#gency for ts

[genjispeaks]

Spider Lillies-Elope with me You didnt reblog it, just wanted to send this to you

... no ceremony, then? Just the two of us... and a promise.

[mercyspeaks]

I enjoy few things more than having you close to me, so I don't think I would tell you to move....

You are completely welcome to stay as close to me as you'd like.

I insist you do that more.

But that was my chair :(

[pharah]

Just saw this on Gaku’s Instagram.

Even though everyone and they mama knows how I feel about that *one* ship, I think it’s interesting to note that Gaku himself said nothing is official.

Meaning? There are no confirmed ships between the playable characters at this interval.

So all of you people who were unnecessarily freaking out over Lucie’s vid, or all too eager to see Pharah and Mercy sunk, this is as close as we’ll get to official confirmation that nothing is official, at least in terms of canon couples between the playable characters.

And let’s hope it stays that way too.

[restcre-blog]

❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜

your sorrow was like something from a dream. 

                                                                         genji.

In the quiet of one of their many shared nights, Genji had told her his father liked to tell stories.

He did not often speak, so to have heard so personal a tale had riveted her. The mechanical hum of his voice had filled the air in a companionable way. He’d been wistful, and she—attentive. Research had been abandoned in favor of bedtime fairy tales and family legends. He told her of the way the cherry blossoms bloomed each Spring and how he’d once fallen from the branches of a grand tree in their courtyard. She’d smiled at the image of him throwing his shuriken and missing his targets in youth, and had been impressed when he told her the early age at which these abilities had begun to excel.

There’d been a whisper of something more. The start of an ending, perhaps.

( “My brother—” )

But then the air in his lungs had hitched, and they spoke no more of that.

The nights after that had been reduced to quiet once more. Days would pass where she’d not see him at all. In itself, it was not unusual to her. While she had become friends with Genji following his indoctrination to Blackwatch, they were each their own people and had jobs to do. Angela tried not to think of where he was those days that he was gone. If he wasn’t present at the headquarters, he was likely on a mission.

She wasn’t a fool. She knew what they made him do when he was gone.

What he let himself do after what he’d become.

But it wasn’t her place to chastise him. The agreement between Genji Shimada and the higher ups had nothing to do with her. In the end, they were both instruments to be used. She’d been the scalpel to save his life. Now he was their blade to take them. She knew this, and yet… The foul taste refused to leave her mouth, and her nails bit into the skin of her palm each time she thought over it too much.

So she worked. It came easily to her, after all—something she had been able to dedicate her life to after the comfort of family had been torn away by war. Knowledge, she’d found, was a resource that could never be stolen. Sinking into her research was like coming home again. Days came and went in the pursuit of better things.

After the fifth, Genji returned.

Relief had squeezed her in a vice grip, though she’d done nothing more than offer him a smile when he arrived. His usual seat found itself once more occupied. It felt… right. Like the room breathed easier knowing something was once more the way it should be. It would have been fine if it stayed that way. Perhaps it should have.

She didn’t know why she asked.

( “Will you tell me another story?” )

Something had moved in the crimson glow of his eyes. Brighter in the darkness, but filled with shadows. Silence lapsed between them, uncertain.

And then he told her of two dragon brothers. 

He told her of confusion and rage. Shattering lands and broken winds. It was unlike the other tales—half finished, faltering. Bitter. It was as if Genji could not fathom a happy ending. Angela’s lips parted, as if to question it. Perhaps to remark on how the story was quite sad. But Genji spoke first, and when he did, he met her eyes.

Her heart stopped, then stuttered—a staccato pulse as her head swam with the implications of his question.

“Genji,” she murmured, taken aback. Hurt beyond reason, beyond her rights to be hurt—the pain was his. “How could you…”

Easily, the doctor realized. Far too easily in his current state. What a fool she was to make him relive those days. Angela shook herself out of her shocked stupor, shaky fingers reaching up to brush blonde locks of hair from her face.

“You’re not a monster,” she insisted, anger and protectiveness ringing with each word. “You… You are a wonderful, kind person. You work so hard each and every day to make it through your obstacles. Your physical therapy was agony, and yet you pursued it fearlessly. You want to know why you survived?”

When had she raised her voice? Such an emotional display was unprofessional. It was unlike her.

But she couldn’t stop. Her cheeks flushed, eyes burning—and perhaps it was anger that threatened tears. Towards herself for making him think of such sorrowful things. Towards the people who had hurt him in such a way. Towards Overwatch for making a victim into their weapon.

She had done too little, and now it was too late.

“You survived because you were strong. Because I looked at you and I knew you were worth saving. Your life is precious, Genji Shimada, and I— I can only hope you will see that someday.”

[goodluckdetective]

oooh gency fantasy au??

Genji is a warrior brought back to life by a witch. When he declares vengeance on the brother who killed him, she comes with. There are dragons. Also a robotic monk.

[genjispeaks]

If you'd like children.. we could discuss it.

I feel like this is a conversation best suited for a long, free evening and some tea... perhaps dinner.

Now I feel nervous. Heh.

[genjispeaks]

Well ya got one out of the two done(stupid and in love). Also doubt Mercy'd kill ya

Luckily for me, she is an angel... not a siren.

[genjispeaks]

(Pharah speaks) it appears we both have eyes for Angela. Of course, I’m the better choice, especially considering I’m not her patient. There’s a Hippocratic oath, y’know.

I have more than eyes for her - all of me is for her, as long as she’d still have it. I do not understand why she chose me, or what she’s seen in me, but should she no longer desire me, she would be free to make this choice also and I would not question it.

I do not wish bad blood between us, especially over something such as this: Angela is not a prize to be fought over, and I shall not do so, either. It is her choice. I have said this before and even now I will stand by it.

As per her oath… yes, perhaps I should not see her about my ailments any more. It is simply so convenient to do, and I admit I have not been too careful with her oath, either. She was no longer my primary doctor at the time I came back to Overwatch, however - so I did not consider it much, and perhaps she didn’t, either. Ten years is a long time between seeing someone as your caretaker and seeing them as a friend. I would hope we have moved past the point we first started at, but perhaps I should take some responsibility here.

[genjispeaks]

Does your current relationship make you uncomfortable in any way? Conversations, clothes, intimacy?

Not much... closeness is still difficult. As I said, this is the first time I have tried to stay, and - I enjoy the stability, the promise of a tomorrow together, but trust does not come to me easily. Not even for the people whom I already trust with my life! Trusting them with touch is different altogether. It is a work in progress still.

[mercyspeaks]

🍎; you put quite some effort into being feminine, so I do not think this is a surprise for you. However, I am very fond of it. You are very beautiful, and you carry an elegant softness about you that is... most enjoyable.

Somehow I did not expect this from you. Thank you, Genji 😇

[genjispeaks]

aSk aNgElA fOr A dAnCe FiNaLlY gOsH dAmN iT😤😤😤😤

Maybe she would like to go for a dinner someplace we could dance...?

@mercyspeaks, consider this an invitation!

[genjispeaks]

Gonna marry angie??

Ah....................................................... I hope so!!

[genjispeaks]

3! please

3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.

She is... I’ve loved her forever. At first, I barely... she was the only good thing in the world. The only perfect thing, the only thing that shone a light into my darkness. I wanted her so badly, but I couldn’t touch her, my darkness was too much, and not only that, she would have never returned this affection; I was nothing but an experiment. Not to her, but to the organization - she was responsible for me. It wouldn’t have been right. But I wanted it and I wanted her, to hold her with my hands that weren’t human any longer, just to tell her, show her how I felt, how much it meant to me that she spent this time with me, that she treated me like a person when no one else would - when no one else would even look at me like I was still human, she saw me, as I was, still.

Heh. I never thought anything would come of us, not even after I’d left and she would have been released from her responsibility of me. Of course, she’ll never be completely free of it, but... the years that separated us in the physical have mostly released me from my dependence on her. I can survive as I am without her now. But I do not wish to, I do not wish to end up in a situation where she’s not there, where I cannot at least call her or write to her to ask - to talk, to simply hear her thoughts.

I love her like I’ve never loved anyone, partially, of course, because I never let myself love anyone, the thought always scared me, yet... there is something more to it, a sense of... determination, as if - I am not saying I was meant to meet her, but what I feel for her is meant to be. It has lasted this long for a reason, and to be able to hear her words, or feel her touch or see it in her eyes that she feels the same, I have never been more blessed.

[genjispeaks]

So small ceremony?? Who's the officiant?

I - haven’t thought of it. I always thought... if I’d ever be wedded, I would have a traditional Shinto wedding like everyone else around me. Ha... I do not know how the bureaucratics work, or who could possibly - ah - I wish for a tall bottle of sake... to calm the nerves.

Too bad I cannot drink.

Or perhaps I’d rather wish to hold a hand, which would be much easier and likely healthier for both myself and Angela. It would spare us both the headache.

I suppose we’d also need a witness. Is that not so? I’d nominate my brother but it would be an awkward reunion indeed.

[genjispeaks]

Are you ever going to get married?

It would be a dream come true. I barely dare to think of it.

[genjispeaks]

Trick or treat, meine liebe