#okami!hanzo

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75th Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill

Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 3/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – Time to do the deflowering!

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Hanzo wants to fuck Cole like this; just the way he is. In his true form so none of his senses will be suppressed as he partakes in this absolutely delightful little treat – but as his humongous cock slides against the pup’s ass and along the protrusion of his spine once, twice, three times, he has to admit that he is simply too big for the shapeshifter.

Cole, admirably, does not say anything. Maybe he does not realize that Hanzo could quite literally rip him in half on his cock. He seems deep in his own head, all sinewy muscle tight as a board and trembling. Waiting and dreading in equal measures for the moment that Hanzo’s cock will cuddle up to his unused, perfect cunt.

Hanzo growls. He wants to lick Cole’s neck while he fucks him but he can’t do both at the same time. His hips keep hunching forward, dragging his dick along the delicious knobs of Cole’s desperately arched back. Fucking him in the oddest way possible while the scent of his ripe, hot peach is driving Hanzo insane.

So he has to reconsider his approach. He does not like it but there is nothing to do about it. Not now. Not when he first has to open this pup up to getting adored by him.

Hanzo shifts his form, moving from a large white wolf into the shape of something more human like. Still big, yes, but not uncomfortably so. His hands drag along Cole’s skinny back, feeling the bit of fur he managed to grow despite his body’s abused state.

Cole’s head turns around slowly. His eyes are wide, staring up at Hanzo throning above him in his human-like glory. He doesn’t say anything at first, only a wheezing little whine escaping him.

Hanzo curls a corner of his mouth up. He pets along Cole’s back again. “Good boy,” he croons, magnanimously.

Beneath his petting hand, he can feel Cole starting to relax downward; the arch of his spine becoming a valley as he starts to present himself. Present his juicy cunt. It’s furry lips are glistening from its own wetness and the ministrations of Hanzo’s tongue.

He can see Cole’s hole, silky and small and perfect. Too perfect to immediately destroy on his other cock.

Hanzo made the right decision. Of course.

He grasps Cole’s meager ass and lightly digs his claws into his skin as he spreads his cheeks; looking at all that he has to offer because it is his right now.

He drags his human cock along his gash, using his thumb to press against his shaft and let the tip gently nudge against Cole’s hole.

The pup is audibly panting. His tail, curved nice and obedient out of the way, trembles with anticipation.

“I’ll make you mine now,” Hanzo purrs low. He can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock, strong and unhurried. His balls feel nice and full for his new mate. “I will take perfect care of you, my pet. And I think once I have had my fill for the moment, fucking you raw and pumping you full of my pups… I will have a little stroll in the moonlight and sniff out whoever mangled your perfect body.”

He moves his hips, focusing on being slow despite the heat crawling through his veins. He can push him down later; put his hand on the back of his head and mash his face into the ground while he grunt fucks his squelching pussy-

Yes, he can do it all. But for now, he needs to be nice and slow… nice and… slow…

Hanzo hisses through his teeth when his crown finally pops into Cole’s body. The shapeshifter is groaning open mouthed and delirious. His shoulders start to tilt toward the ground all on their own.

His stump awkwardly waves in front of his belly like he wants to reach for his cunt and feel for himself how it’s getting stretched so mean.

Hanzo’s hand curls around the base of his bushy tail. He needs a lot of tender love and care; someone to take a brush to his fur and make sure there are no devious little pests hiding in it.

He will make time for that later; once he’s bred his pup up and got him secured away.

Once he maimed whoever dared to lay hands on him.

Cole’s pussy might be unused but it stretches beautifully for him. The little mouth suckles on his dick, gripping nice and tight. His inner muscles work all nervous and shy. Absolutely delicious.

Thumb dragging against the vertebrae of Cole’s tail, Hanzo takes care to rock into him nice and slow despite it being absolute torture.

“You feel… divine,” Hanzo grits out between clenched teeth. “A perfect, untouched flower just for me…”

Cole whines in response; high-pitched and a bit panicky sounding. His shoulders have sunk completely to the ground now; absolute submission to Hanzo. When he speaks, his words are trembling so hard that it is difficult for Hanzo to follow along.

“You jus’... you jus’ say that t-to them all right?”

Hanzo tilts his head. He does not know what that is supposed to mean, though he gets a feeling it is meant to be cheeky. And if Cole has enough wherewithal to focus on anything but getting mounted, Hanzo is not doing his job properly.

He growls low in his throat, tilting his torso forward and over the scrawny back of the pup. His cock slides a little deeper still, aided by how the peach’s juices have started to drip. Once speared open, there is no way to stem the tide, though Hanzo is very much of a mind to try and stopper it with his dick.

“You are mouthy,” he croons back. “Amusing.”

Cole does not answer. What little cheek he had possessed has obviously left him as he’s gently forced to get used to being bred. His face is pink and sweaty, mouth looking so soft… Hanzo wishes his tongue were still long enough to reach it and lick inside. Kiss him as deep as he can.

Instead, he crawls into his body in a different way. His cock is bigger than any human’s would be, even in this form. He can see that Cole realizes as much from the tears of overstimulation glittering in the pup’s eyes.

Explosively, as if Cole had forgotten to do so, he exhales a long breath, then inhales shudderingly and whines while moving as if to try and crawl away. Hanzo doesn’t let him, of course. He tilts his head, interested and amused by the pup’s shenanigans.

Cole’s insides are clenched down on him like wet velvet. It is a delirious feeling.

“You can’t go anywhere now,” Hanzo purrs, curling himself further over his new mate, covering his back, hips gently nudging forward still through the slight resistance he can feel. Cole yips, then goes still and cross-eyed.

“We’ve come too far now… wouldn’t want to spoil the fun before the grand finale, hmn?”

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🐺!!!!

[johnhawke]

Some hanzo drawings

[kasbutcool]

okami hanzo

[frozenbound]

I took Shimadacest Headcanons #29-55 and published them on AO3, just so nobody would have to trudge through all the separate bits! Thanks so much for your support while I was writing them!!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada Additional Tags: Incest, Sibling Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, Loss of Virginity, Older Man/Younger Man, Age Difference, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time, First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, Okami Hanzo Shimada, Okami(ish) Hanzo Shimada, Young Genji Shimada, DILF Hanzo Summary:

Hanzo is in his early forties, but it's Genji's eighteenth birthday. It's been a challenge being his (much, much) older brother, but Hanzo wouldn't trade it for the world.

Neither would Genji.

[cybernightart]

Random idea but what if the shimada clan used call signs to refer to members of the clan so their identities were kept secret so no one could figure out who was who unless you were in the know.

So like Genji would have been sparrow, kirko would have been kitsune, and Hanzo could have been okami!

Genji's and kiriko's are a bit more obvious, especially considering sojiro would still call Genji sparrow even when he's not on missions or referring to Clan stuff.

During black watch out imagine they would obviously still have to use call signs and calling Genji "Genji" on every document or top secret thing probably isn't the best idea, so they probably referred to him as "the ninja" ,"the cyborg", more affectionately "cyborg dude" or "ninja dude". Because calling him sparrow would probably be just as obvious as calling him Genji shimada on any documents, because if somehow there was a leak and the clan managed to get their hands on the documents and then just saw in big bold text "oh by the way Genji's alive" it probably wouldn't end well, but I mean if they called him "the ninja" or something who knows how many other clans of ninjas there are still in Japan in the OverWatch universe because we technically don't know if the shimadas are the only ones, and considering in real life there is 49 ninja schools still in operating in Japan I think it's pretty safe to say they're probably not the only ninjas. So if the clan got their hands on these documents and they just saw something saying that OverWatch has a ninja they probably wouldn't jump to the assumption that the guy they were pretty sure died was in fact the ninja working with OverWatch.

Also with that I don't think during blackwatch he would like to be called sparrow because it would probably make him very angry, just like how I imagine they don't call him shimada often because that also angers him a decent amount. So they usually just stick to Genji or ninja guy or something.

However post recall, if Hanzo and kiriko end up joining OverWatch with Genji and they got sent on some mission they could probably use their old nicknames and call signs as kind of a funny reference inside joke but also it's pretty efficient. Well I mean efficient not in the way of making the names shorter because all of the nicknames are more syllables than their actual names but whatever! xD

[overwatchloresnstuff]

Kiriko lore

Kiriko Yanagami was raised by her mother Asa, father Toshiro, and grandmother in Kanezaka Japan, in the far northern reaches of the Akita Prefecture. Akita prefecture is primarily dominated by rice and sake farms, and known for the Akita dog of the same name. Her mother and father had a thriving business named Yanagami Blades, with both serving as blacksmiths.

Her grandmother was a Shinto priest of the Inari Okami, the Japanese fox god, and brought Kiriko up worshipping the enigmatic god. Inari Okami is a fascinating figure in Japanese folklore; they are depicted as male, female or occasionally androgynous, and is the Shinto deity of fertility, rice, tea, sake, business success, industry, and prosperity. One of the more famous stories of Inari Okami involves them sending their fox spirits to aid the famous blacksmith Munechika forge the legendary Little Fox blade, so Inari has a close relationship with swordsmen and blacksmiths as well.

Inari Okami is one of the more widely worshiped Okami in the Shinto faith, and there are thousands of shrines to them. Most of these concern themselves with kitsune, Japanese foxes, and Inari is known to use pure white kitsune as messengers. The Yanagami family left traditional gifts of fried tofu and rice (Inari-zushi), and sake, and Kiriko was sent to sweep the Tetsuzan Shrine to Inari and upkeep the grounds as a child.

Kiriko’s grandmother taught Kiriko a very unusual gift; how to summon and commune with these beloved messengers of Inari. As Kiriko grew, she attended the temple with the priests and her grandmother, slowly bonding with the particular Kitsune her grandmother summoned. The Fox and Kiriko grew close, as did Kiriko’s relationship to the Okami themselves.

Kiriko’s mother Asa had another path. She took on the warrior aspect of Inari, believing the Okami wished their family to become stern protectors of the prefecture, to follow the ways of the ninja and fight for what was right. She forged her own blades as Munechika had. Her specialty was the sword and kunai, Japanese throwing knives, and Kiriko took to the kunai like a fish to water.

Her grandmother wanted her to become a healer. After all, Inari was not only the Okami of swordsmen but of fertility and the land. Why not become a healer, and follow beloved Inari’s example when they first brought rice to Japan and ended famine?

Asa, on the other hand, saw Kiriko’s potential as a warrior. Inari was not some meek creature, nor were their Kitsune. They were the patron of Japan’s legendary warriors, who rushed into battle with the jaws of the white fox at their sides! Kiriko was better off embodying these sleek predators.

Kiriko was torn. She didn’t want to disappoint either of them, but neither felt right.

She decided to meditate, and beg the kitsunes to bring her prayer to Inari for guidance. Her little Fox spirit appeared, and showed her the paths her family wanted. But were they a crossroads, or simply two lanes of the same path? Inari was the god of both, and so Kiriko would be.

Her heart settled, she returned to her mother and grandmother, and told them her decision. She would defend those who couldn’t defend themselves, and mend their wounds. Her family, thrilled with the decision, decided that Asa would train her in the way of the blade.

However, Kiriko was not Asa’s only student.

Asa Yanagami was considered to be one of the best swordswomen in Japan, as well as one of the last true blacksmiths in the old ways. Her services were hungrily sought after, and the Shimada Clan in Hanamura Tokyo wanted Asa as a teacher to their youngest sons. Asa relented, and brought Kiriko with her to teach the Shimada heir Hanzo and his brother Genji at Shimada Castle. The brothers were being taught the ways of the Shimada to lead the city of Hanamura, and as leaders they would need blade skills to defend their people.

The three had an unusual relationship. The elder brother Hanzo was dedicated to his father Sojiro and determined to be a good steward of Hanamura. After all, it was not a small task, and required discipline. Genji, on the other hand, was more than happy to foist responsibility on his brother. Kiriko was drawn to the younger brother’s mischievous nature, and the pair became inseparable.

Kiriko and Genji were, for lack of a better term, rowdy little foxes. They stole sweets from the servants using Asa’s teachings about wall climbing, pranked the hapless Hanzo for being a no good serious pants, and ran around Shimada castle as their own personal playground. The pair were scruffed and brought in by Asa and Sojiro on more than one occasion…Sojiro needed Genji to conduct himself in a manner befitting a son of Shimada, and Asa needed Kiriko to stop making a fox’s breakfast of her job. These skills were serious! Wall climbing as NOT for stealing treats. This did little to repress the pair, and while they all grew in their talents with the sword and stealth, Genji and Kiriko continued to cause chaos.

The three might have grown into adulthood together if not for the assassination of Sojiro Shimada by the Hashimoto clan.

With the death of the Shimadas’ leader, the entire criminal enterprise was in jeopardy. The elders of the clan were ready to appoint Hanzo Shimada as head of the clan, and ordered him to end Genji’s embarrassing behavior. This forced Hanzo to butcher Genji, and the guilt made him reject his father’s legacy. The Shimada clan collapsed inward, and the Hashimoto began hunting them openly. With the power vacuum in place, the Hashimoto took over Kanezaka and began terrorizing the residents.

Kiriko’s mother took up arms to defend the residents. Asa Yanagami wasn’t about to take this lying down, and if the Shimadas were going to let the people be robbed, raped and murdered while they descended into chaos, she would fix it.

In response, the Hashimoto kidnapped Toshiro Yanagami. They forced him to make blades for them, and threatened to kill him if Asa raised her hand against them. There was nothing Asa could do. Furious, she took her daughter and moved to the upper floor of the Yanagami Blades to keep her daughter safe.

Things went from bad to worse when the Hashimoto, emboldened by their power, went after Asa again. They had the best swordswoman and blacksmith in Kanezaka at their beck and call, and Asa resented the collar around her throat. She sent Kiriko to live with her grandmother, as even the Hashimoto would hesitate killing a priestess of the Inari.

Kiriko took on her grandmother's last name Kamori for her own safety, and Asa began the slow process of trying to rescue her husband from the clutches of the Hashimoto.

As she grew into a young woman, Kiriko found out the true depths of what had been done to her family. Her father’s slavery, her mother struggling to free him, and the terror that had spread through their once peaceful prefecture like a disease. Her father was able to communicate with her from his prison in Tokyo, and was able to craft her a sword and throwing knives.

With the death of her grandmother, Kiriko was determined to make life hell for the Hashimoto. She took on her grandmother's mantle as the guardian of the Tetsuzan shrine, and became its priestess. The Fox spirit she had become so close to in her youth was closer than ever before, and Kiriko’s mission became clear: destroy the Hashimoto, free her father, and bring peace back to Akita prefecture.

She got her own apartment, and joined her mother’s mission. Her mother worried about her constantly; Kiriko was a young woman, and the Hashimoto were cruel. Was she truly ready?

The true test came when the Hashimoto attacked her apartment complex while Asa was visiting Kiriko. They assaulted an old man named Yoshida that Kiriko had been caring for. Kiriko, enraged, used her healing ofuda to heal the bullet wound…but she had enough. The Hashimoto had run unchecked for long enough. She had to make a stand. They couldn’t hunt her mother and enslave her father without consequences.

Kiriko summoned the Kitsune, and Inari themselves poured their power into her. The residents of the complex were inspired to fight back. Shocked, the Hashimoto were forced to retreat, barely making it into the elevator before one of the residents flung a fire axe at them.

Kiriko stumbled back to her apartment, but Asa had seen everything. Her daughter had become not only a young woman, not only a warrior, but someone blessed by the hand of Inari. She was ready. She was a true hero. She gave her blessing for Kiriko to begin her own operation.

Determined to prove herself, Kiriko gathered three of her friends. Ryota, Nobuto and Sakura were just as sick of the Hashimoto as she was. They made their move at the end of the Summer Festival, when the Hashimoto were scheduled to import firearms into Kanezaka through the port. The four were able to sneak in, destroy the cameras, and apprehend the guards. They cracked open the crates, and discovered rifles. Kiriko wanted to throw the guns into the water, but Ryota wanted to send a bigger message with explosives.

Kiriko told them of Sojiro’s ways as a yakuza. A big message could end up harming sailors who needed the port, or Kanezaka itself. They were here to serve the people, not their egos. It would be enough to push the guns into the water and let the salt water destroy thousands of yen. Her friends saw the wisdom in the decision, pushed the guns into the water, and set off the fireworks in celebration.

Together, the four handed together and named themselves the Yokai, after the vengeful spirits of old.

Kiriko’s skins center around Japanese culture and religion. Her Matsuri skin references a Shinto festival of the same name honoring the shrines, culture, or major historical events. Every Japanese town has their own version of Matsuri, with distinctive regional flavors. Her Hinotori skin means “fire-bird” but given its cybernetic nature may refer to the famous Japanese satellite of the same name.

(Taken from facebook group "Deadlock gang: women of Overwatch from a member there)

[kindasketchysideblog]

YEEHAN comic I’ll never finish.

Anyways based on Hanzo’s okami wolf skin

[sasorikigai]

❛  can you just hold me tonight? i always sleep better with you here ...  ❜ ( from okami!Ryou, for half-demon/daimyo verse)

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || It is like an evocation of soul, when life and times they take their toll on Hanzo Hasashi's entirety. Despite being connected to the Earth and assured in his power, with embedded strength in the entirety of his being. Unfortunately, he also wields characteristics of someone who is broken and self-sabotaging. He is reckless, and sometimes appears to have no regard for human life. And he wishes he could wake up one morning, remove all the responsibilities weighing on him, and live a completely different life just for one day. For the world and he is the sea; unpredictable and wide, shallow and deep at the same time. They are both eternity, yet effervescent and still. The sun glistens both and the storm roughens them up. They are both hospitable and harsh, and their existences make everything blossom.

Also, one could cast a line to the sea and see what desires to bite. If the bait ensnares a fish, wouldn't it be just wonderful and marvelous? How would fish dare to win, but only to wish for its death? Getting crunched and munched as it would pray for its final voyage. Hanzo Hasashi never expected the world to pierce his skin and threaten to consume him whole, and be plunged in the depth of introspection, where labyrinthine thoughts stubbornly attempts to navigate the vast ocean of consciousness, as profound truths and lies would surface, revealing the wisdom hidden within the silence of one's soul. And even surrounded by his camaraderie and people, in the quiet corners of the daimyo's solitude, loneliness becomes not a void, but an echo longing for the company of the indelible friend, lover, and soulmate.

The campaign to obliterate his cruel enemies had enervated the daimyo's resolve and resilience, as vicious ransacks and cruel violence continued to dwell in his heart and never break apart. What is perpetual pain, but a tragedy that is condemned to repeat itself again and again, like ouroboros eating itself out? Amidst all this trials and tribulations, Ryou Sakai's absence had been an abysmally visible presence, as the weather in his melancholic and blue heart yearned for halcyon peace without disturbance. How his steady, slow heart beats for Ryou; and his breathing goes even more firm, yet impassioned and vigorous at the sight of him.

How Hanzo sheds a star; once unforgiving, unyielding wildfire crackling to become an encompassing, fevered warmth. "Seeing you in dream, it seemed at times I have forgotten us, as our paths never crossed and immeasurable stretch of time moved on and on without the ends of this conflict...," his limerence knew no bounds nor depths, and even with Ryou's hand in his, he'd hope that he will be conjoined in the unperturbed ether as the end of time comes for them and even after that. And there's a certain slang of light in this unusually harsh winter night; that evaporates the daimyo's oppressed heart and soul, and fills him in the crackling ember's trance and weaved easiness, as his sweeping gaze revels at the revealed art that is Ryou Sakai.

"I will always have the desire of you, rather than the mere elusive taunt of you through memories, imaginations, and dreams." How the sharpened, poised intensity of his gaze and tone becomes a mellifluous shower of genuine affection and wanton desire, as the firm cradle of his arms adhere their robed bodies. "Observing you in deep slumber will alleviate everything I have endured." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[cyberrat]

75th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 4/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – They'll do just fine :) a cute lil family in the making :))

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“What’s the… w-whats the-” the pup doesn’t manage to finish the question. He’s curled up all weird beneath Hanzo, nearly standing on his head because he’s speared on cock and his ass just has to be nice and high up despite all his wriggling and moving about.

He is precious. Still so nervous… still so sensitive. Every time Hanzo ruts, Cole wheezes and his cunt clenches down hard. Squelching. Sucking. Being just as weird and nervous as the pup itself.

Hanzo loves it.

“What the grand finale is?” he purrs, allowing himself a harder thrust that has Cole hiccuping out a yelp, his whole body shuddering. He must have felt a brief spike of pain when Hanzo’s tip pushed up against his cervix but from how loose and whiny he gets right after, he must have enjoyed the sensation.

He’s somehow managed to curl his arms around one of Hanzo’s biceps, holding on for dear life while he’s getting dicked.

Hanzo’s balls keep slapping against the pup’s pussy; the jut of his swollen little cock at the apex of his furry labia. “The finale, my sweet,” Hanzo finally continues, slightly out of breath, head feeling nice and fuzzy. “Is me pumping you full of my seed and breeding you up. Putting my young into your belly so I can fatten you up for the months to come.”

Cole wheezes. His mouth keeps smearing wet and hot against Hanzo’s skin as he gets rattled on the Okami’s cock.

Is he against being bred up? Or is he for it? Hanzo would not be able to say. All of Cole’s reactions make him think the pup is in pain before his cunt gushes and his muscles go hot and loose.

He is nervous of dicks but loves them all the same. At least that is what Hanzo is getting from all this. From lowering his head and watching Cole’s face up-side-down; seeing how wide and dark his eyes are, how slack his mouth…

Shocked at his own depravity, maybe. Flabbergasted by how much he loves a cock spearing into his belly and making his virgin cunt feel hot and lose and ready to be impregnated.

His eyes keep falling close, then being wrenched open again as if set under some kind of shock. The adrenaline of his capture must be wearing off, leaving him high on endorphins of getting fucked and yet absolutely exhausted from it all.

Hanzo lowers his head even further, gently pressing his mouth against Cole’s forehead. Slowing down the staccato thrusts of his hips into a gentle, loving grind. There is no rush to pump him full in a set amount of time. He can be gentle about it. Careful. Make his new little mate absolutely addicted to cock. The feeling of fullness.

The feeling of being pregnant and still needing to fuck to get all those belly aches out of his system.

Oh, Hanzo will take such perfect care of him…

He finds himself wanting to speed up once more. Ram harder into Cole; dick him until his teeth click together. But he doesn’t. He can’t. Gods, he can’t, not now…

He has to shift around, holding Cole nice and close as he lies himself down on the stone floor of his temple and sits this scrawny coyote shapeshifter on his dick. Watches how his skinny legs have to spread wide to accommodate Hanzo’s thick waist. Watch him just stare at him with those large, fathomless eyes and his mouth hanging open for the taking.

He is hypnotizing. Addictive. Hanzo has taken so many mates over the years but none have had him in a chokehold like this foreign creature that just sits there and doesn’t move. Simply holds his dick warm in the hot grasp of its virgin pussy.

“Oh damn… oh damn,” Cole keeps muttering, one hand braced on Hanzo’s chest and the stump aimlessly moving around. He’s unsure what to do with it. Unsure what to do with any part of his body, it seems. His hair is wild and tangled and hanging in his eyes while his ripped ears are folded backwards with nerves.

“Let me help you,” Hanzo purrs, grasping Cole by the hips. Oh, he can already feel it… this pup will be gorgeous once fed properly. He’ll be big and sturdy and able to take Hanzo’s young every year if he so pleases. He’ll be used to waddling around nice and fat and eating for six-

Slowly, Hanzo lifts Cole up, dragging his clutching cunt along his dick – then sits him down again just as slowly.

Cole’s mouth opens, a breathy sound of surprise audible. His nails dig into Hanzo’s skin, back curling as he moves forward.

Nothing that would hinder Hanzo in using him like a toy and pumping him along his cock. It’s easier to be gentle like this; when he can press his ass against the ground so his eager hips wouldn’t rabbit fuck the pretty virgin.

Cole keeps muttering, his voice climbing higher as he claws at Hanzo’s chest, sweat starting to drip from the tip of his nose.

He is a sight to behold. What a perfect offering the villagers have brought him. Hanzo doesn’t know where to look first; the pleasure on his pet’s face or the swollen cock he is sporting.

He wants to suck it. He wants to hold Cole down and spend hours licking his dick. He wants to sniff at him all over, rub his body against him until they smell like one entity…

Later. Later.

Cole throws his head back, his throat stretched deliciously; and all of a sudden, he does not let himself get used anymore. He tenses his legs, bracing himself and hindering Hanzo at pulling him back down onto his cock.

It’s not that he wants to stop playing, though. Just a moment later Cole starts to move; all on his own. He pumps himself along Hanzo’s cock, faster than Hanzo let him do so before; just him bouncing on dick and whining in the sweetest sounds-

Of course it doesn’t take long for him to come. Especially since Hanzo lovingly pets a thumb against his swollen cock and feels it twitch against himself.

He yips like a much younger pup, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Hanzo curls his arms around him, pulling him against his torso, heels digging against the ground to slowly pump up into the desperate clench of his cunt.

“Wonderful… just a little more and I’ll breed you up… You will love your new life, my Cole. You will be treated like a King. I will have the villagers fetch whatever treats your heart might desire. You will be the most precious pet to me… just accept my love. Accept it. Accept it.”

He pumps a little faster, deeper, Cole’s cunt squelching with wetness. Hanzo clenches his eyes shut as he feels his orgasm at the base of his cock and tingling along his spine. He grinds himself into Cole, forcing the thick, hot spurts to reach as deep as they will go.

And Cole accepts it.

[adiosinflection]

I actually thought mchanzoweek2020 started on august 1st, so I had rushed to do 4 of the prompts and when I realized it was for the end of August I spent most of that time polishing the animation I did for the dance prompt!! I’ll probably come back to this Day 4: Free AU at some other time, but werewolf/Okami!Hanzo is one of my favorite aus, as is the sharing body heat trope.

[tacticalvisor76]

Hello ^^ Can I just request some Okami Han comforting reader fluff? My guinea pig (Had him for a few years and loved him to death) passed a couple hours ago and I feel kind of out of it.. You can totally ignore this, up to you ^^ Thank you!

a/n: here you go, sweetie. 

Hanzo lacks the words for you're sadness and tears so he sits there with you. Letting you sob into his chest while he runs his hands through your hair, shushing you in a soothing tone while trying to get you to focus on breathing. Rocking you back and forth, he’s seen that this sometimes works for other humans as a distraction, something to focus on than whatever was upsetting them. 

Losing a companion, a friend you’ve had for so long hurts. It leaves a large hole in your heart, where all you could do is cry. Looking at things that remind you of them, focusing on memories, seeing pictures and such brings a new wave of tears. Pictures hurt you the most, it hurt you because you ask him what if questions. What if you could have done something? Something more than you were already doing prior to the passing of your guinea pig. 

Hanzo kisses you, and he keeps kissing you. Tasting the salt of your tears, he speaks. He wouldn’t let you blame yourself, life works in ways that not a single person could ever figure out. 

“Their loss will be felt, but smile for them. Remember how happy it was to live with them, to take care of them. I’m almost certain that your dear friend wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”  

 You cried you would miss your friend, and Hanzo would do his best to make sure that you smiled.

[frozenbound]

Shimadacest headcanon #29 (featuring Young Genji and Okami(ish) Hanzo):

Genji rolls his eyes, but he dutifully blows out the candles on his birthday cake to placate his friends.

Hanzo understands. Genji has always tried to puff up his chest and act more "mature", only to fall back on juvenile behavior whenever temptation presented itself, and the contrast between his aspirations and his actions is all the greater when he's been comparing himself to Hanzo, his older brother.

His much, much, much older brother, by the looks of things.

But it's partially appearances that are to blame. Hanzo is only in his early forties, and he has maintained an active lifestyle that has kept...most...of the wrinkles away, but hardly anyone looks past his hair.

It's long, luxurious, and looks oh-so-soft to the touch, whether it cascades past his shoulders or hangs in two carefully braided plaits on each shoulder, but it's also perfectly white.

Hanzo had gone completely "gray" by age 25.

It's fine. Even when the first streaks of white began appearing when he was Genji's age, Hanzo couldn't bring himself to care too much about it. So long as his body was ripped and firm, he couldn't care less about his hair...and neither did a certain subset of very enthusiastic lovers, drawn in by the contrast of his youthful face and shockingly white hair.

Many of them even say he looks like a hero out of an old legend, and is that doesn't stroke his ego...

But poor Genji, so much younger than Hanzo, has always felt the pain of being compared with a brother who, on top of being mature because he is mature, is also far less adventurous and daring...

...nowadays.

Genji might catch some flak for his antics, but Hanzo is sure at least half the problem is that their relatives only saw the responsible, thoughtful adult Hanzo had grown into, and somehow they expected Genji to jump directly from playful child to responsible adult with no rascally juvenile in-between.

Hanzo might roll his eyes and bap Genji on the head after his little brother did something truly idiotic, but the years had given him perspective, and he couldn't bring himself to begrudge Genji enjoying the short, short time of his youth.

Even now Hanzo was preparing for an...interesting time, when Genji would finally be free to fully indulge himself. He was an adult now, and he wouldn't have to hide the bottles of liquor in his bedroom or sneak into the most popular clubs anymore.

Hanzo expected to receive a lot of midnight phone calls in the months ahead. Genji would calm down after he thoroughly overindulged, and while Hanzo would be watching over him to make sure he didn't get into any real trouble, he had faith in his little brother's ultimate good sense and good character.

With that in mind, he caught Genji's eye from where he sat on the far side of the room, Genji looking over, radiant and happy amidst his sea of friends, and raised his glass in a silent toast of congratulations.

Genji grinned back and raised his own glass full of his "first" glass of liquor before draining it in a few gulps to the laughter of his friends.

Then he set the glass down on the table.

And fixed Hanzo with a look.

Hanzo stared back.

Genji looked...

His little brother looked...

Hungry.

Then, when Genji saw that he had his brother's attention, he licked his lips.

A shiver ran through Hanzo.

And that was his first warning about what Genji wanted to indulge in first.

[nhemesihs]

ok so i think posting them together is better as i corrected something that really annoyed me about the first one hohoho 

if you didnt see the first one:

illustration for THIS beautiful mchanzo big bang entry by my dear lovely friend dea(myladyday). check out the bigbang if you haven’t!!! THANKS A LOT FOR EVERYTHING DEA IM SO HAPPY YOU GAVE ME THIS CHANCE AGAIN! i hope you like the drawings! with all of my love

Me.

[acaranna]

Okay, so, this is the first part of something of a little challenge for myself. Not just a challenge but also something that keeps floating around in my head and I decided to write it. I mean, if you don’t like it - don’t read it. That should be common sense, right? Anyway, this story was inspired by @toastedtwink​‘s art of Jesse with both Okami!Hanzo and LoneWolf!Hanzo. All the parts of this series will be in reference to that. Meaning, I’m working with one Jesse (a vampire) and two Hanzos (Okami and LoneWolf). They are not siblings in any way. The explanation can be found in the story. This first part is not nsfw. So you can read it, if you like. But everything else has the potential to be nsfw. I want to play a bit and try my hand on various things. This is the list of prompts that will be my kind of red thread throughout.

Okay then. That’s enough talk for now. Those of you who want to read - enjoy!

Part One - “You can stay, but your clothes must go.”

Jesse’s bones popped loudly when he stretched his arms above his head. He hadn’t felt this tired in a long while but fighting against a wyvern after a night of carnal pleasures seemed to do the trick. His back hurt from where he had been thrown against and through various walls but that did little to dampen the mood. A win was a win and if he carried a few more scars - who cared about that?

Despite Angela of course. Their resident angel - or witch? - never seemed to run out of breath when it came down to lecturing them on proper after fight behaviour. And protection of any kind.

Still, though, Jesse wouldn’t want her any different. She didn’t shy away from him when the blood-lust threatened to overcome him. Nor the few times he couldn’t fight it back down. She had seen him at his worst and stayed his friend throughout the years. He would die for her.

A knock on the door pulled Jesse from his musing. He turned his head and winced when that caused a wave of pain to skitter up and down his spine. Maybe he shouldn’t have waved Angela off when she wanted to look him over. He probably should call her when a mug of hot coffee and blood along with a good day’s rest didn’t cure it.

Nodding to himself Jesse wandered over to the door. He didn’t open it immediately but focused on his senses in order to see whether he should actually open it or reach for Peacekeeper. He didn’t have any close neighbours, the closest one being about twenty miles further south, so it couldn’t be about a bit of sugar.

Jesse inhaled slowly and closed his eyes. They didn’t help him in that moment and his hearing was still good enough to make out enough facts for a decision. If that wasn’t enough, he could always take a deep breath and scent them.

Two heartbeats, one slightly more elevated than the other. Quiet conversation, but the same voice. Japanese, if Jesse remembered correctly.

His breath left him in a rush when the consequences of his listening lined up. He knew that voice, even though two people spoke. He had heard it before, growling in frustration and gasping in pleasure. The voice had begged him for more, in a strange echo that had made him shiver in delight. Jesse didn’t even try to fight he grin that crept over his face.

He reached out and opened the door in one fluid motion.

“Now,” Jesse leaned against the doorframe. “Shouldn’t the two of ya be on yer way back to yer own dimension?”

Two sets of ears turned in his direction a second before their owners did. There was no sign on their face that might have shown their surprise but both heartbeats picked up for a moment. Jesse smiled smugly. That must have been quite the discussion if they hadn’t heard him approach. From what he had gathered the last time they had been together, those ears hadn’t been mere decoration. Both had picked up on his lack of a heartbeat within moments of their meeting. He admitted to himself that he was mighty curious just what had them so distracted.

Hanzo cleared his throat and Jesse wondered how he was supposed to differentiate between the two of them. They both were Hanzo - just from two different dimensions. If Angela’s words rang true. Which they usually did.

“Ah, the spell needs more preparation than we anticipated,” he said. There was no hesitance in his words and yet Jesse knew that there was more meaning behind them.

“Does it now,” he crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked both men over. They were both Hanzo. They both had the same facial features, the same body-built. The only thing different between them were their colours. Black and white hair along with respectively red and yellow tattoos.

Jesse entertained the thought of calling them Red and Yellow for barely a moment. That would get him into hot water faster than calling Genji out on his crush on Angela. Not that he was afraid of a little fight but something told him that he shouldn’t tease them in that moment.

“And what does that mean for me, now?” He grinned at them, showing his elongated canines. Neither of them seemed to care much about them, though, which made it all the better. It was rare that the sight of his smile was met without the stench of fear or unease.  The few that truly saw him and not just the vampire were all people Jesse cherrished.

“Well,” Okami - Jesse decided to call the white haired Hanzo by the name of the only Japanese wolf he knew - glanced over to the other Hanzo. Lone - shortened from Lone Wolf and Jesse could admit that he was curious as to why he was a ‘loner’ - nodded once.

“We had hoped that you would be willing to let us stay for the duration of that time,” Okami continued. “You are one of the few who knows about our situation.”

“You have helped us before, too,” Lone added, with a slight flush to his cheeks. Okami, too, blushed and Jesse didn’t need to be able to read their minds in order to know what was going on in their heads.

He watched them for a long moment. He saw their ears twitch, their tails wag slowly almost hopeful, even though their expression told him nothing. He listened to their heartbeats rise, whether from anger or nervousness, he couldn’t tell.

“Fine,” Jesse huffed after another minute of watching them. “There is one condition, though.” Maybe he could get something out of this situation as well. If his words didn’t scare them away that was.

“What condition?” Okami sounded reasonably wary and Lone looked slightly hesitant as well.

“Ya can stay, but yer clothes must go.”

[wellthebardsdead]

Okami Hanzo x Fem Reader ((Okami/Wolf Children AU))

Repost from old blog, submitted by sleepy anon.

There are times in life where we must find a new path. It can be for many reasons, family, finances, love… but in your case, it was heartbreak, and a tired body and mind that was fed up with being used and taken for granted.

Your job as a fantasy story book writer and illustrator had sored and you were the most well known author in Japan. Many would think that those closest to you would be happy for your success, but they’d be wrong. Your parents contacted you as soon as word of your fame reached their ears, they only wanted money, your siblings did the same, people who bullied you in school and others you’d cut out of your life long ago began to pop up like clockwork.

But worst of all was your now ex-fiancé. At first he was glad, proud even of your success. But he grew jealous and bitter that you were earning more than him now, that you were too busy to perform the housework and chores of a ‘good wife’. That dinner wasn’t served when he came home and that you’d be too busy ‘wasting’ your time on your work rather than devoting your attention only on him.

He argued that he was a lawyer, that he had to go to school and work hard for his money, that what you did was easy and was no excuse for why you weren’t doting over him anymore, that all you did was write childish drivel and scribble subpar drawings…

The complaints turned into arguments, and the arguments into fights. Words turned into action, and soon you found yourself in the hospital and your ex, at the police station for domestic abuse.

It was all through the papers, the scandal was everywhere. ‘Famous author rushed to hospital’, ‘trouble in fairyland’, ‘happily never after’. Publicists thinking they were so clever by mocking you, your life and your career all to get a quick buck. You found your home soon swarmed by paparazzi, news reporters, media outlets of all sorts. You couldn’t even go to the shops without escort now. It was suffocating, it was driving you insane. You had to get out. You had to disappear.

And so, you did.

You’d always wanted to live in the country, you had fond memories of visiting your grandparents farm during the summer time. You wanted somewhere not too far from the nearest town, but tucked away enough that nobody would bother looking for you.

A trip to the nearest real estate presented you with the perfect place. A fixer upper. A traditional Japanese farm house out in the country by the forest. You had the funds, the property was large, and you’d always wanted to restore and build your dream home. It was a no brainer, you purchased it.

You pulled up in the driveway after travelling down the old dirt road, the realtor was waiting patiently with the keys in hand, “Ah! Miss L/N good morning!” She chimed. You got out of the car and smiled looking at the old place, already imagining what it’d look like once fixed up. “G good morning…It’s lovely…” you smile.

She handed you the keys before a worried look crossed her face. “I… don’t wish to alarm you but there’s been reports from the neighbouring farms that there’s a large dog on the loose. And… I saw these near the back entrance.” She says holding up her phone showing a photo of her foot beside a number of huge paw prints. “I’ve never seen prints this big before… it could be a wolf!” She says worried. You couldn’t help but laugh, wolves had been extinct here for centuries now.

“It’s just a dog with big feet. I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ll get the doors and windows fixed today to be safe though.” You smile.

The realtor nodded, “very well, I had our resident cleaning company come by as well. They’ve gotten rid of all the dust and dirt but the house still needs a lot of work. Good luck Miss L/N.” She bowed politely before getting in her car and driving away.

You watched her leave before looking up at your new home. A smile beamed across your face and you rolled up your sleeves ready to get started.

The morning crept into the afternoon, and soon the day turned to night. You’d spent the day moving in furniture, helping the repair men install the new doors, and a few holes in the roof. There was still so much work left to be done but with the worst of it out of the way you could tackle the rest on your own.

The feeling of freedom finally struck when you turned on the electricity for the first time. You watched the old lightbulbs flicker to life, like a newly lit glimmer of hope. You were home, the path ahead was bright.

———

You opened your fridge and sighed, you had just enough for dinner tonight and maybe enough milk for cereal tomor- dang you had none left either! It was only your first night here though, you’d be fine, you’d just have to run to town tomorrow.

“Ah…well…” you shrugged and pulled the ingredients from the fridge and started cooking.

After a simple but homely dinner you filled the bath and relaxed into the warm water. It felt so good on your aching bones, you didn’t realise how hard you’d worked today.

*scratch, scratch*

“Huh?…” your body went ridged. You could hear something moving about outside.

*sniff, sniff… whimper*

A sense of relief washed over you, it must be the wild dog. You weren’t afraid, you had no reason to be. The doors were fixed, so was the broken window. You were safe. After a moment the noise outside disappeared, you returned to bathing and relaxing.

You finished your bath and got dressed into your pjs, a simple night gown. It was too hot tonight to wear anything else. Summer was putting in one final push before autumn would come to blanket the land in reds and golds.

After brushing your hair and cleaning your teeth you unfolded your futon and lay down above the blanket, the fan blowing in your direction, you’d need to get air conditioning installed, if you couldn’t stand this you’d be screwed during the middle of the summer heat.

As you closed your eyes and felt sleep embracing you, you swear you heard a howl echo through the night.

———

The sunlight peered in through the stained glass windows and decorated the floor with colourful patterns, you’d need to get some curtains. After a moment you sat up and groaned feeling everything ache. No time for rest today…

You got up and got dressed, the washing machine and dryer would be arriving today, you should have just enough time to drive to the shops.

Collecting your reusable bags and keys you stepped outside eager to get to town, maybe grab a pastry at that nice bakery you saw when driving through. You looked out on the porch and felt your stomach flip. Muddy paw prints. They came right up to the front door… You ignored it before you turned to lock the house up and saw it.

Scratch marks. Only a few of them but clearly scratch marks, no dog has claws that sharp. The realtors words played in your mind again, -I think it could be a wolf- no, that’s ridiculous. Maybe it’s some of the neighbouring farm kids playing a prank. It had to be…

You drove from your little farm and into town, the shop was small but cute, and most importantly, it had everything you needed. You went about your business filling your basket. Youd just grabbed a bottle of milk when you noticed people looking at you curiously. It was a small town, new faces were easy to recognise, but they weren’t looking at you because of that. They knew who you were.

Grabbing the butter and milk you turned and quickly rushed off. You finished the rest of your shop in a hurry, as you stood at the register to pay you couldn’t help but see your face in the magazine wrack… you wished the world would just leave you alone. “Just ignore them dear.” The cashier, an elderly woman, middle eastern in appearance by the looks of it, smiled.

You watched as she suddenly placed a bag of really lovely looking fruit and a little package into your bag. “Ah th that’s not m-” she cut you off with a gentle, almost motherly smile. “It’s on the house dear, we like to make everyone feel welcome here. You bought the old shrine maidens house yes? Ah, that was a beautiful place when I was younger.” She says as she finished bagging your items.

“Shrine maiden?” You ask curiously, she nodded, her smile seemed to give away more than she was telling. “I’m sure you’ll find out what I’m talking about soon enough.” She chuckled. “Have a good day dear… oh, and tell Hanzo I said hello.” She says waving.

“Hanzo?” You look at her confused. “You’ll know him when you see him child.” She says before serving the next customer.

You couldn’t help but look at her a moment longer, confusion still visible on your face. You sigh and quietly leave with your groceries. After picking up a few other items, curtains, a mop and bucket, a few gardening tools, and an egg custard tart for breakfast, you headed home.

As you walked up the front porch your stomach flipped once more… the paw marks, the scratches. They were gone… you stood there, utterly baffled, were they ever even there?.. maybe you were just still half asleep when you left this morning, that had to be it.

You shook the thought from your mind and stepped inside. You began to unpack the groceries, as you lifted the bag of fruit out you blinked seeing the parcel… curiosity got the better of you and you unwrapped it to find a set of incense sticks, and a little bag of treats, all labeled, Okami.

-Why did she give these to me?…- you thought. You rattled your brain trying to think of a reason when it clicked. Shrine maiden… there must be a shrine near by. Did she want you to put these there? Why?…

You finish packing away the groceries before looking at the time. The delivery truck wouldn’t be here for another few hours. You pick up the treats and the incense and begin your search.

Each room you searched proved fruitless, if there was an altar or shrine of any sort, it wasn’t inside. You expanded your search out into the garden.

You had no clue where to look at first, until you saw it. Paw prints… leading off into the forest behind your house. -wolf… okami….- You thought. You look back at the house before following the tracks into the trees.

As you fumbled through the overgrown foliage, it caught you off guard as you felt the dirt shift to cobble stone. You look down to see a man made path leading further ahead, you were going in the right direction.

The further you walked the clearer the signs became, old stone lanterns sat nestled in between the trees, unlit for god knows how long. And soon you approached a giant wooden arch, the red paint had peeled and the shide streamers were now yellow and brown with age…

As you stepped through you felt a wave of energy wash over you, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up… you felt like you weren’t alone anymore.

You looked up to see the shrine, a wolf statue sat on an altar, the kanji etched into its forehead read, Hanzo. You stood there for a moment before giggling, “oh, you’re who she was talking about.” You smile approaching the structure.

Reaching into your pocket you removed the incense and the snacks. You were surprised to find a matchbox already sitting there. Someone else had been coming here, and recently too. Maybe it was the lady from the store?… Did she expect you to become the new shrine keeper?…

After a few strikes you sparked a flame and lit the musky scented stick. You bowed and spoke a simple prayer as you sat a snack out with your offering. After a moment you sat up and smiled. “The… lady from the grocery store told me to say hi for you… I forgot to ask for her name but, she seems to know a lot about this place.” You say standing up before realising you were talking to a statue. You must be more lonely than you thought, even still, you felt that lingering presence. As if you were being watched.

You heard a horn honk in the distance, the delivery driver was here. “I I gotta go now! Bye!!” You bow to the shrine before running back. You were in such a hurry you didn’t even notice the stone lanterns had been lit…

———

“Do you think she’ll take the role of your new keeper, Hanzo??” A strange insect sized fairy like creature said as it climbed up onto the shrine after you left.

“Hm… I don’t know Genji, but… I like the way she smells..” a large white wolf said as he ate the snack you left behind.

———

It’s raining…

was such a huge relief getting the washing machine and dryer set up, you were worried they’d arrive after the storm had hit. You tossed in your laundry and let it run as you rushed through the house placing buckets under the leaks in the ceiling. You’d already fixed several of them but there were still quite a few left.

You had a pot of soup bubbling on the stove, and a loaf of fresh bread cooking in the oven. It’d be a while before dinner was ready, but you were feeling peckish. You grabbed an orange from the assortment the woman had given you and you sat on the front porch peeling it as you watched the rainy afternoon turn to night. You’d need to thank her the next time you went to town.

As the sun set behind the clouds the solar powered lanterns you’d hung up flickered to life illuminating where you sat and the front garden. A sense of belonging washed over you as you ate the sweet citrusy fruit and enjoyed the rainy weather. Home… you were home…

After finishing your snack and revelling in the peace life had brought you to you stood to head inside. You looked over the garden to the adjacent field and caught a flash of something white, something big, moving… you quickly rushed inside and closed the door locking it… that was far too big to be a dog…

You backed away from the door before rushing to make sure everything else was locked. Maybe you’d have to report to the police tomorrow in case whatever that thing was decides to stick around…

———

After a hearty dinner, a warm bath, and emptying the water you’d collected from the roof leaks, you retired to bed.

The storm outside had grown rather violent, it was surprisingly chilly tonight too… you didn’t need the fan, the heavy rain on the old roof was the perfect ambiance to sleep anyway. Your head hit the pillow, and after a moment you were asleep…

The house was still, the only sound was the dripping of water from the roof, and the ever present thunder outside. The noise blocked out the pattering of paws on wood, it covered the sound of the door lock clicking open, and it hid the noise of it sliding open.

Golden eyes and markings glistened in the darkness of the front room as a giant white wolf entered your home… Hanzo.

The door behind him slid shut and locked back into place on its own, he shook himself dry before walking quietly through the house. He stopped as he spotted you. So delicate, so beautiful… he approached and sniffed at you. You groaned and rolled away as his wet nose booped your cheek.

He couldn’t help but wag his tail and smile, he’d decided it. You’d be his new keeper. He walked to the foot of your bed and lay down, guarding you, admiring you… -so pretty….- he thought.

The morning arrived but the rain hadn’t left, it had dissipated into a steady downpour. Hanzo found himself leaving your side several times throughout the night to empty the buckets and eventually just got so annoyed he expelled a little magic to fix the holes entirely…

You opened your eyes tiredly, it was rather cold in the house today. You tried to pull your blanket up further over yourself but something was on top of it… something heavy… You look up at the foot of your bed and feel your whole body drain of blood out of pure terror…

There was a giant wolf, on your bed, and he was looking right at you. “….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” You shrieked.

Immediately you flew out from under the covers and grabbed the nearest thing to protect yourself, a broom. You pointed it right at the large creature but he didn’t move from where he lay, if anything, he seemingly wagged his tail and looked at you with amusement on his face.

You felt your knees begin to buckle as he got up and stretched before sauntering towards you, ears forward, tail still swishing. “S stay back! Stay back!” You scream bonking him on the nose with the broom. The wolf staggered back and growled before grabbing it and yanking it from your grip.

The broom made a loud clattering as it hit the floor. You were backed into a corner, you whimpered watching him approach closer… you fell to your knees and curled up into a ball crying. This was it, this was how you’d die… a large wet tongue suddenly began to lick your hand.

You jumped looking at the wolf as he nudged and licked you, he sat down and looked at you before resuming the activity… he wanted to be pat. Sheepishly you reached your hand up and placed it on his head, his ears perked forward as you began to scratch.

Relief began to wash through you, he wasn’t here to hurt you, he wanted to be friends… -how the fresh hell did he even get inside!?- you wonder. Up this close you could see his more odd features, golden markings across his fur, paint? No, they were definitely part of his body. You noticed his eyes, they looked human almost, smart, like he was observing you…

You smile… you’d always wanted a dog,… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, “h-hi… how’d you get in here big guy? What’s your name?” you ask softly. He suddenly pulled away.

He walked to the table and stood on his hind legs grabbing something in his mouth. He walked back to you and dropped it into your lap, the incense and the treats. He looked at you again before walking towards the back door that led to the forest.

You got to your feet and followed him in time to see your back door unlock on its own and slide open, your jaw practically hit the floor. He looked back at you before stepping out into the rain…

After a few moments of standing in utter shock your brain finally kicked back in. You fumbled to find an umbrella before bolting outside after him still only in your pjs.

You ran through the path you’d found yesterday though someone had clearly been through and cut back the previous foliage, you noticed the stone lanterns were lit too. As you approached the archway you saw him sitting in place of the statue, looking at you… As you stepped through a bell chimed, and suddenly he disappeared, the statue back in place…

It was clear what he wanted you to do, this was his shrine, he wanted another offering… you lit another incense and placed a snack down… no good, it’d get wet with the rain… you sat your umbrella down over it making sure it was secure. You stood there in the rain uttering a prayer before stepping away. You were so confused, so many questions ran though your mind… you had to speak with that woman again…

By the time you reached the house you were drenched and your legs were covered in grass and dirt. You stepped up to the back door and froze… your umbrella was sitting there, along with a basket of fruit… paw prints leading away from it… you picked it up and rushed inside.

———

After a hot bath you got dressed into something warm, you could already feel a cold coming on. You went to empty the buckets only to find your roof had been fixed… how?… why?… did he do it?… You picked up your bag and keys as well as the umbrella before rushing out to your car…

The drive into town took a little while, you almost got bogged in a puddle on your way. You pulled up outside the grocery store and rushed inside. It was empty except for two people, the woman, and a gigantic man with white hair and a beard to bring envy to all men. “Hm? Ah hello again dear! Back so soon? Did you forget something yeste-…Ah… I know that face.” The woman said before giggling. “You met Hanzo, didn’t you?”

You approach the counter and nodded… “th the large, white…” you wanted to say wolf but she might laugh at you. “Okami.” She says softly, “I’ll be honest, I had a good feeling about you dear. After his last keeper passed away many people tried moving into that house but he’d scare them all away… you though.” She smiled, “I have a feeling he likes you given that you haven’t skipped town.” She chuckled.

“I..i left an offering yesterday… and I woke up this morning and, he was on my bed!” You stammer out. She threw her head back and laughed, “Oh my! I didn’t think he’d be that keen on you! It seems he’s chosen you as his new keeper!” She chimed.

“Huh? What’s that dear? Hanzo has a new shrine keeper?” A loud boisterous voice sounded from across the store, German accent perhaps?

You watched the giant man approach a gleeful smile on his face. “Oh and she’s a pretty one to! What’s your name liebling?” He smiled taking your hand in his, dear god his hands were bigger than your head. “Y/N, I I’m Y/N.” The man blinked before chuckling, “Ah! I knew I recognised you! Our daughter loves your stories! Such a pleasure to meet you! Ah where are my manners? I’m Reinhardt Wilhelm, and this is my wife Ana Amari Wilhelm.” He says gesturing to the woman.

Ana smiled waving her hand at her husband, “darling you’re startling the poor dear,” Rein blinked before politely letting you have your space. “Ah forgive me! It’s just so nice knowing Hanzo isn’t on his own anymore! We’ve known him since he was a young pup.” He says before grabbing a broom and sweeping behind the counter. “A young pup? So you two have lived here for-”

Ana cut you off, “A very long time, we were both brought here as orphans during the war.” She smiled. “We used to play at the shrine with Hanzo all the time, his keeper was such a lovely woman, you look a little like her actually. We never actually knew her name. I suppose because we were so young at the time she told us to call her Okaa-san… mother.”

“So… he wants me to be his keeper?” You say nervously. “It’d seem so dear.” She says suddenly pulling a box up from behind the counter, a dehumidifier. “Okami are spirits, they’re strange entities, and for whatever reason, he’s chosen you to be his shrine maiden.” She says as she wrapped the box up.

“What do I have to do as a shrine maiden?” You ask rubbing your forehead as you felt your sinus began to block up. “Care for the shrine of course, I’m sure the previous keeper left her memoirs there somewhere. And if not, just ask hanzo. He’ll show you.” She says before suddenly placing another parcel of treats up and a box of cold and flu medicine, she tucked it all into a basket and handed it to you. “Run along now Y/N before you get wet, there’s another storm coming.” She smiled.

“Ah w-wait I have to pay for this don’t I?” You stammer out. “Don’t be ridiculous, don’t make me set Rein on you with that broom!” Ana teased. You blush and hug your coat before nodding. “Th thank you guys, I I’ll see you later!” You say before rushing out grabbing your umbrella.

You got in your car and drove home, the storm caught up with you as you reached the dirt road. Your vehicle jostled about in the mud before suddenly stopping, refusing to go any further. The rain was pelting at your windows, you could hardly make out anything outside, but you clearly saw something white move by the passenger side door…

A scream errupted from your throat as a large hand pressed against the back window. You fumbled with your seatbelt trying to get free but then the vehicle shook aggressively, it was moving forward. Something was moving the car. After a moment it stopped… the hand had disappeared. You tried the gas again and you were moving…

You made it home. You pulled up as close as you could to the house and got out, your whole body shook violently either from the cold or how badly that incident just rattled you.

As you went to open the door for the basket Ana had given you you saw it was already sitting on the front porch. Paw prints leading away… You rushed inside…

———

Ana was right giving you the dehumidifier, the house was rather damp with this weather. You plugged it in before changing into some dry clothes. It was so cold… it felt like autumn had come early.

You began looking through the house, there should be something left behind by the previous keeper right? The house was abandoned after all. The bedroom, no luck. The bathroom, nothing. The kitchen, nope. The tatami room, Bingo!

You’d initially given up on looking until you tripped over a loose tile on the floor. Lifting it up you found what you were looking for and more. You pulled it out of its hideaway and spread it out before you.

The memoirs were kept neatly in a little diary, but that’s not what interested you right now. You were looking at the photographs you’d found… ones of Reinhardt and Ana, they were so little but it was clearly them, Ones of other children, and some of a beautiful maiden… she looked just like you.

There were other pictures to, of Hanzo, him as a fluffy puppy, all the way up to the size he was at now… but… who was the boy in all the other pictures?… long black hair, strong arms, in some he appeared to be wearing animal ears. The photographs followed him all the way from his youth up to adulthood, he was a handsome man, he had gold markings lining his body, his black hair had seemingly been coloured white in places, he looked far too young to be going grey, surely…

A loud crack of thunder roared over head and the power cut off… you curse and pull out your phone. There was thousands of notifications from your manager begging you to do some interviews, he was leaching off of your scandal with your ex, he wanted to make money off of your suffering, you simply messaged back that he was fired… after flicking through the apps you turned on your flashlight and picked up the pictures and the diary before heading back to the kitchen.

You set them on the table before digging through the cupboards for some candles. You found a couple but you had nothing to light them with… as if on cue a tap came from the front door… *knock, knock*… Someone was outside.

Cautiously you walk over and peer out. There was a man, a very handsome man, the same man youd seen in the photographs. He looked at you and smiled, he didn’t have any yellow markings on his face but he did have them in his arm, a tattoo? It’s an odd looking tattoo.

You looked him up and down, you noticed his shoes and jeans were coated in mud. “Ah, y/n? Right?” He smiled reaching into his pocket and removing a box of matches. “I’m Ha-…” he coughed clearing his throat, -shit, can’t tell her it’s me! She’ll be terrified!!- he thought. “Genji! I’m Genji!” He choked out. -smooth, he’s never going to let me live this down- he thinks.

He handed you the box of matches, the packaging looked familiar… “Ana gave me a call and asked me to drop them off. I came by earlier and saw you were a little stuck, you sped off before I could apologise for scaring you like that.” He blushed.

It took a moment for the gears to click in your brain, that hand, that must have been him! “ o oh no it’s fine really. I I shouldn’t have been so rude! Thank you for saving me out there!” You say softly. “Thank you Genji.” You swear you saw him grimace at that title, did he not like his own name?…

“It’s okay Y/N… are you alright? Your face is very red.” He says stepping closer and feeling your forehead, “you’re running a fever…” he whispered. Now he couldn’t tell if it was a fever or if you were blushing because now your whole face was pink. “I it’s nothing, just a little head cold.” You stammer out.

His concern didn’t waver for a moment. “Are you sure?..” you nod in response. “Y yes I’m fine, but…” you looked at his muddy and soaked clothes. “Would you… like to come in? My stove is wood burning so I can make us dinner and my water is gas s-so you can have a shower while I wash these off for you… a-after covering you in mud it’s the least I can do.” You frown.

He looked down at himself and chuckled. “I… would very much appreciate that Y/N” he smiled. You nod and open the door letting him in.

He made his way to the bathroom and after stripping off he set his clothes outside the door for you… -why are they covered in fur?- You wondered before filling a bucket with water and laundry detergent to clean them. While they soaked you went through some of your belongings. You found your ex’s yukata. You’d paid for it, so you took it with you… You’d initially planned on regifting it anyway.

You knocked on the bathroom door still hearing the water pouring, “Genji? Genji? I got something you can wear.” You smile. The door opened slightly and his arm reached out, -…wasn’t the tattoo on the other arm?..- you wonder.

His strong hand grasped the garment and retreated back to the bathroom. “Thank you Y/N! I was worried I’d have to go naked!” He laughed, he had the loveliest laugh. You smile and go about lighting the lanterns and candles before cooking dinner… it was nice having someone around who appreciated you. Even still… where was Hanzo?… was he avoiding the house because this man was here?…

———

Hanzo stepped back into the shower and sighed. “That was too close.” He says looking at the little figure sitting on the shower caddy. A tiny person dressed in green, the real Genji. “I’ll say, you forgot to hide your markings dumbass!” He laughed. “I still can’t believe you used my name! How did you not think to have one ready?” He snickered.

The Okami huffed, “I did, my brain just broke when I looked at her… she’s so beautiful…” he sighed. Despite the shower covering their conversation the two of them still kept their voices hushed. “Anyway..” Genji says standing up, “imma head out to find Angela, she’s been fussing over her new burrow, supposed to be a very cold autumn coming, and I offered to keep her warm.” he winked.

Hanzo chuckled, “Very well, be careful Genji.” He says picking him up and stepping from the shower. He placed the insect sized man on the windowsill. “I will… Anija… I’m happy for you.” He smiled up at him before suddenly jumping out like a grasshopper. He smiled watching him go.

After quickly drying off he pulled on the Yukata… whoever wore this last had a terrible scent… he didn’t like them. At least your scent covered it for the most part.

He tied the obi and stepped out to see you hanging his clothes up to dry by the stove. You giggled a little, “I spent 5 minutes trying to figure out why the dryer wouldn’t turn on. Then I remembered the powers still out.” You laugh before a horse cough suddenly cut your joy short.

“Y/N!” Hanzo says suddenly rubbing your back and taking your hand, “please… have a hot bath, I’ll handle dinner.” He says softly. You shook your head after a moment and cleared your throat. “I I’m fine…” you say softly, you looked so pale, so tired, your whole body was trembling…

Your not entirely sure what happened, but the next thing you knew you were dressed in your warmest pjs, laying in your futon. It was snuggled in the kitchen of all places, right beside the wood burning stove. It was so warm, so comfy. “Y/N?…” you heard Hanzo speak, he held your head up offering you some water, “Th-thank you genji.” You coughed.

He scrunched up his nose a little, he really didn’t like being called anything other than his actual name, never mind his brothers name. You were too delirious to notice anyway. “Do you have any medicine?” He asked as he stroked your hair. “I-in that basket up there… I don’t know how Ana knew I’d need it.” You say softly.

“Heh, she has a knack for it I think. When I was younger she’d have no trouble knowing when I was unwell.” He says grabbing the medicine and returning to you. A moment of clarity broke through your fevered brain… he was in photos with Ana and Reinhardt as children, he should look the same age as them now surely… but no here he was right in front of you, looking 38 at most…

You looked at him observing his features as he fed you the medicine, was that gold mark always on his cheek?… “…Hanzo?…” you whisper out.

His whole body went stiff, two fluffy white ears popped up from his hair, they tucked back and he looked like a kicked puppy disguised as a sexy man. “Y-yeah?…” he says sheepishly, embarrassed he got caught…

You smile, he was so sweet… you reach up and pat his hair gently, “thank you…” you whisper before closing your eyes… you heard him shift, and you felt his warm breath against your lips, he smelt nice, like juniper and cinnamon, “will you be my keeper?…” he whispers softly. You smile and nod, “only if you’ll let me..” you whisper before feeling his lips press against yours as you fell asleep.

When you woke the next morning he lay by your side, his soft white fur was so cuddly and warm. You blink seeing two little figures laying in it, a little green sprite and a tiny peach fairy… there was still a lot for you to get used to…

———

From then on Hanzo was forever at your side. He’d be there in the morning when you woke and he’d be there at night when you went to bed. He’d run off to his shrine and wait for you before coming back home with you after your offering.

Hanzo introduced you to other spirits as well, all of them very friendly. Jack, a half kitsune. Amélie, a spider. Akande, an oni. Mccree, a fellow wolf. Angela, a peach blossom fairy in spring and summer and in autumn and winter a sugarplum fairy. And Hanzos literal little brother, Genji.

Ana and Reinhardt visited regularly and helped you repaint the pillars and clean up the shrine. Each time they’d swing by Ana would have another gift for you, from something as simple as tissues or fruit to something as grand as a new dress or a heater as the colder months approached.

You and Hanzo had grown close to say the least, more than close even… you’d fallen madly in love with the great spirit… and he was just the same with you.

Hanzo would regularly change to his human form when you two were alone, But it wasn’t his true human form. He hoped you’d never have to see that. He thought he looked old like that, at least in this form he thought, maybe you’d want to stay with him, maybe you’d prefer him if he looked young. He was scared that if you saw that old white wolf you’d leave him…

It was on one cold autumn evening that his worst fears came true, well… almost. He lay on the floor beside you as you worked on a story illustration, your latest work, it was sure to be a best seller. Your feet were swollen and your stomach was beginning to pudge out, you were pregnant. You and Hanzo never discussed having children, but you weren’t actively against it either. You both decided to leave it to fate, and you were blessed with child.

The wolf glanced up at you, beaming with pride. You, his most beautiful treasure, now carrying his children. He thought you to be the most divine thing he’d ever seen on earth.

His ears twitched and he lifted his head sniffing the air… he recognised that smell, he didn’t like it. He stood baring his teeth and snarling. “H-Hanzo? What’s wrong dear?” You say surprised. You’d never seen him so upset before.

“Y/N?!” You recognised that voice.. what the hell was your ex doing here?… you should have known he’d find a way to weasel himself out of a prison sentence for what he’d done to you.

You patted Hanzos ears and walked to the kitchen as you heard the sliding door open, the bastard had let himself in. He had a bouquet of roses in hand and a tacky suit on… his career as a lawyer had flopped, nobody wanted to hire a man who’d abused his fiancé, and without your money filling his pockets it was clear he’d fallen on tough times.

“Baby! There you are! God I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I’m so glad I finally found yo-” you raise your hand and cut him off. “How, did, you, find, me…” you say with venom on your tongue… “Aw don’t be like that Y/N, I went to the realtor and had them find out your location for me… I might have threatened to sue them but that’s not the po-” you cut him off again.

“I don’t care what the point is, whether it’s what you have to say, why your here, or-” you pull a sharp knife from the sink. “Or this point! Now get the hell out of my house!” You scream.

His expression turned dark, “listen here you little bitch! I travelled up and down Japan looking for your sorry ass! After you had me arrested! After you ruined my career! I spent the last of my money on this suit and these flowers for you! And this is how you treat me?!” He shouted as he reached for you.

He jumped as a strong hand grabbed his arm in a vice like grip… Hanzo entered the kitchen. Your mouth parted in an awestruck gasp. He looked majestic, his head adorned with a white wolf hood, its pelt draped around his shoulders and into two large braids, the rest of his attire equally elegant and regal. His facial hair was a silver white and so was the rest of his once onyx locks. His markings were glittering like starlight, they were moving… “Hanzo…” you whispered, he’d utterly stolen your breath away.

He smiled at you, before turning his attention back to your ex. “Keep your filthy hands off of my beloved… get out of my shrine…” he snarled. “What?! You replaced me with a fucking furry?!” He shouted moving to push Hanzo off. That was all the wolf needed to bend the jerks arm back and snap the bone.

You covered your ears hearing the crack and then the horrible scream that erupted from your ex. You watched as Hanzo released him, he bolted outside to his car, all the while screaming that he was calling the police, that everyone would know he was the victim here, that he’d ruin your career…

Hanzo planted a gentle kiss on your lips before following after him casually. He raised his hands and your eyes sparkled watching as a bow and quiver materialised from his markings. He knocked an arrow into place and drew it back… “ŌKAMI YO WAGA TEKI O KURAE!!!”

The wind sang with the howls of two wolves as they sprung forth from his arrow. They danced and spiraled around one another, teeth snapping, maws wide open. You watched as your ex turned to face them before shrieking in horror as they consumed him… all that was left behind was his tacky suit…

You stood there, amazed… unable to say anything other than just process what had happened… Hanzo turned and began to leave, you blinked realising he wasn’t going back inside. “Love?…” you whispered as you took hold of his hand.

He looked back at you, yellow eyes staring into yours… “I’m sorry I hid my real form from you… my… real human one that is… I’m not as young as you Y/N… I had no right to trick you into thinking I was either I just… I thought ma-” you pressed your lips to his and pulled him close…

Humans confused him sometimes, but he wasn’t complaining… he lifted you into his arms and smiled nuzzling your hair. “You’re not mad?…” he whispers. You shook your head and kissed him again. “I think you look good… now your ears match your hair colour.” You giggle. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

You look over at your ex’s car. “Think jack might be able to use it?” You ask as you played with the fur of his hood. He nodded. “Mhm, hes the only one of my friends with a human license.” He chuckled before carrying you back inside.

———

A week had passed, you sat on the front porch with Hanzo resting his head in your lap, one hand patting his fur, and the other holding the phone to your ear.

You were talking with your new manager, a lovely woman named Olivia Colomar. She was ecstatic and so giddy listening to you explain your sales pitch for your newly completed book. “Y/N! This is going to be so great! I’m looking at the cover art on my screen and it looks beautiful! Oh! What’s the name for it again?” She asks typing up the email for the publisher.

“Wolf children.” You reply. Hanzo nuzzled your stomach in approval.