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riken-leather-co · 1 year ago

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Bapzo Whumptober 2022| I decided to try and play catch up with whumptober by combining a few prompts | Day 1 & 2: “How many fingers am I holding up?” And Aftermath of Failure | TW: Panic Attacks

Hanzo had been making leaps and bounds during his hunt for redemption. At least, that’s what others had been leading him to believe. Specifically his brother and one or two other members of Overwatch. He didn’t believe them. But, he’d kept his mouth shut and let them assure him as they wanted to. The ten years of isolation had barely made a dent in the list of wrongs he’d committed. Maybe another ten wouldn’t as well. Joining Overwatch - even against his will, and at his brother's insistence - felt like a step in the right direction. And, though it took some time to speak to anyone other than his brother with his own free will, he’d found himself fond of Baptiste. Hanzo was not privy to the man's backstory. But, the man had been quick to assure Hanzo that he was not the only one trying to redeem themselves.

“It is not easy,” he’d said, laying a heavy hand on Hanzo’s shoulder. “To try and come to terms with your choices.”

Hanzo paid little mind to the hand on his shoulder, though he usually detested being touched. Instead, he watched the man’s eyes closely. The deep, hardened look to them that remained even as an easy smile graced his face. Laugh lines in the corners of his eyes along with a small scar along his cheek. His eyes drifted along his arm and then to his scarred hand. Yes, this was a man that knew war, like the rest of them.

“It is even harder to right those wrongs.” Baptiste squeezed Hanzo’s shoulder and left it at that.

Later, he’d learned from Genji who’d heard it from Cassidy, that Baptiste used to be a part of Talon. That was all Hanzo needed to know, to understand.

Yes, he’d been making leaps and bounds. His brother and Baptiste continued to make sure he knew so. However, that did not mean that Hanzo was not his father’s son. Hanzo was prideful, emotions were a struggle, mistakes weren’t allowed, and failure was taken roughly. There should have been no issues with the mission - there should’ve been no room for slip ups. And, yet, somehow Hanzo had managed it. It’d been him, Baptiste, Winston, his brother, and Tracer. Hanzo’s job was what it’d always been - providing cover fire while ensuring the coast was clear for them to proceed. There’d been a few hiccups, nothing dire. Genji and Baptiste had cracked a few jokes over comms. He chided them both, but felt his muscles relax minutely as he listened to them both.

In fact, he’d opened his mouth, prepared to joke back - even knowing it likely wouldn’t land. It’d been his first mistake - allowing himself any sort of relaxation. An enemy had snuck up on him, resulting in a struggle. Of course, the team had heard him over comms and despite his grunted assurance that he had it under control, his brother had said he was on the way. Hanzo paid it little mind. After dispersing the first agent, he’d quickly found himself in a tussle with another. He was irritated. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Hanzo rolled away from the agent, loaded an arrow, and fired a shot just as a flicker of light drew his gaze for a split second. But, that’s all that was needed.

The arrow missed his intended target. Instead, he watched as the arrow embedded itself into his brother - right behind the agent. His brother, who was only a cyborg, and very much still had human parts to him. Hanzo remained in the position he’d been in when he’d fired. Knelt on one leg, bow raised, and fingers poised close to his quiver to draw yet another arrow. The agent fell to the ground after Genji dealt with him. Genji was speaking, Hanzo knew this, though it sounded like his head was dumped under water. He blinked slowly and watched Genji pull the arrow out his shoulder and toss it aside like it was nothing. For a second, he saw the bloody and battered face of Genji from ten years ago.

“Aniki?” Concern colored Genji’s voice despite being the one that'd gotten shot. Hanzo blinked again, seeing him hovering nearby, a hand held out to him. “Are you alr-”

“I’m fine.” Hanzo snapped. He rose to his feet himself and ignored his brother's hand. “I told you I had it handled.”

“Sure you did.” If Genji noticed Hanzo’s lapse in response and change in attitude, he let it drop. “Let’s join the others. It didn’t hit deep but your arrows still hurt, you know? You didn’t do that on purpose did you?”

A joke, obviously, judging by Genji’s mechanical laugh as he turned away. Hanzo was glad he’d turned away. It made it easier to pretend his fingers weren’t shaking as he grasped his bow in a sweaty grip. The others didn’t make much of a fuss once Genji explained what happened. Hanzo took his seat on the Orca as far from the others as he could. He didn’t notice Baptiste’s concerned glances sent his way as he’d checked on Genji’s shoulder.

No, he was more focused on internally arguing himself down to notice that, or the state of his own body. It was hard to recognize the oncoming signs of a panic attack when you deemed yourself above them. Instead he kept seeing the playback of that night ten years ago when he’d faced his brother, sword in hand. He tried talking himself out of it, disputing details of that night against the current day. ‘It was raining that night’ he’d thought, then quickly tried to conjure up the sunny day he’s sure he’d just seen but found himself unable to. ‘Only Genji’s shoulder was injured by the arrow’ he tried to rationalize, but recalled the blood that covered Genji nonetheless. No matter what he did, he was still there.

It was hot on the Orca, he thought vaguely. He could feel his body wracked with chills and the sweat dripped down the side of his neck. The rock of the airship had him nauseous, and his chest tight from the altitude. It was hard to breathe.

“Hey.”

“Hanzo.” It was the third call that slowly roused his attention. The Orca was empty (had they landed?) and Baptiste was knelt in front him with a pinched expression. “You with me?”

It dawned on Hanzo, hazily, that he’d bent over at some point. He held his bow with a tight grip and he struggled to draw in air. Like his throat was swollen, and his mind in the air. All was quiet except for the blood pounding in his ears.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?” Hanzo jerkily nodded his head. He watched, like a spectator, as Baptiste carefully pried Hanzo’s hands off his bow and set it aside. Baptiste allowed Hanzo to grip his hands instead.

“Do you know where you are?”

‘The Orca’, Hanzo’s brain helpfully supplied. Quickly replaced by ‘Home’. He shook his head.

“The Orca. We just landed,” Baptiste said. He kept his tone low and even, holding Hanzo’s gaze the entire time. “Genji -”

Hanzo’s breath hitched and the corners of his vision darkened. Baptiste removed one of his hands and squeezed the one he still held. “Genji is okay. You’re not back in Japan.”

Baptiste placed Hanzo’s hand on his chest and gave him a gentle smile, “Try and follow my breathing, okay?”

For a second irritation flared at the treatment, like he was a child that needed direction. But, when he failed to draw air into his lungs to be snippy, he shut up. Hanzo closed his eyes. It took far too long for him to actually copy Baptiste’s breathing. His breath was too quick, too sharp, and heartbeat too jagged. Then it was too slow, Hanzo holding his breath until it hurt to try and stop himself from breathing too rapidly. Baptiste made no other comments, letting Hanzo finally work it out himself. When he finally did and slowly opened his eyes, Baptiste was waiting for him.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Hanzo looked at him blankly. His nerves were still fried and tender. He felt opened up in ways he didn’t like - exposed. Though he tried to draw himself up and seem put together, he didn’t think he succeeded. Despite the immediate want to close up, he didn’t tear his hand out Baptiste’s. The warmth was grounding. “You aren’t holding up any.”

“See? Trick question.” Baptiste winked - Hanzo could see the relief in his eyes. “...Are you okay?”

“....,” Hanzo did not answer. Instead, slowly he leant forward, waiting to be pushed away or redirected, and rested his forehead against Baptiste’s. “...A few more minutes, please.”

“Take all the time you need.” Baptiste rested his free hand on Hanzo’s back, and Hanzo allowed his eyes to shut. “...Or as much time as your brother would allow us. It was a fight to get him to leave the Orca.”

“What did you have to offer him?” Despite the exhaustion tugging at his entire body, there was a faint amusement in his voice.

“You don’t even want to know.” Baptiste huffed. Hanzo opened one eye and took a peak at the side of Baptiste’s face. There was a small smile on his lips and a gentle look in his eyes that Hanzo’s sure he wasn’t meant to see. “But, it doesn’t matter. The choice was worth it.”

Hanzo would never accept the string of failure or the things that followed it. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever truly come to terms with his past choices, or that he’d reach redemption. But, he figured if people believed he could, it wouldn’t hurt to put a bit of trust into their belief in him.

#whumptober 2023 #no.1 #no.2 #overwatch #overwatch 2 #panic attack #comfort #pre relationship #jean baptiste augustin #hanzo shimada

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cyberrat · 1 year ago

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74th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Hanzo/Cole – Trucker AU – Part 42 – Do Hanzo and Gabriel get along or not? Difficult to say...

(Next part is going to be the last one, most likely!)

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Being an ex-yakuza member, Hanzo has met with a lot of intimidating people; but he does not think there has ever been someone as effortlessly scary as Gabriel Reyes. He isn’t doing anything threatening; there are no weapons on open display – hell, the man is walking with a cane – but there is just something about him that has Hanzo very aware of his position in a room at any given moment in time.

Those dark eyes are sharp and very intelligent; completely at odds with the fat bastard that has parked his fat ass on the man’s couch and is playing with an unlit cigarette.

Looking at Reyes, Hanzo can see the ex-cop in his posture and the shape of his trim body. Looking at Cassidy, he can only believe he was a cop because he saw the picture of him in his uniform.

Come to think of it – Reyes must be the other man that had been in the picture.

“You are his boss… literally,” he mutters, fascinated despite himself.

Reyes who has carefully sat down across from them in an armchair, throws him a glance and makes a derisive snorting sound.

“Do I look like anybody’s boss, kid? I’m just a useless old fuck these days.”

“Not as useless or old as him,” Hanzo says without thinking. Luckily, it gets him a laugh from both of them, actually. If he’s found out anything about Cassidy, it’s that he’s the first to admit that he’s… difficult.

“What kind of side-piece did you get yourself there, ingrate? How much does he cost you? Can’t imagine you making enough.”

There’s just a hint of amused laughter in Reyes’ voice, taking the sting out of his words.

Cole casually throws his arm around Hanzo’s shoulders.

“Picked him up at a gas station, actually. Thought at first he was a she or I wouldn’t have bothered in the first place.”

Reyes settles deeper into his armchair, his lids lowering some but his gaze still sharp enough to cut. “Don’t give me that crap. I know you’d take anyone. Or anything, for that matter.”

Hanzo, digging his elbow into Cassidy’s side, sits up a bit straighter as he says: “He helped me with a problem I had. It was… actually very kind of him to do so.”

The words don’t come easily over his lips but he has to admit that they are the truth. He does not think he would have come anywhere near close to finding Genji without him. He might even be on his way back to his father right about now… or dead altogether.

Reyes looks… angry, of all things. Hanzo’s back stiffens slightly but the gaze directed at him shifts toward Cole instead. “Yes,” he replies, voice gone more icy. “He has a habit of helping. And getting himself in trouble.”

Cassidy does not seem overly impressed by the look or the tone of voice. He just stares back at Reyes, baring his teeth in something that does not quite look like a grin.

“Charmin’. You still hung up on that shit? It was literal decades ago at this point. Give it up, jefe.”

“Maybe I would if you would stop calling me your boss. I’m not. Not anymore. Not for a long time. Literal decades, even.”

Hanzo can’t read the atmosphere in the room. It is not like there is tension per se; not like he is fearing for them to get into a brawl or something, but… there certainly is something there that he couldn’t hope to understand without the backstory. So he remains quiet. The silence stretches out for quite a bit until Gabriel jerks his head toward the open doorway of the living room.

“Go and make us all some coffee, kid.”

Hanzo is about to get up when Cole’s big, warm hand lands on his thigh and he gets up with a grunt like it’s actual effort to do so. It only then occurs to him that Reyes had been talking to Cassidy.

“Yeah. Sure. Why not. You guys play nice, now, will ya? Don’t go takin’ my piece o’ ass, boss.”

“I don’t take your hand-me-downs. And now get going.”

Hanzo doesn’t even react to it at this point. The fat bastard has a habit of talking about him like he is nothing but a toy; a warm pocket pussy to be used at his convenience. At this point it feels more like a love language than anything else. It leaves Hanzo feeling nice and warm inside and like he belongs.

Which is fucked up.

Once Cassidy is out of the room, Reyes’ gaze focuses solely on Hanzo. They stare at each other for a moment. Reyes eventually cocks his head slowly to the side, and says: “You’re too smart to let yourself get used by him. So either you’re just really into hairy truckers or he must have impressed you quite a bit.”

Hanzo sits up a little straighter, though that’s almost not possible. He thinks carefully about what he’s going to say next before replying: “Both, I suppose. When everything is said and done, he saved my life.”

Reyes looks annoyed at that, of all things. Angry, even, if Hanzo reads him right.

“He has a habit of doing dumb shit. Lost track of him for a while there and now he comes with some jailbait and shows you off to me like he’s gonna marry you soon.” Reyes leans forward, planting his elbows on his thighs. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and showing off the muscles in his forearms.

He looks dangerous despite the cane he’s using and the limp in his step.

“In fact, he has such a habit of doing dumb shit that ruins his goddamn life that I’m gonna be pretty clear with you now, my boy. So listen up well.”

Hanzo does listen. He has no idea what’s going on right now but he really wants to find out. He knows so little of Cassidy after all the time they have spent together and this hostile man is probably his best shot at finding out anything.

They can hear something hitting the floor not too far away and Cassidy cursing in the kitchen. Reyes’ eyes briefly flick to the door but he does not seem too surprised as he focuses back on Hanzo and says in a low voice: “This idiot has fucked up his life once already; all because of that damn loyalty he feels. I’m not getting into the nitty-gritty of it. You know he was a cop; I got him into the force after gathering him up in some alley when he was around your age.

He was good. But shit happened and I got shot. He lost his head like I told him not to, and killed my attacker.”

Reyes is quiet for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. Thinking back on it all, probably… or something.

Hanzo slowly rubs his palms against his thighs, a few pictures running around his brain. He wasn’t there, but he can picture that moment. He can see the look on a much younger Cassidy’s face because he’s seen that look already. That cold, angry determination.

He swallows thickly.

#cyberratting writes stuff #hanzo/cassidy #trucker au

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livecharliereaction · 5 months ago

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manga ep2 big post part 2/?

this art style is kind of crazy ANYWAY. Ughhhhh. Somehow this too is about yasuda gender. Its so. Endless gender for the endless witch

Made jessica cry. Jessica im so sorry

completely forgot this is like A Rosa Episode lowkey ouhhhhh In the end. I love her too. But thats just because i can see...

COLOREEEED PRETTYYY oh shannon kanon counter but its just them and genji too

she said witch beatrice shes so fun i love her another fave-since-ep1 for sure

Keeping an eye on her and genji as well. Ugh. And nanjo too.

Hardest two in all of life <- i typed this sentence then looked away from the puter to talk to family for 2 secs and looked back and realised it doesnt make any fucking sense but i agree

Whys this art style making him look crazy cool well hes cool in ryukishi too but its like lame-cool this is like well i dont know

most normal girl ever

thank god for the love that i can see with because she is so evil. maybe its pretty privilege too Oh but rosas pretty and yet i hated her at one point. Idk something about eva is just. Ughhh

NOT sure about her btw im interpreting it as yasuda playing with her and marias fun and kanon here is kinda just hoping to get a perspective But also could be a lot of her doing play-pretend based on like A few interactions. I have to take a big look at mariage sorciere when its more relevant i mean itll be talked here but other eps too

BADDIE. Why i kinda like this style so much?!!!? Anyway easy to explain why rosa can see her (yasuda felt bad for little maria and dressing up. ill have to look but that might be the distinction between the two outfits)

Study door handle burned her hand i guess its because kinzo shouldnt be seen right now

SHES MENTIONING HOW KANON DOESNT HAVE TO BE FURNITURE ANYMORE I FORGOT ABOUT ALL OF THAT SHE KEPT PROMISING IT BUT I NEVER REALLY UNDERSTOOD. OH MAN

Exact same rank...

Lol gohda is so. Such an inoffensive character all in all? He does NOTHING for us. Or maybe i just dont have the love to see it. Like what his role is in the big picture. Hes just there. I dont think thats a bad thing though

Its so fucking good. Makes you wonder though. About genji kumasawa and even nanjos motivation to let her do her thing... Because kinzos supposedly already dead, are they really so loyal to give him his "redemption" despite that...

He says he never met her though and he doesnt think they had a child. Ugh.

maria keeps saying crazy things shes so funny light of the party

sayo. Ohmmmmm. I think the translation team changed cos the other one had her tell him her name is kiyo no? yeah i checked she definitely told him that. thats interesting

shes so funny i love her sense of humor its so great. Anyway one of the most iconic scenes in this ep commence

shes sleeping guys no shes meditating

girlslove

u crazy

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BEING HERE OH MY GODDDDDD OK OK OK OK

i remember being a little confused when i first read on why tf they were focusing so much on the locked rooms but thats the thing now. and besides how else would u approach it well i dont know

its all about the closed rooms and the closed (cat)boxes etc

i need her . When her demeanor and appearance are partially specifically tailored for battler to like her Well call me battler cos it works. It does make u feel a bit bad though doesnt it

he doesnt like the rule though hes all zen zen dame da about it

shes got the gun and shit shes taking chargeeeeee.... queen

oh hell show UP ALRIGHT seriously one of my fav scenes to this day and this is like what ep 2

eughhhhhhh ughhhhh uhghhhhghghh well Yyeah To be fair with the truth and all im still not sure how it was done something something kumasawa or whatever its conceivable

they draw her so strange (good)

Omg its just like ep6

GIRLSLOVE

battler asked rosa how she can prove shes not a wolf Ohhhh girl. Hey maria. Im going to be the father that stepped up

#charumi2

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yandere-mha-blog · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2: Hello

Words: 2049

The next morning you woke up with a massive headache and should have listened to your mom who said always drink eight ounces of water after every drink to prevent a hangover. Still, It was Saturday, and you were finally able to relax, well relax as much as a college doctor student could. You got up and hopped in the shovel you should've washed your makeup off the night before but conserving you almost got assaulted in an alleyway you allowed yourself to just head to bed. Still now what would you do, should you bring this up with the administrator, or your friends, maybe tell Fumi.

You got dressed for the day before heading out to grab something to eat, only to run into Fumiko who looked a bit dazed.

“Hey Fumiko, I'm glad I ran into you, it's about last night,” you said

“OH that's funny, I was about to say the same thing.” She said looking shocked “ Akio hasn't come back according to his friends, they think he might have tried to help you home, did you see him after you left.”

“Funny I was about to bring him up to, he came after me after I left and wouldn't leave me alone, we got into a scuffle in the alleyway on my way back, but he ran away when someone threw a can at his head,” you said

“He did what?” Fumiko said, “That doesn't sound like him at all.”

“Well it's the truth, so if he shows his head near me again, tell him I'm going to do a lot worse than swipe him with my quirk okay,” you said

“You...hurt him?” She asked

“He grabbed my wrist, what else was I supposed to do.” you said crossing your arms ``I'm leaving, I'll see you in class Monday.``

“(name) that's not what I meant,” Fumiko said then sighed that if it came out wrong, she would have to confront his friends about this, right now in fact.

“What are you sure that was Akio?” His other guy friend who was with them last night said

“Genji I'm worried, (Name) said she cut him with her quirk, and he ran off.” She said

“Well if that is true he had it coming, still Akio is a big pushover.” He said, “Look he is probably hiding in his room, the others are just worried for nothing.”

“I see you are useful as ever,” Fumiko said walking off and banging on Akio door, nothing she knocked again

“Akio, (name) told me what you did, come out.” She said stomping her foot, nothing, he must be gone.

The rest of the day passed when she finally got a call from Genji that was weird he almost never called.

“Hey, what's up?”

“Well I Ummm, the good news is we found Akio.” He said

“Oh good, where is he?”

“In the hospital, you know that one Villian that has been hanging around here lately, well they found one of his red feathers at the crime scene, he was pretty beat up.”

“Akio got attacked by the Nighthawk!?” Fumiko said

“That's what it says.” Genji said, “Doctor said he should be fine in a few days and the police are telling him how lucky he was to get away with those injuries.”

“Genji, I think we need to talk face to face about something.” She said, “where are you, I'm coming over.”

YOu were fiddling with a pencil watching a lecture on your own free time, not like you had anything better to do, maybe planning out your revenge for Akio, once you learned where he was, he was going to go through hell when you got your hands on him. You were deep in thought when you heard a knock on your door, now who could that be. You got up and walked over to see Fumiko and the other guy who was with you, both looked concerned and upset at the same time.

“Why are you here?” you asked

“Well, we found Akio,” Fumiko said fiddling with her bag strap

“Oh really where is he, I have a bone to pick with him.” You said crossing your arms

“Hey calm down, He is in the hospital,” Genji said

“Oh really, well I guess karma is real.”

“Hey don't say that about him, what's wrong with you, he is hurt badly,” Genji said

“Funny he hurt me really badly, and he would have done worse if someone didn't intervene.” You said, “Your friend is a real creep, I don't care if he is in the hospital or morgue the second he laid his hands on me is the second I don't care.”

“Wow and here I thought you were cool, how can you be so heartless!” Genji said

“How can you be so empty-headed!” you said

“Guys stop!” Fumiko said, “This isn't why we are here, look Akio was attacked by a villain that is why he is in the hospital.”

“Really now,” you said

“The night hawk attacked him in an alleyway last night,” Genji said

“Oh that's funny Akio attacked me in an alleyway last night as well,” you said

“Look, you said someone interfered right.” Fumiko said, “Did anything else happen.”

“All he did was throw a can at Akio's head, told me how to leave the alleyway to avoid him, also if it was the nighthawk I think I would have noticed the wings,” you said

“I can’t believe this.” Genji said, “ugh if you weren't so drunk Akio wouldn't have tried to help you home and he wouldn't be in the hospital!”

“Genji!” Fumiko said, as you grabbed Genji by the shirt and looked him dead in the eyes

“You are lucky Genji is in the hospital or I would have ripped him a new Orifice.” you said “Because whatever the Nighthawk did to him, I would have done something worse ten times over!”

“You are crazy,” Genji said trying to remove your hand but you flexed your hand and caught his shirt with your talons.

“And you are an asshole.” you said letting him go with a shove “Fumiko I think you should either find a new group of guys or a new seat in class.”

And with that you slammed the door in both their faces, both looking shocked but what more could they do.

Later that night you set off to find your clues on what happens, walking past Cherry stem and looking around for any sign, you saw the police tape, yup there was blood splatters still on the wall, you went around it and down the alleyway where Akio attacked you and looked up at the fire escape the man was on, you walked up the steps and kept looking around, no clues on where he could have been, you kept going up the steps till you reached the roof, you kept looking around only to see a single red feather laying on the floor.

“So it really was the nighthawk,” you said to yourself picking it up, he was noticed for not leaving a single trace so why would he leave this, you heard a jiggle of the doorknob and decided it was time for you to leave, you put the feather in your purse and headed back to school, grabbing a rice ball for dinner unknowing to you a certain villain was on the roof looking down at you.

“Well, well she sure is a curious one.” Hawks said to himself, unknowing to you his feathers were really easy for him to track down and control the public only knows him as a flying villain, unknowing just how special his feathers could be.

You sat in your dorm and looked down at the bright red feather, still, it didn't make sense to you, how could you have not noticed those giant red wings, maybe you were in such a panic you missed them, and still why would one of japan's top villains help you, still this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You got out your microscope and plucked one of the feather fibers out and looked under it, everything seemed normal enough, quirks are always so interesting. Maybe if you cut down the feather shaft and extracted some DNA you could find out more answers. You flexed your pointer finger and cut down the middle, and to your surprise, everything seemed to be intact like it was still attached to the animal.

Your curiosity was cut short when the father shot up and slammed into your window, you jumped back and that's how he was able to conceal his feathers from you, he could remove them from his body and control them at will, so the Hpsc was lying to the public about how dangerous he could be, you grabbed it and it was squirming in your hand before shooting up taking you with it and you got slammed against the roof, you held on.

“OH no you don't.” you said, tugging it back down and slamming in on your desk “I wonder how much you can feel.”

So interesting ti was like its own living organism, no wonder he could be so dangerous, but still, if he could control it this far and feel it, was he coming to get his feather back, and if so he must be coming over, this was going to be interesting. You twiddled the feather between your fingers and hummed to yourself, what exactly was he planning.

You were still up watching the feather, it seemed to calm down, it must be able to feel pain and that's why it freaked out on you earlier, still, it was getting late maybe he wasn't coming, what a letdown, and here you thought something interesting was going to happen. You looked down at the feather and noticed it started moving slowly, your head picked it up as it started moving towards your window and tapping at it, you got up and walked over grabbing the feather and opening the window.

“You know, usually you ask a man before cutting open his feathers.” you heard the familiar voice, and you looked up to see him sitting down on the flag pole above your window,

“I knew it,” you said

“KNew what?” He asked

“YOu can feel your feathers even when they are detached from your body and control them.” you said “That's how you are able to hide out, and why I didn't recognize you yesterday.”

“Yesterday, what happen yesterday?” he asked

“I was that woman you helped in the alleyway,” you said

“Haha I'm just yanking your chain of course I remember you miss talons.” He said, “I see you got my gift, I wasn't expecting you to slice it open, that hurt you know.”

“Gift?” you said

“Well more like a clue, I was happy to see you pick it up,” he said hooking his needs around the pole and swinging down

“Why would you want me to find this?” you asked

“You seem smart, and seem like you would ask questions,” he said

“Well you put that creep in the hospital.” you said holding out his feather “I'm assuming you want this back huh.”

“Yes ma’am.” he said taking it from your hands “You look confused?”

“Well, I am wondering why one of Japanese most dangerous evil and is hanging outside my window.”

“Had nothing better to do today, and most dangerous villain huh, is that what they are labeling me as?” he asked “I’m not here to threaten you to keep your mouth shut, you are smart enough to know if you talk you will get taken by the Hpsc and try to extract any information they think you might have on me, still I expect you to be more terrified.”

“Hmm well I was expecting you to be a lot more evil,” you said

“Well I did just put your “friend” in the hospital so take that as you will,” he said

“Well thank you for that.” you said “I hate guys like him.”

“You should see the guys I deal with.” Hawks said, “Still you are the first person to find my hint.”

“Why did you leave the hint, really tell me,” you said

“Hmmm...that's a secret.” he said putting a finger over his lips, before swinging back up “Well I got to go and remember to keep this meeting hush hush okay.”

“I will,” you said as a large gust of wind hit your face and he was gone in a flash, yes this was getting interesting.

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo #yandere takami #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere

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itsuki-minamy · 3 years ago

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PROFILE: KURAYAMA MITSUHA

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Real name: Kurayama Mitsuha

Terms of address: Mitsuha, Earless Mitsuha

[PROFILE]

Birthday: April 13, Aries

Blood type: B

Age: 18 (21 when she reappeared in "Kingdom of Red")

[APPEARANCE]

Physique: 1.83 cm in height.

Face, hair: Deeply carved alien doll features. A hairstyle that makes a bright blonde stand up.

Attire: Punk fashion. His right ear without the upper half is decorated with five piercings. He also wears large accessories and has a choker with a stud on his neck.

Personal effects: Nothing in particular.

[HABITS, SKILLS]

· When he on drugs, his favorite habit is "Tobozue".

· Even before becoming a Strain, he was proud of the strength that was feared on the street, due to his excellent physical ability and his hesitancy to avoid both his own pain and the pain of others.

· The ability he obtained upon awakening as Strain is similar to that of the Red Clan that manipulates the flames.

[IMPRESSION, OTHER NOTES]

· A man who laughs and advances towards ruin.

· An image of the remains of Kagutsu Genji.

· Presence that reflects Suoh.

[POSITION, OBJECTIVES]

As a child, he looked at Kagutsu Genji and admired his overwhelming presence and power. His father was a member of the Kanto City "Purgatory" Clan, and to become a member of the clan, they must accept the flames and endure the pain lost by burning a part of his body. They taught him that. To show that he was ready, he cut off half of his right ear. However, before going to see Kagutsu, Kagutsu died in the fall of Damocles.

After that, he was not enthusiastic about anything, and in the second half of his teens, he became the mob boss in Shizume and repeated a catastrophic behavior.

He was later defeated by Suoh. After waking up as Strain and meeting Toya Tsurumi, he acted to become a "king" as the former "Red King".

[PERSONALITY, CONDUCT]

A personality that unites childhood, madness and reason. He is both sadistic and masochistic. Feel freedom only at the moment when violence is stirred. He seems like he's alive only on impulse, but his head turns quickly and the situation is calm. However, as a result of calm judgment, he does not always take profitable actions and dares to prioritize his desires and impulses.

He feels stifled in the framework of society and wanted to deviate from it. He was strongly attracted to Kagutsu Genji because he instinctively felt the power to break this world.

[FATE, ENDING]

He acts to become the king of the underworld, including the Strains, but after being defeated by Suoh, who woke up as "Red King", he was killed in revenge for the death of the leader of the Tokuseikai gang, who was killed by Kurayama.

[ABILITIES, TACTICS]

In addition to his natural physical ability and his sense of battle, he takes full advantage of the power of the flames obtained as Strain.

[POWER]

B (Power equivalent to the executive class of the clan member.)

[LIKES]

Edifying battle.

Meat.

[DISLIKE]

Electronic equipment with many useless functions.

[HOBBIES]

He has nothing special, but if he plays darts or billiards, he will be engrossed for a while.

[FASHION]

Punk fashion.

He likes ears without the top half, and he adore them with the fashion that suits them best.

[BODY]

Slender. A lean skinned boxer guy that has no fat and just muscle.

[INTELLIGENCE]

He seems childish and impulsive, but has great intelligence. He also has leadership and can make precise plans.

[BELIEFS]

The breath is not alive.

Only the "taboo" moment when the heart is elevated is crude.

[RELATIONSHIPS]

[EARLY YEARS]

Born between a collapsed yakuza father and a water business mother. His father became a member of the Genji Kagutsu clan and hardly ever returned home. When he was a child, he was attracted to Kagutsu, and his father taught him a Kagutsu installation and he cut off his right ear to prepare. He left home at fifteen and lived on the street, hanging around a woman's house.

[TIMELINE]

· 1986, Mitsuha Kurayama is born.

· 1999, he cuts off his right ear.

· 2004, Spring, Meet Suoh.

· 2004, Fall, he Awakens as a Strain and meets Tsurumi Toya.

· 2007, Mitsuha dies.

[ATTITUDE AND THOUGHTS TOWARDS OTHERS]

[TERMS OF THE ADDRESS FOR HIMSELF]

The first person is "Ore".

Bright and harsh tone.

[TOWARDS SUOH MIKOTO]

He calls him "Suoh".

He felt something similar to what he felt for the person he admired.

Furthermore, he had the intuition that it was the same type of person as him, and had an instinctive feeling that it was him or that person would become the "king".

He had a frustration that was incompatible with his familiarity, although it should be similar.

[TOWARDS TSURUMI TOYA]

He calls him "Tsurumi".

A person who taught him about the world of "kings" that he knew nothing about.

He had many men as soldiers who could move at will, but Tsurumi was the first person to understand his ambitions and thoughts and lend a hand.

He did not sympathize with Tsurumi's speculation that he wanted autonomy from the Strains, but he respected it. It is unclear whether or not there was a feeling of friendship, but he knew that he was a partner as well as a subordin

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Cold | Alpha!Hanzo & Alpha!Genji

> NS/FW warning < | > NON-CON WARNING <

Part 2 [coming soon]

Summary: On a cold night, an Omega takes shelter in a garden shed of a mighty estate. Little does she know that the owners are still awake.

Words: 5,123

A/N: Why is it that some of my fav kinks have to be popular in a fanfic trope that I generally dislike. (ノωヽ) Anyways, this is my first attempt at writing abo, let me know how I did. c:

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The sky was heavy with clouds, the moon and the stars hidden, making the night appear much darker. The sound of rain falling and the rustling of leaves blocked out any other noises. Her breath fogged – it was unusually cold for late spring.

She pulled her coat tighter around herself as she ran down the empty street, hugging the wall fence like a shadow. She tried to suppress the shudders, but her clothes were almost entirely soaked through and the chill of the night was becoming really sharp. Moreover, the rain was getting stronger. She had to find shelter soon or risk hypothermia.

A batch of trees materialized out of the darkness ahead of her. Their branches reached over the wall fence, entwining with branches of the trees on the other side of the wall. That sparked an idea in her head. She’d been following this fence for a while now and she knew that the main compound building of this estate was all the way on the other side. Meaning this area here had to be a backyard. Hopefully, the owners were keen on gardening and had some kind of a shed back there.

She adjusted her backpack straps a little and swung onto one of the lower branches. The wood was slippery and her fingers almost numb from the cold so it was slow going, but she eventually managed to reach the height of the wall and peek over it. She strained her eyes to see through the dark of the deserted garden and— there! Luck was on her side. There was indeed a shed at the end of a gravel path coming from the direction of a huge mansion that was a pretty safe distance away.

She was well aware of the fact that this was risky. But her body was aching from the cold and there was a very slim chance of some rich and pretentious owner of this mansion deciding to garden at such a late hour on a rainy night. And the low trees with easy to reach branches on the estate’s side of the fence would provide a great escape route should anything go wrong.

She climbed down the branch, over the wide wall fence and dropped down into the garden. She silently landed in a crouch and sneaked through the neatly cut bushes and small trees towards the shed, ignoring the lingering feeling of dread. Her life was risky enough just because of the way she was born – there was really no need of increasing that risk by taking shelter in a garden that most certainly belonged to a powerful Alpha. And yet here she was, freezing cold and in desperate need to get dry.

After she slipped through the door, finally protected from the wind and downpour that just began, she only felt relief. Therefore, she needed a moment to process what she was seeing. There were some gardening tools in one corner, but most of the shed was filled with archery targets, bows, arrows and wooden swords.

A new wave of anxiety flooded her, but she tried to reason with it. Kyudo and kenjutsu were quite popular, especially among more traditionally oriented people. Maybe their hobby wasn’t gardening, but archery and sword-fighting – it didn’t really matter. All of these things are better performed during the day and when it’s not raining, so no reason for anyone to come in here during the night. And tomorrow, she will be gone before sunrise.

She picked the far corner where she was hidden behind some archery targets that conveniently obstructed the view. Taking off her wet coat, she hung it to the back of one of the targets, where it could hopefully dry until tomorrow. The hoodie underneath was mostly dry, as well as a small blanket in her waterproof backpack. Her jeans were a different matter, cold wet stains uncomfortable against her skin, but she decided against taking them off. It felt too much like exposing herself.

She dug into her backpack again, pulling out a small bottle and a bar of chocolate. She took a sip of her home-made concoction, completely unaffected by the taste that once made her gag and the burning sensation down her throat. She was just glad it worked as well as it did – her nerve-wracking, anxiety-inducing heats were a thing of the past, which meant she was in control of her body at all times, and although some Alpha might still sniff her out … well, she never stayed in one place long enough for that to happen. She wasn’t exactly sure about all of the side-effects of her home-made suppressants, but the recipe she based it on might have warned about bad things happening to one’s reproduction organs if used without break. Maybe that was the reason she used it so excessively. She refused to let whatever twisted fate that made her what she was define her life even more. Like being completely out of control once a month wasn’t enough, she would not have any Alpha – or anyone else for that matter – control her for the rest of the time when she was sane enough. She refused to be someone’s private pup factory.

And so she took one more little sip, silently cheering to possible infertility, and then stuffed her mouth full of chocolate. Pulling the blanket over her, she curled into a ball, adjusting her position on the floor in an attempt to find the most comfortable one.

She barely managed to close her eyes when she heard the sound that immediately flung her into a state of panic.

Footsteps. Getting closer.

As quickly as she could, she freed herself from the blanket cocoon and tugged on her dark coat. She pressed herself against one of the targets, fishing a knife out of the inner pocket of her coat. She didn’t have to wait long for the door of the shed to slid open.

“Man, what a downpour!”

It was a man’s voice. She gripped her knife tighter.

She couldn’t see what he was doing, but there was a sound of wood clattering (maybe the practice swords colliding?) while he was humming a catchy tune. She stayed behind her cover completely still, although everything in her head was screaming to either fight or run. Her knuckles were turning white from the tight grip she had on the handle of her knife and she prayed to whatever deity that might be listening for the man to go away.

Then the humming stopped. She held her breath. There was no sound of the door closing. What was he doing? Her eyes frantically searched for an escape route.

The footsteps – slower this time – heading towards the back of the shed.

Her body was tense as a bowstring, ready to leap at whatever came around the line of targets. Briefly, she realized that her hands were shaking.

A man appeared before her, his short green hair drenched in rain or sweat she couldn’t tell. She didn’t pay much attention to his appearance because as soon as the stench of an Alpha filled her nose, she flung herself at him like a feral cat. Her knife connected, cutting down his forearm, and he let out a surprised yelp. Almost at the same time, his other hand reached after her and she stabbed her knife in the direction it was coming from. He pulled away just in time to avoid the blade, taking a step back and crashing into some gardening tools.

With his hands finally at his sides, she leapt away from him, but in a different direction than the one she charged from – towards the door, towards freedom.

“Don’t try to follow me,” she snarled, her knife still pointed at the man as she retreated towards the door.

The green-haired Alpha was just staring at her like he couldn’t quite process what was happening.

She took another step back, already feeling the breeze coming through the open door. Almost there. A smile was threatening to surface and she had to bite her lip to keep it under control. Her wide eyes were reflecting a mix of panic, terror and a manic feeling of being victorious, which made for quite a terrifying sight.

And then her back bumped into something hard, stopping her dead in her tracks. Her heart sank. She was almost too afraid to turn around and face the new threat.

“What is the cause of this commotion?” came a deep voice from behind her.

The decision was made in a split second. She swiftly spun around and stabbed at whoever was standing behind her. A hand caught her wrist and held it in an iron grip, forcing her to drop her weapon. She slowly looked up into a pair of cold, dark eyes.

She wanted to scream in despair, but she was completely frozen by his watchful gaze. His Alpha scent was both haunting and intoxicating, and she resented her body for betraying her so easily.

“An intruder,” the newcomer said in an icy tone. “You will be punished for trespassing.”

He inhaled deeply through his nose and blinked. He leaned a little closer and sniffed the air again.

“What is it, brother?” the other one asked, taking a step closer and sniffing the air as well.

His eyes suddenly turned predatory, “Oh. Is that ...”

“Luck favours us, Genji. We must go and tell Father to cease the negotiations immediately. A stray Omega just waltzed right into our home. For free.” The dark-haired Alpha in front of her was watching her intently.

“Wait, you mean we can’t have her right now?” the green-hair – Genji – asked, staring at his brother in disbelief. “It’s been so long since we last touched an Omega! C’mon, Hanzo! You know Father doesn’t like to be disturbed during the night. We can tell him tomorrow and in the meantime, get acquainted with our new little Omega here.”

Hanzo thought for a second, then nodded. “We have to make sure she is worthy of carrying an heir to the Shimada clan.”

They were talking about her like she wasn’t even there, like she was just some object free for them to take. That’s what pissed her off about Alphas the most. And before she could think it all through, she punched Hanzo in the face.

He moved just enough for her to miss his nose, her fist connecting with his cheekbone instead. The grip on her wrist loosened up a little and she tried to yank it free.

It didn’t work, however. He gripped her even tighter with both hands, fury flashing in his eyes.

“How dare you,” he growled.

“Let go of me,” she demanded, but her shaky voice betrayed her.

“Omegas were made to be claimed by the Alphas. It’s in your nature,” Hanzo was saying through his gritted teeth as he hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder.

She kicked her feet and banged at his muscular back with her fists, “In my nature my ass!”

“We are doing you a favour. You have gone completely feral without a proper Alpha to take care of you. Once we knot you, you will calm down,” Hanzo continued and started walking away from the shed.

“Let me go!” she screamed again and again, but the dark-haired Alpha was deaf to her pleas.

“Well, at least she’s got spirit. I think she will be perfect for us,” Genji commented in a light conversational tone as he trailed behind his brother and the Omega. “This late-night training session really paid off, isn’t that right, Hanzo?”

She didn’t see much of her surroundings as the Alphas navigated through the estate, her vision blurred by the tears of despair. A sound of doors sliding open and then she was falling. A rather comfortable futon eased her landing and she quickly scrambled onto all fours and looked around.

They brought her into a smaller tatami room, traditionally decorated and mostly empty. The sheets smelled faintly of flowers – more importantly, they didn’t smell like any of the Alphas, which meant that this was probably a guest bedroom or something similar. And there was only one escape route: through the door blocked by both of the Alphas.

She didn’t want to just sit on the futon and be an easy target, but she also didn’t want to back away. Where to? Being caught in a corner seemed even less appealing.

Before she could really commit to anything, Hanzo was crouching beside her, tugging her coat off her. She pulled her arms closer to her body, glaring at him in defiance.

“Cooperate or I will cut the clothes off your body,” the dark-haired Alpha growled.

She felt that Alpha growl all the way down in the pit of her stomach, her Omega instincts slowly awakening. At that moment, she hated herself, her body for responding to what she did not want and the twisted fate that made her this pathetic, submissive creature. Finding a nice Alpha mate who would take care of their Omega? That was just some fairytale bullshit. All Alphas were assholes, thinking they owned every Omega they came across. There were no happy endings for the ones like her in this world.

Her body was screaming to submit to the Alpha in front of her and yet she continued to scowl at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Suddenly, Genji appeared on the other side of her, crouching down and caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. She jerked away from him, surprised by the gentle gesture.

Hanzo took advantage of the distraction and grabbed the hem of her hoodie, pulling it up. She quickly put her hands down, keeping them pressed to her body and refusing to let him lift the fabric. But then Genji grabbed her wrists and with combined strengths, they unceremoniously stripped her of her clothes.

She shivered as the cold air enveloped her bare skin, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. As she moved, the feeling of slickness between her legs became more apparent and it was mortifying. Wide-eyed, she stared at the Alphas, waiting for them to pounce. Hanzo was watching her with a focus of a predator, despite in the middle of taking off his clothes. Genji was also maintaining eye-contact with her as he brought something to his nose, inhaling deeply. She recognized the bunched-up fabric as her underwear and she grimaced.

“Your scent is delicious, Omega,” he purred as he dropped the fabric and began stripping his clothes as well.

Hanzo was way ahead of him – already naked and advancing on her. Her gaze involuntarily trailed down his muscular body and to the hand stroking his almost fully erect Alpha cock. This was the first time she was seeing one in person and it made her both terrified and wanting. Even in this state, it was already bigger than any of the silicone replacements she had been using to ease her heats.

“Brother, wait,” Genji said, placing his hand onto Hanzo’s shoulder.

For some reason, a little spark of hope that he will stop this horrible thing and let her go appeared in her head.

“I found the Omega,” he continued in a rather neutral voice. “It is only fair that I get to breed her first.”

“And I caught the Omega,” Hanzo growled at him. “If it were only you, she would have gotten away.”

Dismissing him, the dark-haired Alpha turned to face her again.

“Open your legs, little Omega. I can smell your arousal,” he growled, but it was a different kind of a sound, one that made her core throb.

She tightened her grip around her legs, glaring at him with silent hatred.

His face darkened. With no warning whatsoever, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs towards him, making her fall onto her back. As an immediate response, she started kicking and flailing her arms.

“Let go of me!” she screamed, trying to aim her kicks at his face but with little success.

Hanzo held her ankles in a painfully strong grip, no signs of it letting up. The hopelessness of the situation was demoralising, but she didn’t stop squirming in his grip. He lifted his hands, pulling her legs up and in turn bringing her body closer. She twisted around as best as she could and gripped the futon in the final attempt to escape.

Another pair of hands gripped her wrists, forcing her to let go and flipped her back around. She knew it was Genji who now had her hands pinned down to the ground above her head, could see the flash of his green hair as he moved into a better position, towering above her.

“Hush, little Omega,” the younger Alpha purred. “We’ll make you feel real good, I promise.”

She looked at Hanzo with tears in her eyes. There was no way she could escape them.

“Please,” she sobbed, finally going limp in their hands.

Begging was her last resort – not that she had any hopes for it.

Silently, Hanzo gripped her ankles in one hand, using the other to guide his hefty cock to her weeping cunt.

“Please, I don’t want this,” she whispered, the image of the Alpha in front of her blurred due to her tears.

“Your body is telling me otherwise,” Hanzo said in a low voice. “Begging me to fill you, to breed you, give you the knot it so desperately wants.”

The head of his cock pressed against her slick folds. Her whole body tensed up in both anticipation and fear. She closed her eyes, the thought of watching him do this to her unbearable. She wanted it to hurt, she wanted her body to hate it. But when Hanzo’s girth finally entered her tight channel – the penetration practically effortless due to how wet she was, it was anything but painful.

The way his cock filled her up, reaching deep and stretching her walls so perfectly, was better than anything she’d ever used during her past heats. Another wave of pleasure raked through her body as Hanzo thrust into her again, her body reacting in a completely opposite way than her mind. She tried to hold on to that little bit of sanity she had left, tried to convince her body that this was not what she wanted; and yet, her pussy clenched down on the Alpha’s cock like her life depended on it, her back arching as every snap of his hips sent a sweet sensation through her body.

“No,” she whimpered quietly.

Hanzo changed his grip again, holding her by the back of her knees and keeping her legs slightly spread apart up in the air. This position gave him more access and he immediately set a punishing pace. His cock suddenly felt thicker and more filling, especially around the base, teasing her tight entrance even more intensely … With horror, she realized that his knot was already forming and she was fairly certain Hanzo wouldn’t be pulling out.

As an automatic reaction accompanying her urge to get away, she started wriggling in his grip again, which resulted in a situation quite the opposite of what she wanted. The Omega responding seemed to motivate Hanzo even further and he started pounding into her even more ferociously. She could only cry out and she wasn’t even sure if it was in protest or pleasure.

She barely even noticed Genji adjusting his hold on her wrists, now doing it with only one hand.

With his free hand, he gently petted her head and murmured soothingly, “You’re taking him so well, Omega. You’ll be perfect for us.”

She jerked away from him, startled by the tenderness of his touch.

“If you promise you will not kick, I will touch you. You would like that, wouldn’t you, Omega? Me playing with your clit while I breed you and make you come,” Hanzo purred, seemingly unaffected by how fast he was thrusting into her.

Her body screamed for some attention on that part of her body; wanted it, craved the high it will bring.

Mustering up all of her resolve and courage, she spat in his face, “I don’t want you to touch me. Anywhere. At all.”

She had thought he would be pissed, had mentally prepared for it and was willing to accept the consequences. However, the dark-haired Alpha only chuckled darkly, his thrusts suddenly slowing down to powerful snaps of his hips all the way in and all the way out. His knot had grown and was now harshly pushing and tugging at her cunt every time he moved, sending little jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Oh, I will enjoy breaking you into submission, my feisty little Omega.”

Hanzo leaned down and pressed his nose against her neck, humming appreciatively. His beard felt all prickly against her sweaty skin and she grimaced. He inhaled her scent again and licked her neck.

She wanted to scream in frustration, but the breathy sound that left her mouth was something entirely different. Hanzo ripped his half-formed knot out of her and she sobbed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Against all odds, she hoped it wouldn’t fit back in, but she had a hunch Hanzo will make it fit. He rammed back into her, knot and all, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix and making her yelp.

Suddenly, Hanzo yanked her up and flipped her onto her stomach, his cock staying buried deep inside of her. She tried to crawl away, but his firm chest pressed against her back, squishing her against the futon. His hips were moving in a slow rock. Her eyes widened in panic as his knot swelled to its final size, stretching her cunt to its limits. She choked out a quiet moan.

The feeling of being this full, this stretched out couldn’t compare to anything she had ever felt before. And beyond all the pleasure, the fear, the throbbing of her tight walls, there was a sense of completion, a sense of accomplishing something she was supposed to do. It was a dreadful feeling.

Hanzo’s loud moan pulled her out of her thoughts and in the next moment, there was an explosion of warmth in her belly as he painted her walls with his thick Alpha cum. A shudder ran down her spine, a more primal side finally taking over and relishing the feeling of this powerful Alpha breeding her so well. She arched her back, her cunt squeezing down on his knot, wanting more.

Hanzo let out a quiet grunt and rolled to his side, pulling her with him. Pushing his legs in-between hers, he kept them spread open while his hand dived straight for her core.

“Milk my knot. Beg me to give you more,” he growled.

When the rough pads of his fingers finally made contact with her sensitive nub, her body ignited in pleasure. It was due to both: Hanzo expertly playing with her clit and that delicious, hefty knot stretching her walls to oblivion. She barely even noticed Genji lying down next to them. He lazily tugged at his pre-come-dripping dick, watching his brother force an orgasm out of the Omega with interest.

It didn’t take long before she was writhing in his arms as waves of pleasure hit her like a storm – suddenly and strong. Too strong. Her pussy clamped down on Hanzo’s cock, making him groan and buck his hips as he released the final drops of his seed into her womb. She mewled quietly at this peculiar feeling of fullness in her belly, something she has never experienced before.

As the high calmed down, she sagged against the Alpha’s body and closed her eyes. Hanzo silently rearranged her limbs so that she was lying in a fetal position with his hand resting over her belly. It was the middle of the night, she was exhausted, well-bred and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. And when she woke up, maybe this nightmare would be over.

Her eyes snapped open. She was tied to an Alpha who she did not know, who did not ask if she wanted this, who was most likely intending to keep her after he kidnapped her; and then there was another Alpha who was waiting to have his go with her and was guilty of all the same things. She felt like she was going to throw up.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed until Hanzo’s knot finally dissipated. She stubbornly kept her eyes closed throughout the whole waiting period, not only to make it more bearable but also to ignore the green-haired Alpha lying beside her, giving her the hungriest eyes she had ever seen.

When Hanzo finally pulled out, a copious amount of his thick cum flowed out of her spent cunt. But it was no time for celebrations. Hanzo’s hands hadn’t even left her body yet when she was yanked out of his grasp with ease.

She was on her back again, in the same position as before, but this time with Genji on top of her.

“Finally you’re mine, sweet Omega,” he purred into her ear.

At least she got the big bad out of the way first. Genji seemed nicer compared to his brother, gentler even.

“I wanted to make our first mating special and long,” he continued, “but my dear brother took his time, torturing me with the view. I’m afraid I won’t be able to last very long.”

He pushed back her legs, almost folding her in half. Wasting no time, he pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. Thanks to her and Hanzo’s mixed fluids, it slipped in smoothly and with a lewd squelch accompanying it. Immediately, he thrust all the way in, making her gasp in surprise.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Genji moaned.

Holding her hands above her head, he practically lay down on top of her, keeping her legs spread with his body. There was no warm-up, just a brutal pace right from the beginning. She saw stars every time his massive Alpha cock hit her cervix, but not in a pleasant way. And yet there was some twisted pleasure coming from the fact that he was so close to her womb.

His knot had already started forming – he wasn’t lying about this being a quick session. And yet Genji fucked like it wasn’t even there, pushing it in and out of her sensitive pussy like a madman. She squirmed underneath him, crying out repeatedly.

“I love how you sing for me,” Genji purred.

He nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. Then his teeth grazed her skin and she froze. An Alpha knotting her was definitely bad, but Alpha’s teeth anywhere near her neck was a lot worse.

“I would love to make you mine,” he hummed. “A little bite is all it takes...”

“Watch it,” Hanzo interrupted him with a hiss.

She glanced to the side. Hanzo was lounging on the futon some distance away from them, showing off his naked body with no particular care. It was almost like he had been taking a nap until his brother’s words woke him up and now he was glaring daggers at Genji through half-lidded eyes.

Genji didn’t pay much attention to the other Alpha. He only chuckled lowly, dangerously.

“Maybe Father will let you pick your mate. I wonder who you would choose.”

He brought his hand up to her neck and slowly pressed down. Her eyes widened and she started wriggling underneath him in panic. That made Genji chuckle and he pressed down on her neck even more, not enough to completely cut the air off, but enough to make her struggle.

“Don’t,” she wheezed, her hand gripping his wrist. “Please.”

Genji leaned in, his mouth open slightly as if mimicking her; the corners of his lips curled upward in a devilish grin. He was watching her with interest as he squeezed her neck more firmly, effectively cutting off her airways. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish on the land, her eyes wide with terror. She had thought Hanzo was the worse one; that he was the brute. But Genji was even worse, manipulating her into a fake sense of security and then fucking her just as ruthlessly.

The green-haired Alpha let out a breathy chuckle and whispered, “You’re squeezing down on my cock like crazy. I think you might actually be enjoying this.”

Just when her vision started to get a bit blurry, he released his hold on her neck and she sucked in a lungful of air. And yet the relief was short-lived. Genji’s knot had grown considerably, had gotten almost too big to fit in, so when he rammed it in, the mix of pain and pleasure made her gasp.

He moaned loudly, shamelessly, his hips continuing to rock against her despite his knot already locking in. It made her toes curl and she found herself walking right on the edge of another climax. His hips only stilled when he was ready to add to the mess inside of her, filling her up with his thick seed to the point of where she thought she might burst.

Genji ground his hips against her a bit longer, determined to give her everything he had; and in doing so, he managed to push her off the edge again. She moaned when a shock of pleasure ran through her body, sparks dancing in her vision, her fingers digging into the futon. The reaction was purely physical, but the high was so intense that she completely forgot about the reality of the situation, her brain kicking back into primal mode again. And with her mind clouded from all of the different sensations, she simply found it very satisfying – being full of Alpha cum like this.

Genji eventually rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She was exhausted, her womb full of rich Alpha seed, her pussy still gripping a solid knot; she didn’t put up much of a fight. Her head was resting against his chest and she was able to hear his heartbeat, still going a bit faster than normal. His hand found its way to her lower back, his thumb caressing her skin soothingly.

“You did so well, sweet Omega,” the green-haired Alpha purred lazily. “You will be an irreplaceable addition to the Shimada clan.”

A hum of agreement came from somewhere in Hanzo’s direction.

His words caused a shiver to run down her spine, her blood suddenly turning to ice. This nightmare was only just beginning. Despite the proximity of Genji’s body, she suddenly felt really cold.

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The Assassin and The Spy

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada X Reader

Words: 7k+ (It’s a long one)

Authors Note: Okay, this got a bit out of hand; but, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Hanzo Shimada is a strong, tall and charming Overwatch Agent from Hanamura. His life is going downhill until he meets Y/N Y/S/N, an attractive woman with a passion for gaming .Hanzo takes an instant disliking to Y/N and the manipulative and intense ways she learnt during her years in Kings Row, London. However, when someone tries to kill Hanzo, Y/N springs to the rescue and Hanzo begins to notice that Y/N is actually rather sweet at heart. But, the pressures of Y/N’s job as a spy leave her blind to Hanzo’s affections and Hanzo takes up numerous hobbies to try and distract himself. Finally, when dangerous assassin and Talon member, Gabriel Reyes, threatens to come between them, Y/N must act fast. But will they ever find the love that they deserve?

The wind blew viciously as Y/N wandered the streets of Hanamura, Japan, her jet-black leather jacket wrapped tightly around her chest, almost crushing her body in a vain attempt to keep herself warm.

She had been sent there on a recent mission by her higher-ups, whoever they were, to find Overwatch agent, Hanzo Shimada along with his younger brother Genji Shimada.

She had no idea what those two had done, besides their obvious affiliation with Overwatch, the group who defended the world from evil, but she did know that this was her job and, as well as that, she was getting paid extremely well for this one simple task.

The streets themselves were empty, most people remaining indoors to keep themselves distant from the wind and upcoming rain, but Y/N did not care too much about silly, unimportant things such as the weather. No, she knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted.

The money.

As stated previously, the spy had no idea who these men were or what they did in order to have such a huge bounty on their heads by those who ordered her services. She assumed that it must be something of importance considering the huge reward she was offered in order to infiltrate Overwatch and get close to those two brothers, mostly Genji was what she recalled being told before she was flown to Hanamura, the birthplace of the two men.

Despite having never visited before, this place made her feel like she was home, something she had never experienced. She felt almost drawn to this place, as though she was supposed to be here. Well, she was in theory.

Y/N had no idea where she was heading as she walked around the city, taking in all the beautiful blossoms falling from the trees that outlined each street. It isn’t often a busy spy got the opportunity to enjoy the sites of a new city, after all. With each step she took, she got more and more bored, her lips pulled into a straight, unamused line as she cursed whoever gave her the order to come here without any further instructions.

It was then that she spotted a gathering in the distance.

Masses of people were crowded together, some shoving others as they did their best to reach the tents the were littered around, what the spy assumed to be, a field. Further on Y/N could see some metal, which was obviously something to do with roller coasters, or so she assumed having not been on any in her life, been raised to be a spy from a young age.

Face neutral, she headed forward, hoping that the walk wouldn’t be too tedious.

It was around twenty minutes after spotting the gathering that she finally reached it.

It was, in fact, a tedious walk only made more tedious by her not wanting to follow the guided route and risk coming across others that would question her. Instead, she decided to climb onto a high roof, nobody being able to see her, and looked forward.

She let out a hum as he realised that it was only a few rooftops away, immediately setting off into a run then followed by a jump and a quiet thud and she skillfully landed on her feet on the next rooftop. This then continued until she dropped from the final one, landing carefully on the ground just meters away from the place she had seen.

“Well, that was easy.” She whispered to herself, unaffected by the extensive exercise that she had done just mere moments ago as she just continued walking.

Once she reached the area, she took a proper look around.

She was right, there were rides, if that’s what they’re called here, and tents everywhere. People walked through the entrances of the tents, some entering with empty hands but excitement on their faces while others left the tent, hands full but still with the same look of excitement, if not more as the grins filled their faces.

The Y/H/C haired girl turned around, spotting a makeshift bar and restaurant behind her, also surrounded by people who were peacefully enjoying their food which smelt delicious. Her eyes scanned further past, seeing two men stood behind the bar, out of view for everyone but her. One man had long brown hair that was tied up neatly, he was quite handsome she noted to herself before her eyes darted towards the other man, immediately knowing his identity.

Genji Shimada.

Which meant that the other man is most likely his older brother, Hanzo.

“Found you,” Y/N whispered through her painted lips, before quietly walking towards the two to hear their conversation, remaining unnoticed by those around her.

“Hanzo, you can’t be serious?” The cyborg groaned, shaking his head in disapproval.

“It had to be done,” The man, who she now knew was definitely Hanzo, spoke, “We don’t know where father is.”

“Fine.” Genji sighed, eyes darting towards Y/N who had been too interested in their conversation to notice that her foot was only slightly in view.

Hanzo noticed his brother didn’t continue his sentence, instead looking towards something Hanzo couldn’t see. The long-haired man stepped forward, walking towards his brother so he could see what he was seeing. This was when Y/N’s eyes widened, knowing she had been caught.

“Come out, stalker.” Hanzo’s deep voice called, as she slammed her eyes closed.

“Don’t be mean, Hanzo.” Genji interrupted, walking towards Y/N who was slightly more relaxed now, having come up with an idea.

“S-sorry.” She faked stuttered, “It’s just, I’m looking for someone I was supposed to meet here but, he hasn’t shown.” Continued Y/N, awkwardly twiddling with her fingers in hopes that it would increase the fake awkwardness that was radiating from her.

“Someone?” Hanzo asked, not completely convinced at her story.

“Yeah… A date, if you can even call him that now.” A chuckle left the girls lips as she looked slightly afraid at their reactions, despite being the opposite.

“Come on, Hanzo!” Genji said, placing a hand on the elder’s shoulder, “We can’t leave such a pretty lady on her own. What’s your name?”

Great, they fell for it. She grinned inwardly.

“Y-Y/N.” She fake stuttered again, holding her hand out for the cyborg to shake.

“Genji! It’s nice to meet you.” He nodded, shaking her hand. “This is Hanzo. Ignore his rudeness, he’s not good around new people.”

Y/N simply giggled, “That’s fine. I know how that is.” She winked at Hanzo who simply looked away, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Come, Y/N. Let me show you around.” Genji said excitedly, gently grasping her hand in his own metal one.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I don’t want to intrude on your business.” Y/N said, fake tenderness crawling on her tongue. Despite the manipulation she was currently doing, it didn’t mean she didn’t blush at the unexpected contact from the younger Shimada.

“I agree.” Hanzo cleared his throat as he looked intently at Y/N with a warning glare, almost as if he knew she was manipulating his younger brother.

He did.

“Don’t be mean, Hanzo!” Genji scolded, “Come along, Y/N.” And with that Genji dragged the smaller girl away, leaving Hanzo with no choice but to follow them.

Genji and Y/N wandered through the crowds, hands still interwind. Y/N’s hair flowing in the wind as it blew through her, occasionally shivering at the gusts. The blush that dusted her cheeks was still there, Hanzo noticed this as he trailed behind them, not wanting to leave his brother that he cared so deeply for alone with this girl.

“How did you come to see this festival then, Y/N?” Genji asked, making the girl internally panic despite her face remaining the same smile plastered on, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Well, I’ve had an online boyfriend for a few months now. He claimed to live here so I booked a ticket to come see him and he seemed excited, but he didn’t show even though he said that he would meet me here.” The lies slipped without hesitation from her lips, “I don’t know why I’m telling you actually, never mind.”

“No, no. Keep talking.” Genji nodded in encouragement, seemingly genuinely interested in this story.

“I was born in London,” was the first truth the spy told since she had met Genji, “I’ve lived there all my life, but I travel a lot.” Another truth, despite having left out that she travels for work. She definitely didn’t want to be asked about her job. No, that was the last thing she wanted.

They continued walking for a while, Hanzo still casually strolling behind them like a stalker, until they stopped outside a tent.

“What’s in there?” Y/N’s voice left a pitch higher than usual; the physical contact was having an obvious effect on her that she didn’t wish to share.

“Stickers,” Genji chuckled, finger raised towards the stall towards the end of the tent that was selling stickers, “want some?” He asked her, not waiting for an answer before tugging her into the tent and towards the stall.

On the wall behind the actual stall lay hundreds, maybe even thousands, of stickers. Each sticker had a different design, some were big, others were small while some were huge, almost big enough that they could be stuck on someone’s face. The stickers designs ranged from just a casual colour to a detailed cherry blossom that she had seen earlier the same day.

“Which one do you want?” Genji asked her, looking around them himself as though he wished to purchase one.

“I don’t have much money.” She admitted, telling the truth again.

She didn’t think she’d be here long, so she didn’t carry much money on her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay!” Genji chuckled, patting her on the hair, making sure that the strands did not get stuck in the cybernetic joints.

“I can’t let you do that.” Y/N’s head shook immediately, only increasing in speed as she spoke.

Genji chuckled again, kissing her on the forehead leaving her eyes wide and speechless.

“I-I…” She blushed, eyes darting to the floor.

Had anyone been looking into that situation, they would have assumed that the two had a thing for each other. Hanzo, who was in fact watching the entire display knew that she harboured no feelings for her brother, despite her supposed kindness. He knew it was all manipulation and that there was something about her, something that he could not quite put his finger on, but he wanted to know; he needed to know. Genji? Well, he wouldn’t exactly deny the fact that he thought she was cute. But neither Hanzo, nor Genji knew her well enough for either of them to harbour feelings. They had only known her for less than an hour after all.

“Come on, let’s get matching ones.” Genji cheered, walking towards the lady who was serving customers to order three: one for Y/N, one for himself and one for Hanzo.

“Here you go!” Genji nodded when he returned, sticking one onto the blushing girls’ jacket, before calling over for Hanzo to give him his own.

“Here we go, now we’re all matching!” The words that were leaving Genji’s mouth were filled with excitement, almost making Hanzo and Y/N genuinely smile, but neither did.

“Brother,” Hanzo spoke for the first time since meeting the girl, “should we not return? We are busy tomorrow.”

Genji sighed before responding, “I suppose so. But we shall see you again, Y/N?” He asked, earning a nod for the questioned girl.

“If you very so wish.” She winked at him, grinning slightly as she gently poked the sticker on his chest in a teasing manner at which Genji chuckled. “I’m staying at a nearby hotel, call me if you need me.” She finished, handing him a card with her number on which she always carried, giving them both a final wink before turning around to leave, both brothers eyes unmoving from her until she faded into the distance.

“You shouldn’t see her again.” Were Hanzo’s first words as the door slammed shut behind them.

“Why not?” Genji asked, curious as to why his brother was being extremely protective.

“She is manipulating you.” The elder stated bluntly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Could you not see it?”

“You seemed to like her enough,” Genji teased, referring to the blushing from his brother at the girl’s actions.

“Enough, Genji. I will not allow you to be manipulated like this.”

“No, Hanzo. I will not allow you to prevent me from becoming friends with somebody due to your paranoia.” Genji stated blankly as he turned to leave, “Goodnight, Hanzo.”

The door slammed shut.

Ringing.

That is all Y/N could hear when she left the bathroom, hair wet as droplets rolled down her bare body which was only covered by a beige towel.

“Hello?” Y/N asked, answering the call to an unknown number as she moved to seat herself on the hotel bed, beginning to dry off.

“Hey, it’s Genji.” The unknown person spoke, now identifying himself as one of the men she had met earlier today.

“Hey, Genji.” She smiled, a genuine smile, despite knowing that he could not see. She couldn’t believe that she was actually happy to know that he had called.

“I know this might be a bit… cheeky.” He began awkwardly, to the point that she could feel his hesitance through the phone, “But, I don’t suppose I could stay with you tonight, could I? I had an argument with Hanzo, and I don’t want to be around him right now.” He admitted, nervously running his hand across the back of his neck, a habit that followed him into adulthood.

“Sure! I’ll text you the details.”

“Thank you, see you soon.”

Soon was extremely soon. In fact, that soon that Y/N was still in her towel by the time he arrived. The cyborg must have immense speed, she assumed as she opened the door.

“Hey, Y-Y/N…” Genji stuttered as the door swung open, revealing a wet-haired, towel wearing Y/N.

“Hey, Genji.” She answered with confidence, seemingly unfazed about answering the door to a male in simply a towel. “Come in. I’m just going to change.” The door swung open as Genji followed, doing his best to not watch her enter the bathroom.

Y/N re-entered the main room of the hotel she was staying in, this time wearing a pair of shorts and a vest top as she seated herself on the double bed beside Genji, the two sitting in silence for a few moments, both mindlessly watching whatever show was now playing on the television opposite the bed.

“Genji?” Y/N sweet voice broke the silence causing Genji’s eyes to dart towards her own, looking deep into them.

“Yes, Y/N?” He asked her, head tilted slightly like a confused puppy.

“There’s only one bed.” She grinned cheekily, nodding towards the bed and the fact that, despite the expensive price of the hotel, there was no couch.

“I-I can just…” Genji trailed off, taking Y/N’s words as flirting, which they were.

“You can share with me, don’t worry.” She chuckled as she shot him a slight wink, still flirting despite having no attraction to Genji. In fact, if she were to be interested in either of the Shimada brothers, it would be Hanzo. He was the one she noted as attractive upon first meeting them.

“Are you sure?” Genji asked her, twiddling with his fingers in nervousness. “I don’t want to intrude…”

“You’re not don’t worry. I know we just met, but I trust you.” She smiled, being genuine with her words.

She did know that Genji had no intention of hurting her. She was smart; that was why she was good at her job. She knew how to sweet talk people, read those around her and use what she reads to her advantage. This was what lead her to be one of the top spies global, being given tasks all around the globe.

“Thank you.”

The night was calm, spent discussing random topics that the two thought of in their mind until the pair drifted off to sleep, bundled together in a platonic way, or as platonic as two people cuddling can be. Neither Genji nor Y/N had any intentions to do anything, they were simply just two friends spending the night together, sharing a bed because there is no couch.

Normal things like that.

However, Genji was wondering what he could say to Hanzo upon his return.

“Hi, Hanzo. I just spent the night sharing a bed with the girl you dislike. How are you?” Didn’t exactly seem a good choice in his mind. It wouldn’t sound good in anyone’s.

“Morning, Genji.” Y/N yawned, patting her messy hair flat as she sat up.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He chuckled, helping her adjust her hair. “How did you sleep?”

“Are you really making small talk with me?” She teased, patting Genji on the shoulder as she climbed over him to get out of the bed.

“I suppose I am.” He chuckled, completely oblivious to the fact that this entire situation would seem strange to anybody that looked at it.

He had just spent a night with a complete stranger. Both were sober and nothing happened. That is something out of the norm.

“Are you returning home today?” The girl asked him, preparing them both a cup of tea, not bothering to ask Genji if he wanted one.

She knew he did.

“I will be.” Genji sighed, nervous about how his brother will react.

“It’ll be okay, Genji. Hanzo loves you.” Came Y/N’s voice, earning a simple nod from Genji.

The two sat and drank their tea in light chatter, Y/N helping him plan what to say to Hanzo while he did his best to dig up more of her past, desperate to prove to Hanzo that she was no threat, but she revealed nothing. Nothing that could be used anyway.

It wasn’t long before Genji left, bidding Y/N and goodbye and thanking her for allowing him to stay the night, leaving her alone and left to gather her thoughts about what had happened.

She had gained Genji’s trust, the main part of the mission, but not Hanzo’s. She needed both the brothers, but she was genuinely enjoying Genji’s company. That can’t be good. She knew she shouldn’t allow herself to become attached to the people she is being paid to spy onto her, but there was something about the Shimada brothers. She wanted to protect them.

The stars shone brightly in the sky as Y/N wandered around the streets, just as she had done the previous day. She was alone now, exploring for the sake of exploring. She wanted to know the area better, unaware of how long she could be staying so she assumed that it would be for the best.

Everywhere was closed, the streets quiet besides the occasional car passing by, headlights blinding her for a moment before they sped past, leaving her able to see again. The weather was clear today, the sky also clear, with no wind or rain meaning that it was simply a quiet and warm night. The spy was enjoying the work, happy to be in silence. Or at least she was, that was until she heard a commotion down an alleyway ahead of her.

Now usually, she wouldn’t get involved in other people drama. She was going to stick to that until she heard Hanzo’s name mentioned.

“Hanzo Shimada.” A man spat the name as though it was venom, that was what caught her attention as she peeked around the corner.

“I do not know what you wish from me, but I assure you this will not be dealt with lightly.”

There stood Hanzo, backed against a wall while surrounded by a large group of me. Hanzo appeared unarmed, but so did the men, besides one. But, Y/N knew that she could easily take him down, having taken down far bigger targets in the past.

“Nobody will hear anything from a corpse.” Another man chuckled; his face covered by a mask much like the others.

Y/N knew she had to act fast if she wanted to save the Shimada, especially due to the fact that there was now a gun pointed towards him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Y/N’s calm voice came from the end of the alleyway as she slowly walked down it, eyes cast onto the ground, her whole demeanour threatening. She appeared calm, despite the gun now being aimed towards her.

“Why is that pretty lady?” The gun-wielding man asked her, smirking at her as if he had the upper hand by being armed.

He didn’t.

Y/N raised her hand, grasping his wrist tightly, applying an immense amount of pressure that gave his body no choice but to drop the weapon out of reflex. She quickly kicked the gun behind her, letting go of his wrist to reach into her pocket and whip out her own gun: an L9A1. She found it comical how quickly their faces dropped, their attention now directed primarily on her, not on Hanzo. However, Hanzo’s attention was also on her, extremely confused.

“Because I’m an assassin for a large worldwide clan that can have you and your little group killed and disposed of within minutes. I’m sure nobody would notice.” She gave them an innocent smile, eyes batting with such sweetness that you would be unable to tell the fact that she had just threatened to have them all murdered seconds ago.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realise he was-“ They tried to defend themselves, only to be cut off by her once again.

“He’s under our protection.”

The whole thing was a lie, but she was incredibly talented at lying that she had them all fooled, well all except one.

Hanzo.

She watched as the group of men fled the scene, leaving the gun behind which Y/N gladly picked up, unloading it before tossing it to Hanzo.

“New weapon.” She winked, watching him blush once again.

“Thank you.” Hanzo’s voice broke the silence they had fallen into. “Seriously, I don’t think I would have made it out without you I came for a walk unarmed and was cornered.”

“Don’t mention it.” Y/N shrugged casually, as though she had just helped someone with their homework, not just saved their life.

“How can I repay you?” He asked her, assuming she wanted something in return.

“No need. Anyone under Genji’s protection is under mine too.” The words that left her mouth were filled with such genuine kindness that he found it almost impossible not to smile; he didn’t though, instead he simply nodded.

“Thank you.”

And that was the start of a friendship between Hanzo Shimada and Y/N Y/S/N. There are some things that you can’t experience without becoming friends and saving the other from being murdered by a gang is one of them.

By the end of that night, Y/N knew what had happened.

Despite having known them for less than two days, Y/N had become attached to the Shimada brothers and was no longer capable of completing the mission. Logically, she should hand it over to somebody else, but she didn’t wish to put them in danger. She knew that, in order to protect them, she would have to sacrifice her job and that was something she was willing to do. She had ruined many people’s lives, and she hoped that this would make up for it.

The following weeks were spent with the Shimada brothers while passing on fake information to her contractor. Genji and her became fast friends, spending their time together playing games, one of Y/N’s few hobbies. She had also met Hana, another video game fanatic and the two got along well too.

Hanzo? Well, he watched his brother and new friend interact on a daily basis, favouring to simply sit and enjoy their company with the occasional conversation instead of playing games. However, Y/N and Hanzo would spend time together, usually sharing general chat over a cup of their famous tea. The two would talk about anything and everything. They were slowly opening up to each other, however, Y/N was careful about what she would share, not wishing to expose herself as a spy, despite no longer doing what the contractor had asked of her.

That leads me to where we are now, sat in Y/N’s hotel room, enjoying a cup of tea. The two were sat beside each other, cup of tea in hand as they enjoyed the company, both just sipping their tea, not wishing to disturb the silence. But there was something playing on Hanzo’s mind.

“Y/N?” Hanzo’s voice came out unsure, he didn’t know whether she would mind him breaking the silence.

“Yes, Hanzo?” Her eyes glanced up to Hanzo’s, such innocence filling them that he couldn’t prevent the blush covering his cheeks as he thought of… some things.

He cleared his throat, along with his mind, “If you could, would you be interested in joining Overwatch?” He asked her, genuine curiosity in his question.

This caught her attention, knowing of his affiliation with the Overwatch group.

“Well, yeah. I suppose I would. What they do is good, and I’d like to help the best I could.” She was careful with her response, doing her best to sound as nonchalant as possible, acting as though she thought it was just another random Hanzo question.

Hanzo himself gave a short nod before continuing to sip his tea.

The conversation lingered on Y/N’s mind for the next week. She wondered what he was gaining by asking her that question. Had he figured out her identity maybe? Or was it just a question? She was anxious to find out, but that day soon came. The day she received the invite to Overwatch.

Her eyes were wide as she read the letter which stated she had been selected to join Overwatch. That was when she realised the reasoning for Hanzo’s question.

He had requested that she join.

Her eyes widened even more at this realisation, a blush covering her cheeks at the thought. She knew she had too. Not only would it look good to her contractor, but she would also be doing good for the world.

“Y/N?” A knock came from her door followed by the voice that could only belong to Hanzo.

She quickly rushed to the door, forgetting the blush on her cheeks as she swung it open.

“Was this you?” She asked him immediately, holding out the letter to him.

His eyes widened, assuming that she was angry.

“I-I… Yes.” He stuttered, afraid that he had upset her and that she wouldn’t want to talk to her anymore.

Instead of yelling at him or slapping him like he expected from her tone, she simply lifted herself up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him into a hug.

Hanzo’s body went rigid at the contact, cheeks lighting up red yet again, feeling as though his heart could escape his chest any moment. What seemed like forever was only a mere second before he realised, he should probably return the hug.

“Thank you, Hanzo.” Her voice came out gentle, her eyes filled with tears for some reason he didn’t know yet he felt his heart warm at her kind words, pupils involuntarily dilating as he pulled away to look at her.

“Why are you crying?” He asked softly, raising his hand to wipe away her tears with his thumb, both blushing at the contact.

“Nobody has ever been this kind to me. Never believed in me.” She admitted.

And it was the truth.

Y/N had been brought up as a spy; that was her destiny. She was brought up training every single day, for hours a day. No matter her potential, she was never believed in. She was just bunched up with everyone else.

Hanzo’s usually cold eyes softened, thumb continuing to wipe her tears.

He didn’t want to see her cry…

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I shouldn’t be showing this part of me.” She chuckled sadly, smiling slightly as Hanzo quickly shook his head.

“You don’t have to be afraid to show your emotions around me.”

It was when she was in front of their commander that she realised her mistake.

She had let her guard down.

“So, you’re the spy?” Jack Morrison spoke, voice stable and monotone.

“Yes.” She admitted, not wishing to hide anything, she needs to protect them.

“Then why are you here? To infiltrate our base?”

Overwatch had been informed of a spy looking to join them and Y/N had just arrived when they received the news. Only the commander knew about this, hence why he quickly accepted the girl that Hanzo had recommended.

“No, sir.” She said quietly, looking up at him despite having her hands bound behind her back. “I want to protect the Shimada brothers. I was sent here to investigate them but now I wish to protect them.”

Jack could see that she was telling the truth. He too was good at reading people.

“Why?” He asked simply, wanting to know her reasoning behind this.

“I like them.” Came her simple yet truthful response.

Jack nodded, “I see.”

“You believe me.” Y/N could read him like a book, just like he could read her, “So let’s work together.”

“I suppose that can be arranged.”

Y/N became quick friends with the entire Overwatch team.

She had already met Hana through Genji and their friendship remained. The three of them would often play games together, often spending the entire night together until they fell asleep in whoever’s room they were playing in that night.

Hanzo and Y/N however, their friendship was different.

Everyone could see the look in their eyes, the way each of their gazes lingered on each other for a second too long and how they would often glance towards the other. Well, everyone but them that is. It was actually quite frustrating to those around them to see the two pining after each other, neither of them realising the others' feelings.

It was another meeting in the Overwatch base, they were organising a new mission and each person was being given their job.

Hanzo was assigned to be a sniper, and Y/N a spy.

She would be infiltrating the Talon base, and nobody, not even the commander, knew how long she would be gone.

Since she had joined the team, all her ties had been cut with whoever her contractor was, and she was under Overwatch’s protection. Sending her on this mission could essentially be a death wish for her if the contractor knew where she was, she knew this, the commander knew this, but she agreed anyway. She knew she had to do it; it was for the greater good, even if she died.

“So, I guess this is it for now,” Genji said sadly, standing in front of Y/N as she prepared to go infiltrate Talon.

She would be pretending to be a hostage who had insider information on Overwatch and their next mission. Of course, everything was false, but they wouldn’t know that. At least, not until it was too late.

“I guess it is.” Y/N’s voice was as sad as Genji’s as the two shared one final hug.

“Y/N,” Hanzo’s voice came as Genji left.

He now stood in front of her, a small smile on his lips.

“Hanzo.” She smiled; both their pupils now dilated.

A sign of attraction.

“Be careful.”

Those two words held so much meaning.

He didn’t want her to be hurt.

No, he needed her to not be hurt.

But she knew this might not be the case. But she would not, could not, tell him this.

“You too, Hanzo.” She nodded, reaching up to pull him into a tight hug; once that neither wanted to let go.

“See you around.” She smiled.

“I hope you do.”

“So, you have insider information on Overwatch?” Came Reapers deep voice, his mask staring directly at her, but she did not falter.

“Yes, sir.” She said, just as she had said to Commander Morrison mere months ago.

“What would that information be?”

“I know about their next mission; a plan to attack your base.”

“Is that so, Y/N?”

Well, fuck.

Y/N knew that he knew her affiliation with Overwatch by that one word: her name.

She had given them a fake name, one that she had never been associated with, and he knew her real name.

“Yeah, I know who you are. In fact, I was the one who hired you and I don’t appreciate being ignored.” Before she knew it there was a knife at her throat, applying such a pressure that it slightly broke the skin. “Luckily for you, I took a liking to you. If I didn’t, you’d be dead right now.” He spat, pulling the knife away from her.

“Is that so?” She smiled, looking up at him in a flirtatious manner, knowing she has to do this to survive.

He would surely kill her if she didn’t submit to him.

“Yes, it is. I admire your skills and think you would make an excellent addition to Talon. If you cut all ties with Overwatch which I am sure you will, especially when you take into account that we will kill those brothers you have been trying so desperately to protect.”

“Yes, sir.” Came her quiet response.

She knew that, in order to protect them, she had to do what he asked. They wouldn’t ask her to spy on Overwatch, that would risk losing her. So, they had to have other plans for her, but she didn’t know what and she doesn’t like not knowing.

It had been a long few weeks for her, but Y/N had made it.

She had passed her training flawlessly. However, nobody at Talon trusted her yet, but she was completely fine with that: it is not like she liked them anyway.

Each day she would be put through intense training, practicing everything from her shooting to her parkour, something she was already exceptionally good at from her years as a spy. But each day she would miss her friends more and more, especially Hanzo and Genji.

The day was going by as normal as ever. Y/N currently practicing her aim with the infamous purple-skinned sniper, the two were stood in silence when the alarm sounded.

The entire room shook at the loud noise, the power going out so the only light in the room being that of the red alarm screeching in the corner.

Within seconds, Widow had her gun drawn, grasping Y/N around the neck, gun to her head.

“Come with me.” Came her poisonous words as she dragged Y/N away.

Talon had been preparing for this moment since Y/N’s arrival seven weeks ago.

They knew that Overwatch would try and save her upon finding out that they knew who she was. In fact, Talon knew that they now knew who had ordered her ‘services’ and the leaders knew that they would come for her; that the Shimada’s would come for her.

They would use her as bait and the brothers would fall into their trap.

“Where do you think she is?” Genji’s voice was hard to hear over the screaming alarm, but Hanzo heard it.

“I have no idea.” He admitted sadly, bow in hand as they roamed the corridors of the Talon base, desperately looking for their dear friend.

They had all been informed of Y/N’s reasoning for coming to Hanamura in the first place. But, at this point, all they wanted was their friend to be safe. No matter what she had done, they knew where her loyalties lie.

With them.

The corridors were dark, walls black along with the floor making it hard to see, their only light being that of the siren that was deafening them with each beep. They were desperate to find Y/N and get out of there. There were twenty agents looking for her, Genji and Hanzo included who were the most desperate to find her. They were supposed to stay back at base, but they refused; they love her and wish to help her.

It didn’t take long for them to find her. Actually, for Talon to find them.

“Ah, the Shimada’s, the true star of the show.”

Both brothers came to a halt, seeing their friend stood in front of them, Reaper behind her holding a gun to her head.

No matter the liking he took to her, he had to do what was best for Talon.

“Let. Her. Go.” Hanzo spat, an arrow immediately placed into his bow.

Reaper simply chuckled at the man’s anger.

“Has unemotional Hanzo Shimada fallen in love with the spy that was sent to help us kill you?” Reaper taunted, enjoying the way Hanzo’s grip tightened, knuckles turning white.

“I don’t care about her past. She’s my friend and she’s under our protection.” He said, using the very words that Y/N used the night that she saved him.

“How sweet.” He continued to taunt, laughing manically as Hanzo’s face was fiery with anger, such intense emotion that nobody had ever seen on the archer.

He must really love her, Genji thought.

Neither the brothers nor Reaper had noticed the rest of the Overwatch agents behind them. They had heard the commotion over the comms and were quick to find them.

“Let her go, Gabriel,” Jack said, catching the attention of the man that has his agent held hostage.

“What if I just…” A bang then a scream, “Oops.” And with that Gabriel disappeared into thin air, completely dropping Y/N.

Hanzo was the first to run towards her, noticing the sticky blood that covered his hand as he picked her up, his eyes widening in panic.

“Get Angela!” He yelled, panic filling his body as Genji darted towards him, followed by the others.

“Y-Y/N!” Genji screamed, doing the best he could to apply pressure to the wound. “You’re going to be okay.” His hands shook as he spoke, hating the feel of the literal blood on his hands.

Y/N chuckled, “I’m okay.” Her voice was hoarse, everyone could almost hear the pain she was in just from those two words. “Don’t worry about me.” Her eyes were closing.

“Hey. Hey! Don’t close your eyes.” Hanzo lowered her onto the ground to help Genji apply better pressure.

“Just… five minutes.”

Her eyes shut.

Hanzo was pacing outside the medical bay, anxiety filling his body.

He wasn’t allowed to be in there while they helped her, saying that his constant questions would be distracting and overall, just unhelpful.

“Hanzo, relax. She’ll be fine.” Lena did her best to comfort him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder in a vain attempt to calm him.

It obviously did not work.

It felt like decades to everyone until Y/N was finally in a stable condition.

They had managed to remove the bullet and stop the bleeding from the wound.

Hanzo was the first in, being there the second they allowed him shortly followed by Genji.

Hanzo sat beside the patient, hand in her own cold and pale one as he sat back in the uncomfortable chair he was provided; not that he cared about comfort at this precise moment in time. At the opposite side sit Genji, deep in thought as his hands lay beneath his chin.

The two sat there for hours on end, neither moving. They refused to leave for too long in case she awoke, taken turns to use the restroom. Other Overwatch members brought them food, knowing that, if they didn’t, they wouldn’t eat.

It wasn’t until it was nearing the night-time that Hanzo felt something, a pressure and it was coming from his hand. Eyes wide, he immediately shot up.

“Y/N?” He rushed out, desperate for her to reply.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were excited to see me.” Y/N croaked out jokingly, once again squeezing his hand.

“Of course I’m glad to see you.” He whispered, thumb running across her hand much like he had done with her tears when she received the Overwatch invitation.

“He isn’t joking. He didn’t stop pacing around outside until he was allowed in.” Genji’s joke followed Y/N’s own, making her chuckle despite her throat being dry.

“Have you got any water?” She asked quietly at which Hanzo immediately jumped up, grabbing a cup of water for her.

“Here,” Came his soft response as he helped her drink the water, worried that she might hurt herself by doing so herself.

“Thank you,” Her voice sounded clearer now after drinking.

Hanzo gave her a small nod, heart racing as it fully sunk in that she was finally awake.

She’s safe.

“Do you remember what happened?” Genji asked her cautiously, doing his best to ignore the glare he was getting from Hanzo.

“Yeah, I remember everything.”

“Let’s not talk about that.” Hanzo interrupted the two, for both Y/N and himself.

Neither of them wished to relive the situation.

“How do you feel?” Genji asked, changing the subject, but not too much.

“Like I slept for too long. My head hurts.” She smiled slightly, reaching up to rub her head.

“I’ll get Angela to bring you something for the pain.” Genji said, lifting himself onto his feet, “I’m glad you're awake.”

“Me too.” She grinned.

Even after all this, she’s still herself, Hanzo smiled to himself, glad that she could finally be herself around him. No secrets, no lies.

It was only once the door closed that Hanzo spoke two simple words, “I’m sorry.”

This left the former spy confused, “Why?” She asked him, facial expression saying everything. “It’s not your fault. In fact, it’s my own, Hanzo. I was the one who chose to go there; I put myself in that situation.”

“Don’t do that.” Hanzo scolded her like a mother would do to her child, “Don’t blame yourself.”

“Then, don’t you blame yourself either.” She whispered, raising her hand to cup Hanzo’s face to bring his face closer to his own, close enough that they could feel the other's breath on their lips.

“I love you, Hanzo.” She admitted, eyes darting down to the hospital bed she was currently seated in.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Hanzo smiled, moving his face to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, not wanting to risk putting her in pain by kissing her lips.

It had been a tough month, but Y/N was finally discharged from the med bay as long as she didn’t do any strenuous activity. Hanzo had been there every step of the way, as had Genji. The two Shimada’s were there through everything, especially Hanzo. He never left her side, even now.

His hand was holding her own as the two walked through the Overwatch base, heading towards the cafeteria to get food, or so Y/N thought.

Hanzo, however, knew that there was going to be a welcome home party thrown by the others to make sure they knew that they didn’t mind her being a spy as well as congratulate her for getting through her treatment.

As they entered the cafeteria, Y/N noticed the sign that read ‘Welcome back, Y/N!” in bright Y/F/C handwriting that she recognised as Hana’s.

“Welcome back, Y/N.” Lena grinned from behind a table which held a cake reading the same as the banner.

“Awe guys,” Y/N smiled, blushing slightly, “you shouldn’t have.” She smiled gratefully; hand still enveloped in Hanzo’s who gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“And look at you two!” Hana cheered, being the first to notice the pairs' hands intertwined. “What a power couple.” She winked at the two, both blushing with Y/N blushing even more than before.

Music began to play as people gathered around, sitting on a bench as they all cheered and began talking while Hana poured drinks for each of the agents who were all smiling happily, glad that Y/N was safe.

After all the drinks were poured and everyone was seated, Hana raised her glass.

“To Y/N and Hanzo, the power couple!” She cheered.

“To Hanzo and Y/N!"

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Misery is the Drug in Your Veins 1

Dead Dove Mob/Yakuza AU

Hanzo has a problem threatening Shimada-gumi’s working relationship with Reaper’s organization: the altercation between his shit-for-brains men and Reaper’s kid’s bodyguard that ended with blood spilled. It’s his responsibility to smooth things over and offer an appropriate apology.

Over two years earlier, working deep undercover in Reyes’ family, Jack finds himself with his cover blown and his very life a balancing act on a tightrope.

Warnings: Serious Dead Dove, ncs, dubious/coerced consent, ncs drug use, violence (like people buried alive at night in woods in future or mentions of necklacing), abuse, objectification, ptsd, cptsd, fawning, no-one is objectively good, etc - also Hanzo & Genji being bros.

He should have taken the coat, not just the scarf, Jack thinks, observing the falling snowflakes, big and fluffy. Probably the first snow, too, all poetic and shit. He just needed some space to breathe and clear his mind, if only for a moment - hitching a ride with Amelie and Jesse on their morning trip to the shore seemed like a good idea then, not so much now.

To his left, Amelie speaks into her phone in angry spitfire French. Jack sighs and closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the wooden post. Should've taken the coat, he's too fucking cold. Cold enough to shiver.

"Will you die?" Jesse asks and Jack cracks one eye open. He can hear the sirens getting closer - he also feels the blood seeping through the fingers of the hands he keeps pressed to his side - and he's so fucking cold.

"I don't know," Jack answers sincerely, "but Gabe's gonna be angry with me, for sure..."

Jesse nods solemnly and puts his own hands on his - Christ, he's what, seven? The kid's seven, Jack needs to remind himself, and asking him if he's going to die now, and no child should do that ever, but he's just tired and fucking freezing.

It doesn't even hurt anymore and the sirens are getting away.

The car ride through the early winter landscape takes over an hour. The serpentine road leading up the mountain mansion is cleared of snow - and at this point, observing the scenery passing by the window, Hanzo is considering making a damn PowerPoint presentation. If it will save him from this kind of headache in the future, it will be worth it. Maybe he will even delegate the task to Genji. Speaking of whom, as the car turns around and rolls to a stop in front of the mansion, Genji is the first out with a cigarette in his hand.

Hanzo waits for Daichi to open his door.

The air is chilly but not enough for the snow to linger for more than a few days unless the temperature drops further. Hanzo would spend a moment to appreciate it under any other circumstances.

The angry European woman, underdressed for the weather, leans on the banister of the balcony and glares death at them. Another variable Hanzo’s unfamiliar with.

"Get back in the car."

Genji waves his cigarette.

"I just light..."

"The car, now."

Genji swears in a protest but complies. Good. Hanzo needed him to only show his face around, anyway, so it’s known he’s taking the situation with all the seriousness expected.

The woman above raises her chin and turns away from the banister, disappearing from his sight. He's expecting to meet her inside.

Hanzo walks past the first car, nodding to his people as he passes them. The hall is hot, and Hanzo entertains for a moment the notion Americans have absolutely no moderation in anything. He lets Daichi take his coat and leaves him behind in the vestibule, following one of the two guards deeper into the house. Up the stairs, the mercenary lets him into the day room connected to the balcony. Through the glass doors, he can see it's far more spacious than it appears from the outside.

The woman from earlier sits in a wicker chair, drinking something warm from a cup. The kid, dressed more appropriately in a sweater and a cap, plays with toy cars on the floor, pausing once in a while to talk at her - by the movement of the steam above the rim of the cup he can follow her answers.

Hanzo sits down on the couch.

When he was much younger, he believed in all the tall tales of honor, whole-heartedly even, before he had realized it was just a pretty word for bruised egos and petty vendettas of the vain. And as such, the vulgar display of power before him is merely that.

"Shimada," Reaper raises his glass minutely without offering. The whore, half-sitting on the floor with face leaning on his thigh, bound and gagged - thankfully covered with a thrown on yukata - either pretends not to notice the audience or is completely out of it. Hanzo fixates for a moment on a darker patch on Reaper's trousers, obviously wet with drool and gods know what else. He's even marginally curious if the whore's going to be one of those he has to arrange for a discrete cleanup after, one of the obligations of the agreement negotiated by his father, both the supply and the subsequent removal.

"I've become aware of an... incident involving some of my men. I want to extend my sincere apologies and assure you they will be disciplined appropriately."

"Will they?" Reaper sips his drink.

They certainly are already very sorry, is what Hanzo would want to say, since your minder sent all three of them running, and two, in the aftermath, to the urgent care. He settles for the appropriate prostration.

"I will personally ensure a situation like this won’t repeat."

"My property was put at risk."

The negotiation stage, at last. If such a thing ever came to be, Hanzo dearly hoped he himself would never refer to his own child, or their mother, as his property, though he harbors no such futile delusions where his own future is concerned.

"We will offer the customary tribute."

"I demand the full retribution."

"It was a grave mistake but it would be a far too drastic action to undertake."

"I don't think you understand the severity of the situation, Shimada," Reaper smiles and inclines forward, setting the glass between them on the table while his other hand pets the whore's hair. He leans back against the couch, pulling at the gripped between his fingers hair, forcing the whore to straighten frantically to follow his movement. One of those gags, Hanzo notes in the back of his mind, watching the man's throat as he seizes and tries to fight for his breath with his changing position. The cloth slips off his frame, revealing the stitches on his left side and the reddened flesh underneath.

It's the distinctive scars that make Hanzo realize he had read the situation wrong, right from the very start. Whatever Reaper sees in his face is enough for him to let go of the man's hair and allow him to fall back against his thigh with a small sound of distress.

Hanzo was never in a position to negotiate.

"I'll arrange for the place and the time."

"See that you do, Shimada."

Halfway down the mountain, Genji finally asks.

"So, what's it gonna be? Fingers?" Hanzo holds his hand out to him and Genji, sighing, gives him his flask. "What, their balls and dicks?"

When Hanzo drinks more before passing the flask back to him, Genji grimaces.

"They just pestered the chick and knifed the hired muscle, that's a bit much."

"Only he wasn't a hired muscle."

"What, some family?"

Hanzo looks out of the window.

"Genji, do you remember, when the old man sent us to pick up the kid from the airport?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"The junkie."

Standing outside of the terminal with the kid in his arms and a backpack, with a duffel bag full of money on the ground. Obviously lost and confused, suffering from withdrawal if one knew what to look for, and ready to bolt if anyone as much as tried to approach him - with months-old scars slashed across his face, and another one along the left side of his head, barely hidden under the hair.

And he would run if Hanzo didn't have the foresight to instruct his men to surround him; even made a panicked move before a strange resignation took him over and he quietly followed them to the car - not letting go of the kid even as he tore into the packet Hanzo provided him with and swallowed the pills dry, high as a kite already when they finally arrived at their destination and made the exchange, staying long enough to see him and the kid escorted to the mansion.

"Yeah, what about that one?" Genji flippantly takes a swig from the flask.

"It was him, and he's his woman."

"Shit." Genji meets his eyes, then continues in an unfamiliar display of sympathy. "I'll get everything ready, you just pass the word."

"Thank you." And Hanzo means it.

It's not the first time that Hanzo considers Genji would be a much better fit for the position, if not for his rambunctiousness, and some other quirks seen as weaknesses and not the strengths they were. Nevertheless, it was far more likely it would be Genji providing the heir, either by design or by accident, Hanzo idly thinks by the way of distraction from his current task, which is delivering a signed death warrant on his own men. They were foolish and young, their deaths superfluous, and yet...

The Chinese were good partners if one traded in lives - and Shimada-gumi partook in it - but drugs and firepower were a whole different matter altogether. The triads were unwilling to part with the total control, so if the man who provided the connections and his network wanted a blood tribute, he got the damn blood tribute. Too bad he never got to know what the old man paid for the deal they've inherited, but merely seeing him squirm over it was sure worth the price.

Hanzo sits on the couch just as the maid – Filipino, if he were to guess - finishes pouring the tea into what appears to be his designated cup out of the four on the table. The host is absent, as is the angry European woman; he can put the time it affords him to some use.

The indirect source of his headache is half-lying, half-sitting on the cushions on the floor. The kid, working on a picture, is sitting between the table and his legs. Hanzo observes for a moment, trying to look past the preconceptions and circumstances skewing his perception. The man is relaxed and definitely under the influence, be it painkillers or something else altogether, and except for the initial glance, he ignores Hanzo completely, staring off into space. Hardly frail, in a physical sense of the world. His physique is maintained. A wide bruise that wasn’t there before is circling his neck.

"I don't believe we were introduced," Hanzo clears his throat, extending his hand over the table. "Shimada Hanzo."

The man flicks his eyes at Hanzo's palm before returning to looking at an unspecified point in the air.

"...Jack."

But his lips were forming a different sound at the beginning before Jack apparently caught himself.

"I see," Hanzo puts his hand back on his thigh. "Can I ask you something, Jack?"

Jack shrugs noncommittally, with the accompaniment of subtle clinking.

"Thank you." Hanzo spares a glance to the kid busy adding copious amounts of red crayon to the picture. "This might be an inappropriate discussion for a child."

Jack shrugs again - there's the metallic sound once more - and answers without looking.

"I shot his mother in front of him."

That's... definitely, one way of saying it doesn't matter what's discussed. Hanzo purses his lips, mulling over how to proceed, when the kid puts the crayon back on the table and looks at him.

"Mom killed dad and wanted to kill Jack," the kid smiles and grabs the black crayon this time. Jack at first just stares at the boy, then Hanzo feels his surprised attention on himself as if, somehow, Jack had consciously noticed him only now, biting his lip in what could be apprehension or anxiety. Intriguing, how his focus wavers immediately, prompting Hanzo to continue with caution, to sustain it.

"Can you tell me, Jack, how you got the scars on your face?"

Jack mulls the question over.

"Glass. It was... a window, and the bomb went off..." His voice trails off. Fair enough. The cuts must've been clean and deep, missing both of his eyes by a close margin.

"Jack." The man's wandering gaze snaps back to Hanzo at hearing his name, again. "And the burn on your neck?"

"...gun." Jack doesn't elaborate on it. Hanzo keeps the momentum up and does not push for the information that is not provided freely.

"The scars on the chest, Jack?" As soon as Jack parses the question, the additional nervousness builds up in his shoulders. The metallic clinking is back. He answers with a barely perceptible stutter.

"...Afghanistan."

Either military or mercenary, might be both. Running convoys, possibly; maybe this is the connection Hanzo's looking for to sate his personal curiosity, but the further line of questioning is best saved for later.

"Jack," Hanzo calls the man's wandering attention back to himself, again. "And the scar on the left side of your head, Jack?"

Jack freezes for a moment before both of his hands fly up to cover his hair there - handcuffed and used to it, judging by the flawless coordination - the reddened skin around the wrists has an oily wet shine to it.

"No, it's not visible, Jack," Hanzo finds himself trying to placate him with his open palms showing and reaching over the table. The unexpected manner of an animal gulping air and ready to lash out reminds him of all the times he had to talk Genji down from whatever bad high he'd been on. "I've seen it before. Before. There's nothing to see now, Jack. Nothing."

The change is gradual. Jack's expression settles back into an impassive mask as his hands slowly return to their previous position. Hanzo lets the matter rest, sparing a glance at the kid unperturbed by the incident and happy to be left alone working on his picture.

"I failed to blow my brains out," Jack delivers in a flat voice bereft of any inflection. There's something disturbingly familiar in his words and eyes Hanzo cannot pin down, not now at least, but the impression of the fact that he had seen it somewhere before remains. Puzzle pieces to be assembled together later - if he finds enough of the missing parts to create the image or at least the idea of the image.

"That's all that I wanted to ask, Jack," Hanzo focuses on the cup he reaches for, still feeling the uncomfortable stare of blue eyes bore into him.

Over time, he grew accustomed to the western idea of what tea is - made with much too hot water and too many leaves - and marinated. The one in the cup has a lovely red coloring and smells deeply of tannin. The taste is tart and bitter, with a smidge of sweet fermentation. From the corner of his eye, Hanzo can still see Jack observing him with unnerving intensity. He tries to remain unbothered by it while sipping his tea, idly noting it would be acceptable as a sweetened drink when watered down.

The uncomfortable moment lasts until Jack shifts his whole posture, best described as a scramble to prop himself up on his hands - the reason obvious when the host enters Hanzo's field of vision - the whole of it a ridiculous approximation of a pet reacting to its beloved owner.

As ridiculous as Hanzo's own refusal to refer to the man as 'Reaper' in the confines of his own mind, but the fact some of his people took to calling him 'Shinigami' is even more preposterous, and he will take no part in this absurd game unless otherwise required. And, even being in a position of a supplicant - again - he will not vie for the attention that at the same time he is owed as a guest. The whole situation leaves Hanzo with a substantial quandary to navigate while he goes through the mental list of all the interdependencies. Not for the first time, he's more than curious what the old man had offered his current host in the introductory package - but definitely not the mansion itself. Hanzo had discreetly investigated all the details of the acquisition of the property and nothing came up, except for the fact that it had been allowed to be bought out by a foreigner. If he were to hazard a cautious guess, it almost looked like a cozy retirement plan.

Hanzo sips on his tea, watching the interaction before him play out: at the same time put off and fascinated by it. Jack strains, the corner of his lips Hanzo can see from his vantage point twitches. The position he put himself in must be forcing pressure on the stitches that punches through whatever pain medication - or anything else - he's on. The host takes ahold of his jaw - definitely not a gentle grip but probably not bruising - and pulls him up even higher, enough that Jack now has to brace his palms on the table to keep balance and minimize the strain on his side. Hanzo has the unsettling notion he's being privy to something far too intimate to be displayed during what is basically a business meeting. While he does understand the difference in the sensibilities, this is too much, with how Jack keeps his eyes trained on the man. As soon as the so-far hidden from the view pipette is raised, he opens his mouth obediently.

Hanzo counts three drops, a pause, and then the fourth one like an afterthought. Free from the grip, Jack remains at attention until the host pats his cheek in dismissal. At this, he eases off slowly, sinking down until he rests his forearms on the edge of the table and reaches for his teacup, downing it in a fashion that makes it clear he's trying to get rid of a displeasing taste in his mouth. All things aside, on its own, it is an impressive maneuver to be pulled off while being impaired both by the cuffs and the sustained injury, not to mention the medication. Hanzo makes a note of it, moving Jack up several rungs in his personal risk assessment. He's dangerous, maybe on par with the angry woman, who, at the moment, seems to be absent from the meeting.

"Don't worry about your little earlier chat, Shimada."

Ah. Hanzo had been caught snooping for information, not that he really counted on it to go unnoticed. The question, how much his host, now sitting in front of him, cares about this perceived invasion of privacy.

"He won't remember it."

Apparently, not as much as Hanzo would expect, but another possibility opens: a warning that Jack won't recognize him as an ally down the line. He might be overthinking it. Probably is, and, feeling the warning bells of borderline paranoia, Hanzo glances at Jack now reclining back on the pillows with his eyes half-closed.

The kid remains unbothered by it all, focused fully on his artwork.

"I understand," Hanzo begins, reaching into his front pocket for a card he places face down on the table - keeping his fingers on the laminated paper. "Regarding our previous discussion..." He slides the card towards the host. "I hope the time and the place are acceptable."

The man observes him with the most irritating smirk on his face, barely noticeable but definitely there. It's his frayed nerves, Hanzo decides when the host finally leans forward and he pulls his hand away from the piece of paper, straightening his posture. Only, the man picks up his cup.

"I'm sure there will be no scheduling conflicts for this event."

'Event'. Hanzo will murder his own people in cold blood. Idiots of mythological proportions, true, but still his people. Business oiled with blood, like any other. The loud clack of a crayon put down with force on the table startles him - Hanzo hopes his face doesn't show it. The kid gets up and steps over Jack's legs, going for the cupboards on the other side of the room.

"Did you finish your classes?" The host asks, not breaking the eye contact.

"In the morning," the kid answers as he retrieves what looks to be a handheld game from the drawer before making his way back to the table.

"Okay then." The host smiles, almost fondly. Nodding at that. "Children," he adds as a means of the explanation that's unneeded. "Now, where were we?"

"I believe this was all, unless..." The man sets the cup back - untouched - and rises from the couch. Hanzo mimics him, struck by the sheer rudeness of it: another garish display of the imbalance between them and their respective organizations. At least, until there's a hand extended towards him over the table. He takes it. The grip is firm and does not ease, making it uncomfortable as silent seconds pass.

"Gabriel. I'm looking forward to our continued partnership."

They'd never been formally introduced before. Hanzo feels the balance shift imperceptibly with the name slotting into the appropriate spaces in his mind.

"Hanzo."

"See that it doesn't end too soon," Gabriel releases his hand with finality. Hanzo nods, feeling like he has just, how the western saying goes, sold his soul to the devil.

"I will definitely keep it under consideration."

"Good."

Gabriel sits back down and Hanzo more than feels it's his cue to leave. He turns, with one last glance to the kid: he has managed to place himself between Jack's arms, with his back leaning against the man's chest. If not for the cuffs around the wrists laying across his lap, it would appear as nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it wasn't, really, with how the kid was now engrossed in his game like everything was in perfect order.

Hanzo spends the ride back ruminating on the meeting.

The puzzle pieces do not want to fit together - he gets two or three to connect but not more - different bits of information suspended in the void of unknowns. When Daichi opens his door, one memory strikes him randomly. Hanzo sends him away with the wave of his hand.

Still sitting in the car, he takes one cigarette out of the case and lights it.

Hanzo doesn't smoke. It's rather a sympathetic nervous habit he had picked up from Genji: holding a burning cigarette between his fingers and the disagreeable smell help him focus and calm. He has been right. He knew the expression, or rather the lack of it, that Jack wore on his face when asked about the scar. He had seen it before, had heard the same flat voice, all from some of the used merchandise, the ones that were broken in, or just simply broken.

Two and a half years ago.

He wakes slowly, with pain lacing through his body at every minute motion. Tries to sort his memories out, what was real and what has never happened.

The room is oddly familiar. The slid shut curtains remind him of something disturbing.

It's probably morning.

Over the hum in his head, he can hear someone moving downstairs.

He works the courage up to shift and sit - then stand on unsteady legs - his tongue feels swollen and sticks to the roof of his mouth. It makes sense for it to be morning, somehow.

The first door he tries is the bathroom. The light comes on by itself - he barely registers moving before he's gripping the sink with both hands and drinks straight from the tap. When he finally looks up, there's a baggie stuck with yellow tape to the mirror's surface.

He rips it off and stills, staring. His reflection is a sorry sight - but it's not right - the bruises and scrapes are healing, his lips are scabbed. It's days, not hours. Tentatively, he reaches to his cheek and winces at the sharp pain.

But it's not right, not when his wrists are rubbed raw fresh and stinging - and there's nothing in the air but the smell of gasoline - and if Gabriel comes any closer, his hair will catch on fire too...

He flinches away from the mirror and the specter lurking in the reflection. But Gabriel is still standing in the doorway. Blocking his way out.

He knows.

Gabriel knows.

The fragments of the last few - two? three? - days come together into a mismatched tapestry of metal, gunpowder, and gasoline. He tastes blood and breathes in the sand. The edge of the sink digs into his back as Gabriel steps closer and crowds his space, hand reaching to his palm and freeing the still-gripped in it plastic bag.

With his fingers, Gabriel forces the pills past his lips; a drop of blood trickles down his chin from an open again split lip.

But he's only interested in finding what hides behind those eyes that observe him with the knowing superiority: what’s the verdict?

One phone call, he needs but one call, and 'Jack' will be wiped from existence, and he will be safe and away from all this.

Away and safe to lick his wounds. He’s good at that.

"Swallow." The command comes with a pressure to his jaw and a palm covering his mouth - he does. "Good doggie. Wash up, change, and come downstairs. Dinner's ready soon."

Gabriel lets go of him and leaves.

'Jack' needs to die.

He spares the last long look for his own reflection and wipes the blood off his face with one of the pristine towels hanging by the side. He throws it to the ground.

Hot water in the shower stings and hurts, but his lips and fingertips tingle with numbness. The steam makes it hard to breathe; the towel still comes away tinged pink with a few darker spots scattered around, stark in the contrast to the glaring white. There's still some grime under his nails he can't get to; he's not sure he cares, not now.

Opiates, this time, with something extra mixed in, he realizes when he overshoots with his hand at first try while reaching for the change of clothes lying on the bed. The loose sweatpants and the long-sleeved shirt, both in spruce - is spruce even a color? - hang off his frame. It's... a first. He remembers losing some weight, but this is ridiculous, as is the thought they're probably a set of pajamas. He chuckles and covers his mouth immediately, surprised at the sound.

He needs time and a place to lick his wounds and process before he crashes. He needs time away from 'Jack'.

He knows his way around the house as well as he knows someone outside will put a bullet in the back of his head if he runs.

He needs 'Jack' to die.

He steps barefooted off the carpeted stairs onto chill parquet.

On the chest of drawers by the wall lie his keys, gun, wallet, and the phone - the screen is cracked but as long as the other sim card is in it should dial the right number and 'Jack' will die either way. He almost picks up the phone and the gun but thinks better of it.

He's got a straight line to the outside. Baby steps. Just be quiet. He recognizes the jacket hanging on the coat rack, it's his own - looks back to the gun.

The sound of metal hitting on glass is too loud, almost like it's supposed to catch his attention.

"Oh, you're up! Just in time, too." Chipper and pleasantly surprised. He blinks and winces at the voice, turning to his right. She's there, in shades of pink, holding some spatula or some other implement. "Sit down, I'm just finishing up," Angela continues with a smile.

She can't not know. There's no fucking way she doesn't know at least that one thing. She shouldn't be smiling at him.

"...I don't want... to intrude."

"Don't be silly, Jack, I'm happy to have you. I tried something new tonight. I hope you like lamb in mint and black beans."

The table is set for four people. Jesse sits in his chair, elbows propped next to his plate, his cup of juice half-emptied already. Gabriel's not here. He can't decide if that's good or not.

Cautiously, he walks to the closest chair and sits with his back to the corridor.

Closest to the exit.

Angela busies herself with the pots. Jesse observes him with the fervent disinterest only children are capable of. He tries to smile; Jesse's not impressed and kicks the table.

"You must be hungry." It's bad. He had missed her moving.

Angela puts the meat on his plate first. It smells sweet. He is hungry - he must be hungry with how his breathing speeds up and shallows - or maybe he has just noticed it? She comes back with the beans; they're really, honestly, just black in black, and he laughs and chokes on it.

He wipes his lips with his wrist, barely noticing the blood.

The hand on his shoulder is not hers even if she's back again by his side, closer than before. Fingers move to his throat, a thumb rubs hard circles into the back of his head. She sees it, doesn't she? She has to.

"You'll be eating with us more often, won't you?" Angela coos, leaning in. She pets his hair and kisses his cheek. "You're family, after all. Well," she straightens and claps her hands. "Everybody, dig in. Dinner's served."

The hand on his neck lets go with one last shove - and only then he feels he's able to take a shallow breath. He focuses on the plate; the fork held between his fingers wavers. The beans glisten and he's pretty sure they are not moving, even if he would swear they do. He pierces one with the fork and brings it to his lips; somehow, it tastes numb. He almost recoils at the sudden pain when his tongue presses it against the roof of his mouth - and after a short pause, he moves the bite to the side of his mouth before swallowing.

That's... he remembers. That has happened.

He keeps his head low, forcing himself not to look anywhere but his plate, carefully gathering what is probably meat on the fork that hits the glass with too much force more than once.

He blinks.

The meat is on the fork.

The light is different.

The sickly sweet smell brings up bile in his throat. He lets go of the fork. The sound it makes when it falls is louder than a gunshot. He almost trips to the side together with the chair when scrambling to stand up, one hand pressed to his mouth.

"I need a smoke." Stained and high-pitched. It's not his voice.

He backs into the corridor until there's a wall behind him he can lean on. His breath comes in short wheezing gusts through the gaps between his fingers.

Little late to start panicking.

"Take the jacket. It's cold."

He turns to the left. The jacket.

He vaguely remembers he had a pack of cigarettes in there, one he only started on. He slides along the wall and tries - fumbles at it the first time; it feels too heavy - to pry the jacket off the hanger – stumbles to the door - forgets for a second it opens outward and pulls first.

The chill in the air hits him as he steps out to the porch. It's dark out. Shivering, he manages to slip the jacket on his shoulders and pats the pockets before he finds the cigarettes.

There are two SUVs with tinted windows parked in the front. He knows there are people in them.

He can't run.

The first cigarette is broken - he lets it fall next to his bare feet. The next, too. The third, too; he breaks off the dangling part and puts it between his lips.

He lights it off the offered light, noticing only after the fact Slim is standing next to him. And Slim is not slim, it's hilarious.

He drags on the cigarette. The smoke feels like nothing and burns the roof of his mouth, but quells nausea. Vertigo comes as he closes his eyes; a hand under his elbow keeps him stable for that fleeting moment.

His mind is clearer. Somehow.

He should be dead. He isn't. His cover is blown, and he has nothing. He's compromised. He throws the butt to the ground and takes out another cigarette. Slim lights that one for him, too.

Maybe, just maybe, he can go.

Walk past the parked cars with no one stopping him. Hitch a ride to the nearest gas station. Make a call and wait for someone to come and pick him up. With nothing of substance to show for the months spent.

Pathetic.

Run away with his life.

But...

No one else but him got this close. It almost feels like he's... being allowed to stay. Like they know - Gabriel knows - it isn't about him. The game's far bigger.

He can do it. 'Jack' can stay for a while longer.

He can do it. He still needs to make the call.

Jack takes the last drag on the broken cigarette and then tosses it away. He's still shivering. The hand leaves his elbow; Slim is still not slim, it's still hilarious, and Jack bites back a chuckle that sounds wrong even to his own ears.

"How's...?" Slim asks, almost like a concern.

Jack shrugs. Feeling the gaps in the wood with his soles, he takes a small step forward and breathes in the air.

He can stay a while longer. Jack is here to stay.

He turns around and sizes the door leading back into the lion's den. The click of the lock has a finality to it.

The only light in the corridor pours in from the kitchen. The familiar vertigo is back. Foot after foot, slow and careful, the thrum of blood rising in his ears, Jack makes his way to his phone left haphazardly in the open.

"What are you doing?"

He freezes with his fingertips trembling just above the cracked screen. Gabriel is behind him.

"I... need to make a call."

"You can do that tomorrow." Jack flinches when a clip of notes lands next to his palm. He flinches again when the jacket slips off his shoulders and falls to the floor. "You'll need a new phone, anyway."

"I really..."

The hand on his wrist pushes his arm down; Jack offers no resistance, his breath catching in his throat.

"Good doggie."

Fingers move over his shoulder and then knuckles brush against the hair on the nape of his neck. The touch follows the bumps of his spine - stops just below the shoulder blades with commanding pressure. He climbs the first step of the staircase. His grip on the handrail spasms. It was stupid, to expect the lion to lie meek in its own den.

Jack doesn't fight the hand at his back - doesn't fight it even as it pushes him later down under and keeps him at the bottom of the bathtub. In the morning, Angela fuses over him with the concealer. When she's satisfied with her handiwork, she drags him to stand in front of the mirror.

"See? It's all better now."

#sometimes i write #r76 #reaper76 #mob!au #dead dove #misery is the drug in your veins

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whitherliliesbloom · 4 years ago

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Illya of the Twilight Sakura - Shijin au

Headcanons for this new au under the cut ;w;

Set in a feudal japanese esque period, Doma was split into four very different feuding clans, one representing each of the cardinal directions and elements. Each clan owned a set amount of their own territories, had their owl ideals and beliefs and lived in relative peace with one another.

However, every seven years, a bloody war would break out among the four clans over no man’s land - a plot of land that laid right in the center of the four clans. The clan that emerged victorious would win ownership of that land, and also full control over who they could appoint into the government.

This au doesn’t just pertain to samurai! Each clan has their own set of specialties. Samurai, shinobi, archers, medics etc are all present in this au.

The four clans:

West: The strongest and largest of the four clans, and also the one that is favored the most by the curre . They are known for their sheer numbers and preference for using brute force and pure strength to win battles. Conscription into their elite forces is mandatory for a select number of capable fighters, and their method of training is known to be strict and harsh. They have been in possession of no man’s land for the past three feuds, and wish to continue to do so in order to keep their position of power and expand on their building project catered towards the noble and rich.

South: The second largest clan. What they lacked in brute force and durable fighters, they more then made up for in their wit and intellect. They specialize in strategy, superior war tactics and their incredible resourcefulness. They also regularly engage in negotiations with the other clans when necessary, and aren’t above forming temporary alliances. The southern clan wishes to attain no man’s land in order to build schools and facilities for the purpose of education and research.

North: A clan that specializes in stealth, foul play and manipulation. They may not be quite as aggressive or brutish as those who come from the west, but they are just as much of a threat and danger - if not more so. It’s often hard to tell what the Northern clan is up to, as they prefer solving their problems with roundabout solutions that more often than not can result in collateral. Rumor has it that they don’t even have a set plan for no man’s land if they do win it, they’re simply engaged in the feud for the conflict and potential power over the west.

East: The smallest of the four clans, and also often considered the weakest, as they are the newest to be formed and have only just begun building up an elite force strong enough to be considered a threat to the others in recent years. They often accept refugees not just from foreign lands, but also people from the other clans who have been banished for whatever reason. This clan places great importance on fidelity and being morally upstanding. As such, they have no forms of conscription. Their elite force is simply made of volunteers who truly wished to fight for what they believe to be right. Should they obtain no man’s land, they plan on building hospitals and residences for the most impoverished of the people.

ILLYA’S HEADCANONS:

Illya is the daughter of Lachlan, a former member of the West clan who fled and married Cocona, a farmer’s daughter who lived on the dangerous outskirts of the Northern clan. Together with a few others, Lachlan went on to be one of the founders of the newly formed Eastern clan. As their forces were still incredibly small and weak, they were trampled upon the other three clans (especially by the west) for the first five wars they’d participated in.

Now aged and growing too weak to be an asset in battle, he hands the mantle over to his only daughter, an 18 year old girl who has trained as a samurai since a tender age for the purpose of fighting in this very battle.

Illya’s title is “Sakura of Twilight” or “Illya of the Twilight Sakura”, named after the way her katana would glow in the night and the way she could summon sakura petals as she fights.

In this au, her normally high pitched and soft voice is a lot deeper with a mature tone. She also speaks with far more confidence. I’ll probably make a video just dedicated to her voice another time.

In general, Illya is a little less jittery and anxious than she is in canon, and holds herself with an air of elegance and maturity.

This however, is only a pretense, due to her upbringing and training as a samurai and eventually to be one of the leaders of the Eastern clan. At heart, she is still socially awkward and nervous around strangers. If you fluster her, her normal, high pitched speaking voice will slip out.

She almost always wears a mask, due to the way people often pointed out how soft and gentle her face looked as she grew up, so much that nobody would ever take her seriously as a samurai. In the above images, she’s wearing a fox mask but only because there aren’t any mods for what I envisioned. In the actual au, Illya wears a black mask with an oni face in order to appear more threatening in battle.

Illya has a drastic class change from her canon to this au. While she’s still capable of some basic first aid, she’s far from a dedicated chirurgeon or the little goddess of healing she is in canon in this au.

Her dream was to be a physician, however her sense of obligation to become a samurai much like her father and to fight has pulled her away from that dream.

Other headcanons:

As your designated clan is usually decided by birth / your parent’s clan, it’s not uncommon to have deserters or traitors from each and every clan. Lachlan for example left the Western clan due to his disagreeing with their fundamental goals.. while many people from the other clans would often leave and join the Western clan due to their power and wealth. There are also many people who would feel forced to remain in their clan, but are fighting unwillingly. Some others end up being spies, or even not siding with any clan at all secretly.

Alphinaud is a member of the South clan, acting as one of the youngest members of their elite force as both a strategist and negotiator. He wishes to form an alliance with the Eastern clan, but the higher ups within his clan sees no benefit in siding with the smallest of the four clans.

Laurelis ( @ancientechos ) is a member of the Eastern clan, acting as a guard and healer when needed. She often takes in animals and refugees that come running in their territory, convincing them to join with her persuasive and optimistic demeanor. She truly believes everyone should have a home and thinks that their clan may as well be it for those who have no where else to go. And if in the end they decide to go out on their own anyway, she’ll still help them regardless. Any other headcanons will be posted by Jam in the future.

There’s rumors of there being a civil disagreement within the Nothern clan. Despite being known for their scheming and manipulative ways, there are a select few in the Northern clan with genuinely kind intentions. The reputation of the North makes it hard to tell who is being sincere or who is simply pretending to be sincere, however. One such example is Thancred.

There are no dedicated mages or sorcerers for battle in this au, but there is a small amount of magic, or at least supernatural abilities involved sometimes with fights. Like summoning bursts of flames from an arrow / cloning skills used by shinobi / summoning a dragon temporarily genji style etc. Oracles, fortune tellers and the like may exist. Up for interpretation =)

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #illya skawi #lalafell #gpose #mine #headcanons #shijin au #YOU GUYS ASKED FOR THIS #HOPE YOU LIKE THIS HORRIBLE NEW AU THAT I BET NOBODY WOULD BE INTERESTED IN AFTER ALL HAHAHAHAHAHA

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mxvladdy · 4 years ago

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Single Dads- Overwatch Prt.1 Headcannons

Jesse McCree

His two little girls have him wrapped around their fingers. Jesse can be seen on base entertaining his twins with games, tea parties, and piggyback rides. They both inherited their father's love of western flair and aesthetic much to his delight. Yes, they all have matching boots for special occasions. Their favorite thing to play with when Jesse is away is their play-dough sets and easy bake oven (with supervision from grandpa Rein). When they are old enough to cook with him though he has so many ideas of what to teach them. Grandma’s recipes won’t die out with him.

When Jesse gets back from a long mission all he wants is to cuddle up, it warms his heart when they snuggle up during their favorite Disney movie and nod off. Over the years he has let his hair grow longer than he normally liked just so his girls could play with it (Instead of touching their own. He had a heart attack when the girls had found his electric razor. Aunty Olivia had a field day fixing that mess)

He likes to take them to the gun range when he has time to practice, making sure they have proper safety gear. Don’t need to turn out like their daddy, deaf in one ear, and ringing in the other. He hopes that they will never have to raise a weapon of their own but knows with his line of work and who he is it’s a possibility. If they want to learn how to hold a gun he is probably going to beg Ana to teach them. He doesn’t want them in close combat, that’s an absolute nope.

Hanzo Shimada

Whenever he sees his son his face splits into the most brilliant smile. His infant son squirms in Ana’s arms, trying to get to his dad as he steps off the dropship. Chubby baby arms wave excitedly, impatient to be back in his father's embrace. As he grows he turns into a very giggly and chatty baby who babbles to anyone in a mix of English, Japanese, and Tibetan (thanks to Genji and Zenyatta babysitting). Hanzo adores his son and strives to be a better father than his ever was to him. He’s strict, but never overbearing.

He loves to read to his son whatever he can find, though his favorite is Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see? Which he reads in English and Japanese till his little one is asleep. When his son can’t sleep he will read it over and over again while his dragons rocking him to sleep.

He encourages his son’s interests whatever they may be at the time. He has saved up a lot of money from mercenary work and what he could take before he fled his home. So he can spend all the money he needs to help fuel his son’s interest.

He regrets that he hadn’t taken more family heirlooms to pass down to his son. Genji often jokes about a bonding trip when his son is older and trained to the old estate. A right of passage taking back what was rightfully theirs. It is a tempting idea… But even without the family trinkets, he will pass down Storm bow, whether his son uses it or not he doesn’t care. The biggest inheritance will be his dragon when the time comes.

Genji Shimada His eldest child is a spitfire, very much like he was in his youth. Thankfully, he tempers it much better than his parents ever did, finding an equal balance between friend and father. He respects her boundaries and she respects his wishes. Whenever she is feeling down she always finds little origami figures all over her room just like when she was little. Really into textiles and engineering. While never admitting it to her father but she one day wants to design him a better, slicker, and lighter body. One as close to flesh as possible. Till then she flourishes with Gabe learning how to sew and make patterns. The holidays are always filled with new custom clothes for the Overwatch members. She is found in the frequent company of Zenyatta. She wants to travel with him one day, to gather inspiration for her fashion and to see what her father saw to make him into the man he is today.

His younger son though is very much like Hanzo when they were little. Reserved and resourceful he spends most of his time with Winston learning what he could from the scientist before dinner. Genji isn’t dull by any sense of the word but the stuff his boy was interested in was just over his head. Has a service dog named Totoro that is always there for him when things get too overwhelming. When things get too much or he is tired Genji loves that his son comes to him for help and advice. To him this is the ultimate show of trust, he wished he could have done this with his father. Normally they just meditate and talk. Other times they go find Satya, who his son loves to talk to.

Christmas and birthdays were always a fun challenge to find things that would keep him stimulated. Last year the highlight had been his very own personal telescope. Courtesy of the science department of Overwatch.

Gabriel Reyes (Pre-fall and After)

His princesa is his world. His crew likes to tease him about his phone usage. 99% of the time he is in the barracks he is glued to it, face-timing his daughter. During the original Overwatch years, his mother and grandmother raised her while he was on tour. It kills him looking back on how he had watched his daughter grow from the scene of his phone. But at the time he believed it was for the best. Now- now he would give anything to be the one to teach her how to walk, her first words, prom, and graduation.

The few times he could visit were glorious. Lots of home cooked meals made together and gifts from the places he had been around the world. Jack and Ana would drop by sometimes as well bringing with them stories and her father’s escapades and foolishness. As his daughter grew she picked up a passion for music and would send sound clips of her music lessons and compositions to him. No one was safe from him showing it off. After the fall and his resurrection, he stayed clear of her, keeping the pictures and recordings saved close to him at all times. Though the holidays are a hard time for him to stay away. Every year her family Christmas tree has a few more presents under it then she bought.

She knows he’s still around and is determined to find a way to bring her father back.

Jack Morrison

Twins are a handful. One he thought he was ready for. I mean, he was able to keep Lena and McCree inline (mostly -but not really). He is a nervous dad at first. Overly prepared, he read every book and online forum. But, self-doubt is a hell of a drug. He gets better over time and the motto of “fake it till ya make it” 100% applies to him.

As Strike-Commander he is in his office a lot. When the twins were newborns, he moved his work to his condo. As they got older he returned to his office and set up an area for the kids. When he is in conference calls it’s always funny to see the toddlers get into frame, or try to get his attention. His office is littered with scribbles and paintings the two did in daycare or while playing with Ana and Reinhardt.

The two have their dad whipped. He won’t admit it but he is wrapped around their fingers. It’s not that he showers them in gifts or lets them make trouble all the time. But he does turn a blind eye to the little things. Missing cookies, a little stain on his chair after he told them no food in his office. Ok, maybe one more scoop of ice cream, but promise me you’ll eat dinner alright? Most nights he can’t read them to sleep. It hurts, but they adjust. He does tuck them in and turns on some read-alongs for them before heading back into the office. The twins are out within minutes blessedly.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin

Twin girls, and he is on top of it. Ultimate chill dad. He gets it. Life is rough, and he is so proud that his girls feel safe coming to him for help. He teaches them how to handle their problems with words not violence. Papa and uncle Mako will take care of it.

Neither girls are interested in medicine, which hurts a little but it’s not his life and he’s proud regardless. He is great with letting them explore their dreams. The eldest follows Bridgette wanting to learn about armor and the youngest (much to his fear) really likes Fawkes and his innate skill with explosives. Praise the gods Athena kept a close eye one them when he had something to show her.

Both are close with Genji’s kids in age. It’s nice for them to have friends that aren’t a bunch of old soldiers. They all like to hang-out on the roof of the base to destress after a day of school or side projects. When the four are together there is a 90% chance the evening will end with a few more grey hairs on the father’s heads.

Cooking is a big part of their family ritual. Baptiste grew up rough and underfeed so there is no way he will ever let his girls feel the same way. He teaches them what few Haitian recipes he knows from heart. Then sometimes they will watch videos and read recipes online of other peoples to try and add to their own books. His paranoia gets the best of him sometimes and he teaches them basic survival skills. They appreciate it and understand his fears. He is open with them about his past and is unashamed to admit his faults.

#overwatch headcanons #Overwatch #fluff #because I can

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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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Glory of the Moon

A/N: This is split into four separate parts, and it’s also really long so uh yeah, sorry if the characters act ooc, I’m still trying to figure out who I want to write most of them, and I haven’t done character studies with any of the characters (minus solider:76) so sorry y’all.

This is also a GN reader for all the people that like GN readers, so any pronouns can go for the role of (Y/N) ;), have fun~

This is kind of my own idea, featuring Poly!Mchanzo but Mcree and (Y/N) are werewolves.

Summary: As the recall has been issued, new recruits start to flood into overwatch due to recommendations, from old and new allies. However, the newest recruit seems to have an interest in Hanzo, much to Jesse’s dislike.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

“So, what do you think of the new recruit?” Was the first thing that came to Jesse’s ears that morning.

Jesse shrugged.

“Haven’t met ‘em yet.”

“Well, from what Lena tells me, his name is Dallas, and...he’s a werewolf.”

Now that caught Jesse’s attention.

“Another one? Damn, might as well make half of the base off limits during the full moon.”

“Bah! The only thing you and I do according to Hanzo is bother him with belly rubs.”

Jesse snickered.

“Speakin’ of Han, where is he?”

(Y/N) shrugged.

“Not sure, he said he wanted to go and train before people started filling it,” (Y/N) replied. “He says he doesn’t like it when he keeps people waiting.”

A pause.

“Liar.”

“Fine, he said that he doesn’t want Genji to come into the training ground and challenge him to a fight in the middle of the day.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“If you tell him that I told you that he’ll smother me with a pillow.”

“I...Ima tell him.”

“Jesse-mf-Mcree, you better not-”

──•~❉+❉~•──

“Well ain’t he a sight.” Jesse muttered, as (Y/N), and him had come to the training grounds, seeing the new recruit.

(Y/N) could tell he was new, he didn’t have a uniform.

This man was dressed in black jeans, ripped jeans of course, (Y/N) smiled.

This man was young, maybe getting into his late 30’s, and with his white t-shirt and his black jacket, he knew this man at least had a fashion sense.

(Y/N) heard tapping of feet fill the air, and based on how fast they moved they knew automatically who it was.

“Heya Han, how you doin’?” Jesse said, beating (Y/N) to greeting the smaller man.

“Well, I was training, but the new recruit came and people filed in.”

“Ah! My friends!” Reinhart’s booming voice yelled. “Come meet the new recruit!”

“Speak of the devil.” Jesse muttered as the crowd parted.

(Y/N) crossed their arms and raised an eyebrow as the man walked over.

And Jesse extended a glance to (Y/N) as the man came into range.

This man was definitely a werewolf.

He practically wreaked of it.

However, (Y/N) couldn’t pinpoint what pack he was from, because he didn’t smell like an omega.

The man grinned at (Y/N).

“Alpha (Y/N)? Is that really you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “In the flesh, and you are?”

“Dallas! Dallas Starmonger! I’m from the western pack in Oregon!” He beamed. “It's an honor to speak to you!”

(Y/N) grinned.

“The western pack? Ain’t y’all-” Jesse began.

“And who is this?” Dallas asked, gesturing to Hanzo.

Hanzo paused.

“Oh, Hanzo Shimada, at your service.”

Dallas watched as the man extended the hand.

“No, the pleasure is all mine.”

And (Y/N) had to stop Mcree from storming over when the man kissed Hanzo’s hand.

Hanzo blinked as Dallas walked by, clicking his teeth and entering the base.

“What the ‘ell was that!” Jesse cried.

“A proper greeting?”

“He kissed yer hand, Han.”

“You do realize that is a form of greeting, Mcree?”

“But-”

(Y/N) shook their head.

“(Y/N), help me out ‘ere!”

“No. I’m gonna go train with Zarya and Mei, see ya.”

“But-but darlin’-!”

“Bye Jesse! Go talk to Dallas or somethin’!”

Hanzo snickered as Jesse crossed his arms and pouted.

“Are you jealous Jesse?”

“No.”

“Jesse, calm yourself, this man is a werewolf, if I am correct, your scent, as well as (Y/N)’s lingers on me, he’ll know to keep away.”

Jesse still pouted as Hanzo gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked into the hall, and turned to go towards the cafeteria.

He stood there for a bit.

Maybe he was just being paranoid.

──•~❉+❉~•──

“He still hasn’t said hello to me.” Jesse huffed.

(Y/N) shook their head.

“Jesse, he probably didn’t see you.”

“Didn’t see my ass, he looked right at me!” Jesse paused. “Somethin’ about this guy doesn’t feel right.” Another pause. “Jeez, if I had a dollar for everytime I caught that man staring at Han, I’d pay off my own goddamn bounty.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “C’mon Jesse, you and I said that about Hanzo, and now look where we are, we’re all dating.”

“Tsk.” Jesse muttered, rounding the corner.

“And besides, Hanzo is the most observant out of us, if he knows something is up, he’ll know it before we do.”

“I just, I don’t-”

Jesse came to a halt, spying Hanzo and Dallas down the hall.

Hanzo was leaning against a wall, with Dallas hovering over him, the two engaged in casual chatter.

Jesse gestured to the two.

“See?”

“Jesse, be polite.”

“I am being polite!”

“Ah, (Y/N), and...Joel..?” Dallas began as the two walked over.

“It’s Jesse.” Jesse hissed.

“Ah, Jesse right,” Dallas corrected. “So, you three are the only werewolves here?”

Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “Three?”

“Hanzo ain’t a werewolf,” Jesse muttered, and (Y/N) narrowed their gaze at him, noticing the slight attitude in his tone.

(Y/N) huffed at Jesse who narrowed his gaze even further.

“Ah, he’s a human then?”

“Yep.”

“Hm.” Dallas said. “That’s a good thing to know.”

“And why’s that?”

“Jesse, calm-”

“No no, it's fine,” Dallas said, scratching the back of his neck. “I heard that the new recruits get paired to spar against the older recruits, so I just wanted to know so I can go easy on him-”

“You do not have to go easy on me. I can handle it.” Hanzo replied.

Dallas then grinned.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Nice, well, see you guys around, Mrs.Amari still has to show me around!”

As the man ran off, (Y/N) immediately turned to Jesse.

“Jesse, you need to take a chill pill.”

“I’m completely chill darlin’. Completely.” Jesse snapped through gritted teeth.

──•~❉+❉~•──

Things didn’t get much better between Jesse and Dallas.

But they did between Dallas and Hanzo.

Hanzo found a mutual understanding in Dallas.

Dallas, was raised in a crime family as well, with his father being a member of the mafia.

Unlike Hanzo’s father, Dallas’ was just a member, not the leader.

So he understood the expectations.

Alas, Dallas ran away, not wanting to participate in such violent things, and joined overwatch to help, is what Dallas told him anyways.

He found himself having to speak to Dallas by himself, or with (Y/N) around, since Jesse and Dallas never got along.

This led to...a lot of fights between (Y/N) and Jesse, whenever (Y/N) caught Jesse being rude.

Hanzo sat in the background most of the time when the two fought.

Tempers flared high between the two as of right now, not just because of this new recruit,but the full moon was tonight.

Which meant Hanzo tried to keep his distance, but again, there was a fight, and he didn’t leave in time.

──•~❉+❉~•──

“Jesse what hell were you thinking!” (Y/N) cried as Jesse merely looked at the floor.

“God! Can’t you get your head out of your ass for two seconds and actually try to get along with this guy?”

“He called me an Omega!”

“So what! I get called an Omega too? It isn’t rare, Jesse!”

“He knew that I’d punch him if I said that!”

“He did not Jesse. I bet Dallas is just tired of you being rude to him so he decided to be rude back!”

“Why the hell are you taking his side?”

“I’m not taking anybody’s side Jess’, why would you think I’d do that to you!”

“Then why don’t ya say anythin’!” A pause. “He interrupts me, ignores me, and yet you say nothin’! You’re a goddamn alpha, he’ll listen to you!”

“No he won’t! He’s an alpha too Jess’!”

Jesse let out a groan of frustration.

“And what about Han? Huh, I guess you don’t see him feel ‘im up him do ya?”

“He’s never done that before!”

“Yes he has!” Jesse yelled, his voice getting louder.

Hanzo tensed as the shouting would get louder, and the grip on his book tightened.

Soon, the book slammed shut, causing (Y/N) and Jesse to turn to him.

“Can you two please cease this useless fighting!” Hanzo cried. “It brings us nowhere!”

Silence.

“(Y/N), Jesse isn’t going to like everyone, but Jesse, you must be polite to Dallas, it's unprofessional and he is your team member!”

“Han-”

“No! You are both acting like children, hell, I can’t sit down and have a meal without you two fighting about this man! He is just a man!”

And that was the last straw.

Hanzo marched past the two enraged werewolves, who were still silent.

“I’m going to meditate, do not bother me.”

And the door shut, and frankly, (Y/N) and Jesse swore the door sounded louder than before.

──•~❉+❉~•──

It was always calming in the zen garden.

It was built by request of Genji and Zenyatta.

Hanzo was thankful it was late, Genji and Zenyatta tended to meditate during the day.

So as of right now, he was alone.

The calming atmosphere almost always brought some peace to his mind.

Near the fountain, eyes shut.

However, they snapped open as the leaves brushed next to him.

He turned, and spotted Dallas coming out of the bushes.

A water bottle in hand.

And a towel wrapped around his neck.

Dallas paused.

“Oh, heya Hanzo, how are you doing?”

“I am fine, you?”

Dallas frowned.

“I know that look,” He said. “Joel and (Y/N) fought again I’m guessing?”

“Is it that obvious?” A pause. “And his name is Jesse.”

Dallas muttered an apology before sitting down, next to Hanzo.

Hanzo fidgeted.

“What...are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was working out with Reinhart and Junkrat, but I got tired and left early,” He said, placing the bottle down. “God, those two have so much stamina.”

Hanzo shook his head.

“Indeed.”

Silence.

“You...want a sip?”

“What?”

“Of my water.”

“Erm..no thank you.”

“You sure? Dr.Ziegler told me that you tend to meditate for hours, it shouldn’t hurt to drink something small.”

Hanzo thought for a moment, his dragons spoke to him, telling him to go see (Y/N) and Jesse.

He brushed it off and grabbed the water bottle, taking a few gulps.

“See? Isn’t that better?”

Hanzo shook his head.

“I suppose.”

Dallas grinned.

“Doesn’t Winston have some fruit here?”

“This isn’t the greenhouse, Dallas.”

“I know but it doesn’t hurt to look right?”

Hanzo sighed.

“You may look, but I am not.”

“Alright, see ya tomorrow then.”

“Farewell.”

Hanzo shut his eyes yet again.

──•~❉+❉~•──

After fifteen minutes, Hanzo felt off.

His head was pounding, his arms felt weak.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

When were the lights this bright.

Hanzo stood up-

He wobbled and fell against the fountain, gripping his head.

His vision was getting more distorted and blurry every time he blinked.

He heard footsteps behind him.

“God, it was easy breaking into this place.” A voice said off in the distance.

“You sure this is the place?”

Hanzo hobbled forward, only to fall to the ground.

“Oh it's the place alright.” He heard Dallas’ voice interrupt.

Through his blurred vision, he saw the faint outline of Dallas, crouching near him.

The corner of his eyes began to turn to black, as he felt himself be lifted from the ground and placed on Dallas’ shoulder.

“Welcome to the Eastern Pack of Spain, Hanzo Shimada.”

#hanzo x reader #mcree x reader #mchanzo x reader #glory of the moon series #aaaa #werewolf reader #werewolves #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #my writing #werewolf mcree #werewolf!mcree

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morbidanthem · 5 years ago

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((A/N: So, I posted last night at 4AM, and the formatting gave out on me so badly. I have to do it this way- thanks, mobile, for ruining my post! Sorry, again, that this was 2 months late.))

Continuity - Overwatch

Character(s) - Genji Shimada

Parring - Fem!Reader/Genji

Genre - Romantic | Fluffy

Rating - G for General

Warning - No Warnings Listed

Word Count - 1,137

✏️Written 05/19/20 - 05/25/20✏️

At first, it threw him for the biggest loop of his life, as he was pretty sure it was impossible for him to father a child. It was true that he has never been 100% attuned to his body after his reconstruction, and it was never something he really thought to bring up in his conversations with Angela, as having a family wasn't something that was ever really on his radar. Even before his accident, he never really thought about what it would be like to find someone to settle down with, someone he could spend his life with and have his children. He was way too into his fast paced life in those days, and even after, he was then too involved in his own feelings of betrayal that those kinds of thoughts never even crossed his mind. You, however, seemed to have changed his life in oh so many more sweet ways than he first thought. You and Zenyatta had helped open his eyes to the idea of leaning on others, and here you were, continuing to offer yourself to him in ways he couldn't even fathom. A child, a new life that was a mix of you and him, he was over the moon about the whole idea. He had a family, something to love and protect that was beyond himself, and he loved every moment of it.

When you were taken in by the Nepalian Monks, you would have never guessed that you would find your one true love in a temple on top of the sacred snowy mountains, then again life was always so full of so many wonderful surprises. You can remember so vividly when Genji first arrived in the small village, he was so lost and full of anguish, it broke your heart to see such a sad and lost soul that you took it upon yourself to try an aleve some of his woes. It took him a long time to open up to you, but when he did, you found that you both shared similar experiences and vulnerabilities that it was rather easy to get along. You used to be just like him, lost and in so much pain, but now you both are healing and welcoming a new life into this world. It was a shock for you at first, never would you think this outcome to be possible, but you were always brought to tears of joy when you thought about what was going to happen. A child, one that came from you and Genji, it made your heart swell and soul shine with the idea of taking care of such a life. It also goes without saying, you both agreed, you would do better than what your families have done to you. Nothing but love and warmth for the child, no forced destinies or unattainable goals, just the three of you together for as long as the child wished to share your home.

It wasn't all fairy tales and sunshine though, as pregnancy was hard on you and your body. You were in what felt like a constant state of pain and aches, as being so high up in the mountains where it was always cold was already hard enough on your joints as it was, adding the extra stress of pregnancy has caused you to be in quite a bit of pain anytime you attempted to do more than a smaller version of your daily routines. You hated to admit it, but even walking up and down stairs around the temple was becoming tough, so you found yourself in the care of Genji, as he did everything and anything to lessen your workload. It made you feel awkward at first, even frustrated, you weren't a meek porcelain doll who couldn't handle a little extra stress. When he told you how much it meant to him to do these things for you though, you dropped the subject, he was just so sweet and kind- how could you not let this man take care of you wholly? You'll pay him back, after you aren't in pain, of course. Genji held his own dears as well, this will be his child, ergo they will have the powers of the Shimada Clan- they will be able to control the dragon once they come of age. He has to be there, he tells himself, he has to be there to help the child understand what this power means, and how this should.not be used by his bloodline to pressure them into conforming to their "family business". He shared those fears with you, that the baby may one day be tricked and temptes into that life, but you would reassure him with a soft kiss on the lips and a warm embrace. Truthfully, id that was what your child chose to do, then you had no real say in that decision- the best you both could do was teach them right from wrong, and hope those lessons will continue to be instilled in them, even long into adulthood.

When it was all said and done, the struggle the two of you went through for those long 9 months, well it was all worth it when you held your baby for the first time after birth. The baby was such a beautiful gift, a warm smile and a happy giggle at every turn, it was the most amazing thing you have ever experienced. There were no words for the way your heart swelled when you watched Genji interact with the baby, him sitting on the floor and explaining complicated concepts to them, the baby just babbling and cooing along happily because they don't know what to do beyond mirroring his actions. The way you felt so warm, despite living in a remote mountain village, as you watched all of the monks readily accept the child into their folds, doing everything and anything they can to help you and Genji take care of the baby. As you sat and watched the scene unfold in front of you, Genji laying on his stomach on the floor with the baby in Zenyatta's lap, you couldn't help but place your hand over your chest as you felt your heart aflutter at what was going on in your mind. This baby will grow up and know that they will always be loved, this baby will grow up in an environment that completely accepts them for who they are, and this baby will grow up to always have a home here even if they chose to leave one day. It was so much more than what you and Genji had growing up, and you were gratefully for this place every single day you are able to wake up in the embrace of your one true love.

❤💀❤Published 5/26/20 ❤💀❤

#Overwatch #Genji Shimada #Head Canon #Romantic #Fluffy #Genji X Reader #Overwatch X Reader #Genji/Reader #Overwatch/Reader #Long Post

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nitewrighter · 5 years ago

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Hiya mun! Can you write like little character bio blurbs for your fankids? Im not sure if you've wrote some already before but if not could you please? :D

I’ve written a short masterpost of who’s who’s kid here but as far as like... bios go...

I’m limiting this to the main continuity because we are practicing Self Care.

Watchpoint Kids

Rei is Mercy and Genji’s daughter, and the first kid on the Watchpoint. Despite her parents’ desire to try and raise her as protected and peacefully as possible, Rei grasped from an early age how much Overwatch’s conflict was affecting her life. She idolized Hanzo from a young age and wanted very much to be a ninja like her father and uncle. Genji and Hanzo obviously had a lot of misgivings about continuing the Shimada skills and traditions, and with them their violence, but in the end they relented and started training Rei as a means to keep her occupied, teach her to defend herself, and to try and direct Shimada ninja arts into a force for good. Rei grew up on the watchpoint alongside Marti, Rajeev, and Samir. Under Genji and Hanzo’s tutelage, Rei became a very competent ninja, even incorporating her Mercy’s Valkyrie wings into her movement and combat. Eventually Rei became frustrated with how slow her training was going and broke into Shimada castle one night looking for answers, but Genji and Hanzo were able to intercept her and convince her to come home before the Shimada clan became really aware of her existence. Years passed and eventually Rei joined Marti’s strike team, going on several minor missions before, at age 18, she was kidnapped by Talon, an incident that ended up catalyzing Aedan’s defection from Talon, but Rei lost her dragon after being killed by Moira and subsequently revived by Aedan. Rei then spent two years away from the Watchpoint as a stuntwoman for the Sentai series “Midori Rider” in Hollywood, all the while struggling with the pain of losing her dragon, and trying to get it back. She eventually did get it back during a confrontation with the Reaper76 Clone Andrea in Shirakami-Sanchi.

Marti is Widow and Sombra’s kid--she actually refers to Widow and Sombra as her “aunties” rather than her parents because she still remembers her biological mother. Marti’s story actually begins well before she’s born, during Sombra’s days in Los Muertos. Sombra’s best friend in Los Muertos was a woman named Soledad, who was romantically involved with Jacinto, a ruthless enforcer for the gang. When Soledad found out she was pregnant, she became disillusioned with Los Muertos and enlisted Sombra’s help in disappearing from the gang to assure a safer life for her unborn child. Sombra was able to secure a new place to live and identity for her, and Soledad named Sombra as Martina’s godmother when she was born. Six years later, however, Talon began opening communications with Los Muertos, and Jacinto, now a leader within Los Muertos, was more than happy to hear them out. Talon was desperate to kill Sombra after her defection, and managed to track Soledad down and alert Jacinto and Los Muertos to her location. Talon initially planned to just use Soledad and Marti to draw Sombra out of hiding, but now that Sombra was involved with Overwatch, the situation rapidly escalated and ended with both Soledad and Jacinto dead. Sombra and Widow adopted Marti, and Marti came to live with them at the Watchpoint. The other kids instantly latched onto her, and while Marti was wary at first and a bit lonely being the oldest, warmed up to them... and got kind of good at bossing them around. Like Genji and Mercy, Sombra and Widow had no intention of letting Marti be affected by the fight between Talon and Overwatch ever again after her loss and traumatizing experience, but Marti’s grief fueled her desire to take Talon down. Always a tinkerer, Marti was playing around with various electrical gadgets from a young age, but eventually used what minor hacking skills she had picked up from Sombra to access Overwatch’s old records. She learned as much as she could about the old Overwatch, and even cribbed information from Sombra’s own work on her eye conspiracy to try and find out as much about the fight between the two organizations as possible. Not wanting Widow and Sombra to worry about her, she kept tinkering with robotics, but now she started bothering Jack Morrison to tell her about the old days. At first Jack was rightfully stubborn and insisting that “This wasn’t her fight” and “he didn’t have time for this” but through sheer force of Sombra-level persistence, Marti managed to cow him into taking her under his wing... and, okay, yeah, he was kind of fond of her at that point. She almost reminded him of Reyes, sometimes. Marti engineered her own full-body grappling harness system based on Widowmaker’s rappel hook, ended up picking up hand-to-hand combat skills from self defense lessons from Widowmaker and sparring with Rei, and all the while used Sombra’s intel and Jack’s experience to gain an uncanny perspective on the scale of the fight. Eventually she told Widowmaker and Sombra that she wanted to fight as well, and while they weren’t happy about it, they understood how invested Marti was in the fight (oh they chewed Jack the hell out for it, though). Marti went on collaborative missions with adults in mentor-like roles as well as a few solo missions before being selected as the leader of the “junior strike team.” The fight would be pretty simple and straightforward if she didn’t have a weird romantic rivalry with Seye Ogundimu.

Rajeev and Samir are twins born to Pharah and Symmetra via IVF. Pharah carried them, and their sperm donor is a Pakistani Olympic Rower, engineer, and philanthropist named Kader Hiraj (Sombra may have hacked the sperm bank to give Pharah and Symmetra an edge, haha). They were born in the orca at 45,000 feet. To their credit, Pharah and Symmetra were able to raise their twins to be a bit more ‘protected’ than Rei and Marti, however, Rajeev impressed on Grandpa Reinhardt and Auntie Brigitte from a young age and loved the idea of glorious battle. Samir, the more quiet of the two, took after Grandma Ana and also became very interested in the applications of Hard-light, which Symmetra was more than happy to share because she saw it as a chance for Hard-light to be about creation rather than control as it had been with Vishkar. Ana and Pharah had a lot of mixed feelings on teaching the boys combat--they made a point of teaching them self defense, and Ana even taught Samir marksmanship (More as a target practice hobby than a combat application). Still, as with the other kids, when you grow up on a Watchpoint, it’s hard not to see the fight affecting virtually every adult around you. Eventually, with help from Marti, they learned more about where Symmetra’s past with Vishkar, and, learned that a lot of Symmetra’s architectural work was actually still in Vishkar’s clutches. At age 16, largely on Samir’s goading, they broke in to a Vishkar office in Oasis to get their mother’s blueprints back, leading to a confrontation with Sanjay Korpal and a Vishkar agent named Akasha. They managed to escape with the blueprints, but Rajeev lost his eye in the fight. Samir blamed himself, and Marti ended up taking Samir under her wing. Marti soon found that Samir’s perspective was invaluable, and he ended up as her unofficial “Right hand Man.” Rajeev eventually got a cool gold-irised prosthetic eye, and both got Wadjet tattoos as a gesture of “Yeah. We’re in this fight, too.”

Jaime was born to Turkish-Basque parents in Pamplona, but was orphaned in a Null Sector attack at the age of 7. With so many state resources going to trying to just remain stable in the face of Talon and Null Sector attacks, the Spanish government resorted depending on the private sector for many child welfare services and Jaime was given to the custody of a Vishkar Corporation-owned orphanage. Throughout his time in the orphanage, his Vishkar guardians criticized him as “Resourceful but resistant,” “Contrarian to the point of self-destructive,” and “A little shit who needs to learn his place.” Jaime actually had numerous escape attempts over the course of his 5 years in the orphanage. His first attempt he tried to bring five other kids with him, but one of them snitched. The second attempt he whittled down his fellow escapees to two others, except one of them twisted their ankle as they were running out, and the three of them got caught trying to carry him out with them (a part of Jaime still wonders if they would have made it out if they left him). Then there was just one other... but it turned out Vishkar had treated them with extensive conditioning with the express purpose of making them betray Jaime and teaching Jaime “You are completely alone” in the hopes that that would discourage further escape attempts and traumatize him into submission. It did not. It just pissed him off and isolated him. With all of his escape attempts, he was getting better at free-running, at climbing, at breaking in, at picking locks, at pickpocketing keycards, at disabling security cameras---every time Vishkar caught him he got a little better. Two years and 9 escape attempts later, Jaime finally made it out, homeless, angry, and alone, but free. He hopped several freighters, and used the agility and cunning he had learned in his escape attempts to scavenge, steal, and stow-away his way all over the Atlantic and the mediterranean for the next two years. He had only been in Gibraltar for about two weeks when he stole a schoolgirl’s backpack and she and her friend chased him down like a fucking madwoman. It had been the first time in 2 years someone had managed to keep up with him. McCree and Hanzo were able to intercept them, basically looked at him and were like “Oh shit, you’re 14 and starving.” It started out with the offer of food, a shower, and a place to sleep back at the watchpoint, and McCree’s word that Jaime could leave the second he wanted to...and it ended up with McCree and Hanzo pretty much adopting him. When Jaime found out that Overwatch was fighting Vishkar, he wanted to join the fight as well, but quickly ended up butting heads with McCree over the issue. McCree just didn’t want to end up as “someone else’s Reyes” and wanted Jaime to stay out of the fight. In the end, Jaime ended up spending 6 months in the southwest with McCree’s godmother Willow “Billie” Quintero. Incidentally during this time, Jaime met Ashe and ended up learning a lot from her, so basically McCree’s plan for Jaime to “not end up like me” kind of went out the window. But Jaime returned to the watchpoint, significantly cleaned up, now way more cowboy-ish, and still just as stubbornly willing to fight as ever. The other kids were happy to have him on the team.

Talon Kids

Seye Ogundimu was the product of an amicable but complicated marriage of Doomfist to successful Ogundimu Prosthetics shareholder Tujuka Tejuosho. Raised largely by his mother for the first few years of his life, he was only a few months old when Doomfist broke out of prison with Talon’s help. Seye himself grew up in luxury and privilege, attending the finest schools, proving himself both a brilliant student and incomparable athlete, and being groomed to take over Ogundimu Prosthetics once he came of age. Still at the back of his mind, the fear of irrelevance loomed. Every time he turned on the news, the name of his father was on everyone’s lips. To his credit, Doomfist did try to be a good father to him, and while he didn’t exactly pressure Seye to be like him, it was one of those situations where context was everything. Doomfist didn’t need to pressure Seye to be like him... the effect Doomfist had on people, the power he had, was something Seye wanted, too. The only other option, as the son of Doomfist, was humiliation and oblivion. But Seye knew he couldn’t just try to be a carbon copy of his father, and his father was also a product of their company’s own cybernetics. Seye thus decided to throw himself into engineering, and eventually developed his own pair of high-tech graviton gauntlets (nicknamed “The Twofists” by Aedan). Once he finished with his schooling, he kind of just... strolled into the main Talon board room like “Ready to take my seat at the table!” and Doomfist was just like “Oh, you think you have a seat at the table?” And Seye was just like “...uh...” and Doomfist basically made Seye start from Talon’s bottom ranks and pretty much claw his way up. It turned out for the best though, with his ambition, Seye gained the experience needed to lead strike teams, formed alliances and gained loyalty of grunts, enforcers, assassins, snipers, and heavies, and got plenty of combat experience. Still, doubt sometimes itches at the back of his mind.

Faustine was the daughter of two major money launderers for Talon, who died under suspicious circumstances. She was adopted by Maximilien. Afflicted by a rare bacterial infection at a young age, Faustine had nerve damage all over her body and was bound to a wheelchair for the first 13 years of her life. Still, her brain was unaffected, and she proved herself a mathematical, financial, and strategic prodigy. In Talon’s “Private” sector, she served first as an intern, then as a secretary to Maximilien, helping oversee much of Talon’s finances. Frustrated with the limits of her body, Faustine enlisted the help of Ogundimu prosthetics to undergo an experimental procedure outfitting her entire body with “neuroprosthetics.” Not only could she now walk, run, and, to a limited extent fight, but she could interface with virtually any technology. By her own ambition she soon proved herself an invaluable asset in the field of corporate espionage. Almost as if to make up for her previous lack of mobility, she also gained a passion for cars, and got into amateur, then professional racing. Both her neuroprosthetics and the logos slapped all over her racing suit are a veritable billboard for Talon’s many shell companies, and Faustine herself displays a particular ruthlessness both on the racetrack and in the boardroom that, despite her more diminutive phsyicality, makes her no less a threat than any other of her Talon compatriots.

Aedan was engineered by Moira in an amnio-tank. Part of his reason for existence was not only Moira securing her own genetic legacy in the world, but also proving that you could make a stable embryo with nanite-based biology. In essence, while Reaper was falling apart, Moira wanted to know if being nanite-based was actually biologically sustainable on a growing organism... if it could exist, in a sense, “naturally.” There were five attempts before him, and all self-destructed in their first few weeks of gestation, thus making him “Subject Six.” Artificially aged to 10 years old and flushed out of the amniotank, Aedan had been implanted with false memories and brainwashing tech giving him an entire childhood and a staggering intelligence. He and Moira actually had a wonderful rapport together, they were really on each others’ wavelength. He didn’t figure out he was a clone until 4 years in and it did severely affect his trust in her. He understood, to an extent, that Moira did it so she wouldn’t just drop him headlong into an existential crisis, and in its own way, the brainwashing did give him enough of a sense of self to really develop. Still, to cope, he threw himself more into science, interning at Oasis’s labs. At age 17 he met a girl named Rei, not even knowing at the time that she was the daughter of Angela Ziegler and a target of Talon. As soon as he realized who she was, she bolted. He wouldn’t see her again until Talon kidnapped her. Repulsed at the concept of Rei becoming either brainwashed or a constantly-dissected lab experiment, Aedan helped her escape, though in the process he was forced to defect from Talon. Both were harrowed by the experience, but eventually Aedan found his place on Overwatch’s team.

Andrea, like Aedan, was made in an amnio-tank. She was not only meant to be a more ‘martial’ application of nanites, but Talon wanted to replicate the SEP serum as well, and the only still-living source for that was Jack Morrison. So, Andrea was formed from an X chromosome from Reyes and an X chromosome from Jack Morrison so that they could have a subject with both nanites and SEP serum... there were many failed attempts, and Andrea’s project was titled “Subject 19.” Andrea wasn’t given a childhood while she was being artificially aged, rather, they crammed as much martial knowledge into her as possible. As a result, her personality is very... uh, “Terminator.” While Reyes was warned that her ultimate loyalty was to Talon, and while he was furious that his and Jack’s DNA had been used to create an entire fucking person without either of their consent, he did feel a protectiveness towards her. One of Andrea’s first missions with Talon was assassinating Aedan after his defection, but the mission failed, and even worse, Rei somehow ended up getting her dragon back in the process. So now Andrea’s pissed, and she has no intention of failing again.

Like Jaime, Akasha was one of thousands of orphans taken under Vishkar’s wing, but she took to Vishkar’s vision like a duck to water. While not able to make the massive constructs most hard-light architechs are known for, she demonstrated an uncanny ability to make smaller constructs really really fast. This paired with a high athletic potential from a young age, slotted her in an experimental program for more martial applications of hard-light. She was equipped with a ‘Projector sword’ capable of making a hard-light blade and functioning as a translocator, but she disappeared after a fight with the Amari twins went awry and her translocator sword was destroyed. It’s not sure if she’s alive or dead, (Schrodinger’s Akasha...) but last time someone got caught in a teleporter incident like this, it was Tracer in the Slipstream. So if she ever comes back, she’s going to need a chronal accelerator, and she is going to be pissed.

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Hiii can I please request Hanzo with a female s/o, his father is kinda evil and he tricked him to think that reader wanted to kill him or betrayed him in some kind of way? He started treating read badly (nothing violent) they broke up, and then his father confessed to him telling him that he manipulated him for the sake of the clan? Then Hanzo tries to make reader forgive him for what he did to her? ❤️ Thanks in advance!

Frick, I done goofed and deleted by accident. Request is above. I love angst so here we are with my first piece in yonks! I got a little carried away with this one lmao

You were perfection in the eyes of Hanzo Shimada. The first moment he laid eyes on you he thought he was dreaming. It was at a party hosted at Shimada Castle and you were there on behalf of your family to get into the good graces of the Shimada clan. You didn't know much about the politics but your family insisted that a "pretty young thing like you" would catch the eye of someone formidable. You hated to be a pawn but you had to do what was right by your family.

You weren't sure why, but you had the feeling that you were strongly disliked by Sojiro Shimada, the leader of the clan. This made you uneasy and as a result, made the party an uncomfortable affair for you.

However, you had been approached by Hanzo as you stood on the balcony alone, drink in hand and watching the party.

"Enjoying the festivities?" he asked, leaning on the balcony beside you.

"Yes, mister Shimada," you quickly said, lowering your head and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "You have hosted a great party."

"There is no need for such formality when we are out here alone. Please, call me Hanzo," he insisted.

"Yes, Hanzo," you said, letting his name roll past your lips.

"And you would be?" Hanzo asked, taking your free hand and raising it to his lips.

You blushed and managed to stutter out your name.

"A beautiful name," he complimented.

"Thank you," you said, blushing harder if that were even possible. Your hand was heated from the soft kiss from his lips and you nearly let out a pathetic noise of sadness as he lowered your hand.

"Won't you accompany me inside?" Hanzo asked, offering his arm to you.

You glanced at the party happening just beyond the doors and took Hanzo's arm with a nod.

"I'd love to."

You walked in together and most conversations died down as you entered, men looking at you questioningly, women looking at you with jealousy. But no person's expression matched that of Sojiro Shimada. His features were filled with displeasure and you avoided his gaze lest you perish to ashes right there and then.

"Come," Hanzo said as he guided you over to his family.

"Oh my god," you muttered under your breath.

"Don't worry," Hanzo chuckled. "You have nothing to fear."

'Right,' you thought to yourself as you finally found yourself standing before Hanzo's father, mother and brother.

“Allow me to introduce this fine lady” Hanzo said, as he introduced you in turn to his father, mother and brother, Genji.

You couldn’t bring yourself to maintain eye contact with his father. You weren’t sure what it was but you still had the feeling that he didn’t like you at all. His gaze was cold and his stiff demeanor sent a chill down your spine.

"It's nice to meet you," Hanzo's mother said as she nodded her head.

"What are your intentions with my son?" came the abrupt voice of Hanzo's father.

"I- I-" you stammered. What? Why was he asking this? You just met Hanzo only a moment ago. "I'm-"

"Father we have only just met," Hanzo said, saving you from making a fool of yourself.

"Correct," you said.

Sojiro grabbed Hanzo by the elbow and pulled him away.

"Excuse us," he said as Hanzo looked at him questioningly.

"My father can be a bit… intense," Genji said, pulling you from your thoughts. "Come and dance with me until Hanzo comes back."

Meanwhile, Hanzo was in heated discussion with his father. He would much rather be dancing with you, though.

"You will not just find some… some random woman at this party. I have the perfect woman ready and waiting for you," Sojiro hissed.

"Father, I have told you many times," Hanzo said with a sigh. "I will not just go along with an arranged marriage."

"You will if you want to take over the clan after my time is done," Sojiro threatened.

"And if I don't?" Hanzo challenged. "What if I choose love over duty?"

"Then you are a fool," Sojiro spat. "I will not allow this. You were born into this family and you have a purpose you must fulfill. You are a smart man, Hanzo. Do not turn into what your brother has become. Letting women fall over for him and dishonoring this clan."

"Why must you always drag Genji into this?" Hanzo asked, exasperated.

"Because I will not have both of my son's fail me. One is already one too many. Do not challenge me again, Hanzo."

Sojiro straightened his suit jacket and patted Hanzo's shoulder.

"I know you will make the correct decision."

Hanzo stood in the dark hallway, knowing that his idea of the correct decision was different to that of his father's.

Hanzo didn't tell you about the conversation he and his father had that evening, but he did tell you that he liked you and wanted to pursue you.

One day, you sat on a bench together under a cherry blossom tree on a sunny spring morning.

"Would you oppose to… dating me?" Hanzo asked with a gulp.

"Of course I would love to," you began. You wringed your fingers as you thought of what to say. "But I don't think your father would approve. I'm pretty sure that he doesn't like me."

"Nonsense," Hanzo said. "Who couldn't like you?"

You blushed. But while Hanzo's words were meant to comfort you, you were still uneasy.

"I am an adult now," Hanzo said as he took your hands in his. "My father can insist and demand I live my life a certain way, but if it is at the cost of my happiness and a life with you, then I will pave my own path."

"Oh, Hanzo…" you breathed. "This feels fast but it also- gosh it feels so cliché to say it… but this feels so right."

Hanzo chuckled at your admission.

"It does sound cliché, yes. But I think you're right about it feeling right. I want to pursue this with you."

At Hanzo's proclamation of feelings for you, you felt a comfort wash over you. You figured you could deal with Hanzo's father if he knew how you two felt about each other. What could be more pure than love? Who could want to destroy that?

When you received a letter from the Shimada family, you were surprised. As you turned the fancy envelope over in your hands, you carefully opened it and took out the contents. It was a letter… from Sojiro Shimada. Your heart leapt into your throat.

"Dear Y/N,

The Shimada clan request the pleasure of your company to partake in their annual cocktail party. The event will be held at Shimada Castle on the first Friday of November, 7PM.

This occasion is a black tie event. The favor of an answer is requested no later than one week before the event.

We look forward to seeing you there.

Sincerely,

Sojiro Shimada"

"Hmm," you hummed to yourself as you read the letter over and over again. Hanzo didn't mention anything to you about a dinner party. You decided to call him and ask him about the invitation. You pulled out your phone and dialled.

"Hello?" came Hanzo's voice through your phone.

"Hi Hanzo," you said with a smile. You couldn't help but smile like a moron every time you spoke to him.

"Hello, dearest. How are you?" he asked.

"I'm well."

"I am glad to hear it. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" he asked.

"I just received an invitation from your father," you said, staring at the letter in your hand.

"Ah yes, the annual dinner. We host one every year and I mentioned to my father that I would like to bring you to the dinner."

"And he agreed?" you asked, shocked.

"I suppose he did," Hanzo said. You could hear the smile in his voice. "I think he is finally warming up to the idea of us."

Your heart fluttered at the thought.

"I'm so glad."

"Me too, blossom. I'm sorry but I have to go. I do hope that you will attend."

"Of course I will!" you said with a grin.

"Perfect. Goodbye, then," Hanzo said, hanging up the phone.

Looks like you had some shopping to do.

You spent the following days going to various clothing, shoe and jewellery stores to put together the perfect outfit. You really wanted to take this opportunity to impress Hanzo's family and hopefully get on his father's good side.

When the night of the party finally rolled around, you dolled yourself up and tried your best to calm your nerves so you didn't get so nervous that you made a fool of yourself. This was not the night for that.

When you arrived, Hanzo stood at the entrance gates to the castle, awaiting you.

"Hanzo," you greeted. "You didn't need to wait for me out here."

"I know. But I wanted to enter the party with you. I want everybody to know that you are mine," he purred.

"Oh," you breathed, your cheeks flushing red.

As you walked the grounds to get inside, you noticed a man staring at you. You avoided his gaze and pulled Hanzo along to get inside quicker.

"Are you alright?" Hanzo asked.

"Fine, just a little chilly," you said with an uncomfortable shudder.

Hanzo wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. You inhaled softly and noted that he smelled faintly of sake and expensive cologne. You finally arrived inside and Hanzo led you to the cocktail party which was in full swing.

Sojiro noticed you arrive and walked over to greet you, a pleasant smile on his face.

"How wonderful to see you, my dear," Sojiro said as he pulled you in for a hug. He also smelled of sake but it was more prominent than how Hanzo smelled. You wrinkled your nose slightly but embraced him.

"Thank you for inviting me into your home again, mister Shimada," you thanked him.

"No need for such formalities," Sojiro said with an exaggerated wave. "It is quite obvious how you and Hanzo feel about each other and I feel as though this will blossom into something truly beautiful."

"So… so you approve of this, father?" Hanzo asked, surprised and delighted.

"Of course. My eldest son has shown an interest in a woman from a formidable family. Who am I to stop him?" he asked.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you at his words and you finally relaxed. He waved you on and you and Hanzo entered the elegant party hall. Hanzo quickly excused himself and assured you he would be back quickly.

You grabbed a drink from a nearby waiter and slowly walked around the room admiring the art, tapestries and plants that decorated the room in tasteful fashion.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" came an unfamiliar voice next to you.

You looked at the man who now stood next to you. You recognised him as the man outside as you entered the grounds.

"Yes," you said quickly, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as it had started.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I believe I've made you uncomfortable. I am the advisor of Master Shimada."

You relaxed at his words. At least he was someone you could trust.

"Sorry for being so cold," you said. "I'm not usually trusting of strangers."

"Understandable. A woman as beautiful as yourself can never be too careful,” he said, a sincere smile spreading across his features.

You felt ashamed at the blush that flushed your cheeks. Why did this compliment send a flush through your body? It was nothing. It’s just nice to receive compliments from handsome gentlemen. But Hanzo was the only man who had your eye.

You watched as the advisor pulled his phone out of his pocket, read a message and suddenly turn to you.

"Master Shimada has requested your presence. Will you please follow me?" he asked, extending his arm to you.

You looked around for Hanzo but you couldn't see him anywhere. You hesitated but he interrupted.

"We really mustn't keep him waiting."

"Alright," you said, taking his arm and walking with him through a corridor, away from the party.

"Where are we going?" you asked nervously.

"Not far."

You finally arrived in front of a door where you guessed Sojiro was waiting for you.

"What's this abou-" you began but you were cut off by his lips against yours.

You tried to push him off of you but you were wedged between the wall and his body. You struggled and pushed against him until you managed to bite his lip. He let out a cry and finally relented and let you go.

"What the hell?" you demanded, pushing him away from you.

He touched his lip and noted the blood on his finger.

"You don't know what you're getting into. Leave this place and forget this family before it's too late," he warned.

You stood there, unsure of why this was happening to you. Why was it so difficult to live a normal life with the man you loved? You became overwhelmed and you ran. You ran through the snaking corridors, out of the castle and hailed the nearest taxi and went home.

You cried the whole way home and cried as you finally arrived home and collapsed on your bed. You debated with yourself on what you should do. Should you call the police? What are they going to do to the most family in Japan? Could you tell Hanzo? What was he going to do? You just knew that this was at the hands of his father.

The ringing of your phone shook you from your thoughts and you grabbed it. The caller ID notified you that it was Hanzo calling. You sighed; you didn't have the heart to talk to him right now. You hit decline and fell backwards onto your bed, crying and then finally falling asleep from exhaustion.

You awoke the next morning with a sore face and a soft pounding in your head. You recalled the previous night and an uncomfortable weight settled in the pit of your stomach. You sighed and wandered off to have a shower and wonder about what on earth you were going to tell Hanzo about your behaviour last night.

You finally finished and dressed and went for some tea and time to think. You were surprised to enter the living room and see Hanzo standing there.

"Hanzo!" you exclaimed. You were shocked to see him here.

"How are you?" he asked. But the usual warmth in his voice when he spoke to you wasn't there.

"I…" you began. You didn't know what to say. "I had a… rough night."

"A rough night. Is that what you call it?" he asked, unimpressed.

"Where do I begin?" you asked. "Well, I was summoned-"

"I'm going to stop you there," Hanzo said, raising a hand. "If you can't admit to your actions and be honest, I do not want to hear it."

"What are you talking about?" you asked. "I'm telling the truth. Your father's advisor, he told me your father was looking for me and I followed him."

Hanzo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. You sensed his frustration and you had the feeling he didn't believe you.

"I thought my feelings for you were quite clear and reciprocated. But I see now that I was wrong," Hanzo said with a heavy sigh.

"That's not true," you said, voice wavering as tears welled in your eyes once again. "Hanzo, he led me away and…"

"So you admit it, you kissed him," Hanzo said, disgust in his voice.

"No, I-"

"No need to make up excuses," Hanzo said as he stepped forward and threw a handful of dark, grainy photographs onto your coffee table.

You picked up a photo and studied it. It was a photo of you from last night, pinned against a wall lips locked with a man that wasn't Hanzo.

"This… this isn't what it looks like," you stammered.

"How can I believe you when you ran away last night without explanation. And then my father presents me with these photographs."

"Your father?" you gasped, pieces of the puzzle coming together. "Hanzo, your father did this on purpose!"

Hanzo scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Trying to blame this on my father? Really?"

"He forced himself on me! Why don't you believe me?"

"This man has been loyal to my family for years. Do not insult my family in this way," Hanzo warned.

"Hanzo…"

"I was a fool for believing that you could love me as I love you," Hanzo said sadly.

"No, don't say that," you pleaded. "I do love you. How can you not believe me?"

"Do you hear yourself? You sound like you're in a dramatic soap opera," Hanzo said. "I wanted to give you the opportunity to be honest with me and tell me what happened."

"I'm telling the truth! Your father did this!"

Hanzo gave you a stern look and after a tense moment of silence, he sighed.

"Goodbye, blossom," he said sadly. He turned away and left, leaving without the photographs and with a broken heart.

"Hanzo!" Sojiro said as Hanzo arrived back home. "Did you have a productive morning?"

"I do not wish to discuss it," Hanzo mumbled.

Sojiro struggled to hide the obvious glee he was feeling, but he managed to keep a straight face. He watched as Hanzo shuffled slowly towards his room and finally let out a delighted laugh when he was alone again.

Hanzo got to his room and flopped onto the bed, images of the photographs swimming in his vision. His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. He picked it up and noticed that it was you calling. He sighed and declined the call. He hoped he could get over you eventually, perhaps he should ask his father for advice.

A couple of months had passed since the incident with Hanzo. You tried contacting him multiple times and he shot down every attempt until you finally gave up. There was no way you could convince him of the truth.

As time went on, Hanzo's feelings for you dwindled and he didn't get the same pang of betrayal when he thought of you. That was the morning he approached his father.

"Father," Hanzo said, gaining his attention. "I wish to uphold my duty to this family and find a wife."

Sojiro turned to his son with a smile and clapped a hand to his shoulder.

"My son, you have made me very proud. I will rest easy knowing that you are making the correct decision. I know of the perfect woman for you."

"I would like to meet her," Hanzo said.

"I will arrange it immediately."

Hanzo gave his father a nod and left the room. As he left, he noticed the advisor enter the room. Hanzo bit his lip and let his curiosity get the better of him. He crept up to the door, minding the creaks in the floor and pressed his ear to the door.

"It worked!" Hanzo heard his father say. "He has asked for a meeting with a potential bride."

"I am glad to hear of this news, master."

"Now that we have Y/N out of the way, thanks to you, we can continue with the preparations," Sojiro continued.

Hanzo's heart dropped at the mention of your name.

'Out of the way?' Hanzo thought to himself. 'What are they talking about?'

Hanzo's heartbeat quickened as he continued listening.

"Had she just left before he caught feelings for her, we would have been further along," Sojiro said, frustrated. "But no matter, everything is going according to plan now."

"Of course, master."

"Is she a good kisser, at least?" he asked with a dark chuckle.

"It would have been nicer if she didn't bite half my lip off."

Hanzo gasped and stepped away from the door. His breathing quickened and he ran. He had to get to you and apologise. You were right all along and he didn't believe you.

He got over to your house as quickly as possible and pounded on the door. He was surprised to see a man open the door instead of you.

"Who are you?" Hanzo asked abruptly, hoping that this was not what it looked like.

"I'd like to ask you the same question," the stranger said with a frown.

"Where is Y/N?" Hanzo asked.

"Who?"

"The girl who lives here, where is she?" Hanzo asked, impatient.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I live here by myself. I moved here a few weeks ago," he explained.

"Wh…" Hanzo started. "The girl who lived here, where did she go?"

"I don't know, sorry," came the reply as he shut the door.

Hanzo sighed frustratedly, slumping against the wall and sliding down it until he was seated on the pavement. He looked up to the sky in vain, wondering where on earth you could have gone.

The sound of the front door opening caught his attention and he looked up at the man that stood there.

"Oh you're still here, good. This is a box of stuff that got left behind. Either she forgot about it or its trash. Could you take care of it?" he asked as he handed Hanzo a small box.

Hanzo peered inside the box and his heart shattered at the sight of small gifts he had given you during the time you were together. Knick knacks, letters, photographs and small bits and pieces.

Tears welled in his eyes as he noticed the photographs taken of you on the night of the party. He studied them carefully and noticed your uncomfortable body language. He sniffed as he realised how much pain he must have put you through.

The sound of footsteps approaching stirred Hanzo from his thoughts and caught his attention. He looked up to see who was interrupting his moment.

"Hanzo?" you asked, shocked to see him sitting on the ground next to your old place. "What are you doing here?"

"It's you!" Hanzo said, standing and walking towards you. "You're here."

"Yeah, I'm here collecting my mail," you stated. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I lost you forever," Hanzo said, pulling you in for a hug

"Umm…" you hesitated, pushing him away. "You're the one who broke up with me, remember?"

"You were right. You were right about my father orchestrating this."

"Oh, you believe me now, do you?" you asked, unimpressed and crossing your arms.

"I'm so sorry for what I did to you, for not believing you," Hanzo apologised. "I only found out what happened today. I overheard my father and the advisor talking."

"Even if that's the case," you started. "Your father doesn't like me- which is why this whole mess started in the first place."

"I don't care about what my father says," Hanzo promised. "I cannot lose you again. I haven't known love without you in my life."

You bit your lip in frustration. You had finally moved on, literally and figuratively and now Hanzo was back, pulling you back in.

"Please come back to me," Hanzo begged.

Hanzo gently placed a hand to your cheek and caressed your skin, reveling in the feeling of being close to you again.

"Hanzo…" you breathed.

"Please don't say no," he pleaded.

"I don't know," you whispered as your lips got dangerously close to his.

He closed the gap and pressed his lips gently to yours. You sighed softly as his lips slid against yours in heated passion that spoke volumes of your absence over the past months.

You pulled away too quickly for his liking and covered your mouth with your hands.

"We can't do this," you said.

"Why not?" Hanzo asked, as if he were a child that had been denied ice-cream.

"I… I don't know," you faltered. "After what happened, I don't know if I can go through this again."

"You won't have to go through anything," Hanzo said. "I know the truth now and I do not care what my father says, as foolish as it may sound."

"Hanzo…" you sighed.

"Please do not say my name that way," Hanzo begged. "I don't want to spend another moment without you."

"There's no way you're leaving without me, is there?" you finally asked.

"No."

"Okay, good," you said. "I've been miserable without you and I cried for weeks over what happened," you admitted.

"I am so sorry, my love," Hanzo apologised. "For everything."

"It's not your fault," you consoled. "I probably would have done the same thing in your shoes."

"I was a fool for not believing you," Hanzo lamented.

"That doesn't matter now," you said. "We can start our future now, as long as you don't let your father get in the way of that."

"I won't," Hanzo said. "I promise."

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