days after)

2) Does Acedia have seasonal outfits?

[I will post these by themselves shortly for better viewing!!]

Been meaning to design some alterations to the Sloth Suit, and this gave me the motivation to do just that! Enjoy my seasonal hero wear!

3) How did you come up with Acedia?

OK SO. STORY TIME:

I originally thought about joining everyone during the initial big spidersona bang when Into the Spiderverse was first released and everyone was making their own. I saw a few people talking about spider crab based spidersonas and wanted to join that but, well.. that was too difficult and I never was able to come up with anything cool.

sometime down the line I was initially interested in the anime My Hero Academia (thank heck I never watched more than barely the full first season, knowing all the drama and junk that’s happened, I dodged a bullet LOL) but I did come up with some oc’s for it and even a ‘quirksona‘ that was sloth based named Acedia, basically myself, but more sloth and also not as cool as I wanted:

You can see where I’m going with this lol

nothing came of that character so cut to years later, this year, I recently rewatched Spiderverse and started to get into the Spiderman side of things again out of the blue after watching TSSM and falling in love with the show all over again, and doodling Doc Ock, too. I thought back to my old failed attempt at making a spidersona, so I decided to try my hand at that again.

I remembered Acedia’s design and tbh I really did love the design so I reworked it and made adjustments to better resemble a sloth and better resemble Spiderman’s iconic appearance. On top of that I did also just make the character under the costume ME with no real changes at all. And thus, Acedia, The Cryptid Crawler was created:

although the ref sheet has since been updated and changed from this^^

Anyways, that’s the story behind Acedia’s creation!

I just really like sloths.

I’m not exactly sure what you mean by “most important things to have for Acedia“ but I hope some of this answers that? maybe? you’re free to elaborate on what you mean by that and I can do my best to answer!

[jgroffdaily]

An old blog from 5 September 2008 which describes the writer meeting Jonathan at a performance of ‘Hair’ after he had left the show to film ‘Taking Woodstock’, including:

The show I usher for was originally set to close mid-August but it has already been extended twice. Which works out well for me and the hazard of unemployment. It also means that the lead (now that I no longer work there I can tell you I’m talking about Jonathan Groff**) had to leave the show to go film an Ang Lee movie and his replacement isn’t quite as charming.

He had the day off from filming yesterday. How do I know this, you ask? Because he came to see the show and of course he sat in my section, because awesome/famous people always sit in my section (I really lucked out with that assignment at the beginning of the summer). I didn’t notice him until intermission when I saw him sitting all by himself and realized he had been the annoying guy sitting next to the show’s costume designer whispering and laughing uproariously at everything the whole first act. Wow, good thing I hadn’t shot him a nasty “shut up!” look!

Well there he was, in all his adorable splendor, sitting alone as the costume designer had left to attend to things…

But he’s not heading for the exit. No, no. Johnathan Groff is walking straight towards me.

“Hi! How are you? It’s so good to see you,” he says and then gives me a hug. Like we bonded during the show. Like we’re old friends. Like he’s at least talked to me once before in our lives.

Planning my line? Fuck that! Not even my imagination considered this!

From where I stood there were two choices: play along or let the truth- that I’ve never talked to him before ever and think he’s very talented, not to mention the fact he’s already achieved most of my life goals- take over. No contest.

For the entirety of intermission me and this Tony-nominated, the next hot thing, golden boy of Broadway are bffs. We talk about the show, how it’s been since he left, how filming’s been, laugh when some guy comes over to talk to him and ends his “I saw you in this show, you were so great” spiel with: “My friend sitting up over there. It’s her birthday. She wants your dong.” The guy quickly leaves and my new bff laughs and confides in me, “That’s one I’ve never heard before- ‘She wants your dong.’ And did you see how fast he went back to his seat? I bet that was a dare.” …

It’s a good thing I’m 97% sure he’s gay. (It’s a vibe, a chemistry maybe… But in this show it made his character much stronger. His connection to Will Swenson’s Berger is awesome. Which I didn’t appreciate fully until he left. Sigh. If he is not gay, he is a truly brilliant actor for creating that. His replacement doesn’t have the same vibe and it makes the whole show a little weaker, in my opinion.) [He actually came out a year after I wrote this.**] Otherwise I would be head over heals in love. Such a sweet, modest, respectful, awesome person.

[commanderbuffy]

TTA Ch. 13 snippet (and the academy goes to…)

Lili’s dress is breathtaking. It’s both strapless and backless. A violent red with a single, dancing thread of gold winding around her bodice and down the A-Line skirt.

Jade gives Lili a quick, hug hello, careful not to smudge either of their makeup or mess up the hair that must’ve taken Lili’s hairstylist hours.

Beside her, Kit rests a hand on the small of her back where the lace of her bodice meets the skirt. It’s warm through the thing fabric, and despite Kit’s calm exterior, Jade knows it’s sweaty with nerves.

Jade turns to Kit with a comforting smile, carefully avoiding looking down at Kit’s very bare chest and the necklace carefully nestled between the just-visible curves of her breasts.

“So, how are you feeling?” Jade asks.

“Like my face is about to fall off from smiling,” Lili laughs. “Honestly, I’m just excited for the after party. Taramis might have a shot at best picture and a couple others. I think we’re a shoo-in for costume and sound design, and obviously leading actress, but me in supporting actress? Fat chance. Not with who I’m up against.”

“You never know,” Jade says.

“Yeah, you could beat out Meryl!” Kit agrees.

“Wait, Meryl Streep was nominated for supporting as well?”

“Yep,” Lili nods. “Hence why I didn’t even bother to write a speech.”

“Speaking of speeches,” another voice interrupts. It’s Elora in an ethereal, white sparkling gown, just silvery enough to not look bridal. She pulls Kit off of Jade and pulls at one of the lapels of her jacket. “You left your speech in the hotel, dumbass.”

“What would I do without you?” Kit croons.

“Yeah, yeah.” Elora says. “Anyway, I kind of ditched Graydon when I saw…well, I had an excuse to come and find you. I should go find him again. And if I don’t see you before, good luck! Whether you win or lose, you’re my favorite actress, and don’t tell Airk, but also my favorite Tanthalos!” She gives Kit a long, drawn out hug and runs off faster than a normal person in heels should be able to.

“Holy crap,” Lili says once Elora had left. “I don’t think I’d ever seen her in person, but I can’t believe I didn’t put it together before. I mean, Elora isn’t exactly a common name.”

Kit’s hand is back at Jade’s back and they share a look. “She’s the best publicist for a reason,” Kit smiles, offering the simplest of explanations and leaving it at that.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Luming

Narrated by Momo.

Narrator: After passing through the fog, the reflections of stars in the clear water come off like a pan of shining sand.

Nikki: It's been a while since I was here at the Lake of Wishes, and it's still so lovely.

Narrator: We head toward the small building in the middle, where Luming is looking into a lantern.

Momo: Luming! Hey, is that my Lantern of Wishes?

Narrator: The lantern emits brilliant light in Luming's hand. I notice the round top suddenly sprouts two little triangles... that look like my ears.

Luming: Yes. And I know your wish now.

Narrator: Luming nods as the red twines on his horn swing. He seems high-spirited

Luming: I'll do my best to help you make your wish come true, Momo.

Momo: Have I told you how dependable you are, Luming?

Narrator: It's urgent, so I unfold the sheet and uncap the pen...

Momo: The design must fit the character's traits. Speaking of deer, the most obvious feature is the antlers, right?

Luming: Gorgeous antlers must look like resilient branches.

Narrator: I draw smooth lines with a brown marker.

Luming: The body has white, round spots, like rice balls we had in Cloud.

Luming: The White Queen lives in a very cold place? Young reindeer would grow thick wool for the winter.

Luming: They might look hairy, but it doesn't affect their grace one bit.

Luming: Also...

Momo: Slow down, you're about to lose me!

Narrator: With overenthusiastic help from Luming, my design starts to take shape.

Narrator: It features artistic antlers, cute ears, and a furry cape with bells that ring when the wearer skips like a deer.

Narrator: Good job, me, for quickly grasping the essence.

Momo: Oh the queen's reindeer has no lines and must perform through body language.

Momo: For realism's sake, mind teaching me some motion and movement?

Luming: Sure! Let me think of the more common ones...

Luming: Okay, to show endearment, let the other rub your head.

Luming: In the cold night, you can also huddle with someone to share the warmth.

Narrator: I extend my arms in a trial hug. At my height, the only thing I could hug would be the queen's calf.

Choose either "Too short" or "Momo is very thorough."

If "short," ...

You: Hee, a little short there, Momo!

Narrator: No, it's not because I'm short. It's because the actresses all wear high heels!

If "thorough," ...

You: Very thorough of you to even consider the visual effects.

Narrator: It's what professionals do!

--

Narrator: It's absolutely clever of me to get Luming to help out. My confidence soars with the design in hand.

Narrator: Luming puts my Lantern of Wishes on the nearest rack. The cat-shaped lantern is even brighter than before.

Luming: Momo is a very good actor already. I'll keep following you. Go get 'em!

Momo: I got this! I know I'm a very good actor, too!

Narrator: I'll make the costume when I get home. Look out, audition!

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[emilycollins00]

Act 2 re-read! A summer of overcomings!

Celebration time!! First otsu otsu from Itaru made me nostalgic sob

“Closing night was one of the happiest moments of my life” I know this is natsugumi time but this line from Saku hit me in the feels (also seeing Masumi’s sprite laughing like that was so sweet aw)

I like Yuki sm. I mean, I have always liked him but he’s so... frank? (mmm not the word but oh well) for his age and in the auditions you see the contrast between him and Kazu. Yuki IS somewhat interested after the show but I feel he understood it might take something more for him to be on board (after all there is a lot going on), on the other hand Kazu just went for it -which is fine- but it did feel as if he didn’t think that one too much (edit after the whole read: now im thinking that maybe it’s bc he saw the possibility of creating something similar to what spring troupe showed in like... a chance to find what he was looking for in a real friendship and i might cry)

Costume designer AND actor, tsuzuru pls don’t push the hand work to a middle schooler

“Mmm… You are pretty young” Tenma I’m tilting my head and raising my eyebrow that is not how I raised you (I forgot how he behaved at first help).

I loved how the audition went! Also props to Izumi for facing the big named actor and saying basically if you keep up this behaviour no matter how good you are you are out.

It's nice hearing the parents' voices as well! Yuki’s mom felt mmm idk didn’t expect it like that? Not that it was bad but it did feel how the house worked (also sakisaka papa crying bc of his son I swear this familyyyy/pos I love him)

“Where’s my gold star?” “Up your ass for all I care” Yuki really didn’t hold back oh my GOD once again kissing location

MISUMIIII (SDFGHJ Kazu really went “Rad it’s a ghost!” I wheezing) also the mechanic of the game to make it seem he was jumping all over the place by moving his sprite quickly from one side to the other hELP

There it is, the first catch em all from Izumi I love her kahsdkhkd

“Can I have another onigiri?” “Take it, my burglar friend” these combos I’m having so much fun?? (also the etudes where so nice to see!! tenma-misumi that was real cool)

OGtenma: I SHOULD be the leader bc blah, blah-

CurrentTenma whispering: You naive fool

Misumi being happy at kazu calling him bud I might cry

I like natsugumi ambition in all honestly regarding the play (also side note but kajshj strong muku unlocked I forgot he was like that since the beginning!)

First rehearsal was good for the exp they have. I’m happy Sakuya used his powers on Tenma to make him see you can be a good leader without needing to be complaining (whoever said that this might be bc Tenma was used to this harsh treatment during his jobs I second it)

The whole thing with kazu OH I wish I could hug him. That little flat laugh made me stop the story oof. Tenma really stepped over the line with everyone and I’m super glad Izumi had a talk with him

AW the firework scene!! (also known as, the beginning of tenma’s bullying/j) I think the natsugumi story is one of the most fun bc their dynamic as a full groupe are just so chaotic filled with nostalgia? I mean, they are the youngest troupe and I know it’s intentional but I still like it <3

THE BATH DMS I SWEAR THIS TROUPE I'M CACKLING (yuki’s was heads down the best I helpppp) glad the camp went well in the end!!

Yuzo and Sakyo attacking once again wow/j

Not Izumi getting teary at the vision of his dad AND misumi giving her a triangle they both deserve so much I swear (I’m also super curious about Og-natsugumi)

EVERYONE SILENCE WILD OMI APPEARED/j he was so sweet from minute 0 aw (I’m ignoring his angst up until akigumi main story <3 nope, not today)

I can’t wait to know about Reni in future jp stories bc SIR why

Anyway mukuyuki friendship ftw I adore how they hold one another and get strong together

Kazunari’s having a hard time siding with an opinion oh that was so close to home. I wish there was a way to help when someone is not able to voice or choose bc of pressure about their surroundings mm

OK SO If Igawa has 100 fans I’m one of them. If Igawa has 1 fan I’m them. If Igawa has no fans then-

Sumeragi dad I hope you kjdfknfjk I had to stop reading again. The thought of hitting tenma whether it was a one-time thing or… yeah, I can’t. I don’t like how this was handled so no more comment!

Sob. Can Izumi give me a pep talk as well. Just one? Please?

I love this troupe dynamic I swear. Good boys all over the place doing their best!!

I also wonder about hakkaku mmmmmm (“gramps is the only one who didn’t give up on me” that was so heavy… the protractor….. I need a minute)

Off that first camera dressing rehearsal I forgot…. Aw that must have been so harsh! Tenma really froze, him practicing alone in the theatre was something.

No but I’m asking BEGGING at this point can Izumi give me a pep talk??? (what a woman I love her and admire her SO MUCH UGH)

Spring troupe encouraging aww I love tenma-saku dynamic.

Man this play was everything!! I loved the full tale and that Muku really saved Tenma there!! (I’m proud of everyone but Muku somehow seeing the first audition and this one?? The boy worked so much and it SHOWS )

Tenma calling each of them before the last play without honorifics and everyone being so sweet ofc I cried all the way until the curtain call aw… all the adlibs brought so much force to the play and seeing them hugging and so happy oof, the whole thing was so fun I’m so glad! <33

Igawa coming to see Tenma? Nice Tenma’s parents coming to see him? MMM

MUKU’S PARENTS ARE JUST LOVELY WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT THEM MORE

GASP the juza/banri fight was after the play oh wow I did NOT remember that happening!! Abstaining from commenting but ogbanri that was so rude of you, you cant just come up to someone and ask for a fight!

Not reni talking about taichi like an assassin kasdkh this man is such a drama queen

I loveeeed this ep. They didn’t focus much on each member but the interactions between them all as a groupe were adorable as time passed aw they are friends your honor 💕💕

[truckfreaks]

Get in my business asks

3, 62, 93, 99

3: tattoos! I have a bunch, but technically most of my first tattoos (stick and pokes I did in highschool... I know) have since faded without a trace lmao. What's visible is two forearm tattoos, one of the Eye of Providence on my right arm, and on the left a large Icelandic stave (kinda like old sigils theyd put on boats and armor and stuff?) called "ottastafur", which means "strike fear in your enemies". I got it as a sort of not so obvious tribute piece to one of my favorite artists, who also has a tattoo of a similar stave. Then on my clavicle/right shoulder, kinda, I have a small coffee cup with stars and planets around it. My best friend and I designed it together, and we both got it together, so whenever we hug mine (on the right) bumps hers (on her left shoulder) :] She and I met working in a coffee shop and for many years have had a silly inside joke where we call each other "space wives", hence the motif lol.

And aside from that, right now I am working with my friend who does tattoos to design a little BKMN piece for the nape of my neck. We are thinking thick black line work of a slightly cracked egg and a needle with thread. :) Alternatively I might just get two little faces from the comic on the back of my shoulders, one lil wegg face and one lil neighbor face, and then the nape of my neck would have a lil Trudy mask.

62: an earthquake... I guess once technically! Like ten years ago or something there was an earthquake that was so intense we felt it on the east coast, but it really just kind of shook everything around the same way I'm used to a train doing. So it wasn't too weird haha.

93: Broken a bone... yeah! I once broke a rib while working, and I also broke my ankle many years ago falling off the schoolbus lol. I'm lucky, both were closed simple fractures, so I've never had a *really bad* broken bone.

99: Someone who didn't seem real.. Probably gonna have to be when I met Jay McCarroll at Juniors after a show. Must have been about a decade ago now. He was a massive inspiration for me as a kid, and because of him I love costume design. He did costume design for a bunch of the artists that performed so we just happened to both end up at Juniors after the fact. I was SO nervous, but he was just an absolute sweetheart and willing to dish/vent about the artists he worked with without me even asking... which felt really cool ahaha. We shared a plate of rugelach and then he suggested we take pictures like we were going to prom. They're incredibly ridiculous and funny. It still doesn't feel real.

[lisacatara-actress]

Almost Lisa: Pt 15, “Almost peed myself”

*I retain all rights to my photography and story, story details, biographical information, fashion designs, art work, and anything and everything I have posted which is my own creation*)

If the goal is the finish line, the miles don't matter.

Here's a happy story for those still hanging on for one this Blog:

When I'd first embarked on my cross-country endeavor into Hollywood, after living in NY, my goal was to land one of the industries most coveted daytime soaps. Like millions, I’d watched General Hospital as a kid and throughout my youth. I became familiar with and invested in the series regulars characters and enjoyed popping in from time to time to see where the story had taken them from it’s residency in upstate New York.

At one point in time, the story literally took some of the cast to Rochester, New York, where I was in attendance at The Eastman School of Music. Two people at the conservatory were excited by this: myself and our head of costuming, a gorgeous soul named Alice Volonino. Apparently we shared the dream of working on the show. And Alice actually did it!  After approaching production, she wound up leaving Eastman to become a full time costumer for General Hospital, relocating to Hollywood, California. And life went on...

Flash to... I’d just landed in Atlanta, Georgia after relocating from my home of 19 years in Los Angeles when I got a very welcome phone call from an established stunt coordinator who worked on General Hospital, asking me to put an audition on tape for their legendary casting director. The irony of finally getting “The Call” in such a way, long after the start of my career, after I’d already moved, was laughable. Of course I did the audition and sent the tape off. AND I booked it, and hopped on a plane back to Los Angeles. By some random coincidence or fated planetary alignment, one of my friends happened to be selling her home in Burbank. The house was empty and she allowed me to stay while I worked in town. On top of this, I was able to use travel points to fly for free. Everything just seemed to line up, perfectly, to make things happen for me.

On set, the atmosphere was relaxed, professional, and enjoyable. My scenes/episodes were with none other than the Genie Francis (aka Laura, a total OG!!) and the incredible Michael E. Knight. Both talented and gracious humans. As we filmed, I felt right at Home. Finally. It had been years since I was bestowed with an actual character and dialogue, with the freedom to do what I do. And I owe that opportunity to Stunt Coordinator/ 2nd Unit Director Tim Davison, who recognized my theatrical background, and kept me in mind (for years) to find the right moment to include me.

But wait, there's more awesome...

At some point during filming, Tim remembered I’d graduated from Eastman and mentioned that “Alice, the costumer” was also from Rochester. “No way, I’ll have to say hello!” At wrap that day, I stopped in downstairs to ask whereabout I might find Alice. From the back of the room comes “That’s me”, and out walks a face that is familiar, though I cant place it. I say hello, explaining I had heard she was from Rochester, that I’d lived there a long while. Alice eyeballs me, curiously, stating “Wait. You look familiar”. Awkward anticipation. As she approached me, she adds “What school?”.  “Eastman”, I say. Without a pause, she states: “I worked at Eastman”. By now we are a couple steps from one another and the rest of the department crew is silent, watching our exchange. I tell Alice that I had a different last name then, Tarantino. Her eyes opened wide, and in the same moment, we both realize that we know each other!

Now I’ve given some great hugs in my life, but the one between me and Alice Volonino from Eastman was unbelievably validating, welcome, and just dang wonderful! Look at us now! Both “making it” in Hollywood, living our dreams! I honestly felt Divine guidance had brought me here, to this place, at this moment. A sign that things are gonna be A-Okay. It reinstated hope within me for my acting career after so many losses, near misses, and sacrifices.

Needless to say, the rest of our shoot passed far too quickly. I received incredible support from the cast and crew while on set. But two particular, unexpected comments left me feeling “seen”. The first was from casting director Mark Teschner (who dialed in from home, where he'd been watching dailies) complimenting me / my work (*amen). The second was at wrap, when the producer told me I should “really think of pursuing (acting)”, I was apparently “good at it”. LOL, I wanted to scream I AM AN ACTOR!  to let him know I'd been trying to claw, kick, and scream my way back into acting since the 2007 writers strike. Instead, I thanked him, grateful for the feedback, with the tiniest hope that I might be back (he did say “we have to have you back”). Alas, a year and a half later, that hasn't manifested, yet. They may have learned that I'd moved from CA. Dammit, this curse of ALMOST!

I can honestly say, after a nearly two years here in Georgia, I would return to Hollywood in a heartbeat for the right opportunity. But it would take a miracle to make that affordable now. I miss the food, the weather, and my medical team (in my brief but torturous experience, Atlanta has absolutely horrid medical care). I especially miss walking through the gates of the most iconic studios in the movie business. THAT is where I want to be. THAT is Home. THAT is where I belong.

For now, I must remain in the South and weather the storm of another pending (seemingly inevitable) Writers Strike and lingering lack of work as The BIZ continues to evolve and grow. Who knows how it will effect all of us journeymen. It never seems to be for the better. We just want to get back to work and begin recuperating loses of income due to pandemic shutdowns and studio mergers.

Anybody hiring?

       (To be continued...)

*PS If you like what you're reading, I welcome contributions to the efforts via Venmo @LTarantinoDesigns)

[kingofjohto]

HEADCANON TIME|| Will Byers X M!Reader & rest of party take part in the school musical

Also this takes place AFTER season 4 so SPOILERS. Also this takes place during the year after season 4, so let’s pretend this is a world where after season 4 they beat Vecna and everyone survives also Max wakes up and recovers! She’s still blind, and don’t ever expect me to write that out.

Note: I had to look up stuff for the DND reference so something with that could be incorrect but I still don’t know much about it, sorry!

You were the first to notice the audition posters around the school and you immediately brought it up the next time the party got together

Almost everyone immediately shot down the idea, but after a while you were able to convince them to do SOMETHING

You were the only one to go for cast, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin all went for running crew, while Will and El both decided to help with costumes

After waiting a few weeks, the cast list finally came back, and you got the role of the prince! Everyone was happy for you, especially Will.

During rehearsals, they began fitting people for costumes, and of course, Will wanted to do yours. He wanted his Prince to look as best as possible.

You would go Over to the Byers house and practice your Lines with Will and El, and whenever El was busy you and Will would practice the romantic scenes.

You absolutely loved practicing your Lines with Will while he worked on his Costumes. He showed you all the different Costumes he had designed with El, but refused to show you your costume, because he wanted it to be a surprise

Eventually dress rehearsals started, and everyone had to get into costume. Will made you put on a blindfold and then helped you get into yours so it would be a surprise

When he took it off, the first thing you noticed was the crown. It was tall, and there was a large jewel in the center that crown, which was painted to look like an Aquamarine. The regal suit itself was a mix of lighter and darker shades of blue and black, with white undertones, and the cape itself was long, with a navy blue color and galaxy pattern weaving itself down, folding like a reflection. That’s when you noticed the pattern in the stars on the cape. It was Ursa Major.

You were enamored with the suit, and with Will as well. The reason the suit was special is because it was based on your DND character, a level 12 Water Genasi, known as the Son of Ursa Major, Caspain

Only the people in the party understood what the suit meant, Mike thought it was Sappy (Eleven quickly shut him up) and the rest of the party thought it was sweet.

When Lucas described the suit to Max she too agreed it was Sappy, but still pretty cute. She was really excited about the show and when tickets started selling she bought one for every show night.

Eventually those nights came. Everything was going well backstage, and all your lines were memorized thanks to your constant training with Will and El.

On the first night Max came, Nancy, Jonathan, Erica, and Steve all came along with her (Robin was in the pit orchestra because Vickie convinced her to join.) and Erica would describe everything that was going on in the scene while Max listened to dialogue (and would quickly silence anyone who dared to try and silence her)

The last 2 nights Max came, she didn’t need Erica. She already knew what was happening and she brought Lucas a single rose every time.

Each show got a huge round of applause at the end, by the last show almost all of Hawkins has seen it, and it was the best show they had put on in quite a while.

On the last night, after the curtains closed, you gave Will the deepest hug you’d given anyone. You had all put months of time into it, and it was so worth it. He also got you a huge bouquet of red roses, which you put in a vase in your room and smelled them every morning.

You got to keep the Crown from your costume, but you’d decided to give it to Will, and he kept it on his night stand next to his bed.

The first thing you all did once you got back together afterwards was start preparing for the next theater performance.

[kudouusagi]

Shindou Ainosuke (Skaters backstage)

Shindou Ainosuke S Name: ADAM Sign: Taurus Birthday: May 1st Height: 184cm (6’) Weight: 73kg (160lbs) Blood type: AB

The founder of “S” and a legendary skater. With the way he looks and his skate style he’s really like a matador and so he’s known as “the matador of love”. He hadn’t been to the “S” in a while, but when he saw Langa he came back.

You are surely ― my.... EVE!

A popular young politician Ainosuke is a promising young politician who is popular among men and women, young and old. His public persona is so incredibly powerful that even when the police were on his tail, he was able to sell out his older statesman.

Twisted view on love Since Ainosuke was born into a political family, his future was set before he was even aware of it, and so his aunts raised him while strictly disciplining him. The reason he crushes people while skating as ADAM originates from the trauma of those events.

Eve He’s searching for his EVE while skating under the name of ADAM. That means someone who can skate alongside him and enter the zone. When Langa evaded the Love Hug, ADAM had a vision of him as EVE.

Director Utsumi Comment Designing him was the most difficult. Producer Suzuki said that she wanted to have a masked character and I figured the only option for that would be a last boss. But when we put the mask on him it made him seem super eccentric which would be perfect for a character who’s crazy, but if we went too far people wouldn’t take him seriously as a last boss, so we struggled to find the right level. Once we decided to make him a crazy character, his personality became more clear. Since he has a lot of parts drawing him was really difficult but the art staff said while it was difficult they were having fun, so for one reason or another everyone on the production team loved him (lol).

Character Designer Chiba Michinori Comment There was a time where Director Utsumi asked me “Can you make his skating costume have fewer lines?” but I was insistent (lol). It might look complicated but the parts are pretty simple so it’s not that difficult. Honestly, it’s based off the Cosmo outfit (Saint Seiya) (lol). His mask started off simpler but Director Utsumi wanted it to be more flashy. Since we wanted to make his skating outfit in ep 12 something unimaginable, I asked Okazaki Takashi who made Afro Samurai to design it. I think the long line on his lower eyelid is a very important part of Ainosuke.

Colorist Gotou Yukari Comment  Director Utsumi told me his hair should be blue, or a bluish purple, and he should have a Dracula feel too him. I made his hair dark blue so there would be a good balance with Langa’s hair color. I made his eyes red, the same color as ADAM’s image color. Since he’s a young politician, I made his suit a bright blue with a dark pink necktie to give him a young feel. His “S” costume is based on a matador’s outfit and the key word was “Passionate Love” so I made it red. Since there’s so many parts to it it was the outfit I had the most difficulty deciding how I should color it to make it look good. At first I wanted to make the hearts on his arms and legs yellow or red but Chiba-san said that when they were doing the animation and the parts were simplified the hearts would disappear and so it would make people think it looked weird and it would probably be better to make them a dark color? So I listened to his advice and made them a dark blue. That also made the yellow lines on his outfit stand out so I think it worked out well.

[wellthebardsdead]

Gateway {Hanzo Shimada X Fem Reader}

I’m probably going to re-write this fic at some point because I’m just not happy with it.

{Edit: also for this I know Hanzo doesn’t actually have prosthetics he just got dainty ankles but dammit I love the tortured possibilities the head cannon gives him as a character so I’m doing it dang it!}

Enjoy!~Bambi

The bustling of the convention floor echoed on every wall and through every hall, BlizzCon was in full swing, and you along with a selection of guest cosplayers had a front seat row to it all.

To say it was a dream come true would be an understatement. To think a year ago you were just a collage student, and now you were a rising star amongst the cosplay community, more specifically, the overwatch community in general.

You initially bought the game to play with friends in your free time, and you fell head over heels in love with the characters and their designs. One character in particular though stole not only your attention, but your heart. Hanzo Shimada.

His hair, his costumes, his tattoos. Everything about him was breathtaking to you. You found yourself analysing piece by piece of his look until eventually you scrimped and saved enough to go out and buy the materials needed to make it for yourself, a feminine variant of it at least. Your main was your very first cosplay, and the one that sparked your professional career.

Upon wearing it to a small local convention you bumped into several well known cosplayers who were chasing the con season for all its worth. They fawned over your craftsmanship and when you mentioned setting up an Instagram for your work they begged you to do so so they could follow you.

You uploaded a single photo, that was all it took. From there your career spiraled up the ladder and your follower count rose drastically. And now here you were, a renowned artist with a lineup of supporters waiting for their photo with you.

You stood at your booth dawning your latest creation, cyber ninja Hanzo. It wasn’t your most comfortable cosplay, it was an exact replica but it was rigid, hard to sit down in and impossible to go to the bathroom in. Still blizzard paid you a pretty penny to make and wear it, plus, you had thousands of people lined up just to see you, who were you to complain.

A beaming smile spread across your face as your next fan approached, although it was hidden by your mask. You gave them a hug and thanked them for their support before the photographer snapped a pic. Hug, thanks, photo, bye. Hug, thanks, photo, bye... hug... thanks... photo...

...“god you smell so good in person my sweet dragon girl, I finally get to hold you, I finally have you.” ...

You felt the strange man press up something against your hip... it was wet...

“LET GO OF ME!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!!” You screamed.

You don’t recall what happened, just con security running off after that creep, and a number of staff and convention officials crowding around where you lay on the floor sobbing in panic...

...

That was a month ago now....

...

A loud knock at the door startled your attention away from your work, a sharp pained gasp escaped your lips as you accidentally pricked your finger with the sewing needle. You quickly set the silk down before wrapping your finger in a bandaid. This fabric was too expensive to be ruined.

The sub emote on your twitch drew your attention to the screen. Several comments asking if you were okay, others saying to have your phone ready when you answer the door. “Thank you for the subs guys... y-yeah I’m okay.” You smile sheepishly before standing up from your desk and walking out of your craft studio.

You cautiously crept through the hall being mindful of all the packing boxes stacked along the wall. You’d moved into this apartment after the incident at BlizzCon... When you arrived home after the weekend you found him waiting outside your front door with a bouquet of roses in his hands... you called the police... he got away before they could arrive.

...You had a stalker...

Immediately they had you pack up your belongings and you had no choice but to move across state for your own safety. You closed your fan mail P.O. Box and didn’t dare reopen one in case he figured out your new city... but you weren’t free of him... no, he wouldn’t leave you alone...

He flooded your emails, your comments on every post, and every stream with his deluded sick ramblings. Outright demanding you be his wife, calling you a slut for sharing more provocative cosplays with anyone else but him, sending you links to articles of clothing he wanted you to wear, to begging you to give him your address so he could deliver you ‘gifts’ in person...

Each time you blocked him, and each time he came back with a new number, a new email, a new account. The police couldn’t track him, and he openly admitted he loved how afraid he’d made you feel, saying he felt like a real life yandere... and you were his darling...

Needless to say, it had taken an aggressive toll on your health. The high levels of stress you were experiencing left you neurotic, you were afraid to leave the house and each time you did you felt like you were being watched, even a short trip to the corner store felt impossible without a disguise and at least one other person with you.

And to say it had affected your physical health as much as it did your mental state was an understatement at best. Constant stomach aches and bouts of anxiety left you without appetite and unable to eat more than a few bites most days, and nothing at all on others. You’d lost a lot of weight, too much weight... Your skin was palled and you looked like you were trapped in a constant sleep like state of forlornness within your own home, your mind, and your body...

Another knock sounded at the door, louder this time. Your fingers felt like ice, your palms were sweaty and your chest felt tight, you held your breath as you approached.., you peered through the peephole and smiled releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding...

...

The stream sparked with comments as suddenly you returned holding a large box of pizza and a bottle of soda along with your nightly medications to help you sleep without fear and try to get your anxiety under control. “False alarm guys! All safe! It was just the pizza guy!” You chime as you began to eat. Heartfelt comments of relief bubbled up before your eyes. All saying how happy they were that you were safe and that they were glad to see you eating something filling even if it wasn’t the healthiest.

A few others caught your attention amongst the praise and concern, ‘are you going to be attending BlizzCon again after what happened?’ It was a pretty common question these days, but one with good intentions. “Thanks guys... and Yeah I will, just... no more hugs or photos for the foreseeable future, just autographs... I’m sorry...” you frowned as you finished another slice before taking your medicine.

“But the good news is I’ll be debuting this cosplay there!” You smiled holding up the fabric carefully showing it off for your audience. Custom woven silk youd had handmade to look just like Hanzos original haori pattern, it was a highly expensive brocade, and one you were extremely proud of. You decided remaking your first ever costume would be a great idea to celebrate your careers anniversary.

You smiled seeing the comments flood in over how excited they were to see the finished look. You continued eating your dinner before swallowing the last of your medicine. Your blood turned to ice in your veins as a huge red flag popped up in your stream...

‘Such a good girl swallowing your medicine~ id love to drug you and tie you up my little dragon girl~

Immediately your moderators jumped in and kicked the user from the chat as they saw the visible distress they’d caused you... Your community rallied together sending comforting words through the screen for you, “I...I’m okay guys... I-I’ll be okay.” You sighed folding the box shut... only 4 slices but... at least you ate something today. You forced a smile despite the huge knot forming in your stomach, you felt so sick, “any suggestions for music while I w-”

‘-Teleporter online...I have opened the path.-‘

You blinked looking at the screen for a moment thinking you had an open tab or maybe that was an emote you set and forgot about. You watched in shock as the stream went wild flooding with comments and subs so fast the server began to lag. All of them screaming for you to turn around and-

“Look ou-” You were struck hard on the back of the head by something blunt and hard before something or someone, stocky and heavy slammed into you sending the garment flying from your grip, and you tumbling from your chair.

You flogged your head hard on the corner of the desk splitting your scalp open as you fell to the floor... You lay there, the room spinning like a teacup ride... you could hear gunfire but... where from?... you looked around trying to get your bearing as blood coated your vision. You saw what you could only describe as a giant portal on the wall adjacent to your desk... And through it you saw an all too familiar, tall, purple, sniper. Striding right towards you with her gun drawn....

Widowmaker...

As she moved to pull the trigger a loud blast sounded knocking her back from the gateway... was she after you?... Another explosion erupted through the portal and shrapnel flew through the opening right towards you. You couldn’t move, you closed your eyes and prepared for your death... but instead you heard a pained cry and felt a strong body clamber over top of of your own, shielding you from the potentially fatal blow...

The gateway closed... you looked up blinking your eyes trying to see with the blood coating your vision... so much blood... You couldn’t make out much, but what you could showed you exactly who this person was... Was this a dream? It had to be... were you dead?... possibly... Midnight black hair tied into a bun with a neat undercut, tidy facial hair, a pierced nose bridge and ears, and a beautifully ornate tattoo stretching from his neck down his muscular well toned arm... Hanzo Shimada...

You looked up at him in disbelief as your vision began to tunnel, this was a dream, there was no way this was real and yet... you reached up your delicate and soft hand placing it on his cheek, you could feel stubble from where he’d shaved, feel how smooth his skin was... he looked at you confused, you let out a soft gasp as your eyes met his... those sharp, beautiful eyes... this was him... this was your main.. your archer... your...

“H-Hanzo?...” you whispered. His eyes widened and his mouth hung slightly agape as he tried to fathom how you knew him or how to even reply... “Nani?...” he whispered. His voice, oh god his voice... this was him... you couldn’t help but giggle in repose before letting out a fragile whimper as unconsciousness finally took you.

He let out a panicked gasp thinking you’d suddenly dropped dead... he felt your pulse and was relieved to find you were still with him... he let out a pained grunt as he sat back on his knees trying to catch his breath, just for a moment... he looked to the wall where he’d come from seeing the portal was gone... He was stuck... “-oh god... ohhh my god what do I do?!-” he thought. His side hurt, he definitely had at least one broken rib and upon inspecting his armour he could see a number of metal and glass fragments sticking out of the bullet proof material... He only had one med pack on him but... He looked at you and frowned... he couldn’t just use it on himself when you were in this state...

As he moved to pick you up he paused hearing a noise above the desk... he stood and blinked seeing the twitch chat going insane typing his name... He watched as comment after comment flooded in fawning and fangirling over him, one however caught his keen eye as it passed, ‘who the hell are you?! How could she cheat on me?!....’

A million questions filled his mind... but right now it was clear he’d have to wait for them to be answered. He reached out and pulled the cord... He sighed and turned his attention back to you. He was an assassin, a killer... but he had a good heart. He’d never leave a civilian in a state like yours, plus... it was pretty obvious you knew who he was and... you were very cute...

The archer immediately looked around for something to wipe up the blood.. and the silky blue fabric strewn onto the floor seemed like a perfect option... he grabbed it without hesitation and held it to your wound as he lifted you up and carried you out into the hall in search of the bathroom... You felt far too lite even for him...

...

After patching you up and washing the blood from your face and hair Hanzo found himself in the awkward situation of having to change your shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and looked away as he pulled the bloodied cloth from your body... now to get the clean one on...

His face was bright red as he peered his eyes open casting them nervously in your direction... Immediately his apprehension melted away as he saw how sickly you looked... Pale, skinny, so fragile looking he thought it was a miracle he didn’t hurt you just by picking you up... he carefully guided the loose shirt over your delicate body before scooping you up as if he was handling a baby bird...

He carried you back into the hall and after opening several doors and tripping over boxes he managed to find your bedroom. Just a bed and a nightstand with several boxes stacked everywhere. It was clear you’d just moved in, or you were planning on moving out soon. Either way, it’d do....

After navigating around the boxes he gently lay you on the plush bedding tucking you in with care. Swaddled in the soft pillows and blankets you looked so sweet and delicate. He couldn’t stop his heart from thudding hard against his chest.

He took a moment to admire you, the archer had always had a taste for the finer things in life, and he couldn’t help but stop and admire things he found beautiful. And you were one such thing...

A radiant blue light began to wisp from his tattoo as two serpent like ethereal beings swirled from the inkwork and took on physical forms as they perched at your side. His two beloved dragons. Tomo and Mochi. They sat about the size of two large house cats. Dainty paw like claws, glistening cerulean blue top scales, silky ocean blue fur, and soft peachy pink and yellow underbellies. Along with a set of floppy ears and the most boopable noses in existence they truely were a majestic and yet the most adorable sight in the world.

The two chirped and preened at you curiously, tails swishing and whiskers twitching as they inspected you. “Pretty isn’t she?...” Hanzo whispered. They both looked up at their master and whistled approvingly at him before turning their attention back to you... they both whimpered spotting the wound before taking note of your sickly appearance...

“Hurt... frightened... frightened... scared... help...” mochi whispered. Her voice so soft and melodic.

“Bad man... bad man... protect... protect...” tomo growled curling up on your chest. His voice sounded like the crashing of tides during a violent storm and yet.., still so calm. Hanzo looked at them both before patting them and looking at you... “bad man huh?...” he whispered adding two and two together. Someone was causing you distress, and chances were it was related to your poorly appearance. “You want me to protect her from the bad man?” He asked.

The two nodded before proceeding to kneed the blanket like a cat would. They really were just scaly cats. He smiled and sighed gently stroking your hair. “Alright... I’ll look after her...” he whispered. He’d forever trust their judgment. They didn’t just manifest physically for anyone, and The last and only time he ever went against it resulted in the ‘death’ of his little brother Genji.... “Genji...” he gasped, panic surging through him as he remembered his brother was in that battle...

He had to get back, he had to find another gateway, something, anything, “Safe...” mochi suddenly chimed looking up at him. He paused looking at the large blue lizard. “Safe?... is Genji?...” he whispered. She nodded and hummed, “soba... Genji... Safe.” She purred. The archer sighed with relief, his little brother was alright... He could rest easy for now at least...

As Hanzo inhaled he felt a sharp pain sting his side... he was still wounded... he looked at you... then at the dragons... “please come get me if she wakes I... I need to...” he said gesturing to the wounds. The dragons nodded and whimpered with worry seeing their master was injured. “I-I’m alright you guys... really.” He smiled patting them both gently. They nuzzled his hands and chirped sweetly as he walked off to the bathroom to wash up and tend to himself...

...

Hanzo sighed contently as the hot water poured down his perfectly toned body. His muscles ached like all hell, and the warmth stung his now freshly stitched wounds, but it felt good. So nice to be clean, out of danger... Even still.... he looked down at his legs and sighed seeing where his prosthetics met what was left of his shins... He was in an unfamiliar place, he had no clue if it was even truely safe here... he was so afraid to take them off he even bathed with them just to be safe, they were waterproof anyway... a little longer wouldn’t hurt...

He thought about the battle, how it all went wrong so quickly, if they had of just listened to Genji it wouldn’t have happened but they didn’t.. and it did... And then the portal opened, he was so busy avoiding Widowmakers gunfire he didn’t even see it and he stumbled right through injuring you as he did so... He sighed... He felt like no matter what he did, even when he was trying to do good, he’d always end up hurting someone...

Your face sparkled in his mind, so sweet, so fragile... And he’d hurt you, unintentionally yes but still... He furrowed his brow remembering your gentle voice whispering his name, the comments on that screen typing it frantically as if they knew him... How did you know him? How did they know him?... Who was that commenter? Why did they think you were... cheating, on them?...

He sighed turning off the water and stepping from the shower... right onto the bloodied cloth... he leaned down and picked it up before pausing as he observed its shape, and the albeit bloodied but distinct pattern... It looked exactly like a slightly incomplete version of his traditional garb... “what... the fuck is going on here?...” he muttered to himself before setting it down and drying off...

...

After applying some disinfectant and the few remaining patches he had to his wounds he pulled on his trousers and stepped out carting they dirty laundry with him, The cloth included. He peered back into your room relieved to find you still asleep, and it seemed the dragons had decided to join you in a much needed rest.

He found himself exploring your apartment, mostly in search of the laundry. After putting the load in the washing machine he went about inspecting the rest of the building. It was pretty empty minus the boxes so there wasn’t really much to find. Eventually curiosity got the better of him, he thought maybe he could find you some comfier clothes to wear, or an extra blanket amongst the many boxes scattered throughout the home... He wasn’t expecting to find Mccrees hat... or Soldier 76’s visor... Or... “EEEEEK!!!!” He shrieked stumbling back out of shock....

He held a hand to his chest feeling like he’d just experienced a heart attack. He cautiously crept back to the box and pulled out its contents... He sighed with relief seeing it was an exact and thankfully empty replica of genjis helmet... The questions just became bigger and bigger with each box he opened. Even more so after finding an exact double of his stormbow, and multiple different outfits that looked far too similar to his own to be coincidental... Wherever he was, it was clear you knew him, and who overwatch and talon were for that matter too...

Unable to handle another possibly death inducing fright he decided it’d be best to look for something to feed you. If he was going to be stuck here he’d have to look after you, especially after clubbing you over the head with his bow... he set off to the kitchen.

Upon searching the pantry he found the usual suspects, sugar, salt, a bag of flour. But in terms of food that didn’t require much prep all he found was a bag of rice and an unopened pack of instant noodles. He grimaced remembering his life on the run from the clan, he’d eaten so many instant meals the thought of doing it willingly made him feel sick. He turned his attention to the fridge instead and blinked in confusion at first seeing it was full of food... but most of it was well past it’s expiry... Youd obviously bought it with intent to eat it but something had upset you enough that you couldn’t bring yourself to stomach it.

He got it... he really did. He’d suffered with anxiety his whole life and during the worst bouts of it he couldn’t even eat a few mouthfuls of rice never mind eat enough to maintain a healthy weight. He sighed and began to sort out the items tossing the expired food in the trash, if he was going to be stuck here, he’d be making some changes to your lifestyle real quick...

...

It was around 5am when he’d finished tossing out the garbage... The sun was beginning to rise and he had a beautiful view from your kitchen balcony. He yawned tiredly, he wanted so badly to just lay down and faint, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t just leave you unsupervised and chances are if he fell asleep now even the dragons clawing at him wouldn’t wake him up until he was rested.

“H-ey ar-...eey arch-er!! Ha-anzo can you h-ear me??” A familiar Latina voice sounded through his com earpiece. He’d put it back in his pocket after getting out of the shower. He almost didn’t hear it at first. Once he did though he fumbled with it clipping it back onto his ear and flicking the mike. “Sombra? Is that you?” He said sounding more hopeful than he intended to.

“Yeah it’s me! You’re alive!!” She laughed. “Yo guys! It’s all good we got him!” She cheered to somebody in the background. He could hear different members of overwatch cheering and sighing with relief... did... they miss him?... he couldn’t help but smile at the idea.. he was on good terms with all of them but still, he couldn’t help but feel there was some underlining hatred over the incident with Genji...

“Genji... is he? Is he alrig-” He tried to ask before a soft almost robotic voice cut him off. “I’m fine Anija, I’m just fine. Are you okay? The last we saw of you Widowmaker had you cornered and then you just... disappeared...” Genji said with worry heavy in his words.

“I’m okay..” Hanzo whispered feeling so relieved just to hear his brothers voice and know for certain that he was alright. “Are you sure Anija? You sound upset?... where are you? We couldn’t find you on location...” Genji frowned. Hanzo sighed rubbing his brow fixing his nose piercing as he did so. “I... I sustained a few injuries but I’ll survive... Is symmetra there? It... was one of her portals. It malfunctioned and when I fell through I... I may have injured a civilian...” he said anxiously.

“Are they alright?” Genji asked sounding calm as ever. “She’s unconscious, she hit her head but I’ve got it under control, it was an accident I swear!” He said panic rising in his voice. Genji smiled listening to him, Hanzo had such a gentle heart. He could tell by the tone of his voice alone he felt immense guilt, “Shh, Shh it’s alright Anija... if you got it under control and she’s alright that’s all that matters.” He whispers comfortingly, “just breathe.”

Hanzo sighed taking in a deep breath as he was told before exhaling. It fogged up in the cool morning air, “you’re right... it’ll be okay... Things are just... really weird here Genji...” he frowned. Suddenly sombras voice chimed in over the com, “while you two were having a heart to heart I’ve locked onto the signal location. I’ve informed Satya and Winston and they’re working on a fix now. I can’t keep this call active much longer before reaper gets suspicious so if there’s something you need hurry up and ask.” She said sounding urgent but there was an underlining tone of concern to her words.

Hanzo thought for a moment, “can you see if I can access my funds from here?...” he asked shivering slightly having forgotten he was shirtless. It was quiet for a moment, if it weren’t for the tapping of sombras fingers on her holopad he’d of thought the call had cut out. “All good to go, anything else?” She said sounding a bit more urgent. “No... thank you miss colomar.” He sighed, “Genji just... promise me you’ll stay safe...” he said looking down the street as the sunlight peered over the buildings.

“I will Anija... I promise.” Genji smiled. “Promise me you’ll do the same?...” he asked. Hanzo chuckled and smiled, “I will sparrow...” He said softly. Sombras voice chimed in again. “Good luck Robin Hood, we’ll get you back as soon as we can... Sombra out.” And with that the call went dead...

Hanzo sighed turning the com off, at least everyone was alright... the worst of his fears were taken care of.. he turned to head inside before blinking as he saw a hooded figure duck into an alleyway down the street... He’d always had a good sense for people... and he got nothing but bad vibes from that individual.. ‘-bad man... bad man...-’ the dragons words repeated in his mind.

He stared at the alley quietly waiting to see if anything or anyone would come creeping out... after a moment or two of nothing he sighed and headed inside, he was a patient man, but you’d undoubtably be waking soon and he wanted to have breakfast ready... plus his nipples were freezing.

...

You woke to the scent of bacon sizzling from down the hall, along with the smell of toast and pancakes?... as you moved to sit up you blinked feeling a sudden weight appear on your chest keeping you pinned and from moving your head... you managed to glance down just enough to see two Labrador sized... dragons... Laying there... looking at you...

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”

*crows flying away*

Hanzo was in the middle of dishing up breakfast when your ear splitting scream shook the apartment complex to its foundation.

He flew into the room, his bow drawn with an arrow knocked and ready only to see... you giggling and squealing in delight as the dragons tickled you... he blinked and lowered his weapon as he stared at you with a look of utter confusion on his face... you weren’t scared?

“That’s enough you two...” he said sternly and immediately the dragons backed off returning to a cat like size as he approached. You looked up at him bleary eyed... “a...am I dreaming?..” you whispered... “o-or am I dead?...”

He frowned and kneeled down gently checking your wound. It was already healing beautifully, Angela’s medicines never failed. “Neither..” he whispered as he gently pat your hair. “You’re... not... afraid?..” he asked confused.

You could remember last night fairly clearly, and despite the concussion the medications you were on surprisingly numbed the pain. You remembered the stream, the portal, hitting your head, Hanzo saving you... touching his face... feeling his presence... “why would I be afraid of you?...” you whispered smiling up at him.

“Because I’m a stranger in your home and I’m a lot more dangerous than I look.” He said frowning. “Oh... no that doesn’t sound right. I know all about you, you’re a 38 year old marshmallowy dorky Robin Hood knockoff disguised as an edgy cactus cosplaying as the green arrow who killed his brother and was emo about it for 10 years before putting on the best drama performance known to man since les Miserables once you found out he was alive. And you have two blue noodles... so scary.” You giggled.

He blinked before scowling and narrowing his gaze... he was naturally intimidating simply with his face at rest... but this... you felt genuinely unnerved by how dark his eyes had become... he suddenly smiled and began to laugh. Immediately all apprehension melted away, he had a beautiful laugh.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” He chuckled before standing up. Your face went bright red as you realised he was standing before you completely shirtless... Your embarrassment faded quickly though as you spotted the number of patches and bruising riddling his sides. “Y-you’re Hurt!” You say trying to sit up. He gently lay you back down tucking you in as he did so. “I’m fine... believe me when I say I’ve had worse.” He frowned feeling his legs ache... he’d left them on far too long... But you were awake... he’d have to deal with it...

You frown and reach up gently touching his cheek making him recoil slightly. “D-don’t be dumb...” you whisper. “Y-you’re hurt... you... you shouldn’t push peoples concern away when you’re hurt...” you mumble shyly. He tilted his head a little before leaning into your touch. “I know... but believe me. I’m fine... Right now I’m not the one with a concussion.” He whispered gently taking your hand from his cheek and squeezing it slightly.

You blushed feeling his rough skin on yours. His fingers were calloused in places from a life time of fighting and drawing back arrows. So coarse but... so gentle. “I’ve made you something to eat...” he said looking at how thin your wrist was, “Do you... have the energy to eat it or would you prefer I assist?”

If your face was pink before it was neon red now. “W...Wah?” You say shyly. He chuckled a little before stepping out. After a moment he returned with two plates and a bowl. He set the bowl on the floor and immediately the dragons leapt down tucking into whatever he’d prepared for them. He set the plates on the nightstand and immediately your mouth watered at the sight of what he’d made.

“it’s not much, just what I could find in the fridge that wouldn’t give you food poisoning... I’ve already caused you enough grief.” He sighed as he propped you up carefully amongst the pillows. “I-it looks so good...” you whisper feeling your stomach growl. In his presence any and all anxieties you had seemed to just... melt away like the pat of butter on those pancakes.

He suddenly held a forkful to your lips and you shyly nibbled at it until it was gone. “May I ask your name?..” he said as he fed you another bite. After swallowing it you blinked realising you knew so much about him, and yet the poor thing didn’t have a clue who you even were... “y/n... I’m... im y/n l/n.” You whisper. He nodded and continued feeding you seemingly satisfied when in reality he didn’t want to bombard you with questions when you’d just woken up.

As he finished feeding you he blinked as you began to sit up fully. “Nani? Stop that.” He scolded gently laying you back down. “I I need to have my morning medicine, and my morning stream starts at- o-oh god no! The haori!! What happened to it!” You say trying to get up but he wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t even have to struggle to keep you pinned under his palm.

“Y/n.” He said calmly and clearly. Immediately you froze as his eyes locked with yours... “Everything is alright...” he whispered, “I’ll go get your medicine for you... the haori is hanging up to dry... and... stream? Is... that a woman thing?” He asked confused.

You looked at him baffled for a moment before giggling, “no... I mean a live stream... I’m a cosplayer, I show my followers the process of me making my pieces... I... I was working on one of you actually...” you whisper. “You’re... a video game character here, i in fact all of Overwatch and talon are too.. it’s all just a video game franchise here.” You say trying to avert your gaze thinking he wouldn’t believe you...

He sat on the edge of the bed and hummed. “Well. That... actually answers most of my questions.” He chuckled. “Just so you know I nearly dropped dead from horror upon opening a box to find my brothers head. I’m amazed my screaming didn’t wake you up.” He snickered. He had such a mischievous grin, one you’d only ever pictured Genji wearing and yet... Hanzo wore it so well.

“S-sorry... I hope you don’t think I’m weird for it...” you whispered. Hanzo gently lifted your chin to face him before pointing at the dragons as they licked the bowl clean. “I have them, my brothers a cyborg, I come from a world where Im employed by a genetically enhanced gorilla and I fell through a portal in your wall after being shot at by a brainwashed ballerina made purple sniper... What part of me isn’t weird?” He says tilting his head.

You blinked up at him before laughing, you’d never expected him to have such a sense of humour, “I suppose you’re right.” You giggled before yawning. He smiled feeling his heart flutter, you had a beautiful laugh. He tucked you in once more as the dragons both jumped back up onto the bed, “I’ll go get your medicine...” he looked at the noodles as they began to kneed the blankets before getting comfy. “Don’t let her get up.” He smiled. They both nodded, you pouted.

As he left the dragons turned their attention to you... you booped their noses. They blepped.

He stepped into the kitchen and picked up the meds, as he went to fill a glass with water he paused hearing a ruckus... not from up the hall... but from outside the balcony.... he quietly crept closer to the sliding door and opened it as silently as he could before stepping out. He peered over the railing to see that hooded figure stumbling to his feet.

It was clearly a man, though he couldn’t see his face to confirm it he could hear him muttering and swearing. Beside him a number of over turned trash cans lay scattered about and busted as if he’d tried stacking them to climb up... After a moment of dusting himself off he turned around to pick them up and paused seeing the archer watching him...

He dropped the trash can and bolted for it... immediately alarm bells rang off in Hanzos mind. He stepped back inside and locked the balcony door, he locked the screen one to be safe as well before drawing the curtains... What should he do, call the police? No then he’d have to let you know, you were already distressed and he’d only just managed to get you to eat... He’d have no trouble protecting you himself anyway, and worse comes to worse... the dragons aren’t above eating human flesh...

He sighed and returned to gathering your meds, thankfully you’d had them all labeled but... so many different ones... You really weren’t well.

After getting a glass of water he returned to your room and paused seeing both you and the dragons were missing, ‘-she’d better be using the bathroom..-” He thought as he placed the medicine on your nightstand before going in search of you...

After checking a few rooms he finally located you in your little studio, wrapped in your duvet as you picked your chair up off the floor and climbed into it. The dragons both tugging frantically at you to get you back to bed. As you went to reconnect the power board you paused as a strong pair of arms lifted you up and swaddled you in your blanket, “what do you think you’re doing?” He asked as he carried you out.

“I-I have to start my morning stream! I-I’ve never missed one not even when I’m at a convention! I have to edit footage for a tutorial t- oh god the footage!! The stream last night they saw everything!! I have to let them know I’m al-” he gently placed his thumb to your lips silencing you. “That’s enough. You can afford to have a day off. You’re not well y/n...” he whispered as he placed you back into bed.

He didn’t offer you a chance to protest, as soon as you opened your mouth he gave you your medicine. You could only blush and comply. After taking the last one he made sure you drank the rest of the water too. In your current state you needed it more than ever. He waited until you were done before setting the glass down and making sure you were comfy. “Now, go back to sleep...” he said as the dragons climbed back up to snuggle with you. They both changed size again, now they stood about the height of two large dogs.

“B-but....” you tried to argue but one steely eyed gaze from the archer silenced your pleas, you knew he was right, but you were just as stubborn as he was. Even still, you did as you were told feeling far too tired to argue. You relaxed into the pillows and sighed, “okay..” you mumbled. He nodded and gently pat your hair checking on the wound one more time. It was healing far quicker than he’d expected. He blinked as suddenly Tomo leaned in close sniffing at the cut before licking at it. As he did so it healed over a bit more... “well... that explains that then.” He chuckled patting the dragon, “good boy...” he smiled before standing up.

“I’ll wake you around lunch time. If you need me I’ll be close by, I promise.” He smiled back at you from the doorway before stepping out. You watched him go before sighing happily and cuddling your pillow as the dragons curled up around you protectively. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up...

...

True to his word Hanzo woke you around noon. He’d spent the morning mulling about your apartment, tidying up the place a little, preparing lunch with the little food you had left, and literally sewing himself a new shirt given his other one was well and truely torn up to all hell, and walking around in his battle gear in public didn’t exactly sound pleasant or smart for that matter. It wasn’t perfect, but he’d learnt enough during his time on the run that it would do.

He quietly opened your bedroom door and smiled at the sight that greeted him. You fast asleep and the dragons watching you adoringly. They both lifted their heads greeting their master as he entered, well, either because of him or the food he was holding he wasn’t sure.

You suddenly stirred from your short rest, your eyelids fluttered open and you yawned stretching a little before smiling as the archer approached, “sleep well?...” he whispered as he sat beside you again. You nodded rubbing your eyes in the most adorable fashion, “mhm..” you hum as helped you sit up right.

As if out of reflex he immediately held a mouthful of food to you, he’d spent his whole life looking after others, and it seemed that even after 10 years on the run those needs and habits hadn’t left him. Besides, he quite enjoyed looking after you.

You blushed and opened up for him gladly, who were you to argue? Your main had appeared from thin air and was doting over you on his own accord without hesitation, it was a literal dream come true.

Once he was done feeding you he set the dish down letting the dragons have the remnants, he wasn’t planning to but the guilt trip they were pulling gave him little choice. They both pounced on it in a comical manner making you giggle, it was music to Hanzos ears, you had a beautiful laugh.

He leaned in closer seeing your wound had closed over, while it was still bruised it looked almost completely healed... he smiled and gently took your hands in his. “I think you’ll be alright to get up now.” He whispered as he gazed into your eyes. You blushed and nodded cutely up at him, “th-Thank you.” You said shyly.

It wasn’t hard for him to help you up, though he did hold you a little longer than expected out of fear you’d faint or get dizzy but amazingly you were fine. You looked up at him before awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Can I?... st-” he cut you off by picking you up to put you back into bed. “No,” he said sternly. “Okay! Okay! Can I have a shower then p-please?” You blushed up at him.

He thought for a moment before nodding. “Okay but first... is... there a store nearby here?” He asked. The question confused you but you answered anyway, “yeah... why?” You blinked. “I’ll need to get some more disinfectant for your wound... and my own ones for that matter too. The med packs are only designed for one use until a medic can find you.” He sighed, “plus I need to get some new clothes if I’m going to be here for a while, and I don’t have enough ingredients to make dinner...”

“ohhh I see.” You smile. “There’s one a short walk from here but...” you looked down worriedly. He placed his hands on your shoulders and smiled. “Go have a shower and get dressed, you can come with me... I can’t exactly leave you unsupervised and I don’t trust those two on their own.” He chuckled making the dragons pout. Your heart fluttered slightly, while the idea of going outside terrified you, the idea of being alone was even worse, plus... You felt safe with Hanzo... he’d keep you safe...

You nodded and smiled up at him, “okay!” You chirp before shuffling to one of the packing boxes and pulling out some clothes before heading ro the shower. After clicking the door shut you blinked seeing Hanzos armour folded neatly on the vanity, he vest cut up, the chest plate cracked... why didn’t he gave any boots or... where were his grieves?... was he still wearing them?... why?...

...

After a quick shower you applied a little makeup to look less like a corpse before doing your hair up in a messy bun and getting dressed. A simple but cute look. You stepped into the living room in time to see Hanzo absorbing the dragons back into his tattoo. They both spiralled around his arm returning to their places in the inkwork masterpiece. He turned his gaze and smiled seeing you. “Ready?” He asked. You nodded and walked to his side jumping a little in surprise as his firm hand slid around your waist, “if you get tired or feel any unpleasantness let me know...” he whispered.

You felt your heart beat a mile a minute as he pulled you closer, holding you so gently, so protectively... you felt so safe, you nodded and looked up at him shyly, “I will.” You smile sheepishly. He looked down at you and smiled before seeing your feet. “You can’t go out barefoot...” he says sitting you down at the dining table before fetching you some sneakers. He kneeled down and you heard the soft hiss and click of the pressure locks on his legs... were... they just grieves?...

He took his time sliding the socks onto your feet, he couldn’t resist sliding his hand up your delicate legs as he did so, the bold action made you shiver in delight... He slid your shoes on and tied them in an unusual but pretty criss cross bow before helping you back up. “There.” He smiled.

“I-i could have worn sandals.” You blushed. “They’re not the best shoes for walking... though granted I haven’t had to wear them for a long time.” He sighed slightly as he took your hand in his. “Let’s go.” He smiled glancing at you as he lead the way. ‘-what did he mean by that?...-’ you thought before following after him obediently.

...

The walk to the store was pleasant though it did take some coaxing on Hanzos part to get you further than the street corner. When the archer offered to carry you instead you gladly accepted. He lifted you onto his back with no trouble though the way his knees buckled slightly caused you worry. He didn’t seem bothered though so you tried to ignore it as best you could, but it made you feel guilty nevertheless... He was hurt and hiding it for your sake...

You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed as he sat you in the cart and proceeded to push you around the store like that, “comfy?” He asked as he looked for a decent loaf of bread. “E-everyone’s staring.” You whisper. He looked at you and smiled, “Aren’t people allowed to look at beautiful things?” He paused realising he’d said that outloud.

The two of you stared at each other in awkward silence before you reached over and grabbed a loaf of bread to hide your reddening face. He couldn’t help but chuckle, he plucked it from your grip and replaced it with a better brand, “well, I’m not lying.” He smiled swallowing his fear as he proceeded to push you along.

You looked up at him stunned before throwing the loaf of bread at him. His hand swung up faster than anything you’d ever seen catching it with ease, he looked at you and winked. Your heart almost exploded. You hid your face and squealed intangibly. He shook his head unable to contain the grin spreading across his face.

After grabbing a few more things including some snacks you liked he pushed you through the checkout and paid. The girl behind the counter looked so envious of you, thinking Hanzo was your boyfriend by the way you two were behaving.

It wasn’t until you two left the store you realised the archer had paid for your groceries. “H-hey wait a minute! How much was all that?!” You blurt out as he hooked the bags over his shoulder and lifted you from the cart, “Not much why?” He said taking your hand and walking towards a clothing store across the street. “S-so I can pay you back! You didn’t have t-” your words died in your throat as he turned on his heel and planted a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s enough. Help me pick out some clothes, or I’ll have no choice but to go naked.” He winked playfully before leading you inside.

You didn’t know how to respond, your face was bright red, it felt like it was on fire. Did this mean he wanted you? Wanted to be yours? Did he do it just to shut you up? Had he been flirting with you this whole time? You could only manage a meek little whimper in response as you followed him into the store.

...

It was pleasant inside the little shop. You’d never been in here before but it was nice, the clothes were mostly band tees or alternative styles, you were surprised with how quickly Hanzo chose what he wanted. He knew what fit him and what he liked and stuck with it.

You sat patiently on one of the sofas they had for customers to rest on and waited. The music was nice, the atmosphere was peaceful. Part of you had begun to feel silly for letting fear keep you from the outside world until.... you looked out the window... You saw a hooded figure standing across the street with their phone raised in your direction. You felt panic begin to rise within your chest, they were the right height but you couldn’t see their face, maybe it was someone else? It had to be! Maybe they were taking a selfie? Or a photo of the street for Instagram? There had to be an explanation.

“Y/n?...” Hanzos deep voice cut through the anxiety clouding your mind. You jumped realising he was holding you now... you looked back out the window to see the man was gone... “y/n...” he said again making you look at him. The dragons were snarling and roaring within his mind... “I saw him too....” he whispered and your blood ran cold...

You don’t remember the walk back, you spent it clinging onto the archer for dear life sobbing uncontrollably until you reached home. As soon as you were inside he dropped everything and hugged you tightly to his chest. “Breathe now....” he whispered. “Tell me 5 things you can see....” he said as he began to ground you...

“Th-the” you hiccuped out as he carried you to the sofa, he laid down and held you close letting you rest against him, “take your time.” He crooned. “The tv... the groceries, the kitchen, the table, y-... you” you whispered. He nodded, “now 5 things you can hear.” He said as the dragons suddenly emerged from his arm, they instantly flocked to you sensing your distress.

“I can hear... the t-traffic outside, the dragons, they make very cute sounds...” you sigh and cuddle them close as your breathing steadied, they licked at your cheeks cleaning up your tears before gagging as they tasted your makeup. “Sorry guys.” You whisper patting them. “Anything else? It doesn’t have to be 5.” Hanzo whispered. “...your heartbeat... it’s so... soothing.” You hummed as you finally calmed down.

He smiled and leaned down kissing your hair before realising... the wound was gone... He blinked looking at the small scar before chuckling slightly, “I knew the dragons had healing powers but... They never fully worked on me. It seems on you though, they tried their hardest to help you.” He sighed with relief, “your wound is all better now.”

You looked up at him confused before feeling your scalp. It was gone... you turned your attention to the dragons who were still looking at you with such worry in their eyes... you hugged them both tightly and smiled. “Thank you guys.”

“Welcome... you’re welcome.. happy? Happy? Safe....” they hummed. You blinked. “They can talk?” You asked. Hanzos eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock, “you can hear them?!” He said looking at them as they rolled over displaying their bellies for tummy rubs of which you gladly supplied. “Yeah... I mean... I think?” You said patting them, “in my head?” You say looking back at him.

He looked at the dragons who nodded at him approvingly... he gently placed his hand on your chest. “In your soul... Theyre spirits after all... they can not communicate the same as you and I would... for... whatever reason they’ve deemed you worthy of hearing them.” He whispered...

You blushed gently placing your hand on his trying to keep your heartbeat steady and failing. “Hanzo...” you whispered. He looked at you so fondly, “yes y/n?..” he whispered. “Do you?... like me?... is that why I can hear the-” you froze as he pressed his lips to your forehead again, “does that answer your question?...” he sighed, “I’m sorry if I’m too forward I...” he paused as you pecked him on the cheek in response.

His face went bright red and he cleared his throat looking away suddenly very shy. Displays of affection were uncommon for him, and he honestly was expecting you to reject him. He definitely wasn’t prepared for you to return his affections... “does... this mean?” He asked sheepishly. You nodded and smiled slightly, “yeah, if... if you want me I mean...” you hid your face in his chest, “I-I’ve been crushing on you for so long and I I’d really like to be yours!!” You squeal your words slightly muffled by his shirt.

He blinked and smiled looking at you then the dragons who both nodded eagerly for him to seal the deal... he gently lifted your chin and locked his eyes with yours, “in that case...” he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered shut leaning into the kiss... He pulled away after a moment and smiled, “Will you be mine?...” he asked shyly. You nodded maybe a little too eagerly in response. He smiled and pressed his lips back to yours in another chaste kiss.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his strong hands pulling you flush against his body and your soft lips nibbling playfully at his wanting further purchase of his mouth. He smiled pulling away softly as his brow furrowed, a number of burning questions in his mind forming on his tongue. “Now then... before we continue any further.” He sighed. “I need to know... who is that man?.. why are you so afraid of leaving your home?... and why did he set you off?...” he frowned.

The colour drained from your cheeks slightly and you buried your face into his neck... “he... I don’t know if it was him... it can’t be... I moved so far away, I was so careful... the police promised he’d never find me...” you whimpered.

“Y/n...” Hanzo whispered lifting your chin to face him, “answer me... please... I promise if he’s a threat to you I’ll protect you..” he said looking into your eyes. You stared up at him before letting out a shaky sob.. “remember how I told you I was a streamer?... well.. I... I have a lot of fans...”

...

It was sunset by the time you were done recounting your story to him, he held you tight through all of it, he listened intently to each word and dried your eyes as you cried. He couldn’t bring himself to mention his previous encounters, that’d only upset you further... Instead he resolved himself to comforting you with intent on telling you later...

The two of you lay there with the dragons snuggled beside you. Hanzo gently ran his fingers through your hair, smiling tiredly at you as he did so, the battle, the long night, and the even longer day were clearly taking their affect on him but he was determined to stay awake for you. “Would you like to help me cook dinner?” He asked stifling a yawn. You nodded and hummed in response before getting up.

The dragons both slid off the couch after you stretching before waiting for their master... Hanzo stood and as soon as he did his knees buckled in pain. He managed to grab the coffee table saving himself in time from hitting the floor. “H-hanzo?!” You gasped grabbing hold of him as he stood up right. “I...I’m fine.” He grimaced, “just... a little more sore than I was expecting...” he sighed.

You looked up at him seeing the pain in his eyes... “but..” you tried to press him further but he simply patted your hair and walked to the groceries... or rather... limped to them... how long had he been limping for?... You frowned and followed after him stepping between him and the fridge as he tried to put the groceries away. “L-let me see your leg!” You demanded. You weren’t expecting his face to go so pale at that question...

“No... I told you.. I’m fine..” he sighed before lifting you out of the way but not before planting a kiss on your forehead. You frowned getting upset that he wouldn’t let you help him. “I told you not to be dumb!!” You suddenly shouted making him freeze and look at you. “I-I told you, you shouldn’t push peoples concern away when you’re hurt... and you are hurt aren’t you! That’s why you’re limping!! Please let me help you!” You scream as you began to tear up...

He looked at you for a moment before proceeding to put the last of the groceries away... He frowned glancing at you again before walking to the kitchen table and pulling out a chair to sit down so he could face you. “I suppose... if were to be in a relationship I shouldn’t hide this from you... no matter how much the memory alone hurts me.” He sighed as he sat.

You looked at him confused as he pulled up his trousers over his knee revealing his leg... Youd always thought they were grieves, everyone did, everyone in the Overwatch community was told he just had dainty ankles, that he was designed that way... Your eyes widened as he clicked the pressure lock release. A click, a hiss of steam, and the limb literally dropped off revealing a stump... covered in dried blood...

He frowned looking at it, “I left them on too long again.” He sighed, “the skin gets irritated after a while with all the friction and movement... and.., if I leave it on too long, it’ll ble-” he froze as you suddenly placed a wet cloth over the stump... The haori fabric you’d been so worried about damaging... The skin needed something soft and smooth... To hell with the cost, he needed it..

The archer sat there in stunned silence as you cleaned the dried blood away before applying moisturiser to the inflamed skin. You clicked off the other leg without warning and he grabbed hold of the limb clicking it back on, “NO!!” He shouted a lot louder than he’d intended... “please no...” he whimpered meekly looking away from you... you jumped a little in fright but you obviously felt no where near as frightened as the archer did... You carefully put the other leg back onto him clicking it back into place before climbing into his lap and cuddling him... “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you...” you whispered.

He sighed and pulled you closer hiding his face into your neck, “i...I just..” he forced out a shaky breath, “I hate how vunerable I feel without them...” he whispered. “I understand... it’s... like how I feel right?... the fear you’ll be caught unawares by someone after you?...” you cooed as you untied the ribbon holding his hair so you could run your fingers through it. He nodded slightly. “Exactly like that...” he frowned. “I’m sorry I... I had no right to raise my voice at you blossom.”

You blushed at the sweet little pet name and smiled hugging him tighter, “its okay.., I should have asked, I only wanted to check it.. I promise.” You hummed. He nodded, “I know you did I... I...” he croaked. “It just scared me is all...” he whispered. You smiled patting his hair, you’d only ever seen Hanzo displayed as this cold hearted warrior, to see him so vunerable and fragile like this... it made your heart both melt and ache at the same time. “Let’s cook dinner okay?.. then...” you paused and blushed. “We can shower.. together... and I I can repay you for looking after me by... looking after you.” You smiled shyly.

He sat back and looked at you surprised, “I... what? Are you serious I mean.. I-I’m not complaining I but-” he stammered now very flustered. You giggled and kissed his forehead again before standing back up, “will... you be okay to stand?” You asked with worry in your voice. He nodded and grunted as he stood up, you frowned hugging him tightly in an attempt to support his weight though even if you weren’t so skinny it wouldn’t have done much. He smiled and hugged you back, “I’m alright... now... give me back my hair tie so I can see.”

You looked up at him and started laughing seeing his hair was covering his eyes, “here lemme fix it.” You giggled reaching up to tie his hair out of the way.

...

The evening carried on at a pleasant pace, the two of you made dinner, Hanzo both impressed and terrified you with how fast he could chop vegetables, and he amazed you with how good of a cook he was when he had a wider variety of ingredients to work with.

You both ate and conversed all the while feeding bite sized pieces to the dragons as they begged for your food. Occasionally Hanzo would feed you a bit of his, and in turn youd give him some of yours though he was intentionally ‘missing’ your mouth so he’d have an excuse to lick it off~

He insisted on doing the dishes despite your arguments. It resulted in him sitting you on the bench by the sink and giving you the title of supervisor, he proceeded to clean up while you got to sit and relax, pouting that he’d gotten his way.

Once he was done he turned to you and smiled lifting you from the counter and into his arms. He looked so nervous... “ready for that shower?...” he whispered. You nodded and smiled, “I promise I’ll be kind...” you hummed. He chuckled slightly and nodded, “thank you blossom...” he smiled kissing your chin before carrying you to the shower. He placed you on the vanity and continued to nibble at your neck as his deft hands slid your shorts and panties down in one go.

“H-hanzo..” you gasped shaking slightly, how long had it been since you’d had this? Anything like this? He looked at you curiously, a hint of worry in his eyes. “Too fast?...” he whispered. You shook your head as a deep blush coated your cheeks, “n-no I... I just... I’m nervous.” You whisper. He smiled and planted another gentle kiss to your lips, always so gentle, “don’t worry, I am too...” he sighed.

You looked at him and smiled sheepishly before gently tugging at his shirt wanting to take it off. He smiled and lifted his arms helping you slide it over his broad shoulders revealing his well toned torso to you. You’d already seen it before, plenty of times if you counted him in the video game! Why did it feel so different now?... You looked away shyly and he hummed turning your chin back to face him as he tensed and flexed his muscles for you a little. “Oh gosh.” You say feeling like your face was on fire.

He chuckled and gently placed his hands on your sides sliding them up and slowly lifting your shirt over your head before dropping it to the floor and admiring your body now only dressed in a cute lacy bra. “Still so thin... don’t worry koneko-chan, we’ll get you better in no time.” He smiled before making short work of the clasps and removing the delicate garment leaving you exposed all for his viewing pleasure.

You shyly hid your face in his chest, “h-hanzo...” you whispered timidly. He practically purred in response as he lifted you into his arms, “yes?” He paused feeling you tugging on the waistband of his trousers, “eager are we?” He teased playfully before untying the ribbon letting them fall to his ankles... he sighed and set you in the shower, you could see the anxiety forming within him as his body grew more and more tense... He stepped into the shower and sat down before removing his legs and setting them out, you’d never imagined you’d see him like this, so vunerable...

A gentle smile crept onto your lips as you turned the steamy water on, you sat down between his thighs and began to help him bathe, “I think you’re still handsome.” You coo. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious what happened to him but... Right now it was best not to pry.

He smiled and gently pulled you closer as he rested his head against the wall, “Thank you blossom...” he sighed closing his eyes as you began to wash his hair, “I can do that myself kitten.” He hummed. “And I could feed myself but you did that for me.” You chirped. He snickered in response, “touché.” He smiled.

Up this close you could see how tired he really was, his eyes looked heavy with sleep and his tense muscles were growing more and more relaxed by the second. His strong hands suddenly slid up your back as he began to bathe you too, he blinked as you gently grabbed his wrists stopping him. “N-no... y-you can wait until I’m done looking after you!” You pouted. He blinked before laughing softly and sitting still once more, “very well.” He sighed.

You smiled triumphantly and continued to clean him being mindful of his wounds, though you had to admit you were getting very distracted by the archers muscles... and as your eyes drifted down his torso and beyond you froze seeing the heat he’d been packing, he was slightly longer than average but, thick... he was so thick. Your face went bright red and you looked up to see him looking at you with a playful smirk and a raised eyebrow, “took you that long to notice? I’m hurt~” he snickered.

“I! I! I didn’t mean I! I’m sorry! I wha?!” You stammered out and covered your face now extremely flustered. He smiled taking your delicate wrists and removing your hands from your face, “I think it’s my turn to wash you now don’t you think?” He whispered. You nodded shyly closing your eyes, “o-oka-....” you paused hearing chirping and whimpering...

The two of you looked up to see the dragons trying to climb over the lip of the shower screen, behaving like pets worried their owners were drowning. “Oh stop it you pair we’re fine!” Hanzo groaned. You laughed as they slid down into the water before panicking as they tried to get out.

...

After managing to wrangle the worried noodles out of the bath you finished bathing and helped Hanzo reattach his legs but not before applying some of your moisturiser to the inflamed skin. After helping him reapply the patches to his wounds the two of you spent a good 30 minutes just standing and holding each other in a fluffy towel, no talking, no worries, the whole world melted away and it was just the pair of you.

Changing the bedsheets was an interesting endeavour with the dragons snaking their way under the blankets every 5 seconds. No matter how annoyed Hanzo seemed to get with them they refused to listen, only because they loved making you laugh.

Eventually though, the pair of you got settled beneath the sheets, your head resting against his chest, and the dragons curled up inbetween your legs. You’d managed to convince the archer to keep his prosthetics off for the night. He was hesitant but agreed nonetheless, he set them close by in case... right next to his stormbow. Old habits die hard...

He held you close smiling as he felt your heartbeat against his body, “I certainly wasn’t expecting this when I boarded the dropship for that mission... but I’m not complaining.” He yawned as he rubbed your back. You hummed in response as your eyelids grew heavy, it was a long day and you were both exhausted, granted the archer was probably struggling to stay awake more than you right about now.

You leaned up and kissed his chin as you closed your eyes, “I’d never even thought it possible and yet my wildest dream came true.” You whispered. He laughed softly and nuzzled your hair loving the scent of your strawberry shampoo, “I’ve been called many things in my life, that’s definitely a new one to add to the list.” He whispered. You giggled and yawned in response, “mhm~”

He smiled down at you before kissing your hair where the little scar remained, “goodnight blossom...” he whispered, “night...night... Hanzo...” you yawned as you drifted off. He gently patted your hair before flicking off the lamp and snuggling up with you for a well deserved rest...

...

‘-...Bad....Man...’

‘...Bad...Man....Outside...Outside...’

‘Danger.... kill...Kill...KILL!!’

Hanzo woke with a start and frantically looked around the room, it was early in the morning and the sun had yet to rise... He rubbed his eyes tiredly seeing the dragons both guarding the bed and staring at the hallway with teeth bared into vicious snarls... He looked to his side and paused seeing you there... sleeping so serenely... He’d never let anyone terrorise you again... The cause of your anxieties and fear ended now...

He planted a soft kiss to your cheek before clicking on his legs and grabbing his bow and quiver... He looked at the dragons who stared back at him awaiting a command... he nodded and they both faded back into his tattoo to guide him.

The apartment was dark but there was a faint glimmer of moonlight shining in from the windows... and the now very open balcony door. The archer had always been a master at hiding in the shadows. He’d taken down countless targets under the cover of night, murderers, rapists, human traffickers, and drug running kingpins... But none had made his blood boil as much as this creep, dragons were extremely protective entities, and this monster had harmed his princess...

He knelt down and allowed his eyes to adjust to the space scanning for any movement... He saw a figure creeping out of the laundry and into the living room holding something... your underwear... The archer drew an arrow and knocked it into his bow, he intentionally made a sound doing so... He wanted to play with this rat...

The hooded figure jumped slightly and looked around for the source of the noise... He stuffed your panties into his pocket and began creeping towards the hall clearly not seeing the number of boxes you’d left stacked in the way. He tripped and staggered forward landing on his face with a loud thud. “Ugh fuck!” He blurted out. He clearly wasn’t afraid about getting caught, he was parading around like he owned this place.

He stood up and groaned before kicking the box over scattering its contents out, it clattered loudly and from down the hall Hanzo heard you stir... he had to protect you, he had to keep you safe. He backed up down the hall, slowly standing upright as he did so. The silicone padding on the bottom of his feet allowed him to move silently. But right now, silence was not what he wanted, he wanted to lure him closer, he wanted to be sure there was no chance of him escaping.

The archer tapped the toe of his prosthetic against the hardwood floor making your stalker turn his attention to the hall, “y/n?... is that you my love?” He called out approaching slowly.

‘-closer... just a little closer...-’ Hanzo thought as he drew back is arrow taking aim. “Babe?...” your sweet soft voice sounded from the bedroom and the creeps eyes seemingly glistened from under the hood as he started rushing down the hall towards your room, “yes my love! It’s me! I’m here! I-”

He froze seeing a brilliant blue light glimmer from the darkness and a war cry that echoed like the thunder of a raging storm assaulted his ears. Hanzo stared him down and released the dragons.... “ryuuga wagateki wo KURAU!!!”

...

As you stepped out of the bedroom you immediately staggered back in as a blinding blue light flashed through the darkened corridor and the screaming of a man mingled with the howling roars of two great beasts...

After another moment it was completely silent, and a light turned on in the kitchen. You rushed out to see Hanzo having a glass of water, the dragons both lounging on the counter looking pleased with themselves. The balcony door was closed, and the box neatly packed back up. The archer glanced at you and smiled adoringly, “did I wake you blossom?” He asked.

“Wh-What happened?” You whimpered rushing into his arms. “Nothing to worry about blossom...” he crooned hugging you close. “Just took care of an unwanted pest... Go back to bed I’ll be right there in a moment.” He hummed. You looked up at him confused then at the dragons as suddenly mochi started heaving. After a few seconds she spat out your underwear... And a cellphone...

You picked it up and shook it to get the dragon drool off of it before freezing as you saw the phone screen... A photo of you sitting in a clothing store... taken from outside... across a street... you dropped the phone before looking up at hanzo. The archer looked at you sheepishly as if he was afraid he’d upset you, or that you’d hate him for what he’d done.

You smiled as tears pooled in your eyes... A weight rose up from your shoulders and the air felt so crisp in your lungs as in that moment you felt like you could finally breathe. You couldn’t contain your emotions any longer and you started to sob openly, free, you were finally free from this nightmare. “Y/n d-dont cry, I’m s-” Hanzo tried to apologise thinking you were upset, you hugged him tightly cutting him off mid sentence. “Thank you...” you cried nuzzling into his chest.

He stood there confused beyond words. He looked at the dragons who both tilted their heads towards you. He smiled and hugged you back lifting you into his arms. “It’ll be okay now...” he whispered as he carried you back to bed. He pulled back the covers and rested you in the plush bedding planting a loving kiss to your lips as he dried your tears, “Shh now, no more crying.” He whispered as he huddled over you to pepper your cheeks with kisses.

You’d never expected him to be such a passionate or affectionate man, and yet here he was comforting you with innocent and loving kisses, it was so strange but so lovely to see this hardened assassin you once thought you’d only ever see on a screen be so soft and gentle. And all for you. “H-Hanzo...” you hiccuped as you tried to settle down.

The archer just smiled and pressed his forehead to yours, “Shh take your time. Breathe now.” He cooed softly, you nodded slightly looking up into his eyes. “Thank you...”

...

A couple weeks passed by, when the topic of staying or returning with Hanzo was brought up it wasn’t a difficult decision for you. You wanted to be with him, and you’d get to live with him in a world you’d only ever dreamed of living in. Plus, you didn’t really have to pack anything given you never really unpacked to begin with.

In the short time period together your relationship with the archer had flourished, he made a habit of taking you out of the house each day, and each day he’d take you somewhere different, somewhere further from the safety net of your home. Although your stalker was gone the fear he’d instilled within you lingered, itd be a while before you would be better, but that was okay. In both your mental and physical health Hanzo swore to be at your side each step of the way.

Your streams had become less frequent as you explained to your followers you were moving again and would be gone for a while, you hoped they’d just forget about you and move on... life’s more interesting with mystery and so forth.

Despite your best efforts in trying to explain away that fateful night to your followers all of your livechats were filled with comments about the ‘strange man’ whose resemblance with ‘the real’ Hanzo was uncanny. You’d initially tried to say he was a friend not wanting to reveal too much of your now unbelievable personal life. That flew out the window during a gaming stream when the archer casually walked in and hugged you from behind in only a towel.

Hanzo found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off of you, he’d never loved anyone as much as he did you. Each time he looked at you he couldn’t help but smile, and in only a few days you’d brought him out of the prickly shell he’d surrounded himself in for so long.

You made it your life’s mission to make him laugh at any opportunity after you made him literally snort and cry from laughing at a silly joke. You made him so happy in ways you’d never fully know, and if only he knew just how much you loved him, how greatful you were for him.

...

You yawned and stretched as you woke, it was morning.. and the spot next to you was mysteriously empty... but you knew where your dragon man was.

Sure enough after a moment the door creaked open to the dragons scampering in and jumping onto the bed for snuggles. And Hanzo followed them in holding breakfast.

You smiled and hummed drinking him in with your eyes, he was a vision in the morning light, his long black hair draped elegantly over his shoulder, his bare chest exposed, and the only thing covering him were a loose pair of sweats. “Good morning my darling blossom.” He smiled walking to you.

“Mmmorning love~” you hummed as he set the plates down on the bedside table, “it smells nice, did you sleep well?” You asked as he helped you sit up, you were a lot healthier now but it had become pretty clear by now that he enjoyed pampering you, his beloved deserved only the best after all.

“Mhm.” He smiled looking at the food before looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I think I want a snack before breakfast.” He purred lowly. You blushed and rubbed your eyes in an adorable fashion, “oh? But won’t that spoil your appetite?~” you giggled and without warning he pounced pinning you into the pillows and nibbling at your lips with hungry passionate kisses that stole your breath away and left your lips pink and swollen.

His hands began to trace under your shirt as you clawed at his back, he was a beast in bed, and you loved how wild he could get in the throws of passion. He began to slide off your pyjama shorts when suddenly-

‘-Teleporter online, I have opened the path-‘

You both turned your attention to the wall next to the bed as a huge portal opened and a tall and very familiar woman entered. Symmetra, “Hanz-Oh my.” She paused looking at you two, “pardon my intrusion I’ll come b-” she was cut off as another familiar face stepped through..

“Anija!!.... OHHHH MY GOOOOOD!!!!” Genji screamed before bursting into a fit of excitedly happy laughter. “YOU FINALLY GOT LAID!” He cackled. Hanzo grabbed one of the plates and threw it at him red faced with either embarrassment or anger. Either way you couldn’t help but giggle.

It didn’t take long to get your stuff through the gateway, immediately d.Va was all over you begging you to let her hook you up as a streamer. Genji was swift to jump in and get to know you as well, he couldn’t keep from teasing his older brother about when you two would be getting married. It took Mccree having to carry him away to get him to stop.

You took one last walk through your empty apartment before sighing as you spared a final thought for your old life and the journey ahead. You smiled feeling an ever present hand wrap itself in yours. You looked up and smiled as Hanzo smiled back, “ready?” He asked squeezing your hand slightly. You squeezed back and nodded, “ready.” You hum. He nodded and picked you up holding you tight and kissing you gentle as he carried you through the gateway...

The only thing you left behind was a bag of trash in the bin, and in it... the bloodied remnants of an unfinished haori... and a cellphone...