#and Hanzo doesn't realize that he's singing for him at first and say to him

[wickedlittleoz]

random shimadacest drabble to start off the week ✨

explicit, m/m & f/f (includes genderbending spells, to female then back to male), 1770 words, features cupidzo and royal guard genji (as halloween costumes)

inspired by these messages from @nuggies69:

and like fuck the wizard right but i couldn't pass on this LMAO anyways enjoy the silly~

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If you were to ask them, they still don't know how it happened.

All they know is that Hanzo and Genji were on their way to a costume party on Halloween, as one does – Hanzo dressed up as a slutty cupid and Genji, as a medieval knight. There had been a mistake with their order, which made them come in opposite sizes, so both feel extremely out of place in the other's costumes, but that's what they get for ordering last minute things. Suddenly, a storm fell around them, strong winds and lightning and thunder, and when they look around each other...

Well, the first thing Genji notices is that the person fallen to the ground beside him, that is, Hanzo, has a female figure now. He frowns at Hanzo's large breasts freely exposed by the one-shoulder cupid costume.

Then he realizes with a startle that inside his own costume he, too, has boobs! Smaller ones than Hanzo's, but he's a she now, as much as Hanzo is, and wherever they are, they're not in Hanamura, anymore.

Hanzo blinks as she takes in the world around them. Everything is yellow and dry, and very hot. She climbs to her feet and adjusts her costume, though it's impossible to hide the left side of her body in this costume. But she doesn't feel bad – these are some nice tits, however she got them.

"Where are we?" Genji asks, her voice weirdly high-pitched, and Hanzo realizes under the armor she's a woman as well. Good, she thinks. She wouldn't wanna be stuck in this mess all by herself.

"I don't know," Hanzo shrugs. "Not home, that's for sure."

Genji is forced to agree, for she doesn't recognize these dry plains. But a commotion is forming somewhere near them and when they look back, they see a house that seems to have been wrecked by the storm that's just clearing out. She grimaces. Whoever lives in there probably lost most of their belongings.

"Should we ask them for information?" Genji blinks at the people swarming the house. They look... Small. Very small. But not like kids, these are – these are full-sized adults, just short. She shrugs; nothing out of the ordinary. She just wasn't aware that they walked around in packs like these.

... Or that they were so prone to singing.

Hanzo grabs her arm and tugs her away from the crowd. "Gods, no, whatever they have might be contagious."

The two laugh as they run from the group.

After a few minutes walk, they find a seemingly endless road of yellow bricks and Hanzo suggests they follow the path, for it might lead somewhere. And maybe, wherever it leads to, they can find help from a crowd of less random-singing prone individuals. The sun is at high peak, the opposite of what it had been when they were walking to that party just a few minutes ago, and Genji finds herself sweating and heaving for air after a while. She removes the helmet and tosses it angrily to the sandy floor, as Hanzo chuckles next to her.

"That's very funny," she grumbles. "As if you hadn't picked this costume yourself."

Hanzo rolls her eyes, but doesn't let up the laughing. She had been very upset when they got the costumes and found out they switched the sizes; had even gone as far as calling up the store to complain, but there had been no time to take them back and exchange them. But now she's glad she has Genji's slutty costume on – even with her boob and half her ass fully exposed to the world, at least it's breezy.

"Just take the armor off, dumbass," she says and stops to help Genji unclasp her costume. Man, she had payed them well for a realistic suit, too...

When at last Genji is down to just a pair of cotton shirt and pants, they continue their walk.

"Well... Aside from finding our way home, how do you think we fix this?" Genji asks. She's avoiding looking at Hanzo for too long, if only out of habit – doesn't wanna get a boner, but doesn't even remember she doesn't have a cock anymore.

Hanzo just huffs, wiping sweat off her brow, and asks, "Fix what?"

When Hanzo finally looks at her, Genji just points at her exposed chest. And Hanzo has the audacity to laugh.

"You know, I don't hate it," she says, palming delicately at her tits. Genji's hands itch as she watches how Hanzo weighs them on her palms, feeling how smooth they are and how her nipples perk up, the hidden one tenting the fabric of the costume. A pulsing sensation between her legs startles Genji and she realizes she's getting excited – wet, even.

She turns away from Hanzo and the show she's putting on, blushing furiously. And like a vision of paradise, a safe haven, on the horizon she sees water.

"Is the desert madness setting in already or is that–"

"A river!"

The two share a look and a smile before dashing towards the body of water.

Hanzo is the first to shrug off her costume when they approach the shore. She leaves the dress and her underwear and the sandals and the bow behind her, one after the other, and quickly slides into the water, as Genji hesitates for only a moment, watching the gorgeous lines of her body before it disappears in the river. She too strips down and jumps in.

The water is fresh and only a little warm. Hanzo feels an immense relief come over her once she's deep in. She rests back and allows herself to float for a moment, eyes closed as she feels the contrast of the scalding sun on her face and the refreshing water around her, until ripples announce Genji's approach.

She looks down at her sister, her nimble body half swallowed by the river, and smiles. Hanzo really doesn't hate this shape-shifting thing; they both turned out gorgeous and Genji is a sight for sore eyes, all naked and wet.

"Feels better, huh?" Hanzo asks with a wide smile. But Genji isn't listening. She's floating on her back, with water up around her so only her face and her boobs and the faint indication of a bush between her legs show up above the water. Genji feels a little bit like a creep, watching Hanzo like this, but they've spent their entire lives dancing around something unamed – something mutual, something forbidden.

In these faraway lands there's no family around to tell them it's wrong. And Hanzo's eyes are as warm as the sand on the sides of the yellow brick road, and she's moving to her feet in expectation to Genji's approach, and she's grabbing Genji's wrists and bringing them to her breasts, and–

"I noticed how you were looking," Hanzo says with a smug smile.

"Hard not to," Genji retorts, but when she begins to massage them, Hanzo's eyes roll back and she sighs. And those pretty nipples are already stiffening under her palms, so she pinches at them until Hanzo moans, loud and shameless.

"Genji," she sighs as her palms drop from Genji's arms to return the touch.

Genji's hands are delicate, but her touch is determined, just the right amount of pressure that Hanzo quickly finds herself pulsing and wanting more. She grabs at Genji's gorgeous little tits with loving hands and searches for her mouth, and in that river, on those unknown lands, they share their first kiss. It's heated, full of tongue and bites, and eventually she has to let go of Genji's chest to grab her thighs, lift her up and guide her to the shallower edge of the river, so they can lie down next to each other.

Hanzo kisses her and Genji feels like she's died and gone to heaven, because this thing they have, it's a long time coming, and it's a relief that they finally got here. She laughs into Hanzo's mouth when they fall to the sand side by side and grabs her sister's hair when Hanzo trails kisses down her stomach, and she shouts–

"Hanzo! Oh, shit–" When Hanzo's lips close around her clit.

And Genji tastes better than anything Hanzo's ever had in her mouth; her flavor quickly coats Hanzo's tongue with more and more fervor as she continues to lick her up, exploring her folds and her passage, and pouring herself into the task.

Then something cold washes over Hanzo, suddenly – she thinks it must be the water, or maybe a cloud covers the sun for a short moment and releases them from the burn of the high noon, but what makes him startle and pull back is when out of nowhere Genji's clit turns into a full-size cock, and a large one, too.

Hanzo chokes and pulls back, and Genji blinks his eyes open to realize that they're home – not just back to Hanamura. They're home, they're lying by the pool in their family's backyard, and the lights are all off in the house because they had been alone earlier that night, and Hanzo is wiping his mouth, looking confused with Genji's cock in his hand.

"When did you–" He coughs. "When did you get this big?"

Genji laughs. "I've always been a grower," he cackles – can't help it, because what the fuck just happened? Did someone drug them? That has to have been the case, there's no other logical explanation for what just happened. But he's had his fair share of drugs in life and never has he had a trip that felt so realistic and wore off so fast.

Whatever, he doesn't care; Genji crawls closer to Hanzo, to pull him into a kiss, to wind his arms around his brother's frame and tell him, "Oh, I love you, Han."

Hanzo softens into the kiss; seems like Genji always knows what to say to relieve his mind, even if it doesn't help the situation. But he kisses Genji back and pulls him onto his lap, whispering, "I love you, too." And Genji feels wonderful against him, all muscles, a wide chest, strong arms. Better than Hanzo ever dreamt of – better than the weirdly vivid dream female Genji, too.

They fall into the pool together, palming and kissing at each other, and when Hanzo pushes Genji against the wall, he knows to wrap his legs around his brother's waist and welcome the heavy push of his cock. And maybe the neighbors hear his desperate cries of all the pleasure only Hanzo can give him, and they most certainly will have to have the pool cleaned after this – but neither of them care.

[overdrugs-mayhem]

[Ow Shapeshifter AU - Serenade] Who’s the liar now, Hanzo? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[batkatbrown]

Not the same anon, but Hanzo taking tiny mermaid mccree home, getting take away by his cute little charms. Mccree often makes kissy faces at him and Hanzo doesn't get at at first. Then one day he find himself kissing his finger and pressing it to the glass. Blowing kisses back. Nearly dies of embarassment the day he gives the mermaid a little smooch. It fades into shock when he ends up with a lap full of soaking wet cowboy.

Essentially Chapter 1 of this mini fic

The witch’s shop was dark and cluttered, too full of the tools of the trade to be welcoming to the public. Most stayed far away, knowing it was dangerous to make deals with a witch. But those that had need of her the most could not afford to stay safe.

Hanzo was such a man and he walked into the shop with a clear mission. At the best of times, he would have spent the time gathering his own supplies to craft charms and wards against the evil he hunted.

It was not the best of times.

The witch of the waste was an unassuming figure at first as she hunched over the counter, frantically scribbling in one of several open books. She did not look up at the quiet chime of the bell over the door and Hanzo did not disturb her.

Their arrangement was friendly at best and deadly at worst. He had several scars to prove the wisdom of silence and respect to the working witch.

Ducking under a sprig of sage bundled with lavender and the bones of a field mouse, Hanzo stepped lightly to the shelf of supplies. Ignoring the shimmering, glowing items and enchanted specimens that lured casual shoppers, he plucked dead man’s ashes, the talon of a hawk and a shard of a knight’s broken sword. There were other smaller items to find though he knew where they were for the most part.

“You will find what you seek in the silver display case.” The witch’s voice betrayed nothing and she had not looked up from her book when Hanzo glanced her way. “For a price, of course.”

Hanzo knew better than to scoff and he dutifully went to examine the case for the strands of unicorn hair that were necessary to bind the spell to the shafts of his arrows.

It was there, shimmering iridescence in the golden shop light. The velvet blue pillow seemed to ripple, as if to show off the colors of its burden. A wave of relief moved through him to see the price had not changed since the last time he had dared venture into the den of magic and mystery.

“I will take two strands, sixteen inches in length.” He didn’t tap on the glass though he itched to.

“Very well.”

He stepped aside, not wishing to be too close to the witch. Her aura burned in his nose, acrid and sharp as ozone. It brought him to the case of oddities, a dangerous collection of items whose use was unknown or simply better left unspoken. His gaze skipped over the display, trying not to settle on anything too long else he wake it or draw it’s attention.

There was something different within the mess today, a flash of reflected light dancing in the darkness. He didn’t dare reach for it, not right away but he shifted his position to see. It was a fish tank, unassuming at first with dirty glass and chipped black edges.

The fake plastic plants had seen better days. A rather sorry affair all together. Hanzo peered closer, looking for what fish could have ended up with the misfortune of living in a witch’s shop. There were a few bubbles from the fake stone cave, a large treasure chest sitting at the top and a spill of fake gold coins were painted on. It was a tank set up with little thought or perhaps a touch of cruelty.

“What does the tank hold?” Hanzo murmured, not turning as the witch plucked the unicorn tail for his needs.

“Something of a pet, a miss behaving one at that,” she chuckled, the sound lacing with her voice in strange, compelling ways. “Come out and say hello, Jesse.”

A shiver raced down Hanzo’s spine. At first there was only a flurry of bubbles and a cloud of dust going into the water from the cave but then something moved. A flash of red scales and suddenly a tiny creature appeared.

Hanzo’s mouth quirked up in one corner, the closest he’d been to a smile in years. “A miniature merman?” He confirmed before leaning close, peering as the little being swam to the glass. He was dirty and far too thin, long dark hair tangled and knotted around his head. His left arm was gone at the elbow and poorly healed.

Whoever had brought him to the witch had not cared for the pet.

Anger burned under his collar as he put a single, gloved finger to the glass. The merman called Jesse raised a hand, weakly touching as it he understood the gesture. He was little more than an intelligent octopus, there was no soul or humanity within it.

The gesture still warmed Hanzo’s stone heart.

“He has caused problems in the past and been returned several times.” The witch called from the counter, amusement clear in the timbre of her voice. “If he was not such a rare oddity, i would have thrown him in the ocean long ago.”

Hanzo bit down a retort, unbelieving anyone could harshly toss the little fish into the ocean to fend for himself. A part of him knew she was playing with him, toying with a lonely soul with something she wanted.

“Your price?” he couldn’t look away from the merman. The man was smiling weakly, batting the glass with his hand.

“Nothing as loathsome as you are fearing.” The witch giggled, a truly unsettling sound full of the gnash of teeth and crackle right before a lightning strike. “You can even take him for free but if you return him; I will require your hair ribbon. Yes-” she cut Hanzo off before he could even speak. “The hair ribbon your dearly departed brother gave you that you wear like a talisman. There is power within it.”

“You are so confident I will discard this creature?”

“All others have before you. It is a dangerous task to undertake.”

Hanzo looked at the tiny merman, sick and frail with patches of his scales falling off, in a tank with a locked and magically bound lid and something brittle inside him broke. “I will care for him. I will not abandon him because he is broken.”

-

Hanzo did not remember the rest of his dealings with the witch clearly, as if the very shop held a magic that confused and eroded time. His wallet was much lighter and the now empty tank was sitting on the deep window ledge in the small house. The sun warm on the west facing spot and the unexpected purchase was in the sink taking a much needed bath.

Hanzo watched with amusement as the creature lounged on a small island made of dishes and a fresh sponge in the middle. He was jabbering in a language Hanzo could not understand, just a whispering rustle of sound too faint to try to decipher. He seemed to enjoy the sound nonetheless and the merman babbled to himself while using a chunk of sponge and fine sand to scrub himself with.

A chunk of mostly devoured fresh shrimp lay on the sponge next to him and he had gulped down a thimble of drinking water. The color was back in his cheeks even if he was too thin for his large frame. Hanzo would help with that though now all he could do was trail a fingertip through the warm water.

It seemed to amuse Jesse and he would occasionally abandon his grooming to swim over to the digit. The tiny hand would grab at it and Jesse hugged around it tight. Hanzo gently swirled the finger around the edge of the sink, giving Jesse a ride as it were.

He was rewarded for his latest effort with slaps of the man’s red fin against the surface of the water. “Are you trying to ask for another ride?” Hanzo chuckled, wiggling his finger tip as if to jostle the creature free.

Jesse refused to be budged, holding on until Hanzo took him around the sink another time and then back to the island. The sad realization that the sink was bigger than Jesse’s previous tank made his heart sink. He would have to purchase the biggest he could find and have it enchanted. Though he was unsure what the spells were that scrawled every available inch of black metal on the old one, something to be wary of and investigate.

“Would you like a bigger tank?” Hanzo cooed, wincing to hear himself speaking out loud to a pet. It was an embarrassing thing for a man nearing forty to still indulge in such fancy.

Regardless, he would need to remove himself long enough to procure better lodging for his new companion. He considered leaving Jesse to bath and relax in the sink. The merman seemed content to eat, clean and splash the time away. He had no other pets to worry about and it was not as if the merman could climb out and flop away.

It still prickled in the back of his mind, seeing the spells for binding and sealing glowing before his eyes. He blinked them away and went to fetch the old tank. He would feel better if Jesse was not out in the open, for both their sakes.

-

It was almost dusk by the time Hanzo returned to his home, bearing the new massive tank, several bags full of ‘enrichment’ and fresh sashimi quality fish for Jesse to try. He was unsure what to feed him but the typical food, even at the petstore in the magic district, did not seem to fit. Feeding Jesse little dried pellets seemed somehow inhumane.

Jesse was asleep in the cave in his old tank when Hanzo checked on him. The shine of his tail seemed brighter. Or perhaps it was just that way because the water in the tank was now clean.

Hanzo hummed softly to himself as he prepared the new home for his pet. The instructions were simple enough though for a typical magical fish instead of for a merman. Hanzo only hoped it would be better than the the previous owner’s attempt.

The humming turned to singing, voice rumbling an old lullaby in Japanese as he worked on his task. It took longer than he had intended but he accomplished it before sundown. The new tank was filled with as many live plants as he could and places to hide and things to play with.

“Come here, Jesse,” he crooned, feeling less self-conscious this time.

The merman appeared from the cave in his enchanted tank, swimming lazily to the surface. He did not swim in a straight line, wavering as his missing arm threw him off balance. Perhaps the injury was freshly healed.

“I hope you enjoy your new home,” Hanzo dipped his hand into the water, amused as Jesse swam into the dip and aggressively hugged his thumb. “Perhaps you are part octopus,” Hanzo mused, curling his index finger to stroke the cool skin of the creature’s back.

He did not receive any answer other than a vigorous slap of Jesse’s tail. It was enough for him and he carefully moved the tiny merman to the new tank. The creature instantly dove away from his hand to explore, disappearing into the thick lush greenery on the deep end.

Hanzo drew a chair up to the tank and found himself strangely able to relax as he watched the merman. Sometimes coming to the glass to eagerly slap the glass until he offered the touch of his fingertip and others wriggling through the fake corel shelf. He fit through most of the holes, seeming to enjoy poking his head out to peek-a-boo before diving again.

There was a section that rose out of the water, near the heat lamp with fresh sand and a large stone to sun himself on. There was a platter of minced sashimi salmon there as well as fresh water. Hanzo was unsure if Jesse would prefer the food dumped into the water.

His worries were put to rest when the merman took the fist sized bit of meat and ate it with glee. His hunger seemed insatiable and he devoured all that Hanzo put inside. It was almost worrying, seeing the miniature thing eat as much as Hanzo himself did. Though his was laid over rice tonight and washed down with a glass of wine.

Hanzo was reluctant to leave the merman but the hours were stretching towards midnight and he would rise early in the morning. “Goodnight, Jesse,” he murmured, giving the glass one last gentle tap. The merman flitted from the farthest corner to touch the clear pane in the same spot.

Hanzo paused to click the enchanted lock closed on the cage before going to bed upstairs.

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