#hanzo youre supposed to be DEAD

[lycankeyy]

I wanted to doodle Hanzo with my favorite ninja weapon and it somehow spiraled into this

[soulofamy]

im honestly confused at the people who say like "ashrah and syzoth get no development in the story theyre so random!" as if the story didnt take place when syzoth LITERALLY JUST TWO SECONDS AGO learned that his wife died??? yeah i expect him and ashrah to be friendly and cordial but lets imagine for a second here that they like,,,share a longer-than-it-should-be glance or something. something small. would that not have felt out of place? they literally just met, and again, syzoth JUST learned that his wife has been dead for months. so no i absolutely would not expect there to be a lick of chemistry between them during the events of the main story 😭 its extremely obvious that for them to be together time would have to pass first like i dont even understand why people are questioning that

[unwishablestars]

Hi I’m not sure if you take this type of requests and if you don’t you can just ignore it. Could you do Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, Lifewaever and Mauga (not sure if you writ for him) comforting their s/o after they got rescued from being kidnapped. Can you also add that the s/o was pregnant but had a miscarriage due to the kidnapping? If you don’t want to add the last bit that’s fine.

Thank you. 😊

I failed

Pair(s): Cassidy x Pregnant!Reader | Hanzo x Pregnant!Reader | Genji x Pregnant!Reader | Lifeweaver x Pregnant!Reader

Genre: Angst , Hurt/Comfort (little comfort ngl)

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Headcanons, Angst, Miscarriage, Multi-Character, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

TWs: Miscarriage, Kidnapping, Angst, Mildly-described violence

Summary: Cassidy/Hanzo/Genji/Lifeweaver's partner get kidnapped while pregnant leading to reader's miscarriage.

A/N: HIIIII ANONNNN!!! Thank you so much for your request!<3 I'm really sorry about the delay since life got in the way a bit :( And sorry I don't write for Mauga cuz idk how yet--- fresh hero ykyk</3 I hope you like this though!! Sorry for the delay again :(

Cassidy

Even before joining overwatch Cassidy was already a pretty wanted man due to him being part of the dead lock gang

And it never really changed when he joined overwatch

Though this time he wasn't a criminal but he was still in a dangerous field, but you always loved him because you've seen him in all the ways he loves you.

He was swooned when he met you.

One cheesy love story later, BOOM, you're preggers.

Whether you were a civilian or an agent, Cassidy WILL NOT let you get involved with his work while pregnant.

So he was absolutely distraught when he couldn't find you in you're shared home.

He walks through the door calling out for your name, ready to pamper you for the night, only to get no response.

Suddenly, he sees the signs of struggle. Knocked over furniture, thrown books, and just a general mess of your home

He is frantic.

Starts yelling your name, running around the house trying to look for you. "..Fuck..FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK"

After a few hours, they eventually locate you. They waste no time at all.

The plan was simple, (maybe even too simple), just get you out of there. Unharmed.

Cole, with worry and adrenaline as strong as ever, finds you tied to a chair. Crying, distraught, and bleeding.

Now you lay on the base's medic bay, face showing numbness as you learned the news of your baby.

Everyone had left after attempting to comfort you. All except for you lover.

He held your hand as he felt a familiar pain of loss, holding back tears, he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren't alone. And that he is so sorry.

"Darlin.. fuck.. I'm so sorry.. I was supposed to protect you. Our child.. it's my-- I'm so fucking sorry, love. Please.. please don't hate me."

Of course you didn't hate him. But too exhausted to speak, you brought his hand up to your cheek and weakly said "Just.. stay.."

"Darlin.. I will never leave your side."

Hanzo

Hanzo has been hiding in the shadows and constantly on the run for years. Alone. Until you, of course.

You offered to give him a place to stay after seeing him about to doze off sitting on a bench in the park

"No, it's fine. I'm just resting." He was literally about to pass out--

He had eventually opened up to you after much persistence and kindness, and grew incredibly fond of you.

To him, you brought him peace.

For a while, he tried to lessen contact with you as to avoid any conflicts with the people searching for him.

But he was conflicted when he found out you were pregnant. He did not want to leave your side but he also did not want to endanger you, especially in this state.

After some reassurance, he agreed to stay and take care of you.

He had hoped he would lay low enough that not only would he have to worry about your safety but also be able to be a present father to his child.

But when he came to your shared home and the door wide open, he fuckin lost it.

Frantically looking for you in your home, swearing all sorts in his home tongue didn't solve the issue.

He couldn't find you but he did find an envelope containing you're whereabouts.

They've been planning this for a while, how long were they watching him? Why did they only strike when you're health was so critical.

Hanzo was livid realizing this.

He headed to your location and found you tied to a chair, sac over your head, in a dimly lit warehouse

He knew it was a trap but ain't no way he would let anyone put a finger on you.

After being roughed up himself, (but ultimately beating the shit put of a of em) he took a look at you and saw the bruises, the scrapes

and the blood down there

he held you close, forever blaming himself for what happened

Genji

Genji and you met during your time in overwatch while they were in their prime

He was emo back then but you liked that,

And when he realized he liked you're unconditional admiration, he liked you too.

He didn't admit it of course, neither to himself nor to you but whatever.

Years later, Winston sends the recall.

And he was pleased to find out you had come back,

With a new mentality, a new acceptance of himself, and a more open acceptance of your love.

This time he made the first move, trying to act smooth like his pre-overwatch days, but his stuttering and nervousness gave it away though.

He was worried you'd remembered him as the angry and vengeful man he once was, but you saw who he was deep down

Which is the exact reason why he fell in love with you.

Eventually, after feeling a bit of morning sickness he urged you to go Mercy or Bap or anyone to help you get better.

Only for you to find out you're pregnant.

You stayed away from missions for a while as Genji requested, at most doing paperwork and helping a bit around the base.

But when the base was suddenly attacked, Genji pinned, yelling at you to stayed back.

You tuned out his pleads and gripped your weapon to help the father of your child.

And you did, but you were knocked out and taken away. He was too weak to reach you.

They immediately set out to rescue you, fully aware of your vulnerable state.

Though they had insisted for Genji to heal up first, through his broken visor, he shot them a glare that wouldn't stop him from saving his love.

After finding you in a cell, bruises all over in a weakened state, unconscious, he carried you back to the ship and held you close, eye getting watery.

You woke up in a hospital bed in the medbay, the first thing you notice being the ache your body feels, and the pain in your stomach.

Then, you notice your lover hold you close and tight.

Followed by the sorrowful looks of the doctors.

They left to give you two some space.

"I'm.. so sorry.. please.. forgive me.."

With tears in your eyes, you held each other close, never wanting to let go again.

Lifeweaver

You had worked alongside Lifeweaver in his development of biolight,

He loved having you at his side.

Soon he took you dates, brought you gifts and food, too show appreciation.

Not realizing he was indulging in his growing love for you.

After giving him some clarity of his feeling with a bold kiss, you two were inseparable, even more than before.

After you had missed you're period, you showed your lover the positive test and he way beyond joyful.

He always urged you to rest and didn't let you lift a finger. He didn't want you to be stressed or worried, he saw such beauty in you.

But those you wanted his biolight saw opportunity.

He was out buying food for you and his future baby but he came home to an open door, silence, thrown trinkets and portraits.

In his panic, he wondered whether or not he would need to contact his family. Or Satya. Or Baptiste. Anyone.

He received a video file on his desktop.

Asking for the acces to his biolight as well as the information to it's creation.

He was shaking, he wasn't strong enough to fight them on his own, he needed help. He needed you. Please come back to me.

He cannot wait any longer. He caved. Only for you. And for them.

He had sent all the information they needed. And as breathed heavily on his knees. He heard a vehicle arrive at his estate.

He hurried out, even almost tripping in the process, he needed to see you were okay, that you were both okay.

He saw you being lead to the front gate, and the abductors lackey walking back to their vehicle.

Giving him a face of no remorse.

As he held you in his arms once again, the look in your eyes had told him everything.

You two stayed there. Just feeling the comfort of what you two still had. Each other.

[mixelation]

(a)synchronicity - probably the very beginning

Tori was currently tied by the wrist to two other people, part of a chain of five civilians and one shinobi. They stood out in the rain, in a muddy field outside of Ame. Hanzo stalked back and forth in front of them. 

Needless to say, Tori’s day wasn’t going the way she had planned. 

“You are the absolute scum of the earth,” Hanzo wheezed out through the filter over his mouth. “You are traitors and usurpers. Did you really think we would let you get away?”

The Ame Tori knew– the one twenty or so years in the future– would have let civilians move out, if they could prove they needed to. She could have written herself a very compelling letter about having no familial or professional ties and no job prospects, laid out a plan for how she'd be so good at a job somewhere else in the country, and she would have gotten exit papers. 

Apparently in mid-Civil War Ame, even civilians were under suspicion of joining the rebels. Despite being homeless for the last month, despite not having a single thing to her name because she was not even from this time, despite not doing a single thing for Ame or its wars, Tori was meant to stay in Ame even if she starved. That was giving your life to a village, according to Hanzo’s ongoing mental breakdown. 

“I’d rather die here than live another day serving you,” the shinobi that was supposed to be guiding them out snarled. Then she spat into the mud. 

Why, Tori thought. There was no talking her way out of this, not with that attitude. 

“As you wish,” Hanzo answered. His hands rose towards his face. There was a shuffling around them as the Ame-nin holding their sad little group at sword-point pulled gas masks over their mouths and noses. 

Why would sewing a piece of salamander into yourself do that? Tori wondered as she watched purple fumes pour from Hanzo’s mouth. 

She didn’t have it in her to feel fear. She’d done nothing but squat in abandoned, cold buildings and beg for food for the past month. She probably hadn’t gotten properly dry the entire time. She didn’t even have the energy to feel angry. She was just annoyed and tired. 

The poison made all her neurons misfire. Pain shot through random parts of her body, and her legs convulsed and knocked her over. She dragged down both the people she was tied to– or maybe they dragged her down? It was hard to tell. They were one twitching mass of limbs and shrieks of pain at Hanzo’s feet. 

“Tell your filth friends when you see them,” Hanzo said, voice no longer distorted by the mask, “that I will not stop even when Hell is full.”

Tori knew she was properly dead by then, because the gnawing hunger of the Shinigami spread inside her, becoming a part of her, driving out her own feelings. If Hanzo was going to fill her stomach, why wasn’t he? Why was he wasting her time with this measly meal?

It almost felt good to be one with the Shinigami, who did not feel cold or tired, just hungry, always hungry. Except, today she also felt… 

What are you? The Shinigami wondered. But gods did not have to experience time strictly linearly like humans, and it puzzled it together quickly. Disgusting, Tori thought of her own soul, and then suddenly had the very human instinct to vomit. 

She could feel the souls of the five other people in her stomach. She could also feel arms cutting her hands free and then dragging her through the thick mud of the field. Her nerves twitched. This was probably just what corpses killed by Hanzo did, because the person dragging her didn’t react. 

This is a vile feeling, the Shinigami thought. Or perhaps it was what Tori thought. How dare a human touch me?

Tori had to fight to stay limp as repulsion filled her. Then she was being dumped down a hill along with the other bodies. 

Ah, the Shinigami-in-her-head thought. The carcasses after a meal. And yet I’m still hungry…

Tori had been dumped into a mass grave, on top of a pit of rotting human bodies half-submerged in mud. Bile rose in her mouth, but she fought it back down, flailing for the edge of the pit. She refused to look down or think too hard as the Shinigami faded from her brain. 

It took a long time and many failed attempts to crawl her way up the muddy slope. 

Tori allowed herself to splay out in the mud for a few minutes. The Ame-nin were long gone. She hated dying, but it was a convenient little trick. 

The poison still had lingering effects, and she stumbled over her own feet several times as she headed to the forest at the edge of the field. Her vision was spotted. But she was alive, and she was getting the hell out of Rain Country. 

xXx

Tori was still in Rain Country. Travel was… challenging. Rain Country was at war with itself and its neighboring countries. Ninja occupied towns and roads and would randomly show up and kill you for no reason, or perhaps confiscate your supplies if you were lucky. The ninja came from every country, having made Ame the stage for their stupid Third War. 

She had money now, though, at least. Ninja here weren’t any better at not getting tricked than they were in her timeline. 

“What do you mean, kill them?” the farmer’s wife said. “They’re ninja!”

“They’re not even conscious,” Tori countered. She pressed the knife at the woman again. “They’ll die like anyone.”

The farmer’s wife seemed doubtful, her eyes nervously flickering over to her dining room where three young men sat slumped over their seats. 

“Fine, I’ll show you,” Tori said, turning on her heel and marching back into the room. 

It was nice of the farmer’s wife to let her stay with them, curled up in the dry hay of her barn. The ninja had been here since Tori had, because she’d stalked them here. 

The farmer’s wife had old medications prescribed to her husband, from before the supply shortages and before her husband had died resisting a ninja raid. It had taken very little convincing from Tori to get the woman to crush up pills into the food she served the ninja. And then it had worked, because ninja had a hard time believing non-ninja weren’t idiots. They hadn’t expected a young civilian like Tori asking a bunch of stupid questions to be a distraction for another civilian doing something dangerous. 

Of course, there was a period between being drugged and passing out where the ninja had realized something was wrong. There were several kunai in the walls and a huge scorch across the wooden dining table from them freaking out. This was probably why the farmer’s wife had refused to enter the room, despite being gungho about the plan just an hour ago. 

The drugs worked just as well as the warning label had promised, though. There were all out like alight, breath and limbs heavy

Tori hovered over the biggest of the three ninja with the knife. A Konoha headband glinted back up at her. It was funny. She’d always just assumed Konoha-nin would be kinder than everyone else, but they weren’t. They would barge into some lady’s house, scare the shit out of her kids, and demand free room and board, just like any other ninja. The farmer’s wife had no idea what village had killed her husband, and it didn’t matter. All ninja were ninja to someone like her. 

Tori fiddled with the knife. She wasn’t… she didn’t… well. She didn’t mind the idea of killing someone with a knife, but she had no idea how to do it cleanly. 

She ended up turning the knife on herself and making a little incision into the fatty part of her forearm for blood. It would take some extra time and finagling, but fuuinjutsu was almost always what she was most comfortable with. She patted the ninja down for a spare fuuinjutsu brush– a lot of them had them, even if all they knew how to do was re-ink storage scrolls– and set about making a seal that would disrupt the ninja’s chakra just long enough to kill them. 

It took long enough that the farmer’s wife regained the courage to creep into the kitchen.

“You’re one of them,” she gasped at the seal Tori had drawn in blood across the table. 

“Um,” Tori said, settling the third ninja’s hand into place on the seal. “No I’m not?”

She smeared the last character into place with her finger, to activate the seal. She’d drawn the seal imperfectly, as it was on a random table in blood rather than traditional methods, and a lot of very dramatic smoke escaped. 

The farmer’s wife made a lot of dramatic, outraged spitting noises. She didn’t even seem relieved when Tori confirmed all three men were dead now. 

She kicked Tori out, although she did nothing but stand around and accuse Tori of being a lying bitch while Tori patted down the corpses for useful things. Like more pocket change. Or travel supplies. Or– gasp!– sealing ink and a bunch of blank tags!

“Which village sent you?” the farmer’s wife demanded, waving around another knife she’d picked up at some point. “Don’t you dare send any more of your freak friends out here!”

“I suggest burning the bodies,” Tori told her and she packed up her new goodies to leave and wiped the table clean of evidence. She didn’t need any shinobi getting wind of her fuuinjutsu. “Or anything else to hide their identities.”

Of all the villages, Konoha was most likely to send people to investigate random disappearances. They liked tracking where their bloodline limits ended up. Or, at least, that’s what the Iwa-nin that Tori had failed to convince to go engage a Konoha team had said as his excuse.  

The temperature was dropping as she hiked away from the farm. Maybe there was a way to use fuuinjutsu to temperature-regulate her tent… no, that seemed like it needed a lot of testing to make sure she didn’t set it on fire in the night…

Tori’s hands balled into fists as she walked. Why was even finding a warm bed impossible? Or someone to just be nice to her, without suspicion and threats?

****

TORI KILL COUNT: 3

[struckd0wn]

I'll Make You Mine ── Hanzo Shimada

Hanzo Shimada × ftm!reader

CW: mentions of noncon (not w/ Hanzo), Hanzo leads Shimada Clan AU, sex slave, reader had top surgery, clit and cunt used as describing anatomy, he's gentle :3, mention of scars and bruising from previous experiences,

A/N: this lowkey drags on so mb, also dk if I hate it or like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You were on your way to the Master's room, nervous and shaky as two women led you there. They had retrieved you at his request. First they took you to the bathhouse, pampering you with soft hands, making sure to not miss a single spot. The two scrubbed and washed your hair, almost relaxed if it weren't for your nerves. The bath was filled with cherry blossom soap, probably made with the trees just outside the Shimada castle. After, they dried you off promptly before adorning you in a plush robe that came down just below you knees.

You had been in the castle for a little over a month now, having been captured by the Shimada clansmen. You had gotten yourself stuck in business you had no need to be in and it led you here. You were supposed to be dead, and maybe you would have preferred to be. Instead they kept you in a room, by yourself, to be used by the men of the castle for their pleasure. They were rough, you deserved it according to them. They had spared you so you owed them, and you payed with you body, and although you were greatful at first you didn't care much for it now. The ladies of the clan would come by twice a day with food, which you would eat with bound hands and the door locked at all times. You weren't bathed, simply wiped down with a damp rag after every use.

Word about you had gotten around fast, in your first week you were visited more times than you could count, and now he wanted to see you. You never met Hanzo truly, only seeing him in passing or hearing about him from the clans members. But he had never stopped to see you, you wondered if he even knew about you, and here you were on your way to his private bedroom.

You'd better behave, one of the women would tell you. He's the Master, you cannot upset him. The more and more they warned you, the more and more tense you got. But you couldn't turn back now, standing right outside what you assumed was his bedroom door.

"Master Shimada, he is ready for you." The other woman chimed out, giving you a worried look before sliding the door open. You stood there, completely silent as you took in the scene in front of you.

His room was boring. A futon, low to the floor on a short wooden frame, pushed head side to the wall. Next to the bed was a nightstand, similar to the one in your room, that housed a small bonsai tree. He sat with his back turned to the three of you. The sliding doors in front of him opened to reveal a private garden, dark but lit with small lanterns, the curtains blowing gently in the crisp summer wind. Next to him on the floor was an incense stick, the smoke wafting through the room almost creating a fog. He wore his typical blue, only this time a yukata, one shoulder uncovered to reveal his tattoo, his hair down and draping over his shoulders.

The clans woman pushed you into the doorway, causing you to stumble slightly as the door shut behind you. You stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with your robe. "Sit." He speaks out, holding a hand out twords the futon. You flinch before rushing over to kneel on the bedding. You again wait, watching as he lifts the incense stick, blowing it out and tapping the ash into it's holder. The wind feels cold on you collar bone were the robe doesn't cover but you don't say anything. He turns slowly, looking at you for the first time. Your face feels warm and you try to prepare yourself for whatever might happen.

Hanzo stands up, walking twords you. You can't help but admit he is a very attractive man, much better than the clansman that would bed you every night. You avoid his eyes, gaze wandering to his tattoo that spans across his exposed chest and left arm. The Master sits in front of you, looking you in the eye. "I will stop... If you want me to." His voice is soft but raspy and you're surprised at the suggestion. No one had given you the option before. You nod your head a little at this and he continues.

The bigger man leans forward, gently pushing you at the chest to lay down. Your nerves are at their peak, staring up at the clans leader. He rest himself between your legs, pulling you so your legs rest on his thighs. The man in blue is silent the whole time and you almost wish he'd say something, or at least direct you so you do him no wrong. Hanzo's large hands find you thighs below the robe, pushing the fabric up to see.

You busy yourself with looking at the ceiling. His hands rub the fat of you thighs, one hand stops, and his thumb pushes down over one of the many bruises. You hiss out in pain and your hand flies down to grab at the Master's wrist before you can even think about. Panic. "Sir! I'm sorry, I didn't-" your words are cut off shorts as he flips his hand in yours, instead taking your wrist. But it's not angry, he holds it softly in his own. His eyes fall onto the ring of red on your wrist where your hands were bound together. Tutting his lips, Hanzo leans down to press a kiss to the bruise on your thigh, then to your injured wrist. You stare down at him in awe.

"If I was aware they were hurting you, I wouldn't have let this go on for so long," He admits to you. "You do as they ask and they are still greedy." Hanzo's voice is sad, disappointed in his followers for your poor treatment. Even if you had gotten into their business, you were serving your "duties" yet they still found time to disrespected you.

He drops your hand, continuing up to the bow that held you robe together. The man watches your reaction as you gulp heavily, but he persists, unraveling the tie and letting the robe fall off your front. He doesn't make efforts to take it off of you entirely, his hand moving up to hold you at your plush hips. He squeezes at you love handles with a small smile, taking you all in with one look. You refuse to meet his eye but Hanzo doesn't object, his right hand sliding down to your crotch and the other to you chest. One thumb strokes the scarred flesh of your pectorals and the other finds your clit, applying a pressure that makes you squirm.

Hanzo is completely enamored by you. Robe half off, skin glowing under the moonlight that shines in from the still open door to the garden. You hide your face from him but you can't hide the moans that escape you and the way your hips move to chase his touch. It's the first time someone had stopped to touch you how you wanted. He wasn't just taking, also giving as he rubs you to near explosion, just watching you wiggle below him, indulging in your sounds.

Life as a clans leader was lonely, the Master didn't have time for relationships outside of business so this within itself was a treat. He had heard about you, his clansman weren't discrete about you, not at all. But the thought weighed heavy in his mind about having you for a night, and he wasn't regretting it now that he had you.

You feel your peak nearing but the man doesn't allow it for a second, pulling his hands away. You let out a deprived whine but he's to busy now, moving his yukata out of the way to reveal his hard cock underneath. "Don't worry, you'll get your fill soon enough." Is his response to your whining. He stroked himself with a low rumble before running his tip through your folds. You take this time to finally look at him, as now he was to busy to notice.

His face was serious yet relaxed. Hanzo was a fit guy, you traced around his muscles with your eyes, watching as the tattoo formed around them perfectly. You wanted to see more, so feeling a little daring you reached out twords him. Your finger hooks under the fabric of his obi, the band of fabric that held the yukata together. Tugging very gently at it, this gets his attention. The Masters eyes find your finger, then your eyes. Hanzo smiles sweety down at you, using both of his own hands to remove the obi. After, he shrugs the yukata off his other shoulder, fully revealing himself to you.

Before you can look for another second. He pushes his tip into you, your head rolling back against the pillow. Hanzo moves slowly, pushing inward with his hips and it doesn't take long before the two of you are connected at the base. The man's large hands find your hips again and he uses them for leverage as he pulls out painfully slow. He watches every expression, listening to every noise you make.

He begins to move faster, thrusting into you with a pace that makes you head go foggy. The drag of his cock as he pulls out is almost teasing you before he slams back in. You can't help but get a bit louder now, but he can't either. Your moans are sweet and his are ragged, grunting over you eagerly. Hanzo leans over to kiss you, lips connecting to yours, moving slowly as he swallows each whine that comes from you. The feeling excites him, he grips tighter on your hips, fucking you deeper into the mattress below. His lips move down to kiss your jaw, then neck, his ear positioned near you mouth. You're loud, but he doesn't care. You smell like the trees that surround his home, his castle. You're soft and lovely to handle, not to mention how good you felt. By the minute Hanzo grew more and more obsessed with you, beyond the point of sex, he found himself wanting to know you.

"I am drunk on you," He admits out loud. You just barley process it, but you are truly flattered. By now he's entirely wrapped around you. His large arms wrap around your middle as he ruts into you endlessly. "My senses are full of you, I can't get enough of the way you feel, how you look, how you moan for me. I imagine you taste just as perfect, " Hanzo confesses. "I bet they say the same thing, but who wouldn't. You're beautiful." He continues on thrusting into you faster than before, the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping. The thing is, they didn't say the same things. To the others you were just a good fuck for whenever they needed. You wondered how they could be so relentless and brutal but their leader is wrapped around you and desperately telling you how amazing you are.

Hanzo pulls the two of you upwards, now sitting on his thighs as he fucks upwards into you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and your head leans down to rest on your bicep. He watches as you barley have the energy anymore, the two of you growing more tired, but your end is fastly approaching. "I won't let them treat you badly anymore. You're mine, I want to know you. I want to treat you nicely, but only if you allow me." Hanzo tells you, and if feels nice to have a choice, nice to feel wanted instead of being constantly degraded. You whine in response, and finally you feel yourself snap.

Your orgasms is strong and you tense in his arms before fully letting go. You moan his name as you wrap around him tighter. His breathing is harsh and he's still pushing into you eagerly, the feeling of you realising over his cock is to much as your walls flutter over him and soon enough he's finishing too. Hanzo groans loudly, hissing in pleasure as he cums inside of you, gently fucking into your sweet pussy. He pulls out slowly, your legs and his waist are covered in your combined slick. You relish in the feeling for as long as you can, having been the first orgasm to come purely from pleasure to happen for a while. The man leaves you, and you wondered if he'd just leave you there to be picked up, after everything he had said. He's back before you know it, back at your side with a glass of water and a rag.

After he cleans you he lays beside you, facing you. It's all a bit awkward now, but you're to tired to care. "I meant what I said..." His voice is quite, but you hear him. "I've seen you. I've overhead you and my maids talking and I grew interested in you. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to see the leader of the clan that is keeping you here." He tells you, his hands move to brush the hair out of your face. "I really didn't know they were hurting you and for that I am sorry. If you'd let me... I'd love to make it up to you." The wind picks up a bit outside, but the air is warm. The moon is shining in onto the two of you, it illuminates his face with it's serious expression.

"I'd like that..." You whisper back, closing your eyes to fall asleep.

[running-with-the-feels]

I will be doing that Kenshi character analysis when I have more free time (life's been hectic lately), but until then, please take my headcanons:

Kenshi chews hard candies. This is apparently a genetic trait since Takeda does the same thing.

Frost's real name is Morya (pronounced mori-ya) and she's Russian and Kazakh.

Her hair was also originally black but turned white with age. Which is a common thing for cryomancers, the fact that Kuai Liang has any black hair at his big age is nothing short of a miracle.

Sonya is a kleptomaniac and was a chronic shoplifter in her early teen years (a habit that took months to break). Nothing big just some snack food but she still finds herself pocketing things she's not supposed to.

Liu Kang's favorite song is One Week by Barenaked Ladies. If he's being honest, it kinda reminds him of his relationship with Kung Lao. (I have so many Liu Kang headcanons it's unreal but I'm going to limit myself to one for this ask)

This one's long:

Bi Han, before being kidnapped by the Lin Kuei, wanted to be an opera singer. He wasn't good at singing to start out, but one of his mom's friends worked at an opera house and was happy to give him free lessons. After being initiated into the Lin Kuei he was banned from indulging in hobbies as they were seen as meaningless. But he continued to practice if he had time on solo missions. He saw it as his own act of freedom/rebellion.

Then Hanzo tore his head off. As Noob he didn't even get to try, since the whole mind control business. Sometimes he'd find himself unconsciously falling back into old habits leading to people being unnerved when Noob fucking Saibot started hitting notes high enough to crack glass at them like some kind of horror movie.

Even after getting his humanity restored, his vocal cords were permanently damaged and pushing his voice too hard results in coughing fits, soreness, and losing his voice for days at a time. And when he does sing, it's strained and sometimes hurts. But if Bi Han's anything it's stubborn so he continues to "build up his tolerance" as he calls it.

EEEEEEEEEE can't wait to see it and I love these

The first time Sonya sees Kenshi chew a hard candy she walks straight into a wall in horror. Cassie does the same when she catches Takeda doing it.

The only people allowed to call Frost Morya are Kuai Liang and Cassie. Kuai Liang only ever does it when she's ill or injured and though she'll never admit it she finds it very comforting, and Cassie calls her that whenever she wants to kiss her really bad (bc Frost always kisses her when she does)

Kuai Liang still has black hair that oddly shows no sign of greying, but his eyes tend to flicker between their normal brown and a terrifyingly bright blue whenever he has a strong emotion, a trait also common in cryomancers.

Johnny is actually Sonya's biggest supporter in breaking her habit of nicking things and is the only person she's ever met that hasn't judged her for it, which she appreciates

Kung Lao's fav song is all star by smash mouth and he's the one who introduced Liu Kang to most of the music that Liu Kang knows (pls tell me your Liu Kang hc if you get the chance, I Beg)

Bi-Han used to sing lullabies to Kuai Liang and Tomáš in the Lin Kuei and Enenra can still be founding humming the tunes along to himself after a hard battle.

Noob got a bit of a reputation as a siren in the Netherrealm bc if you heard him singing it meant you were already dead.

After they resurrected Bi-Han and he began living at the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang, Hanzo eventually came to apologize for killing him, it didn't go well but Hanzo is trying to atone and Bi-Han is struggling to stay angry about it (especially when Kuai Liang wants them to get along so bad)

Hanzo found out about the damage to his vocal chords and sought out an edenian tea said to be able to aid in the healing of such wounds, gifting it to the shadow wielder as part of his apology.

Bi-Han will never admit it but it actually works and being able to sing without pain again, even if only for as long as the tea is in effect, is the first thing to make him really feel human again

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bireena & kuaizo thoughts

bi-han: I see you became friends.

sareena: Your brother is actually so kind to me

sareena: but not as kind to me as to Hanzo, that’s even kind of cute

bi-han: wait what-

kuai liang: …

sareena: ..I’m not supposed to say that, am I?

bi-han: Kuai, don’t tell me it’s Hanzo Hasashi, just fucking don’t

kuai liang: *dead silence*

bi-han: *judgemental mode ON*

bi-han: KUAI LIANG

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Figured I'd pop in and ask you this question:

So I'm writing some lore for my oc and I was wondering if you had any sources for how Bi-Han is as a brother. The thing I'm working on is supposed to be angsty given what Bodaway's backstory is, but I'm afraid that with what little I know about Bi-Han I might accidentally make him into a complete prick. Like I want there to be some tension and distance between my oc and Bi-Han but like not to the point of Bi-Han being ooc if that makes sense?

You don't have to answer this right away, as I understand you've got a lot on your plate. I know I've already said this, but I do hope things get a bit better for you ^.^

Hello love! So, I have a couple posts I’ve made in the past about this that I’ve mentioned it before here, here, here, here and here.

I feel very strongly that at least in Midway and NRS timelines not including MK1 (2023) Bi-Han was a fiercely protective yet asshole of a brother, the type to pick on Kuai Liang himself but kick anyone else’s ass who tries to start anything with his little brother. I’ve often rambled that Bi-Han protected Kuai Liang growing up and would often confess to misdeeds Kuai Liang was actually responsible for because he didn’t want his little brother to suffer. I personally headcanon Bi-Han has a pretty scared up back from being beat with bamboo (which was a common punishment in Imperial China) so often when the brothers were growing up. I don’t think you have to worry about making him too much of a prick because short answer he is one, long answer he’s a prick but he has good reason to be one. He’s the oldest, he has all the responsibilities and burdens that come with being the oldest brother as well as the Grandmaster’s grandson (their Grandfather is Grandmaster before Sektor’s father takes over which leads me to believe in the older time lines Papa Zero is dead, it’s unclear if Bi-Han did it or not). He’s treated and raised differently than Kuai Liang is, he’s raised to be crueler and colder than Kuai Liang because he should be the next Grandmaster or at least that was the game plan until Papa Zero dies. Bi-Han most likely had to kill their Grandfather or their father or maybe both in order to become the next Sub-Zero and to do that he has to kill his emotions at a very young age but he doesn’t want Kuai Liang to be the same way. So, he makes sure he’s always the bad guy so Kuai Liang doesn’t have to be, he always takes care of things. He’s a very dedicated and hardworking individual and had to step into the role of both big brother and father figure for Kuai Liang. They’re all each other had until Tomas joins the Lin Kuei and suddenly Bi-Han finds himself with two little brothers to look out for and protect.

I base a lot off this off of how desperate Kuai Liang is to find out what happened to Bi-Han in MK9 and in Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms (which isn’t really canon but it’s kharacter building so we’re gonna use it) he absolutely sobs about the loss of Bi-Han. You do not hunt down someone or sob about a loss if you don’t genuinely love and care about that person. So, that solidifies to me that Bi-Han was an excellent older brother or else Kuai Liang wouldn’t have hunted Hanzo down, he wouldn’t have been in tears fighting his brother’s killer, he wouldn’t be distraught with grief and loss and wouldn’t live on in his brother’s place if Kuai Liang didn’t love and genuinely admire Bi-Han. A bad older brother doesn’t get that, a bad older brother gets a “oh pity, did he leave a will?” I actually have another piece that touches a bit on their relationship but implies they were actually twins which you can read here. Bi-Han is an asshole yes, but he’s also a good brother, you can be both, my brothers are great examples of this. They are absolute assholes to each other and occasionally to me but still would do absolutely anything for any of us. They teased and bullied me growing up just like Bi-Han teased and bullied Kuai but they covered up for me when I got in trouble just like Bi-Han covered up for Kuai Liang.

Bi-Han is a very complicated, layered asshole, he’s not just pompous ego and bravado. If you haven’t watched it I would really recommend watching a play through of Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero it gives a really good idea on Bi-Han’s attitude of asshole but reluctantly does the right thing when he needs to. The story mode for MK9 is also helpful to see his attitude as a kharacter but unfortunately there’s really nothing showing Bi-Han and Kuai Liang together. So all we have to go off of is how Kuai Liang reacts to Bi-Han’s death. Bi-Han as Noob Saibot famously tell Kuai Liang that “we share blood but we are not brothers” because Noob Saibot is Bi-Han stripped of every positive feeling and emotion. Kuai Liang parrots his back to him in MK11 so they very much have a strained relationship after Bi-Han’s death but not while he was alive, I refuse to believe that.

Basically it’s up to a lot of interpretation because we don’t see any of their childhood or them even interacting with each other but I have written a lot on my take about their relationship. Like I suggested though if you haven’t already, please watch Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero, Mortal Kombat 9, Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle or the Realms and feel free to ask or DM me any questions you have. I’m also more than happy to give you my discord username if you’d rather chat there but I’m more than happy to chat about all things Bi-Han and Lin Kuei and discuss how their kharacter progression looks like.

That invitation is for anyone in the fandom if they have any Sub-Zero Bros or Lin Kuei questions, I’m not Boon or Papa Tobias but I have been playing the games since 1992 and have a very good grasp of the lore. I also love what if situations and extrapolating logical conclusions to those situations and think about Bi-Han basically constantly. I’d much rather you lovelies come to me than try and google things and wind up on the weird fan wiki that says Bi-Han is 36 when he’s 32 and gives Sektor and Cyrax fake names, spoilers Felix is NOT Cyrax’s name, it’s just a made up fan name used by this sketch ass wiki same with Sektor, they don’t have canon names. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas Vbrada are the only canon names for the love of the Elder Gods stay off this cursed fanmade wiki. Please. Also, I’ve said this before too but please, please don’t make the mistake of thinking Liang is a surname, it isn’t, Kuai Liang is his full first name, just like Bi-Han is his complete first name, the Sub-Zero brothers do not have a canon last name. Only Tomas has a canon last name in the Lin Kuei.

Ok I think that maybe answers your question, hopefully I know there was some powerful rambling in there. There’s a lot of stuff to sort through so like I said if any of you lovelies have questions please feel free to ask me.

@den-kunn I’m tagging you in this because I’ve seen you use Felix for Cyrax and if that’s a personal choice than by all means go for it but I don’t want you to be mislead by that fan wiki and think it’s his canon name when it’s not. I’m just trying to look out for you if you don’t want me to though that’s totally fine just let me know. I’m not trying to police anyone or anything I just know that fan wiki is notorious for spreading the wrong information and I don’t want you lovelies getting confused or mislead by the misinformation that wiki spreads. Because there are mean people out there that will start shit over the small inaccuracies and I don’t want any of you lovelies getting chewed out because this stupid fan wiki made something up.💙

If anyone else wants to be tagged in Lin Kuei or Sub-Zero Bros lore stuff and rambling then just let me know and I’m more than happy to start a tag list. Have a good night lovelies 💙

[darling-answers]

Hey it me again! I was wondering if you could write a request with Genji and Hanzo with a sister reader suffering from a disability or disease?

Owner - This is right up my alley way! I will be writing base off my disability’s sense it didn’t specify, this is based on how I perceive it and I hope it to your liking❤️

I suffer from a lot of leg disability which makes me sometimes not be able to walk because it painful or my legs feel tingly.

This could be spoilers if you have not seen Dragons

Hanzo

- This man Has all the respect he gives to you, He knows sometimes you aren’t feeling the best and your self confidence are plumbing down because of how everyone overshadows you because there to busy looking on your disability being a more of a burden than the outstanding qualities you have.

- When there days when you can’t walk or your legs are to numb to even move you can expect Hanzo to be on his hands and feet helping his little sister with doing basic necessities even when the servants of the shimada beg him to allow them to help the shimada sister out, Hanzo refuses, as the oldest and also the protected and next head of the clan he refuses to let his younger sister be seen as inferior. She is just as perfect and noble as him and he will not let anyone tell him no.

- Once the Fight with Genji happen and Hanzo left the shimada clan, the whole time he worried about you, the fact your all alone and having to take on Hanzo burden while also carrying your own made Hanzo morn more not for only genji but for you, knowing how he was your protected and he stripped you away from that for a selfish act of trying to protect you only to backstabbed you.

- Once Genji is revealed to be alive and Hanzo snuck back into the palace to commemorate the battle between him and his younger brother he finally meets up with you, he expected you to punch or smack him, but when you just gave a smile at him, his heart flutter and that promise he made to you, promising to love and protect you no matter what, reflects now upon him taking care of you no matter what chance he gets.

- I definitely feel he realizes a little bit ago that you always saw him snuck into the palace on the anniversary but woudlnt say anything because of the heartache between you two and the fact the servants would definitely catch on, that she might be seeing someone on top of both the shimada brothers dispersing of the clan on the day.

——————- Game Conversation

Shimada sister - I remember sneaking into the palace on days where I wasn’t supposed to… I miss the old Genji and Hanzo who had no pain and heartache. 

Hanzo- You were always unsuccessful in sneaking up on us but we still allow you to my dear sister, while the old Hanzo and Genji are dead, do you think that we could make the new one better?

Genji

- When he was younger he felt jealousy because he didn’t realize what was the matter with you and would get scolded for how brutal his words towards you not realize how Much harder you had than him. When the accident happened on your 7th birthday that when he truly realized how fragile you were and he made Hanzo and himself promise to always protect you and to never let anything bad happen to you.

- He use to pick up trinkets on the side of the road or at a concession stand when he felt like you may like it, and he would give it to you knowing that you couldn’t go outside often and when you did you were only allowed on supervision around the perimeter. He made sure to take time, knowing about your favorite color and everything that you liked so when he got home from seeing under the palace that he would give you some thing of your liking.

- when he would bring a girl home because he was a playboy if they even dared to insult you in any way on your disability, he would first Kick there ass and then kick them out of the palace not even caring about his reputation or how much he liked the woman. Your health and happiness matter above everything else and no matter how uncomfortable a situation could be, he knows that his life should be taken for granted because he doesn’t have to suffer the way you do everyday.

- He thinks you’re absolutely badass for always having a smile on your face even when you were in pain, never showing weakness to your family members, or the servants. He thinks on all else you deserve the title of heir.

- when the incident happened between the brothers, his heart would ache knowing the fact that you didn’t know if he was alive or dead, and when he came out that he supposedly died, he wishes he told you sooner that he was alive to not let you suffer the heartache of losing both of your brothers in all ways possible.

- when he revealed his face to Hanzo he made his brother promise that he would always take care of the shimada sister and protect her from anyone who ever tries to get revenge against any of what the clan or the brothers did. He would stand behind your shadow like a guard dog waiting for someone to dare make a bad move on you.

- when he revealed you that he was alive he would still leave small trinkets to you every time you would fall asleep, he would wait for you to fall asleep to make sure that you were protective and then plant your favorite kind of flowers in a vase so you would know he is always with you even if you couldn’t see him. 

——- Game conversation

Shimada sister - “ you know you always have a place by my side as my heart still beats for the urge for you to take your place next to me.”

Genji - “ your loyalty for your people and the people around you shows how kind your soul is, they do not deserve that type of respect you give sister. You deserve much better than what they give you credit for.”

[summerwritesfics]

🪦♠️You Poor Sweet Innocent Thing, Dry Your Eyes And Testify

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1539 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Abduction, Whump, Whumpee!Kuai Liang, Whumper!Quan Chi, Revenge, Blood and Injury, Freeze Response, Degradation, Creepy Whumper, Implied/Referenced Torture, Home Invasion (Sorta I guess?), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Non-Consensual Touching, Hanzo isn’t here but the fact he & Kuai are together is a big plotpoint so??? @badthingshappenbingo: I Have You Now, My Pretty

Bad Things Happen Bingo Masterlist - It’s Better To Be Broken Than To Break Masterlist

Notes: good news; this is the last fic I’m posting in this particular batch (this should post from my queue on Tuesday/Wednesday maybe depending on timezone I think). 😂 Bad news; I’ll be back next weekend, I still got a hell of a lot of backlog to get through lol. Did this one for another bingo card, but it made me remember a similar premise I’d had of a series of whump fics with Quan Chi kidnapping Kuai Liang to get revenge on Hanzo and torturing him. Sooo… I’m kinda revisiting that now 😭 It is legit just so I can have an excuse to write nasty whump fics of poor Kuai lol. Title is from Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence

It was a loud bang that awoke him.

Kuai Liang shot upright in his bed, looking around the dark room, groggy and confused. He was staying at the Fire Gardens, he remembered that much, although he was alone in Hanzo’s quarters. His husband had been called out for an emergency in the early evening, and didn’t believe he’d be back until the morning.

As Kuai was about to settle back down, believing the bang was probably a Shirai Ryu recruit or guard dropping something, there was another sound. One that was slightly more worrying, given it sounded like a scream.

He threw the covers off of him, scrambling to get out of bed. This wasn’t his clan, but he still owed it to Hanzo to make sure everyone here was safe. He ran towards the door, throwing it open to go and investigate.

Only to be met with two red eyes staring at him in the darkness.

Before he could react, he felt himself being hit by some sort of energy. There was nothing he could really do to stop himself from flying backwards, until he painfully slammed into the wall. As he slid down, he groaned slightly, trying to scramble to stand up. He felt his wrists being jerked backwards, a green glow engulfing them and pinning him against the wall. Footsteps began to approach him, and he snapped his head around to see who his assailant was.

Standing in the doorway, looking down at him with a predatory grin, was none other than Quan Chi.

“Well, this is interesting isn’t it?” Quan Chi taunted, sauntering over towards where he had Kuai Liang trapped. “I had heard that you had both made amends, but I would never have expected Scorpion to actually bed you.”

“You-“ Kuai’s breath hitched. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Did you really believe I wouldn’t have a contingency plan for the event of my death?” Quan Chi rolled his eyes. “What sort of necromancer do you take me for?”

Kuai snarled and tried to jerk forward, the restraints on his wrists stopped him however. Quan Chi gave a dramatic sigh, flicking his hand in Kuai’s direction. His head snapped backwards, and when he glanced down, that same green magic was snaking around his neck.

“I will admit, I am disappointed that Scorpion isn’t here to greet me.” Quan Chi reached Kuai Liang’s feet, sneering down at him. “I was expecting such a heartfelt reunion.”

“I will never tell you where he is,” Kuai defiantly snarled, holding his head as high as he could. Quan Chi could torture him for an eternity and he would not talk. He would not be broken so easily.

“How noble,” Quan Chi sarcastically spat, tilting his head and glancing Kuai up and down with slow deliberate movements of his eyes. “Maybe you won’t tell me where he is, but I suspect if he thought you were in danger, he’d come running anyway, wouldn't he?” Quan Chi chuckled, “you’re welcome, by the way, for training him into such a good guard dog.”

“He would not fall for such a thing so easily.” Although a lump in his throat was forming. He would hope Hanzo would see such a thing as an obvious trap. He would hope Hanzo would know Kuai had spent his entire life being trained to be able to take the worst tortures imaginable. He wasn’t something fragile that’d break at the slightest impact. That Hanzo would be wise enough not to come alone, and to bring back up.

Quan Chi’s chuckle indicated he did not think as highly of Hanzo’s impulse control.

“Do you think so? I have already killed one lover of his, do you really think the idea of history repeating won’t drive him to despair?”

Kuai swallowed, hating that Quan Chi had a point. Harumi’s death had clearly permanently traumatised Hanzo, how the hell would he react to the possibility of Kuai dying as well?

“While I am a little disappointed that Hanzo wasn’t here to greet me, I think this has offered me a far better opportunity.” Quan Chi knelt down, reaching a hand forward to cup Kuai’s chin. He tried to jerk his head away, but fingers dug in deep and forced his head still. “I certainly do not mind taking his newest whore as a consolation prize.”

Kuai bared his teeth. Not because Quan Chi called him a whore, he’d been called that word one too many times for it to have any sting. It was more the implication of the word “newest”. Quan Chi was indirectly calling Harumi a whore, and even though Kuai had never met her, he would not allow such disrespect to be directed at her.

“You will not speak of Harumi in such ways.” That response had Quan Chi cackling.

“How sweet. I’m sure if she were alive she’d appreciate you protecting her honour,” Quan Chi sneered, licking his lips as he did. “I will admit to one thing, however.” He began to run his thumb along Kuai’s lips. Kuai tried to move away again, but all that accomplished was Quan Chi pressing down harder. “Hanzo at least has a habit of picking aesthetically pleasing partners.”

Those words being used towards him, however, made his stomach drop. There was an insidious tone that made him want to curl up into a ball and never be touched again. The way Quan Chi’s thumb kept ghosting over his lips made bile gather in the back of his throat. There was a voice in his head telling him to fight back, bite the thumb pressed to his mouth and spit it out.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a freeze response to danger. Usually he was very fight or flight, maybe even fawning occasionally depending on the person. But to freeze up? He hadn’t done that since he was a child.

He felt something sharp pushing down against his collarbone. Whatever it was dragging across his skin, causing it to sting. He glanced down, seeing a knife gliding across. It wasn’t digging in enough to cause much damage, but it was enough to leave a red trail behind it. Blood began to seep out of the wound, and Quan Chi finally released Kuai’s face. He ran his hand along the cut, before slamming his hand against the wall. Kuai turned to look, as Quan Chi removed his hand he’d left a faint bloody handprint against the wall.

“Merely a message for your beloved. Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.” His hand returned to Kuai’s face, and Kuai could smell the blood still staining it.

“S-Stop,” he whispered, and fuck did he sound absolutely pathetic. Why was his fight response not kicking in? Hell he’d take flight at this point, for as much as a coward as it made him feel. At least he wasn’t fawning, he’d never be able to look at his own reflection if he ever fawned over Quan Chi of all people.

“Where’s all that bravado gone, Kuai Liang?” Quan Chi flicked his wrist, and Kuai felt his arms being pulled down. When he looked, he saw green magic encircling him, keeping him bound in place. “Just minutes ago you were baring your teeth like a bitch.”

Quan Chi stood, grabbing the collar of Kuai’s shirt as he did, yanking Kuai up with him. The voice in his head was screaming again. This was a perfect time to fight back. To break free of the binds and escape.

Why am I not fighting back?

As Quan Chi pulled Kuai close to him with one arm, the other reached for his hair to pull on it.

“I’m sure The Lin Kuei taught you to take as much pain as possible, hm?” Quan Chi gave a harsh pull on his hair, and Kuai hissed ever so slightly. “I’m going to have fun figuring out just how much you can actually stand.” He smirked. “I can’t wait to hear you scream.”

“H-Hanzo-“

“Like I said, Hanzo will come running the second he realises you’re gone.” Quan Chi raised his hand, opening a portal. Through the swirling magic, Kuai could see the Netherrealm’s hellfires. “And once I’ve disposed of him? Well…” Quan Chi’s mouth split into a terrifying grin. “I guess there’s no reason that I can’t keep you.” He ran the back of his hand across Kuai’s cheek. “I have so been longing for a new pet.”

Before Kuai could respond, he felt himself being pushed through the portal. He hit the rough ground hard, the air being knocked from his lungs. Looking up just in time to see Quan Chi step through, and the portal closing behind him. This was a point of no return, he knew even if his fight came back to him right now, he was truly screwed. The heat of the Netherrealm would start to affect his powers soon, and that was assuming he’d even be able to find a portal to Earthrealm nearby.

Quan Chi cracked his knuckles, looking at Kuai like he was a prize he’d just won.

“Well, then, there is no time like the present. Where should we begin, Kuai Liang?”

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Teeth: Vampire!Hanzo Shimada x Reader

It was like your entire world halted when you saw what lay in the hands of his brother.

It felt as though the planet had stopped turning and physics had started to wreak havoc on your body while the entire world stayed the same. It was like you had been run over - by a car or a train, you couldn’t tell, you were just that horrified. You felt the pain crackle at your heart as though you had been stabbed, your nerves felt like they were lit on fire and drowned in an ice bath. Your eyes burned with unspilled tears, your vision hazy and mind foggy, you felt like you had just been punched in the stomach as the air had all been knocked out of your lungs. Your tongue felt so heavy in your mouth at just the thought of speaking.

Genji stood before you, shoulders once proudly raised now were slumped. His voice was usually so joyful had been dulled and quiet, you could hear the pain he was trying to swallow down climbing back up his throat. In his hands laid Hanzo’s jacket, the zipper broken with some teeth missing, the pockets torn at, the fabric ripped up like an animal had gotten to him.

It was all they could find after his mission turned sour. Talon had ambushed him and left not a single trace of where he was.

How could something like this happen? It was just supposed to be a simple scouting mission. How could something so simple and easy end up with your husband missing with only his torn jacket remaining where he once stood?

Your wedding band felt so heavy all of a sudden, halting you from raising your hands to take the jacket from Genji for a second. You don’t know what willed you into finally taking the jacket from the cyborg before you, but you managed to.

It only made the pain even worse.

It felt as though Genji had just dropped a barbell Reinhardt couldn’t lift directly into your hands. It almost took you down to your knees when you bunched the fabric in your hands until your knuckles turned white and you felt the air snapping out from under your joints.

You tried not to cry, you really did, especially in front of your brother-in-law who was already on the verge of doing so himself. But the longer you stood there holding his jacket, the harder it became to not just drop to your knees and wail and sob in the doorway to your quarters you shared with your now missing - and possibly dead - husband.

Time had passed, Genji had left to give you space, noting that Angela would stop by soon to check up on you.

You had buried yourself in your bed, Hanzo’s tattered jacket still held in your vice-like grip as you drowned yourself in the blankets and your own tears. You wailed, not that anyone could ever blame you, for what seemed like hours. Even when your tear ducts ran dry and you were left hiccuping and sniffling into your pillow, you still whimpered and sobbed softly into your empty bedroom.

The only reprieve you had to cut off the sobs was when you would pull his jacket to your nose or when you would bury your face into his pillow, inhaling the clean scent of his cologne. It took off some of the edge, but it never lasted as you lay there miserable, rotting away in your bed.

Your eyes felt so horribly dry, it felt as though your eyelids had been replaced with sheets of sandpaper, scratching away at your poor irises whenever you blinked. Your poor eyes were so tired, your eyelids lazily opening and closing but refused to stay shut for long. You stared at the alarm clock facing the bed, the big angry red numbers told you that it was way past midnight, taunting you to get some sleep as you’ve neglected to do so for the past week you’d been moping around in bed. Staring at the numbers hurt your head but not staring at them quickly reminded you of why you were like this as Hanzo’s stuff still laid around in the quarters with his jacket still with you. The poor thing was practically worn scentless, or at least you had gone nose-blind to his scent already. Half of it was crushed underneath your weight while one of your hands was firmly wrapped around the collar. You always had a grip on the thing, refusing to let it go for long as though you were afraid it would vanish from existence if you so much as took your eyes off of it.

You watched as the seconds ticked by, watched the colons blinking, watched as the minutes ticked up. In just a few hours it would blare a nasty siren to wake you up and hurt your poor pounding head once again.

Your eyes fluttered, finally starting to feel the pull at the corners of your eyes as sleep had started to claw at the back of your head. You felt heavy all over, finally feeling your body relax into the warm bed just as you finally shut your eyes. You felt your body finally shut down as you drifted off into another dreamless slumber.

Only for your eyes to snap open as you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up. You felt a breeze but heard no sound, a chill wracking down your body hard enough to make you sit up in bed. Your exhausted eyes trailed across the room only to land on your open window with the curtains drawn and flowing in the light summer breeze. Hadn’t you closed those windows the second Angela left you alone earlier?

You felt uneasy still, even as you stood up from the bed on wobbly legs and trekked over to the window. You pulled it shut and made sure to lock it.

Before you could turn around to start back to your bed, you felt a presence behind you; Large and looming and powerful, you felt like you were being watched by a predator. An icy chill ran down your spine as the presence grew closer before stopping right behind you. You felt your blood starting to boil from fear. Was it real? Or was this some sick game your mind was playing on you? Or was it real and someone had just snuck into your room?

You balled your fist and quickly turning around, swinging your hand. Your knuckles stung as they collided with whoever it was, your hand connecting with the intruder before your eyes did. Their entire body was obscured from the darkness, but you could tell they were indeed large and looming behind you, your punch didn’t seem to phase them. Instead, they snatched at your wrists and pinned you to the wall beside the window as you fought against them. You cried, you cursed, you screamed through grit teeth before your back was pressed firmly against the wall.

“(Y/n)!” the voice snarled at you.

You froze, breath hitching in your throat as tears spilled tracks down your cheeks again. You still couldn’t make out shit from how blurry your vision was, but you could make out those two eyes staring right into you, burning a hole into your mind that you would see in your darkest nightmares.

Red.

Their eyes were red, cutting through the dark and looking right into your soul. The whites of the eyes were an even darker red, only making the irises stand out as their pupil were so small and dark.

Your vision had started to clear up, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You could make out the dark hair and the broad shoulders and-

The dual dragon tattoo running down his left arm.

“Hanzo?” your voice was but a whisper, but it reached his ears with no problem.

His grip on your wrists loosened, his shoulders lost their threatened stance, his body became less tense. He finally let go of you, stepping back slightly to allow you to move away from the wall. You just looked up at him, starstruck, eyes wide as tears prickled at the corners. His eyes were still haunting, those red orbs looking right through you as you stood there just staring at him.

“(Y/n), my love, I-”

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself firmly against him. It was like your world had started spinning again, your heart fluttered in your ears, you suddenly felt warm again as tears of joy dripped down your cheeks. Hanzo’s hands found your waist, wrapping tightly around as he brought his forehead down to connect with yours. Your noses brushed against each others, your breath ghosting over his lip, his beard scratching lightly at your skin before you both kissed.

Eyes fluttering closed, one of your hands climbed up to card into his messy hair. Hanzo’s strong hands snatched at your shirt, twisting the soft material around in his iron-like grip. He snarled into the kiss as you tugged at his hair only for you to jump and whimper as something sharp stung your bottom lip. You pulled away, the taste of pennies barely lingered in your mouth as you caught a glimpse of something in Hanzo’s mouth. He looked so ashamed, pulling away when your other hand came up to caress his face before he finally let you push up his top lip with your thumb, revealing was just cut at your mouth.

Fangs. His canine teeth were sharp and long and glistened in the night.

“Hanzo,” you whispered to him.

You knew what they did. You knew what they turned him into. You didn’t need it spelled out for you. He pulled away, his grip loosened on your back. He looked so ashamed of himself for even kissing you. He tried to pull away more but your grip on him didn’t falter. He hated how you looked at him with those eyes, hated how you kissed him, hated how you weren’t freaking out right now.

He was a fucking vampire and you weren’t terrified of him.

[spadeselfshipcorner]

One-Shot 1: Sleepy

POV: Hisoka🃏

Genre: Platonic banter 🗯️

Word count: 1.2k

Sixteen hours had passed since the Hunter Exam’s third phase had begun, and although Spade had no way of seeing the situation outside, due to the lack of windows even at the base of Trick Tower, they could tell it must’ve been really late, at the very least 1 AM.

The only other people they were sharing that circular room with were Hisoka, Gittarackur and Hanzo; nobody else had completed the third phase yet.

Spade was desperately trying to keep their eyes open. They’d been playing various card games with the odd magician ever since they’d gotten done having dinner: Poker, Black Jack, Briscola, Scopa… Hisoka had won most of them, though most definitely because he was cheating. Spade refused to accept he could be so lucky for so many times in a row.

Luckily they weren’t betting money during their games, otherwise the poor artist would’ve soon had to hand to him all the contents of their backpack and probably a couple of organs too to make up for their lack of actual money.

“I thought Itarians were supposed to be good at card games…” Hisoka smirked, raising his eyebrow teasingly. Winning over and over would’ve gotten old, if it weren’t for how entertaining it was to watch Spade get upset over losing, and progressively lose more and more of their edge as sleep began to take over their mind.

Seeing them struggle and yet so readily ask for a rematch was great, though he wondered if all that enthusiasm might’ve been an act. They were a very faceted individual, their behavior starkly changing depending on the situation.

Spade weakly shuffled the smooth playing cards in their hand, almost dropping a couple. “Shut it… I am good, I’m just dead tired right now… I can’t think straight.” They pouted, their eyes narrowing as they looked at the magician.

“You’re tired?” Hisoka asked, his smirk widening, “Hunters shouldn’t get tired so quickly, you might find yourself into a situation where you can’t absolutely fall asleep, what will you do then?” He added with a pinch of mockery in his smooth voice.

“Playing examiner again? Ugh, if I ever was in that situation I don’t think my body would let me sleep, too much adrenaline in the bloodstream, y’know?” Spade argued back, their eyelids feeling heavier by the minute as they yawned, not bothering to cover their mouth.

Hisoka chuckled, “You sure about that? I’m not the safest person to be next to, and you know it, so where’s all that adrenaline?” He teased Spade with a small grin. 

The artist looked at him, crossing their legs on the cold stone floor and chewing the inside of their cheek. “If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done so hours ago,” they replied bluntly, “it’s not like I could stop you either way if you were going for a kill.”

Hisoka bit his lip, suppressing another chuckle, “touché,” he replied, leaning his back against the wall.

Silence fell for a moment, as the blue-haired magician stared at Spade, seemingly waiting for them to do something, until eventually he spoke up again. “Hello? It’s your turn to fish.”

Spade flinched slightly, broken out of their sleepy trance, “oh! right, right… apologies…” They mumbled, slowly reaching out to the neat stack of cards on the floor with half-lidded eyes, before they suddenly felt their body fall forward from exhaustion.

They would have certainly face-planted on the pavement, if it hadn’t been for one hand catching their face unceremoniously and supporting it.

It was Hisoka’s hand.

He lightly squeezed Spade’s face, his stiletto manicure poking their cheeks as he looked at them with his golden eyes, clearly holding back more laughter. “Ready to forfeit yet?”

Spade’s eyes remained closed as they groaned uncomfortably. “Let go…” They mumbled, without answering his question, because it was pretty obvious they were in no condition to continue playing at that point.

Hisoka smirked, giving their face one last squeeze, treating it like a fleshy stress ball and leaving tiny marks on their skin where his nails had pressed, before finally letting it go. His eyes lingered on Spade as they rubbed their cheeks sleepily, and repositioned their glasses on their nose bridge.

“Damn you got some talons on your hands.” They complained, still cracking jokes, though their tone was noticeably flatter than when they were fully awake.

“Would you have preferred it if I’d let your face hit the floor?” The magician replied with a smirk.

Spade stopped rubbing their face, glancing at Hisoka with a furrowed brow, “That’s not…” They stopped, too tired to find the right words at the moment, before sighing and giving in. “Thanks for catching me.” They replied reluctantly.

“That’s better,” Hisoka spoke again in a silky tone, gathering his cards and shuffling them a couple times, before making them disappear.

The artist stretched, arching their back and lifting their arms up, “thank God that’s over…” They muttered, their voice a little strained from the stretch.

The magician lifted a brow, “you wanted it to be over?” He asked, almost sounding perplexed.

“Since my like… third loss.” Spade admitted, scooting back near the wall to lean against it.

He did a slow blink in response. “Then why didn’t you give up sooner?”

Spade shrugged, “I wanted to see if I could at least win one more time.” They said, sounding quite honest again.

Hisoka took note of that. Predictably, Spade’s performative tendencies died down when they were tired, revealing more of their true self. Blunt, stubborn… he wondered what else they were hiding.

“Interesting…” He mused, wondering how much longer Spade could manage to hold his interest, though for now, he considered himself intrigued.

His train of thoughts was quickly derailed as he suddenly felt a weight on his right shoulder. He looked over, only to see Spade’s body had slid off the wall and was now leaning against him.

That was definitely new.

The mere fact that someone blatantly weaker than him could look so calm around him was something unordinary. Hisoka had to physically hold himself back from doing something to scare Spade right there and then. He imagined how their expression would go from calm to terrified in a second if he were to, say… wrap his fingers around their throat.

That would wake them up good for sure.

He almost did it, his left hand slowly reaching out to them, but then he changed his mind, figuring it would’ve been more entertaining to see their face looking like that while they fought. He just had to be patient, knowing that the longer he had to wait for that moment, the more cathartic that sight would feel.

So the magician’s hand changed trajectory and ran smoothly through their black hair instead.

“Are you going to sleep here?” He asked, seeing their eyes flutter open ever so slightly.

“Do you mind?” They replied softly.

Hisoka chuckled, “no…” He said, truthfully.

“Hm…”Spade’s body slowly slid down lower, until it was resting on his lap, the sleepiness definitely making them more confident when it came to physical contact. “Are you going to kill me if I fall asleep?”

He shook his head, “I prefer killing my preys when they’re awake.” He answered, still feeling incredulous, at least inwardly, that Spade was really going through with this, seemingly having no survival instincts.

“Good.” they simply replied, getting comfortable on Hisoka’s lap, falling asleep in just a couple minutes, either unaware or uncaring of the dangerous path they were going down on…

Like a little bug, resting on a Venus flytrap.

“Sleep tight~”

Proship/Comship & Kink blogs DNI

[dawnthefox24]

here's part 1, 2, and 3. *Rumiko is looking for Hanzo all over the palace and went outside to the garden and smiled softly watching Hanzo feed the koi fishes but clearly was muttering to himself a bit* Rumiko: Hanzo...You okay? Young Hanzo:*is startled for a moment and nods a bit not even looking at her* Rumiko:*sighs and sits down next to him as she watches the koi fish swim around calmly* You sure? Young Hanzo:...Yes... Rumiko:*places her hand on his back* You don't have to pretend you know... Young Hanzo: I'm not pre- Rumiko:*looks at him a bit* Hanzo... Young Hanzo:*sighs*...I'm suppose to be next in line to the Shimada clan mother...I'm not supposed to be scared of a fictional book.... Rumiko: Well why not? Young Hanzo:...If I show fear...That make's me weak doesn't it... Rumiko:*pulls him close to her and sighs* It doesn't, showing fear doesn't make you weak... Young Hanzo: But it does! If I show fear then no one will respect me, I can't show any ounce of fear.... Rumiko:...Now who told you that? Young Hanzo: The elders.... Rumiko:*underneath her breath* Of course they'll saying something like that... Young Hanzo:...Mother? Rumiko: Hanzo the elders are wrong... Young Hanzo: *looks a bit surprised* What do you mean? Rumiko: Showing fear doesn't make you weak, showing fear shows you that your human. With out fear how would we live? Blocking out one emotion can lead the other emotions to lose control, without fear how do we know the difference between danger or what isn't dangerous? Young Hanzo:*looks away for a moment* But- Rumiko: Hanzo showing fear shows the people your protecting that you care about them, your father maybe put on a brave face but he's scared. Genji's scared, Asa is scared, Kiri, even me. I'm scared of how your life will go. Young Hanzo: But why? Rumiko: Cause I love you, now let me tell you something about this book I was scared too when I first read and still am. Young Hanzo: Really? Rumiko: Of course, you know Hanzo, Genji may act like he isn't scared but he is. I know cause I'm both your mother, just when things get to scary ask me to stop before your ready okay? Young Hanzo:*looks at her before he hugs her* Thank you mother...I'm sorry... Rumiko: Now don't be sorry, I understand the book is scary believe me the author wrote another one but I won't be reading it okay. Young Hanzo:*smiles softly and nods* Okay..Thank you mother... Rumiko:*smiles happily and holds him close* Of course my brave dragon, I'm so proud of you. Young Hanzo:...I just hate the fact I'm scared over a dead dinosaur... Rumiko: No the fear is very rational actually, it shows us how dumb humans are bring things back from the dead which are meant to stay dead of all things. Young Hanzo:...But doesn't Genji show that he's scared.... Rumiko: It's more of the idea of it, like the meaning behind of the reasoning to bring back life and how it's possible.The point is it's okay to be scared, trust me fear is everywhere. It doesn't have to be in horror movies or in books, your scared of being in power of the clan are you not? Young Hanzo:*looks away and nods* I-I am... Rumiko:*hugs him and holds him close* That's because you care, fear means you care. Though sometimes fear can go either way you can use fear for evil and control or you can use fear as a positive outlook. Young Hanzo:...I see...Can you still read the book? Rumiko: Of course, you know you don't have to listen to it. Young Hanzo:*shakes his head holds her and smiles happily* No I want too, I just...Thank you mom...I love you Rumiko:*smiles happily*I love you too Hanzo, glad your okay.

[ask-the-diamond-kingdom]

Raiden, talk to us about your family!

"You want to know about my fam? Oh...uh..ok. I wasn't quite expecting you guys to care about that," Raiden blinked. He reached into his bag and pulled out a six photos to show to the anon Meowth.

"This is Kazumi of the Gekkouga. She's a clan leader, and she can come across as being distant and reserved. I don't tend to see her angry...though Lucius managed to accomplish that one pretty easily. Regardless, she's my adopted mom. While she can be rough around the edges, I do love her with all my heart....even if she can be a bit too much at times. I think you can pick up on the fact she's a Greninja."

"This is Namako of the Gekkouga. He's my adopted dad that been married into the family for...what was it? Almost 25 years at this point? Might be more. Might be less. He's the exact opposite of mom. He's the type of guy that REALLY loves his dad puns, but overall he would treat you with so much respect. He tends to be home most of the time being a house husband and all. He's a Gastrodon/Pyukumuku".

"This is Hanzo of the Gekkouga. He's my older adopted brother. He's a regular Frogadier and also a absolute dick. The man has never stopped being a overconfident hotshot since...that incident and he's next in line in taking over my mom's position. What I would give to kick his ass and show him that there are people much stronger than him out there...However, Lucius did tell him he's isn't worth the energy so whatever."

"This is Chiyome of the Gekkouga. She's actually the newest addition to the family! She hatched from her egg around a few months ago, and she's cute! Mom and dad weren't expecting to have her, but things ended up happening. When I was back home, I usually help dad take care of her whenever mom was taking care of business. She's a Froakie/Pyukumuku."

"This is Misa Yamada, and she's a Quaxwell. She's actually my brother's fiancée. My brother known her for almost a decade, and I think she's one of the few Pokemon that he's less of a dick to for obvious reason. I don't know what she likes about him, but hey! At least she's super nice to me! She and Hanzo are still trying to work out how they want to go about the wedding, but they been bumping heads lately regarding that due to circumstances."

Raiden eyes landed on the last photo of a Greninja. His smile has drifted into a small frown as he rested a paw against it.

".....And this is my other older brother...Ronin. He was.....supposed to be taking over as a clan leader for mom....but uh....shit happens. He's not dead or anything! He's....uh....he's the one that I talked about that lives on a different continent from me. He's a wonderful guy! Like one of the best but....urgh...."

It seems there's something regarding Ronin that's bothering him.

Ask Hints Updated (All pics except the last one was made by me. The last pic was made by sbooky on PFQ)

[cybuuorg]

Overwatch Interaction Requests!

Over on twitter I asked if folks wanted to see what a spawn interaction between Reaper and any given character would be like, and I would write one for each person! I may do more in future as it was super fun! Some lines I wrote are below the cut! Disclaimer: these voice lines are purely fictional and are not official ones in game, simply writing requests fulfilled by myself. I have official voicelines listed elsewhere. Interactions under the cut!

ASHE Ashe: You here for the halloween party? Sorry to tell you, you're about half a year too late. Reaper: This isn't a costume. Ashe: Keep tellin' yourself that. BRIGITTE Reaper: The Crusader's getting old, just how long are you going to enable him? Brigitte: Enable him? Fighting was his choice. Reaper: Then you should prepare yourself. Reaper: What's that puny shield supposed to do? Brigitte: You'd be surprised. (And in OW1, Reaper certainly was.) Reaper: Why bother fighting, didn't you learn from your father's mistakes? Brigitte: I've learned plenty. Besides, someone has to protect the people. Reaper: How noble. CASSIDY Reaper: Took me being out of the picture for you to get a promotion, figures. Cassidy: Heh... never would have gotten one if I was still under you. Cassidy: Ain't the ghost motif taking things a tad too far? Reaper: Some people deserve to be haunted. Cassidy: Always knew it was you behind that mask, from a mile off. Reaper: What gave me away? Cassidy: Heh, where do I begin... DOOMFIST Doomfist: I need you to keep your eyes on the mission, Reyes. Stay focused. Reaper: I know the mission brief, it's Sombra you should be worried about. ECHO Echo: I've observed your methods, they are quite... Reaper: Effective. Echo: That's not the definition I would use. Reaper: I'm not wrong. GENJI Genji: I... don't understand. I changed and found healing, you... only seem more broken. Reaper: No. I grew stronger, while you grew weaker. Genji: I should have known... you had accepted the way of the assassin long before you wore the mask. Reaper: I do what's necessary, unlike some. HANZO Reaper: Always heard you were a good shot with that bow, could still be useful. Hanzo: No matter what you and your people say, I stand by my decision - the answer is 'no'. JUNKERQUEEN Reaper: Tell that rat to stay away from me. Junkerqueen: ...what, you mean Jamison? (snorts) He's not our problem anymore. Reaper: He better not become my problem. Junkerqueen: What's with the grim getup? Bet you'd sizzle in the Wasteland sun. Reaper: What's with Junkers and not being able to keep their mouths shut? LUCIO Reaper: Shut that racket down, before I shut it down for you. Lucio: Or... you could embrace the joy of music. Reaper: Off. MEI Reaper: Nice drone, bet it's good target practice. Mei: (gasp) You stay away from Snowball! Mei: You think you can just hurt whoever you want and get away with it? Reaper: You're not the first to ask me that, and you won't be the last. Mei: I've heard all about you. They say wherever you appear, disaster follows... Reaper: That's called an omen. And they'd be right. MERCY Mercy: Can't you see O'Deorain has only caused you further damage, Reyes? Yet you continue to associate with her... that isn't healthy. Reaper: If only we all had a choice, doc. Mercy: That necrosis you caused with Jack... that's unlike anything I've seen. Reaper: Just another medical enigma. Mercy: Do you even require healing? Reaper: That's the least of what you owe me. MOIRA Moira: How are we fairing today, Gabriel? Anything out of the ordinary? Reaper: Why bother asking? You already know. Moira: Still working on decorum, I see. Reaper: I can't feel my hands, doc. Moira: There we go again, always a complaint with you. Reaper: If there weren't so many problems, things may be different. PHARAH Reaper: Ex-Helix... what a joke. Pharah: At least I was protecting something. REINHARDT Reinhardt: Reyes... what has become of you? I thought... Reaper: Don't sound so surprised. Ana didn't stay dead, either. SIGMA Sigma: (humming) Reaper: ...doctor, you're doing the thing. Sigma: ...ah? Hm? Oh! I'm so sorry. Won't happen again. Reaper: Mn. Don't make promises you can't keep. Sigma: If something is considered 'indescribable', isn't that a description in itself? Reaper: I am this close to returning you to that facility we dragged you out of. SOLDIER 76 Reaper: Aren't you getting tired of this, Jack? You can't chase me forever. Soldier 76: Someone's got to keep an eye on you, and it looks like you're slowing down. Reaper: (grunts) Reaper: Why don't you just retire already? Soldier 76: (chuckles) A guy I knew once said to me: 'I'll retire when I'm dead.' Turns out he was a liar, and a bad one at that. Reaper: I meant it back then. SOMBRA Reaper: ...Sombra. Why are you staring like that?   Sombra: Oh, I'm just waiting for the usual pre-mission lecture. Reaper: ... (frustrated noise) Sombra: What, that it this time? Good talk, Gabe! TRACER Tracer: You again! Give it up already, Talon's a sinking ship. Reaper: And Overwatch was reformed by a monkey. I wonder what's worse. ZARYA Zarya: Don't be a coward, it's time to show your true face to the world. Reaper: And in death, I would see yours. Zarya: If I hear you step foot in my home again, you will answer to me. Reaper: (dry) I'm quaking in my boots.

[running-with-the-feels]

Isolation au with Harumi and Satoshi, shoutout to @crowl-3-y for the idea

Kuai Liang: Wait, so you're his wife?

Harumi: Yes

Kuai Liang: And he's your son

Harumi: That is correct

Kuai Liang:......

Kuai Liang: Aren't you both supposed to be dead?

Harumi: Is that a threat?

Kuai Liang, snarky: Do you want it to be?

Harumi, glaring: I could have your guts on the floor in under a minute

Kuai Liang, grinning back: Maybe, but all you'd achieve is having two corpses instead of one

Hanzo, watching as Satoshi sleeps on his shoulder: I probably shouldn't be attracted to this, should I?

Tomáš: Probably not, no, but it's gonna keep happening so I guess it's better than revulsion?

Bi-Han, throwing up in the trashcan: I don't want to hear any of this!