#the Shimadas? devastating

[sleepy-bear-tm]

I can let a lot of inconsistencies in media slide if I find the world or characters interesting. I may go on rants about the writing but if it’s got distinctive lore? I will simply look away from aspects I do not like.

[hyperfixated-homo]

brothers :3

[uchinagai]

The rhythm of winter - karina

𝜗𝜚 idol!Karina x figure skater!reader

𝜗𝜚 synopsis : y/n,  one of the biggest names in figure skating and Karina, also a big name in the K-pop industry. None expected these two worlds to collide, even if y/n secretly enjoyed their music, but all it took was 2024 winter Olympics that was hosted in south Korea to make the idol fall in love with the girl.

𝜗𝜚 contains : idol! Karina, figure skater!reader, fem!reader, wlw, mentions of ED, starving, overworking, cursing, bad mental health, strangers to lovers, the reader is 20, angsty but not really, mostly written in 3rd person view, kind of rushed in the end??

𝜗𝜚 w/k : 4.6k+

𝜗𝜚 a/n : english is not my first OR second language so please, ignore anything incorrect. this story is heavily inspired by Alexandra Trusova's 2022 Beijing but then just changed up. first time writing something this big so if spotted any mistakes please ignore them.. some Olympic events are changed for the plot and stuff. . Check out moodboards for a better idea of the vibes they bring to the function hehe… enjoyyyyy :3

Y/n moodboard || Karina moodboard

y/n, a top tier figure in skating known for her dark yet captivating aura. Some may even call her Yuzuru Hanyu's girl version in skating, she was that good. But the girl was mysterious, she had a lot of friends in the industry, Yuzu himself, Anna Scherbakova, Mao Shimada and so many others, but she was reserved from the public eye. Nobody knew her but also everyone did because she still made headlines. It was either about her dark fashion sense, skills, interviews, she was everywhere and was known as “South Korea's pride” that was till the 2022 Beijing incident.

She was promised, she was encouraged, she starved herself for this. She needed that gold medal like breathing, but no. everyone lied to her, including her coach, whom she trusted with everything. She got second, which in her world was losing: “winning is first place, everything else is losing.” She was mad at everyone and everything, they PROMISED her. She needed to land that god sake five quads that no woman has ever landed in history and she did it. She had to stop eating, lose weight, train unrealistically to achieve it yet it was not enough. When she finished her routine she was happy, she landed something no woman has ever done at age of 18 but her own friend, Anna, beat her to it. She was crushed, devastated, to say the least. She cried her heart out, cursing everyone who tried to get near her, her makeup was ruined but she could care less. She was so mad that getting near her was the same as stepping into a minefield—dangerous and potentially explosive. She pushed her own friend away. Was it slightly silly to end your friendship of 8 years over skating? Maybe. Did she care at all? No. This sport is her life and if someone ruins her perfect life, she gets rid of them. She blamed Anna, her coach, judges, everyone. In the changing room she lost it officially to her coach, she kept throwing skates at her cursing her out while the coach just dodged the, tried talking her out but y/n was never gonna have it. When she got back on stage for the awarding she had a mask on, yet it was obvious how shattered the girl was. In the interview said the lines that would change her career:

“I'm never stepping on ice again, I hate it.”

Who was she lying to? Of course she would make a big comeback for the 2024 olympics. She laughed at anyone who thought she was actually going and could freely compete without being threatened by her skills. She took private training in those two years while also working on her mental health away from the public eye, something she was expert in. In two years she also got into her home country's pop music.  K-pop was all over so she gave it a chance and discovered a few groups she enjoyed music of. She loved girl groups. Some of the groups didn’t match her usual aura but yet she enjoyed Girls generation, Red Velvet, (G)I-DLE, Newjeans, Kiss of life, Aespa., she loved the girls. But she had a goal to achieve in her home country: get the gold that was once stolen from her.

Karina, leader and main dancer of girl group Aespa, one of the biggest names in K-pop industry. Everyone was losing their mind over the girl. She looked unreal since her debut and earned the title of “human ai” along. She was pretty, talented and sweet and loved making friends in and out of the industry. She loved her job and the spotlight even more, so when her group got invited to the 2024 Winter Olympics as special guests, she was absolutely ecstatic, buzzing with excitement at the thought of being in the center of attention with cameras and she would also get to enjoy such shows as olympics live. Aespa opened the ceremony with their title track Armageddon and it was time for countries to come out. First was traditionally Greece to open and when it finally came to their country, South Korea, Karina fixed her posture to watch her home country athletes enter. They seemed so cool, Karina thought but a black haired girl seemed to draw her in. she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her. Maybe it was the look she gave to everyone, how reserved she seemed, but the girl was for sure interesting. She was wearing a basic white jacket as other athletes walked down while waving their country flag, the girl walked behind, looking around confidently with a small smirk that was till she looked to the side…. Russia.  Her once best friend, Anna, had to be there. Not like she wasn’t expecting her but seeing her was… a painful reminder of everything she had lost and everything she was determined to reclaim. Anna already knew the girl was there, she felt sad watching her from afar knowing nothing was changing between them. On the other hand, Aespa girls sat at a special spot, watching them. Karina couldn’t feel the tension between athletes but her focus never left the girl.

As they walked down and finished everything, she turned to her manager.

“Who was that girl, in the back, looking all scary?”

“You mean y/n l/n? She's figure skater”

“I'm shocked that she actually made the comeback…” said Ningning, shocked in a low whisper..

“Why is that?” Karina questioned.

“You don’t watch the Olympics at all, do you?” winter said, causing girls to laugh while the leader just sulked.

“Long story short, at Beijing 2022 she went crazy… absolutely lost her mind over winning second place.”

“Why? Second place is very good” Karina said.

“That's y/n for you. Her famous quote is “Winning is the first place, everything else is losing.” plus she did something no woman athlete has ever achieved at the age of 18.” Ningning explained as Karina realized just how serious the younger girl was.

The actual tournament was planned a few days later since there were other sports but instead of training, y/n was stuck with government officials of Korea and a bunch of chaebol kids ripping her ear off while talking. She had no interest in being here, she needed to train but couldn’t decline the offer since other athletes were going too and it was hosted by officials. So here she was, standing in front of the table with red wine in her hand. From afar it looked like a vampire had sneaked in, y/n is pale, tall, slender with deep black hair and bloody red lips. Her outfit wasn't anything big either, a black dress tight around her figure, a big puffer chrome hearts jacket, and big boots adding a few inches to her height even if she was tall without them. Her makeup wasn’t anything special either, not like her usual dark concept, it was light but she balanced it with “Kro 02” from Gentle Monster (sorry I really had to specify). Party was… boring to say the least. It was more like money talks between the rich, while athletes and singers were present for formal purposes.

Right, talking about singers.

y/n saw a few familiar faces that she saw on TV which made her slightly excited but had about zero courage to walk up to them. She was too tired of humans in general even if she hasn't seen the public eye for 2 whole years. y/n was shocked seeing how almost flawless these idols were: perfect posture, always collected face and easily socialized with everyone. They had no problem with walking up to any chaebol old or young and starting a flowing conversation. What were they even talking about? God knows. 

That was till y/n spotted her so called ‘bias’ from Aespa standing away from party, observing and seemed like she was just as bored with everything happening in front of her.

They locked eyes.

y/n just locked eyes with the Karina of Aespa.

She felt slightly intimidated by her gaze, that was still the girl's face softened and sent her a small smile which made y/ns heart flutter…  just a little.

None of them dared to step forward first even though Karina felt drawn to the younger one and without her knowledge the feeling was very much the same.

y/n considered Aespa, especially Karina, one of the best groups in their generation. SM for sure knew how to pick visuals AND talent at once because the girl across the table was everything. She was the prettiest girl y/n has ever seen on camera and in real life, the camera does no justice to her beautiful face. Sharp jawline, a smooth nose, and a perfectly shaped nose with amazing facial harmony, the girl was breathtaking. And talent? She had everything an idol needed, she was the main dancer for a reason, her movements were clean and sharp, her vocals were unmatched and the girl could even rap if she wanted to. She was sweet and playful with her fans too. 

She was perfect.

y/n wanted to be as perfect in her job as the older one. Even if they had different professions, y/n looked up to her idol due to her determination and hard work. She knew being an idol was no easy job at all and they trained just as hard. They had a huge hate train too and one scandal could ruin their whole career,

which was new to y/n even if she caused the scene of 2022 in Beijing. She had a huge fanbase who supported her and understood her pain of losing. She was more than grateful but she knew it wasn’t the same for them; they were criticized for everything so it was normal for them to get criticized for even looking at the opposite gender, which was so silly to y/n. So what if she looked at another guy? Doesn’t that mean they’re in love with each other; she was friends with so many opposite-gender figure skaters due to projects or introductions from friends. She could never see them more than a friend and colleague.

While y/n got so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice one of her childhood friends, who was one of the only chaebol kids she could stand, approach her with the black-haired girl next to him.

“Yo, y/nnie.’ 

Pause

“y/n, I call your ass back to this universe!” he says, as he nudges her side to snap her out of her clouds.

“What?”

As she freezes. Karina was next to him, standing there looking right at her. The gaze was alluring, like it was serenading y/n into her; or she was just reading into it deeply before speaking up.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, y/nnie,” she says as she reaches out her hand for y/n to shake.

“Nice to meet you too, Karina, was it?” she says as she shakes her hand slightly awkwardly due to y/n being starstruck by the girl's beauty up close.

While y/n was star-struck, Karina was no better; it was like the girl wrecked her whole orbit to bits and was having a hard time staying nonchalant about this small interaction.

“You two finally met. I think y’all know each other from TV a least so I thought u guys would get along. I present Jimin to you, y/n�� Jaewon says and whispers into Karina's ear “She’s not very social” which Y/n hears right away giving an offended look.

“That’s not true”

“It is”

“Is not !!”

“Anyways!! I leave you two to it” he says as he grabs a champagne and leaves the girls alone, standing awkwardly. That was till Karina just burst out laughing which caused y/n to tilt her head in confusion.

“What’s so funny?”

“No- no it's just that it was so silent and awkward I couldn’t help but laugh.”

“Oh right,” y/n says and chuckles awkwardly.

“Well im Karina, of Aespa, I don’t know if you know much about us, but yeah”

“I’ve heard a few thing or two. I'm bae y/n, the figure skater”

“I did my research about you before I came over here, you’re quite interesting”

Oh, that means she probably knows about Beijing…

“Oh really? What did you learn?”

“Well that first, you’re the ‘quad’ queen, seriously those 5 quads were amazing, how long did it take you??”

She knows.

“Quite a lot it was one hell of a deal too,” y/n says as she giggles and and takes a sip from her wine.

If Karina ever had a chance to re-hear the girl's giggles she would give anything, literally. It was so smooth and angelic that it made her want to become more of a funny person so she could get to hear the girl's laughter more.

“How’s the idol life? I don't really know much” a lie. y/n knew everything that was related to Aespa, she followed the fansites of each member and kept up with them WHILE training.

“Nothing exciting, we just had a comeback, if you watched the performance, scandals there, brand deals here, and it a little messy but we managed it!!” says Karina excited “We are a group of four, I'm the leader, ningning, Giselle, and winter”

“Winter? As in season??” y/n jokes as she chuckles. 

‘Yes!! But she’s not cold or anything, she’s the sweetest, it's her stage name. Her actual name is Minjeong, I'm Jimin, ningning is Ning Yizhuo, and Giselle is Aeri.”

“Oh so that’s why Jaewon called you Jimin,’ y/n says as she starts laughing “-also, ningnings name is so pretty, is she Chinese?”

“Yeah she's from Harbin”

“Oh, the cold queen? We would get along, all the ice made me immune to cold”

“What are your plans for this Olympics?”

“Gold.”

“She knows what she wants.” Karina thought.

“By what I’ve seen so far, I think you’ll for sure get that.”

Even if y/n knew that she was good, these words coming from her idol, for sure encouraged her and made her feel more proud.

“Thank you, Karina-ssi.”

—

The time passed, and the party came to an end without her being sick and tired of people talking non-stop, because Karina was next to her, making her laugh and enjoy the might little more. Of course, they exchanged numbers and for the last bid their goodbyes.

Has y/n always been this nervous before the match? No, but she was the last one to come out for her stage, and right before hers, Anna was on the ice and she was magnificent. Y/n knew Anna loved ice just as much as she did and truly enjoyed it. She was talented, determined, and very gentle and smooth with her movements, she was artistic, which y/n lacked a bit. Y/n always focused on tricks and spins while Anna was mesmerizing even if she didn’t have many tricks up her sleeve, she still had an impact on judges; that’s why her current score was looking at 243.12, which was good, but lower than 2022, which made y/n a bite happy, she could beat that, right?

y/ns choreography was complicated but didn’t lack the artistic side of it while also being full of tricks. The program concept was “the fallen angel”. y/n was wearing a dark black costume with hints of silver. The design was a well-fitted costume with metallic and feathered accents resembling broken wings with a combination, but the sleeves were flowy enough to make her movement seem more balanced while having dark smokey eyes.

The coach was talking in her ear, some encouragement but she muffled it out and calmed her breath as she did small jumps at the spot to warm up.

“AND FOR THE FINAL… Y/N L/N, REPRESENTING REPUBLIC OF KOREA!!”

Was announced by speakers as people started cheering for her. At least she didn’t get a black ocean or silence.

The door opened and after stepping on that ice with her black, leather skates everything went black; y/n made her way to the center and the beginning pose was simple: bend down on one knee, head bowed, with one arm extended as if reaching for something unattainable. Slowly “Dies Irae” by Verdi fades in and the choreo begins for a dramatic and intense opening

She Begins with a clean 4S to maintain the technical momentum

then lands 4F, challenging jump with precision to earn high base points and GOE.

 After 4F we get 4Lz with amplitude and control. 

Is she gonna try the same thing? But her body can’t take another 5 quads. As her coach thought, the music fades to “O Fortuna” by Carl Orff, building towards a powerful climax.

4T+3T serves as a technical highlight in the middle of the program.

4Lo Incorporate this difficult quad to maximize the technical score.

There it was; another five quads. The crowd goes loud, she did it once again, these would for sure earn higher than Anna, right? … but she was not done yet while the music goes to the last part, “Symphony No.7, in a major, Op. 92 - II. Allgeretoo” by Beethoven for a solemn and reflective ending. 

3A+2T A reliable combination that adds to the overall technical difficulty.

3Lz Execute later in the program, maintaining a clean technique despite fatigue.

3A+1Lo+3S This combination sequence increases the difficulty, especially in the latter part of the program.

She also did a few spins to earn more points such as Flying Camel Spin (FCSp4) Layback Spin (LSp4) and Combination Spin with Change of Foot (CCoSp4).

Finally. 

The ending pose was with a deep knee bend, one arm reaching upward as if making a final plea, and the other hand placed over the heart.

She got up, and looked at the judges from her lashes, almost glaring with a smirk, she didn’t celebrate like last time for 2022 instead left the stage and made her way to the changing room.

Little did she know, the black-haired girl that she was texting each night was watching over her, with a satisfied look, she didn’t know anything about the tricks y/n landed but they for sure looked amazing and memorable. She watched her 2022 performance and she could feel the change in her. The aura was unmatched, she was magnetic, and everything about her was Karina's style even if the girl texted like an elder due to being slow with the keyboard and not being into texting. As she watched in awe winter nudged her

“Fallen angel got your heart?”

“WHAT?? NO??”

“Oh, she definitely has~” ningning teased causing Karina to glare at her.

“We just became friends and I think she’s very… cool,” Karina admitted as members started making random sounds to make the leader blush.

Younger was sitting in the waiting room, the camera on her, focused on the screen waiting for her overall score.

Technical Element score: 136.23.

Of course, she gets a pretty high score, that’s her best trait.

Program Component Score: 112.14

This was unexpected; pretty high for skating skills, transitions, performance, composition, and interpretation.

Deductions: 3.15

Wait.

Oh my god.

Overall score: 245,22

She just won, not only over Ana but she also won gold for her country with 2 whole points of difference. She was stunned, frozen.

Not like she wasn’t secretly waiting for it but still, it felt unreal. 

She made it.

She was leaving the room for the medal presentation when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Anna clapping and cheering for her.

She smiled back at her.

Everything wasn’t over, after all.

As the gold was placed around her neck she bit down on it, for the tradition as she looked up to the crowd waving happily with Ana on her right, with silver.

There she saw the girl.

Clapping and jumping for her, screaming and she couldn’t help but laugh at Karina's silliness. She waved at older as she waved back.

Karina didn’t care about the spotlight or cameras that would capture this moment, she was cheering for her friend and her idol image was her least of worries. She saw how Anna and Y/n looked at each other. She couldn’t put this feeling in words but it for sure made her uneasy. If she could be on that ice, she would snatch Y/n right away and never let them interact but she’s meters away from the stadium and it would for sure cause a scene, so she's standing back, clapping for the winners. She could see how Anna was admiring her Y/n from the lower platform as Y/n was too oblivious due to her excitement. Older was glad Y/n was not paying attention because if she did acknowledge Anna she would drop all of her morals and cause the scene she’s being held back from. But Karina was also very conflicted, why was she feeling like this? Why is she all of a sudden so possessive over the girl? They’re not even that close, yet she yearns for her attention all of the time, calls her, spams her, and says random things JUST to get her attention, so what would older do?

Leave her position as soon as the crowd goes thin and walks to the lounge where athletes are gathered, complimenting each other's performance and just chatting. She spots her desired figure, the whole reason for her to consider being in a relationship late at night, the whole reason why she felt her knees go weak over a smile.

She was standing in front of a girl, y/n's honey-like laughter dripping out of her voice as she spoke with the person.

She was holding a panda plushy, an animal that Karina discovered to be Y/n’s favorite in the interview Younger mentioned. The person in front of her, whose face was shadowed by y/n was still an easy one to recognize.

Anna.

They seem to rekindle their relationship. So it appears.

Karina is probably the only person in this world to hate this sight, so here she is, standing there like a sore thumb watching the two interact with ease.

While she just stood there, the rest of the members decided to follow their leader to wherever she was heading off to and stood behind her.

“Rina?” the youngest called out to her frozen figure making her jump a little and look over her shoulder seeing her members with worry plastered on their faces.

“Yeah?”

Without a response, Giselle nudged her towards y/n and Karina took it as a sign and approached the younger, tapping on her shoulder as she turned around, a small smile flashing on her face.

“Hey,”

“Hey..”

Silence fell for a moment broken by Winter's small slip of a giggle making Karina glare at her over her shoulder while y/n looked at the short-haired girl, crackling a chuckle herself.

“The performance was excellent… I knew you could do it…” Said Karina mentally cringing at her awkwardness while the girl in front of her burst into laughter. Was she laughing at her?

“I never imagined you this awkward, especially over messages and that night at the party,” said y/n causing Karina to relax and now pout.

“I didn’t know how to approach you since you were already talking to somebody else…” she said, causing Anna to peek over her shoulder, a small smile on her face, assuming that idol meant her.

The girl was Slavic and looked like a perfect doll. She had a classical, graceful look with soft, light brown hair that flowed in loose waves. Her facial features were harmonious and refined, with a gentle and approachable expression. Even if on ice, she looked icey, in real life, she made up for all the warmth. Her sweet aura and presence made Karina feel uneasy.

It ate her up inside seeing them so casually together, chatting.

“Hello,” the girl greeted with a small accent slipping, which sounded adorable.

Idol smiled at her and bowed turning her gaze back to the younger.

“Remember, you promised me ice cream” Karina reminds y/n which causes the skate to sigh.

“I thought you would drop that..”

“Not after you told me you have never tasted mint chocolate,”

While the two kept going back and forth, the skater trying to reason with the idol, Anna stood there, watching the two bicker. It warmed Annas’ heart watching a person she associated with her childhood be so lively after everything she had to put herself through. Even if Anna wasn’t there, watching y/n prepare for the 2024 Olympics, she knew she wouldn’t be so easy on herself with food.

She noticed the lack of fat just as they stepped on ice, not like the girl wasn’t already in great shape.

“It was great, catching up, y/n” Anna interrupts the duo as y/n turns around.

“That’s sounding like a goodbye to me,” y/n joked as Anna nodded.

“It’s best I head back now,”

“Oh, sure then, text me… if you ever feel like it,” Y/n says as they hug each other for the last time and bid their goodbyes.

“You never tell me that,” Singer breaks the silence that was once achieved, causing y/n to turn around.

“Huh?”

“Do you like Anna?”

“You’re overwhelming me what is going on??” y/n was lost for words, idol always managed to mess her up, and not be able to form a straight thought. 

“Do you, or do you not love Russian ice skater, Anna Shcherbakova, y/n l/n?” Karina asks determined to find out the question fearing for the answer.

“No, No I don’t, Yu Jimin,” y/n answers back in the same tone but in a slightly mocking way.

‘No’ as an answer was all it took for Karina to lose all her threads holding her back to slide her hand from y/ns jaw to her neck and pull her into a kiss.

Figure skater was frozen, confused, and conflicted but couldn’t help but return the kiss as she grabbed older by her waist, pulling her closer as they savored the moment till both of them had to pull away, panting for air but saliva still connecting the two.

“W-wha?-” y/n looked at the older girl, wide-eyed, her voice barely above a whisper, “What… was that?”

“I think it’s the right time to tell you that I like you,”

“And you thought that was a proper way to say it instead of communicating like adults?”

y/n saying that to Karina felt like she just got rejected, right in front of others she tried to pull away but the second she tried, she felt y/ns grip on her tighten

“I didn’t say I hated it either.”

“You’re so complicated…”

“You still owe me that mint chocolate ice cream date and then I won't be so complicated”

“oh-ohhh, so you’re inviting yourself on a date now?”

“Yes or no jimin?”

“Million times a yes.”

"we are still fucking here," Ningning chimed in.

of course. they followed their leader.

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

Wait: Genji Shimada x Reader

Fear.

That’s all that rushed through his person as he pushed past doors and people, muttering apologies in his native tongue as he launched himself around corners and down hallways.

Fear.

He could barely breathe. He couldn’t speak clearly, rambling under his tongue in cut off words and phrases. He made no sense.

Fear.

What was left of his human parts were coiled tightly, precise, not missing a single beat against the metal floor of the Overwatch base. Metal feet colliding against the hard metal floors like a rabid symphony, scratches and cracking and squeaking and scuffing. It truly bled the ears.

Fear.

He knew no longer of the monk’s words. The painful trials of learning patience and long grueling time of relearning how to feel again were thrown out the window.

Fear.

The heat coming off of his face blinded him, steaming up the faceplates covering his face. His face was red under the metal coverings. Wet too, from salty tears and dribbles of snot like he were some scared little child again.

Fear.

Fear of losing you.

But his older brother followed. The older Shimada matched his younger’s speed once he took off from his place in one of the training rooms towards the medical bay. Upon turning the corner towards the sterile door, Hanzo had snatched at Genji’s shoulders, yanking him back. Folding the arms at the elbows, Hanzo grabbed Genji’s wrists and pressed him against the wall.

Both panting, Hanzo glared at his younger brother.

Footsteps could be heard follow, the jingle of spurs had followed, along with the calm calls of Genji’s master.

“You need to calm down,” Hanzo scolded. “What good will you running amuck do for them? In the state that they are in? You could distract them! They could slip up! They could die!”

“Let me go, anija!” Genji spat, attempting to yank himself away from the older Shimada. “I need to see them!”

Instead, he only grunted as Hanzo pressed him closer to the wall.

“Not until you calm down.”

Cole and Zenyatta had rounded the corner, the cowboy out of breath and grasping at his knees, panting like a wild dog. Zenyatta tilted his head towards his student before humming softly.

Hanzo and Cole alike were both shocked to see the omnic suddenly stand on two feet. In their time of knowing Zenyatta at the base, the omnic always seemed to defy the laws of gravity and float everywhere in a lotus position.

“Let go of his wrists, Hanzo,” he calmly advised, placing his metal hand on top of Genji’s tense shoulder. The older brother hesitated before sighing, releasing Genji’s wrists. “He is right, Genji. You cannot panic now for their safety and health. Miss Ziegler and the other medics are doing what they can to help them.”

Just as Genji opened his mouth, the door opened. Ana Amari stepped out, adjusting her eyepatch as a tear slipped from under the black cover. She was shocked to see the four outside, but eyed Genji the most. Her eyes softened before she sighed.

“Ana?” Cassidy whispered.

“They’ve lost a lot of blood. Angela is doing what she can to save them,” she mumbled. She stepped away from the door. “You can sit in the viewer if you need to, but… I wouldn’t stay long.”

Upon hearing those words, Genji rushed inside only to stop dead in his tracks at the window. One way, bright, crowded. A small screen sat in the corner, a view from above looking down on…

Genji felt Cole’s hand on his shoulder, but paid no mind to it as he watched your face.

Stitches across your face, bruised, bloody still and bandaged to all hell. You had caught in an explosion in Dorado, Los Muertos’ doing. You were in a small building when it had happened.

If you were right outside…

Genji didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.

He could already see some equipment that took him back to when he was initiated into Blackwatch. Cybernetics.

You had lost a body part… Maybe more. He remembered how devastating it was for him to lose both of his legs and a whole forearm.

“Genj…” Cassidy murmured, “they’ll be alright.”

He could only imagine how terrified you were, how much you were screaming and crying from the agony. Reinhardt had told him you were strong though, even as he and Morrison dug through the wreckage to find you. He saw how the old German warrior was saddened that even he couldn’t stop this from happening.

He felt like he would vomit right there.

Cole and Hanzo stepped outside after Zenyatta waved them off. The two were left in near silence. They could only hear your faint heartbeat fluttering every now and then.

“I know that this is a hard time for you, Genji,” Zenyatta hummed. He placed a hand on Genji’s shoulder and watched the screen with his student. Precise fingers worked on your body, tools were passed and needles dug in and out of your skin, sealing it closed as other needles numbed your body. “I know that you are suffering, that time is cruel to you as to us all during this tragedy. But know that even as time may take away what we love the most and how it may bring pain and agony, know that time will also heal all wounds and time will allow you both to grow. But sadly, all we can do now is wait.”

Genji said nothing, only letting his shoulders slouch. He was defeated. There was nothing the ninja could do now but wait just as his master had said.

“How about we meditate on this and we can discuss how we can help them after they wake up? Perhaps brightening up your shared quarters with some flowers?”

Genji looked to his master before smiling. Zenyatta, all the wiser, knew despite the faceplates blocking his view, that his student would do so at the drop of a pin.

And so the two sat in the viewing room, listening to your heartbeat slowly growing stronger.

[overwatchloresnstuff]

Illari lore and background

Now, there isn’t much lore here. I’ll be straight honest. But I’ll be happy to give some cultural background on a very interesting subset of Peruvian culture.

Illari’s full name is Illari Quispe Ruiz, with her first name meaning “dawn” or “new beginning”. Now what’s interesting about her is that she claims to be an Inti warrior. This originates from the Inca sun god of the same name, whose worship culminated in the Cult of the Sun. Inti isn’t a single god, but rather a cluster of gods given the singular name, as the Quechua-speaking people of Peru had a god for every stage of the sun. Inti’s depiction is most popularized as the central symbol of the Argentinian flag. Use of gold was extensive to depict Inti’s light. Many temples had statues of Inti, resplendent in a gold sun disc, his midsection hollowed out to cradle the ashes of emperors mixed with gold dust.

There are some 2000 tribes that were absorbed by the Incan empire, and even more who were butchered and destroyed by the Spanish in the early 1500’s, so it’s impossible to tell what tribe in particular Illari is from. Like many Peruvians who have decided not to recede into the rainforest or mountains to preserve their cultural identity, she pieces together what she can.

From what I can tell, Illari is one of the aqllakuna, the “chosen women”, selected to be a female priest of Inti (a mamakuna). This has been militarized in Overwatch’s universe but typically mamakuna were not warrior roles. In Overwatch, the Inti Warriors channel the sun to heal and burn their enemies, and protect their people. She was very young when she was selected, and worked very hard to earn the privilege of becoming the youngest Inti Warrior.

Illari was pressured to be the best. A great weight was put on her shoulders at such a young age, and as she trained her legend grew around her. Like many young people told they have incredible promise, she threw herself into her work.

The last stage of becoming an Inti Warrior is solar augmentation, a secretive process that threads the power of the sun into the body of the warrior, likely through nanite technology. In Illari, this had a devastating effect; her body embraced more power than any Inti warrior seen before, and unable to hold it she blasted the chamber. Illari’s power destroyed every single Inti warrior, their temple, and the technology used to create Inti warriors. It wasn’t her intention or her fault, and yet she carries a deep survivor’s guilt as the Last Child of the Sun.

Strangely, Illari has no connection to other characters in lore. While everyone else has at least a passing connection (Lifeweaver to Symmetra/Vishkar, JQ to the Junkers, Kiriko to the Shimadas, Sojourn to old school Overwatch and Rammatra to Zenyatta/Shambali), she is entirely new on the playing field and lore wise feels a bit alienated from the rest of the heroes.

Illari does mention to Ana that she studied her in school, and she snaps at Soldier about his past, meaning the Inti at least had some knowledge of Overwatch, but that’s all the hint we get she has any knowledge of the outside conflict or the omnic crisis.

Illari is polite with the other heroes, but not overly friendly. She tells Brigitte she has a llama named Chuño, after a freeze dried potato snack popular in Quechua-speaking nations. Genji teases her about her humming, which she seems to take offense to. She does use Sombra for information, and rebuffs any concern that Olivia has for her welfare. This feeling seems to be universal, as she rejects Hanzo’s attempts to bond over their grumpiness. The only person other than Brigitte that she seems warm toward is Lucio, teasing him about Brazil’s football losses.

Overall, Illari is a lost and traumatized woman at the tender age of 19 who isn’t ready to bond with anyone. Her elimination lines with tidbits like “I’ve done worse, and I’ll do worse” and “you get what you deserve” show a hostile, and bitter creature. While almost the entire Overwatch cast can empathize with this, it’s clear Illari is immature and will need time (she will bitterly mock Rammatra/Reaper about his pain while killing him, which, considering the circumstances shows a shocking ignorance on her part).

Let’s move onto her skins.

Most of her skins are variations on her base skin, so let’s look at it closely. Her weapon looks to be a variation on a Tumi knife, a rounded knife with a bulbous end and a highly ornamental hilt popular among Quechua peoples. She wears a Jobona, or wool jacket under her lliclla cape, and sports heavy earrings made of bronze or gold. I am a bit sad they didn’t include more colors and patterns on her base skins, as the Peruvian people adore colors, splash patterns over every conceivable item of clothing, and even the humblest farmer’s wife is an explosion of color.

Her Daybreak and Sundown skins seem to be a mishmash of Quechua dress, Spanish influence, and Inti Sun Cult dress. The little hat is a montera, from the Iberian peninsula, paired with a distinctive sun mask from the Inti Sun Cult. The Peruvian people are known for their hats and hat culture, with each region sporting a distinctive style, suggesting she comes from a region with heavy Spanish influence. The cape or lliclla is a distinctly Peruvian design, about waist length and usually made from alpaca or vicuña wool.

I do hope Illari can learn to relax around the heroes, perhaps educate herself on the devastating effects of the Crisis, and learn that her trauma can be helped by those around her. After all, with characters who have lost entire cultures or had their connections severed like the Junkers, Shimadas, Lifeweaver, Sigma etc, she might find she’s not as alone as she thinks she is.

But, like a typical teenager, one cannot see the forest for the trees. Especially with the sun currently in her eyes.

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

[suckishima]

okay yeah i'm thinking about shimada and takinoue and how they're just local dudes who still casually enjoy volleyball and go play this pickup game because their friend somehow got roped into this temporary coaching job and then all of a sudden they're inspired and nostalgic about the ridiculous passionate things these high schoolers are saying—"as long as i'm here you're invincible!"

and then one of the kids who didn't even play in that practice match shows up at shimada's store and asks him to teach him jump float serves—which shimada doesn't even remember doing, let alone remember yamaguchi. and then he does!! he just takes time out of his workdays every week to teach this kid how to serve, and for no real reason other than that yamaguchi asked so earnestly

and so shimada and takinoue go to watch the tournament bc hey i guess their friend ukai has committed to this coaching thing and shimada has been kinda working with this yamaguchi kid for like a week now so sure that's a way to spend a saturday. and then the passion is on full display on the court again, as well as the devastation and shame not only of karasuno's loss but at the brutal truth that their skills just aren't enough yet, and yeah shimada and takinoue know those feelings too

so takinoue finds himself looking up game footage of opposing teams and collecting them together for ukai and the team to study, and then splicing together clips with soundtracks of karasuno doing their coolest shit so that they can see and feel how awesome they are—we've even seen him take over practices for ukai if he cant be there

and then shimada just takes his training with yamaguchi so seriously. they have a schedule, he's set up a net in the back area behind his store, he goes through different processes yamaguchi can use to get better not only physically but mentally too. and then he's in the stands crying and calling yamaguchi "my boy"—he's running around an entire arena sweating his ass off and embarrassing himself to shove an ipad into a plastic bag and hold it over his head just so that yamaguchi hopefully sees it and doesnt get swept up by his nerves

like these guys do everything they can for the team and for those kids. they ask for donations in their shops, they take time off work to travel to tokyo, they recruit their employees and other friends to watch the matches, and they go to every game. every single game

they aren't family. they aren't relatives of anyone on the team or even anyone at the school. they didn't have to do any of that. they're just some of ukai's friends who got inspired and made a difference

[colemorrison]

If you can just let me know, if its okay

He was a monster, that’s what he was in his own eyes, some sort of creature who didn’t deserve love.

“Hanzo, you know that isn’t true.”

The Shimada’s face was torn between hurt and rage, he always believed himself to be the worst kind of man, not a man. Something devastating.

“Han, listen to me.”

Cassidy paused using his metal arm to hold the others face while his flesh one held the others shoulder.

“You are much more than the mistakes you made a decade ago. Yeah you did some messed up shit but you were a kid.”

“So was he, Cole. So was MY brother.”

“Han, you’re not listin’. You are much more than what your brain tells ya. Do I need to call Genji?”

Sure Hanzo was the eldest but that never stopped him from running to Genji when he couldn’t keep it in anymore. Genji was his safe place.

“He’s forgiven you, ya need to take the time to forgive yourself.”

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You need to forgive yourself.

[cybernightart]

Starwatch au: Genji and Hanzo lore

Here it is, some people have asked to see this au, so i tried to write it out. I'm not a great writer, so it’s not the best quality but i think the idea is really cool, I'm just still learning how to convey my ideas by writing rather then word vomit XD

Tw mention of brainwashing/manipulation, death/murder/assassination Shimada empire was a clan of warriors known across the galaxy as some of the greatest warriors in the collective galaxies 

So it was all the more devastating that the clan fell after the surprise attack by the infinite empire,after the Shimada empire had renounced the actions of the infinite empire and publicly stated that they wouldn't listen to whatever the infinite empire had to say. They said that if anything were to happen, their dragons would protect them, that their dragons wouldn't allow any harm to come to their people.

During the attack, the infinite empire killed the emperor of the shimada clan, Sojiro Shimada in a public display, to make a message of standing up against the empire and their conquest of all the galaxy's.

The Shimada empire had been allies with Lucio's kingdom, with the closest relation between the two being the friendship between prince Lucio and the second in-line crown prince (Kotaishi) to the Shimada empire, Genji shimada. Who were often seen partying, playing music /games and having fun together both in the public eye and in private.

In the fall of the Shimada empire, Genji was taken, not as a hostage but rather to be used as a weapon. Emperor sigma originally just wanted to kill the prince, but his grand Seer advised him otherwise. That it would be a better idea to, rather than kill him, to manipulate/brainwash him into fighting on their side, as the empire would only get stronger by having one of the galaxy's greatest warriors on their side.

After being presented with this idea, Emperor Sigma agreed, and instructed The seer to look over the process herself to ensure nothing went awry. And as planned, the process was a complete success, Genji was now a bloodthirsty assassin who would listen to the Seer's every word. He was then remade into the empire's assassin, donning a new set of armor, and even some other cybernetic upgrades to give him the fighting edge over any opponent, enhancing his already superhuman abilities. Including that of summoning his spirit dragon, which had now turned a blood red to represent his new found bloodlust.

One compilation the Seer did not foresee was that she herself would fall for the prince. How deeply she cared for her assassin, and how deeply he cared for her. This however only seemed to make the control of the Seer more powerful in Genji's head. He would do anything for her, even if it meant giving his own life for hers. 

They were almost always by each other's side, with Genji working as a sort of bodyguard for the Seer, protecting her from any potential threats.

The Seer is often seen placing a hand to the side of his mask, as he places his hand over hers, interlocking fingers as they stared deeply into eachothers eyes. The assassin being deeply in love with the Seer. Genji had also developed an almost animalistic demeanor, with him curving his back, tilting his head, and crouching slightly in his stance, while always walking(and running) on his toes. Which on top of his new armor, with its glowing red visor and appearance of a Sharp jagged mouth fangs and tusks, made him absolutely terrifying to face.

 Other members of the empire have seen this as a threat, that the Seer would go soft, that the assassin was not loyal to the empire as the Seer claimed and rather to her and her alone. Even going as far to say the Seer might seek to take over the imperial empire by having the assassin kill the grand emperor. Of course the Seer was appalled by the notion, and reassured the emperor that she would have no reason to, nor would she want to take over the empire. Especially since without the emperor's power, the empire would surely fall, regardless of any assassin.

So, the emperor allowed the assassin to remain with the Seer on the grounds that she would never use him against him in any way. And of course she agreed. She, as it stands, wouldn't ever betray the empire let alone the emperor. And though it was true that Genji didn't necessarily follow the commands of the emperor or the empire, rather only followed the Seer and her every word. Since the Seer would never betray the emperor, neither would Genji.

As successful as the attack on the shimada clan was, they made one mistake, letting the crown Prince and heir to the shimada empire escape. Hanzo had fled with the rest of the survivors of the attack, and when he found out about not only the death of his father but also believing that his brother had also died. He was completely and utterly heartbroken blaming himself for the death of his brother. This guilt/greaf fueled his desire for not only redemption but to take down the empire that had taken everything from him. This desire led to him finding the watchers and joining by their side fighting towards the same cause, but once he joined the watchers and saw Lucio with them it only brought both of them even more heartbreak at the (presumed) loss of their brother and best friend. 

Hanzo joins the watchers shortly after the rescue of 3.c.h.o , which during her time captured she learned new information about the empire. That they had acquired a new unhinged and deadly assassin that would listen to every command of the Seer, and who served as her bodyguard, preventing anyone from taking down the Seer and by proxy the empire...

!!!Additionally information!!! This is more just au stuff and won't transfer over to the actual game if this where legit 

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The shimada empire contained people from across the galaxy, and would take in and protect anyone who needed it. And would train them into being strong warriors

The shimada family specifically were not only blessed by the ancient dragon god's In the form of spirit dragons that would empower ever swing,kick,slash,stab, or shot, but also were descendents of the ancient dragon gods themselves. Giving them sharp pointed teeth (pronounced canines mainly but every tooth was sharper than the average human tooth), elf like ears, soft but crazy spiked hair if cut short/ long flowy hair if left uncut, more durable skin, dragon like tails, clawed Hands and feet, sharp piercing eyes and unusually shaped eyebrows that seem to come off their faces. They also seemed to have slight animalistic demeanor in the way they hold themselves, run, fight, and most evident in the way they sneak around/crawl/perch on ledges, but also manifesting in how they sleep, lay down, sit, etc. 

They primarily speak in a language that seems to be a cross between human japanese and some for of draconic tongue, including snarls, growls, roars, and other noises including ones when they are happy which others swear sounds like purring but they heavily deny it (Hanzo and Sojiro mainly denied it entirely while Genji just seemed a tad embarrassed by it and even though he also would deny it, he agreed it did sound like purring) 

Additionally abilities that came with this are: 

.higher durability due to their stronger skin

.Increased flexibility beyond a human level

. Above human strength

. Increased ability to see in the dark

. A higher connection to the water, and the air ,but specifically Storms (having somewhat of the ability to create and control lightning, but it more often than not comes off as a more extreme version of a static shock that gets stronger as they get more emotional)

. A slightly faster than human healing factor (can recover from injuries faster but not by much)

. And on top of the night vision they have overall increased senses as well (such as above human levels of sight, smell, hearing especially, having above human levels of touch [being able to feel and detect smaller changes in texture, temperature, pressure, or variation], and obviously increased taste [allowing them to pick up on individual flavors and intricacies within food and drinks]

. increased emotions (leading them more quickly to extremes such as rage, sorrow, hysterics, etc)

Additional specific abilities to each brother:

Genji (pre-brainwash)

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. Increased movement speed (this includes reflexes ,normal walking pace, etc)

. The ability to dash over a certain distance at near light speed

. Increased strength (allowing him to throw his shurikens and other weapons hard enough that they would do the same damage as a bullet)

. High levels of charm (able to talk his way out of situations more often than not, for used to quickly befriend or enchant acquaintances, and a higher ability to lie [even though he doesn't like lying so he really needs it for that])

. But struggles with regulating attention leading to him either getting distracted more easily or getting bored faster

Genji (post-brainwash)

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(In addition to previously mentioned unless stated otherwise)

. Ability to double jump

. Further heightened strength

. Even though he still does possess the ability to use it ,he does not use his charm nearly as much, with him only ever talking when talked to or instantly jumping to action (primarily violence)

. He still has issues regarding his attention but is now more regulated into a state of being hyper-aware of surroundings or completely mentally absent (responding to commands like a drone, with no thought behind it)

. Additionally his emotions have both been suppressed and heightened, with him having a heightened anger levels, and extreme loyalty which for the Seer also manifests as a sort of love/desire/obsession 

Genji's weapons 

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. Incredibly durable shurikens which he can throw faster than a bullet

. A wakizashi (a short sword he can use when dashing through enemies, or to deflect incoming projectiles)

. Ryu-jimonji (his dragon blade, a obachi crossed with a lightsaber, that he can use to channel his spirit dragons power to deliver more deadly strikes) 

. Additionally he has other hidden blades in case of him being disarmed

. Hidden smoke bombs which he can use to create an opaque screen that he can use to escape, or disorient opponents

Hanzo

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. Dragon sight (allowing him to use the dragon's eyes to see through walls, obstacles, or to see internal injuries on himself allies or enemies for short bursts at a time [like X-ray vision])

. Having two dragons as compared to Genji one, allowing him to send them spiraling towards enemies to be devoured ,attacked , or otherwise dealt with

. Able to channel his dragons powers into creating ghostly lightning bolts of arrows that he can fire in short bursts at a rapid pace [can deflect off walls]

. He's also able to use his dragon's power and combine his dragon sight with his shot, and allow a single arrow to navigate through multiple targets even if they're not aligned

. He also has scatter arrow because why not 

Hanzo's weapons

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. Storm bow (and assorted arrows)

. Similar smoke screen to genji's

. A smaller concealed blade for multiple purposes (including crafting arrows, carving, other normal knife things, and more normal violent knife things)

. An assortment of poisons which he can use on opponents (haven't decided in what form but probably multiple, these poisons also include obviously deadly ones, but also more mild ones which induce vomiting , temporary paralysis or multiple strengths of tranquilizers)

[sinclarify]

i have ship playlists for two of the canon ships in my fanclass and god its so fucking funny because the vibes are soooo different. one of them is tragic and doomed and gutwrenching and devastating and the other is also that but like covered in glitter and little roses and hearts so you can't really tell!!! ill link them :3

this one is kane cooper/natsu shimada (my literal antagonist and the only person that likes him)

and this one is tatsuya fujiwara/ami takahashi (SCREAMING ANF XRYING AJF SIBBIFHNRNGNUJ)

anyway oooo you should totes check it out hehehe also im insane and i have one google document for each playlist that takes the lyrics from Every Song on there that pertains the most to their relationship UM

[yeehanfrf]

Week 3 Recs: Right on Time

This week's Yeehan recs were all modern/contemporary AUs. Those fics set in our world and time (or roughly thereabouts) that still include the OTP. Check out the recs gathered from the Yeehan community below, organized by rating then alphabetically by title.

Not Rated

Rootbound by wyntera [WIP; 67,484 words] Reccer comment: "Flower shop au bc yes"

Every plant is unique. They need love and care in the right environment to grow. Give them what they need, and they will flourish.

McCree and Hanzo are a lot like plants. Big, stubborn, root bound plants.

General Audiences

Conflict of Interest by orphan_account [28,222 words] Reccer comment: "Superhero au with a Lois Lane type beat"

“You know, I’ve been wanting to get an interview with you,” Jesse says as Hanzo happens upon another malfunctioning elevator shaft. How is it at all likely that more than one elevator is out of service? When Hanzo levels Jesse with a hard glare, the man keeps talking.   “I’m a reporter.”

Or, the one where Hazno and Genji fight crime, Jesse is a cigar-smoking Lois Lane, and everyone else wonders why they’ve been trapped in a bad comic book.

Teen and Up

Climbing the Walls by robocryptid [22,669 words] Reccer comment: "a social-distancing yeehan fic"

Hanzo and Cole are neighbors who have never met until social distancing forces them to stay in their homes. Neither can see the other's face, but that doesn't stop them from getting to know each other.

Da Capo al Signo by midgetnazgul & temporalSilence [75,482 words] Reccer comment: "an incredibly moving fic featuring musician Hanzo and rancher Cassidy falling in loooove"

In music, da capo al signo tells the performer to start over until they see the sign to move on. Life has its movements, too. Even when we must begin again, signs will appear to remind us that just because we feel we are repeating ourselves, we will not necessarily end in the same terrible place we were before.

It's 2018 and Jesse and Hanzo are both living in Tucson, AZ on second chances. Hanzo is on the cusp of recognition as a musician after his life in Japan is run aground by a devastating accident, and Jesse has chiseled out a life of purpose and achievement after a rough childhood. Together, they will come to understand how misfortune and loneliness can end, giving gifts they would never have found any other way.

Flowers for Assholes by HappyLeech [10,552 words]

Hanzo just wants to close up shop for the night. Jesse just wants to tell his boss where to stick it and quit his job.

Of the Pickle Persuasion by Byacolate and mywordsflyup [14,813 words] Reccer comment: "My favorite food truck au"

Hanzo is convinced that his bento wagon is locked in a corporate deathmatch with the taco truck down the street. Genji just wants to flirt with the produce vendor.

Searching for Game... by AsheRhyder [10,792 words] Reccer comment: "Cute, cute, cute, with fun meta jokes about the game, characters, and community."

Genji wants Cassidy to play the new game he helped develop: Overwatch.

Cassidy just wants his hot upstairs neighbor to stop throwing food at him every time he says "hello".

Shimada Dreams of Sushi by delicaterosebud [24,344 words] Reccer comment: "It's silly, but has the right amount of drama, angst and extremely uncomfortable situations."

As the owner of a mediocre taco shack with tanking reviews and multiple health violations, the last thing that Jesse McCree needs is competition - competition, specifically, from a sushi bar so popular that it drove every other restaurant in the neighborhood out of business.

From the very day that Shimada sushi opened its doors, Jesse had hated that restaurant with a burning passion. ...So how does he end up working for the man who runs it?

To the Great Deep He Goes by westerncibee [53,288 words] Reccer comment: "its been a hot second since ive read this but i remember enjoying this one"

Hanzo accompanies Genji to their new college, and of course Genji would want to room with his friend--leaving Hanzo to deal with a god-forsaken cowboy whose only goal that year was to be Hanzo's friend. And as the cowboy said, "You're stuck with me for the rest of the year." - and a lot can happen in a year.

Mature

The Cooking Cowboy by SadakoTetsuwan [WIP; 79,662 words]

It had started simple—he just needed a good recipe for matcha cake to surprise Genji on his birthday, and so he’d started clicking around for tutorials on YouTube.

But now Hanzo is in deep, and is officially part of ‘The Chuckwagon’; the mostly middle-aged, mostly female fan following of YouTube cooking sensation Jesse McCree, the Cooking Cowboy.

How had his life come to this?

Explicit

School Nights by rebeccastceir [WIP; 45,484 words] Reccer comment: "School teacher au and romance~"

Jesse got so flustered he forgot what he was doing and stuck his hand out. “Jesse. McCree. Jesse McCree. I’m -”

“Hana’s teacher, of course,” Hanzo smiled at him, shaking hands, holding on for a split second longer than necessary. He held his head cocked down, almost shy, but kept looking up from under his long lashes, pretty lips teasing in a grin, and ohhh, Jesse was in so much trouble he ached with it.

“Sorry. You knew that,” Jesse mumbled. Was he red? He felt like he was flaming red. __________

It's the fluffiest, smuttiest, romcom-iest, parent-teacher au we all need and deserve

Shear Bliss by wyntera [12,725 words] Reccer comment: "I think about the way Hanzo's hair is described in this fic all the time"

Sometimes you can't help falling for a handsome face...even if they are holding very sharp objects near your head.

And that's a wrap on Week 3! Thank you to everyone who sent in a recommendation! Keep an eye out for next week's theme: "The Rivalmance," or fics all about the rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, competitive assholes to lovers of it all.

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 2 recs here or see the list of past and future themes here!

[dirnado]

I gotchu waifu. I GOTCHU. I give you... Summer Hanzo. 

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

Sinful: Scion!Hanzo Shimada x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Chapter 1

Contains: Spanking with objects, mentions of buttplugs and collars, Switch!Hanzo and Switch!Reader, dragons, hair pulling, creampies

The Shimada clan was one to be feared; Not only in the beautiful imperial islands of Japan but all over. They were powerful business partners other mafias and organizations would kill to have them as partners, able to supply weapons and trained deadly armored guards at a moment’s notice. However, strike their match’s bud the wrong way and whoever the poor sap started the fire will get burned and it will be devastating.

You should know, you’ve seen what happens to ex-business partners that try to get their revenge on the Shimada’s. Your husband was vicious as he was quick to dish out punishment. Hanzo was a stern, powerful leader, yes-

But he was so incredibly wrapped around your fingers, ready to bend to your will at your call.

Which led you to where you were at this very moment.

There was a room that was special to you two only, a room you both keep secret as well as the many treasures that lay inside its cavity. Nobody is allowed near the room. Choice guards, maids, even the elders he denied.

The usual light lacquered wooden floors lining the flooring of the whole castle were covered in a deep red carpet soft to the touch, but still tough enough to bite at your skin should you rub into it for too long. The familiar shoji walls were covered with black paint and silken curtains and sound-proofing foam in case things were to ever get too loud for your liking. The doors even had three different key locks you both made sure to change often out of privacy. Dark cherrywood dressers were full of not only lingerie and sleek black leather harnesses, but a variety of toys in various degrees.

Vibrators, plugs, gags, handcuffs, whips and riding crops, studded belts, blindfolds, ropes of various textures and twists were some of the many you had in every dresser.

You stood before Hanzo who had been kneeling on the carpeted floor for some time now. His bronzed skin had slowly been turning a grueling pinkish tone from the grading carpet sprigs, surely they were going to be sore when your night of debauchery ceases, maybe even a little scratched up. You made sure to remind yourself to pamper him afterwards once you both had returned to your chambers after this was done.

His thin ankles had been pulled together by a single, long blue silken strap, a tight knot decorated with a bow on top had tickled the exposed joint of his ankles, his toes twitching and curling somewhat with every light breezy stroke on the sensitive skin. He barely could shift his feet if he wished to.

His hands had been bound behind his back by two matching ribbons. One kept him together by his forearms starting from below the bend of his elbows down the length of his muscular forearms, tying at his wrists with a sloppy bow. The other ribbon started where the other ended, wrapping around both palms to keep them closed, binding fingers closed as well. The ribbons creaked eerily every time his muscles twitched. You knew that your husband was strong enough to break them with only a simple flex and pound into you mercilessly. You could barely suck back in the drool from spilling over your swollen lower lip, just the sight of your muscular husband tied up like a puppet had been doing wonders on your pulsing hot sex. Muscles held back by silken ribbons, dipping and digging into every bulge of hard muscle.

You slowly stepped behind Hanzo, pacing around him carefully on the tip of your toes so as to lessen the amount of noise you made. You circled him like he was your prey (even though you knew you were in fact the prey here, Hanzo was merely allowing you to mess with him). You had stripped him of the pristine white button-up, still clean and crisp as if he had just gotten it, his sleek black dress slacks as well. He kneeled before you in only his underwear. They were cheap, something Hanzo wore only when you both agreed upon a night for yourselves. They were uncomfortable with Hanzo’s royal jewels, but it was much more satisfying to rip them off of his body to reveal his cock and balls. Besides; the underwear was made of a cheap and thin material, you could see the bulge of his cock pressing up against the cheap boxer briefs.

You hummed, strutting behind him to the cherrywood dressers, specifically the middle one. It had a large hutch on top with doors where you kept the riding crops. You saw Hanzo’s shoulders stiffen upon hearing the familiar squeaking of the doors opening, his toes curling into the carpet sprigs. The corners of your lips twitched upwards into a coy little smile.

You slowly glanced over the many types of crops and other tools deemed well enough for spanking. Amongst riding crops hanging up were a single piece of bamboo that was thick enough to not break apart upon spanking and a cricket paddle with the word ‘Naughty’ written sloppily on it. Multiples whips of varying origins laid curled up on the bottom, one from Australia from before radiation consumed most of the Outback, one from Texas made from only the toughest of bull hides, one was personally made for your private meetings with your husband that laid in a fine loop of black shiny leather with small spikes down the thin leather. It was perfect for when you wanted to see him squirm during important meetings, little welts down the curves of his sculpted ass cheeks, hot throbbing pain fading to dull pulses the more he sat on that wonderful ass of his.

You decided upon a riding crop from England’s finest for only the most finest of racing stallions. A thick black leather handle, squishy to the grip, perfect to hold and to never lose grip upon bringing it down onto flanks (of various species). The tube pristine and a shiny matte black finish on cool hollowed steel. The head of the crop was polished leather, blackened and shiny, ready to once again crack against Hanzo’s flanks.

You spotted how his shoulders had shifted upon hearing your selection, trained ears picking up the soft clinging of steel against the hooks that held it up in the cabinet. A smirk curled up on your lips, seeing Hanzo’s shoulders strain and tense, ribbons creaking as he twisted his wrists slightly.

You chuckled under your breath, slowly walking up behind your husband, the riding crop swinging lazily with every movement of your arm. You stopped yourself behind him, opting to lift up your foot and press it between his shoulder blades, putting just enough pressure to force Hanzo to bend at the waist and press his forehead against the scraggly carpet.

“Now,” you tutted, walking to his side, “how long did it take for you to come up here? How many minutes were you late by?” you hissed softly in his ear.

“Seven minutes, my diamond.”

“And what pitiful excuse do you have for me?”

Hanzo swallowed thickly, finding his throat suddenly dry and tight.

“A meeting had run late, my diamond. There is no excuse.”

“And do you know what your punishment is? Making me wait so long, I nearly relieved my pent-up tension without you.”

“Please forgive me, my love. I will take whatever punishment you put upon me.”

“I expected nothing less.” You walked behind Hanzo, seeing his body tense up a bit, no longer feeling your presence beside him. You raised the head of the riding crop up to the cheap underwear. You bent down a bit, hooking a finger in the waistband of the cheap bargain brand boxers. You gave the waistband a quick flick, letting them snap back against his waist before rehooking a finger around and pulling them down the curve of his sculpted ass. You gingerly caressed them for a mere second before gripping the riding crop harder and stepping back. “Seven strikes for seven minutes. Then maybe, maybe, I will let you finger me until I come.”

“Whatever to please you, my dearest,” he called from the floor.

You raised the crop, tightening your arms back you released the coil in your shoulders and allowing the crop to crack down on Hanzo’s ass. Hanzo moaned in pain softly, knees buckling and spreading farther apart. The ribbons hissed, Hanzo’s fingers flexed and curled in tightly to form two fists. A shiver ran down Hanzo’s back violently.

You strutted out from behind Hanzo, cocking a brow at how silent Hanzo had fallen. Thick raven black strands of hair were already clinging to his tight jawline from sweat, some had fallen over his eyes. You waited a mere minute, dangling the riding crop loosely in your ringed fingers, waiting for him to open his mouth and count.

“Hanzo,” you tutted like an annoyed mother, “you’re supposed to count dear. Or do I need to start over? I’d hate to restart, even if you were spanked once.”

“I am sorry, my love.”

You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down deliciously. You licked at your bottom lip slightly, eyeing him as if he were a prized cut of meat being seared deliciously. There was a slight taste of the creamy lipstick gracing the tip of your tongue, smoothed colored beeswax and shea butter briefly filled the cavity of your mouth. You swore you drooled at the sight of him.

“Good. Now, what was that?”

“One, mistress.”

You strut behind him once more, Hanzo tensing once more as he saw your heeled feet leave his peripheral. You purred, raising the riding crop once more and letting it whistle as you swung it back down.

A sharp crack against Hanzo’s lower right hip had Hanzo bend over just a bit, his knees part just a little bit apart and letting him sink down closer to the floor. A cry pressed at Hanzo’s lips, a hiss leaving.

“T-Two,” he stuttered.

You twisted the crop in your fingers, admiring how the leather shined nicely in the dim lighting. Two bright red welts were starting to form on Hanzo’s hide.

You coiled your arm back and lunged out once more, this time earning you a cry from him, loud and open, right from his chest. His head shot back, jaw slacking. You had struck him right above his asscrack, watching at the toned muscles of his ass rippled slightly from the smack.

“Three,” he gasped.

Your free hand reached out and snagged at Hanzo’s loosened locks, free from chemicals and gels and sprays meant to keep up his appearance before the clan. Fingers anchored around locks of raven black, you tugged Hanzo’s head back farther so he would look up to you. You could see his cock straining, still inside the confines of the cheap underwear.

Hanzo’s eyes were squinted through pain, white teeth bared slightly.

“Whose cock is that for?”

“You, my love. Only you,” he exhaled.

His back was bent at a slight arch already.

You spanked him once more with the crop, Hanzo’s mouth opening to moan, eyes screwing shut. A light pink blush has spread over his cheeks and nose. His back arched more, a feat only achieved from his years of discipline and training.

“F-Four,” he gasped.

“It seems you’re enjoying your punishment.” You cracked his asscheeks again. “I don’t think this is working, I may need to step it up, Hanzo.”

“Five,” he moaned. He blinked, tears had gathered at the corners of his eyes but had not fallen. “My love, I assure you, I am learning from this.”

You squinted at Hanzo, debating if you should plug his asshole with a vibrating buttplug and leave him bent over, hunched down with his forehead to the floor and ass in the air for all to see.

Another crack, this time a single tear was jerked free from his left eye from the pain, a serpent’s hiss pulling from Hanzo’s gritted mouth.

“Six.”

“You’re my little bottom bitch, aren’t you, Hanzo?”

He nodded wordlessly, panting as if he ran a marathon. Hell, he was sweating as if he had been.

It was at least somewhat true. Hanzo loved it when you dominated him, especially after a stressful day of leading the Shimada Clan and being the most feared yakuza boss in all of Japan.

But that didn’t mean he was a full-on bottom.

You were suddenly reminded of Hanzo’s brutal strength when the ribbons hissed and creaking, suddenly looking very worn and on the edge of ripped down the middle.

What you would give to be fucked right now, for Hanzo to rip out of the ribbons and fuck you until you forgot your own name.

Your grip on Hanzo’s hair tightened before you pushed him forward, delivering the final crack on his asscheeks.

The ribbons wrapped around Hanzo’s wrists had snapped apart with a very audible rip straight from a movie. Hanzo’s hands gripped onto the carpeted floor, nails biting into the soft sprigs of colored wool, scratching raised grooves into the carpet as Hanzo’s back and shoulders rolled back, head ducked below his shoulders. Sweat glistened like sparkles on his bronzed skin, intricate tattoos shiny in the low lighting.

Hanzo rolled his shoulders back, lifting his head, raven locks clinging to his sweaty neck and shoulders.

You watched as Hanzo had shot up from the floor, launching himself at you. You could only let out a short yelp before he had you pinned to one of the walls by the throat, the riding crop falling to the carpeted floor. Your fingers gently scratched at Hanzo’s tattooed wrist, a soft squeak let open lips as Hanzo looked at you dangerously. He was panting like a wild animal, and the dampness in your panties did not help your fantasies of getting fucked by as if you both were wild creatures did not help.

You were yanked until he had pushed you violently back, your back now up against the lip of a lower dresser full of toys. You only got to see maybe a moment of Hanzo advancing towards you before you were flipped so your stomach was pushing against the rounded lip of the dresser and your face pressed against the flat top.

“Hanzo,” you whimpered, gripping at the back of the dresser.

“You are not the only one receiving punishment tonight,” Hanzo growled in your ear. “I saw you relieving yourself earlier this morning when you thought I had already left for my meeting.”

Your eyes widened a bit, cheeks flushing at the thought of you getting caught by Hanzo masturbating while still in bed.

Hanzo quickly yanked down your soaking panties, groaning with delight at the sight of your bare pussy before all but ripping off the cheap boxers off his person.

You felt the thick head poke at your ass before he slid it along, pushing into your dripping folds as he completely covered you with his bulky form. Hands on either side of your shoulders, trapping you from moving. You winced as he ground against your bare ass, a growl leaving his lips as he shoveled his nose into your hair.

You winced as a sudden electric blue light filled the dim room, the bright neon hurting your eyes for a mere second before it had faded.

You knew what had happened as you quickly felt little clawed feet gently latch onto the sweaty skin of your legs and hips. His duel dragons had decided it was time to make an appearance at this very moment, feeling their master’s fierce arousal as well as the tense feelings from your spankings. It was a nice reprieve to have cool watery scaley skin hovering just barely over yours, but the pinpoint prickling in your hips from their claws only made you whine impatiently.

Your mouth suddenly opened, neck flexed yet no sound came from you as you felt Hanzo sink himself fully in, stretching you. You threw your head back, eyes screwed shut once more as Hanzo growled into the crook of your neck as he began to piston his hips.

Snapping his groin back and forth quickly, pounding into your throbbing sex, you both fell apart in moaning messes. Hanzo had placed more of his muscular weight on top of your back and shoulders, forcing you closer to the dresser until you were pressed flat. Hanzo’s hands snatched at your waist, nails biting into your delicate skin. Cresent moons would be carved into your naked flesh, they’ll be red and sore come morning.

You cried out as Hanzo plowed into you without mercy, pent up agitation on top of being spanked and teased relentlessly finally snapped something inside of him; It seemed to have brought out an almost feral side of him.

You licked your lips in anticipation, stopping yourself from drooling against the flat surface. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth hung open slightly from the pure pleasure you were feeling right now. You loved how fast the coils in your cunt and gut tightened until it was white-hot and you came on his thick cock, seemingly spurring him on to make you come at least twice before he finishes, but something about him right now had you thinking he wouldn’t let up after he came once.

Hanzo clamped his teeth down on your shoulder as you moaned out, feeling the coils of your orgasm tighten.

Pain and pleasure never felt so good together.

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” he growled in your ear. His sharp teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Look at you, greedily taking everything I give you. Nothing but a doll in my hands, to do with as I please.”

“Hanzo!” you cried, feeling the tightness in your gut start to burn.

You were close. And the twitching of his dick inside of you showed he was too.

Hanzo snatched at your hair, gripping it tightly, arching your neck back but you managed to look at Hanzo out of the corner of your eye.

“What are you?” he snarled.

“I’m yours!” you sobbed.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded.

“You! Only you!”

You came violently, Hanzo had let go of your hair to allow you to snatch at the dresser and shudder as your orgasm ripped through you, your slick coating down Hanzo’s cock.

You felt the two dragons nose at your sex, licking up your orgasm with their little forked tongues, their cool little bodies felt so nice on your heated flesh. They nipped at your inner legs, little fangs and claws on your sensitive spots nearly had your knees give out.

Your eyes fluttered as you came down from your high slowly, going slack between Hanzo behind you and the dresser beneath you until his pace grew sloppier by the thrust until he came.

He threw his head back slightly as he came, mouth open as he released a groan of pure pleasure. Hot ropes of precious Shimada cum coated your insides, painting them white as Hanzo rode out his climax inside of you, a few more lazy thrusts as he shuddered. Cum leaked out from your sex and dripped onto the floor, needing to be cleaned soon or else you faced a soiled carpet, but something told you that you would have a light stain forever on the dark carpet.

Hanzo didn’t even bat an eye as he grabbed onto your waist and twisted you, tossing you to the floor. You landed on your back with a gasp, looking up at Hanzo. You suddenly felt like prey, but the sinful blush on your cheeks only buried yourself deeper in the sin bin as you stared up at him breathless and panting, still leaking cum down your thighs.

Hanzo glared at you, playful hints in his dark amber eyes.

“Look at the mess you have made of the carpet,” he teased. “Must I teach you the lesson this time?”

You had failed to notice Hanzo had grabbed something from the cabinet, and now a thick leather collar was held tightly in Hanzo’s grip as he loomed over you.

You had a feeling the carpet would need to be changed out after tonight.

[grievedeeply]

saw you were accepting requests for overwatch sooo... can i get some dating genji headcanons??

genji has been the love of my life since 2017 so absolutely i will write this. decided to include both pre and post hanzo almost killing him just for fun :)

gn!reader

tws: death , grieving

dating genji shimada headcanons

pre-overwatch

genji is known to be a bit of a playboy. he's flirted with a lot of people and it mostly hasn't gone anywhere. he does want a serious relationship at some point but it isn't a huge priority for him until you come along

of course, he acts all smug around you— trying to impress you with anything and everything to get your attention. you're different from the other people he's messed with in the past

he falls for you really quickly, even if you try to ignore his advances and obvious adoration for you. the more you reject him the harder he falls, honestly

he's used to people being right at his feet as soon as he shows any type of interest in them, and you're a breath of fresh air in that sense

genji really does like you, even if he tries to play it off as just messing around. he knows he isn't, and it scared him, especially if you don't show any interest in him

he tries hard to get closer to you— beginning to flirt less as time went on. he knows that his feelings for you are genuine, and he wants to prove that to you too

it shocks you when he tones it all down and you worry about it, wondering if something happened. he's asking you about your interests, how your day was— taking the time to get to know you

you'd be lying if you said that his sudden kindness didn't make your heart flutter. he always played around as if he liked you, but you assumed it was just something he did with everyone

as soon as he dropped that act though, you began to open up more to him

he was so happy actually learning more about you. he's asking you if you want to learn the ways of the blade (he thinks you'll look cute)

he'll eventually let his crush on you slip to hanzo. he knew all along about his feelings for you, stating that it was obvious to him. genji swears it wasn't, but all hanzo does is shrug his shoulders

he asks you out on a proper date after a few months of hanging out as just friends. he'll take you to that arcade in hanamura that he loves so much, buy you dinner— trying not to overwhelm you with everything

he's shocked that you even said yes in the first place, but he's grateful for the chance you're giving him

unbeknownst to genji, you fell for him hard. you tried your best to hide it from him but as soon as he asks you out the "yes" flies out of your mouth faster than your brain could think

he abandons his playboy thing entirely after he meets you. he puts all of his effort into trying to form a real connection and relationship with you and it is the sweetest thing

he'll give you flowers and sweet gifts as a way to show his love and appreciation for you <3

he asks you to be his partner on your third proper date. it's all very rushed but he can't hold back on his feelings anymore. he sees a future with you, away from his families criminal dealings

you say yes. of course

he's the definition of a malewife in this part of your relationship. everything you do, he'll make sure you know he's proud of you

he tells you he loves you not too long after you get together officially. it slips out casually while you're laughing about something, and the room goes silent. you return it after a few moments and the smile on his face is so big

he kisses with so much love and passion. he can be a bit rough with it sometimes but you never mind it. he'll hold your face in his hands, his lips moving so gracefully against yours as he cradles you against him

his hands definitely wander a bit......... they do. he doesn't even think about it, either

okay getting into a little bit of angst...

when you find out about what happened with genji and hanzo, you're beyond devastated. you regret rejecting him so many times in the beginning, you regret every time you didn't tell him you love him. you regret so much

you find hanzo and you're screaming at him through sobs, smacking at his chest with every word you say to him

his face is unreadable the entire time until he finally breaks down, his body wracked with sobs

your heart drops as soon as you see him on his knees, face in his hands— crying out for his lost brother

you sit there with him for awhile, hugging him. crying together. you knew hanzo was the one who committed the act, but you knew who was really behind it

you mourn him every day, thinking of every moment you shared with him as soon as your eyes open in the morning

during overwatch

if you meet genji after his cyberization, expect him to be incredibly distant. he has trouble trusting people at first, afraid of them getting hurt because of him

you're a new overwatch recruit assigned to blackwatch. you're a talented medic and warrior, and you were specifically brought into blackwatch because you offered something none of the other members had (soldier's words)

you have to initiate conversation with genji. he isn't too keen on making friends or getting attached to people and he doesn't want anyone in more harm than they already are

you continue to talk to him even through his unenthusiastic responses, and eventually he manages to warm up to the thought of you becoming a real friend outside of missions

he'll become more interactive with you, friendlier and nicer, too. it's nice to see him come more out of his shell and you can't help but to wonder why he's so standoffish in the first place

it takes a LONG time for him to actually consider you as a friend. he trusts you and cares for you a lot by this point

skipping forward

you develop feelings for him relatively quickly. after all, he's mysterious— tall, intimidating, you can't help but to be curious

it takes him a lot longer to realize his feelings for you. he only realizes when you save him in battle, your hand extended for him to take with a warm smile on his lips

he feels his heart skip a beat, even through the cybernetics that keeps him alive

he acts differently as soon as the realization comes through. he avoids you hoping to make it go away only for it to completely backfire

he doesn't want to give in to these feelings he has for you. it scares him. what if you don't like him? what if you're afraid of him? do you even think of him as a man?

when the fall of overwatch happens, genji leaves. he says goodbye to you, his heart breaking at the thought of never seeing you again

YEARS go by before you see him again. the two of you first reunite quickly after winston's recall

you're met with a happier sounding genji, one who seems content with his cyborg body and what it came with

you can't help but hug him as soon as you see him. his body is still cool to the touch, but your heart pounds and your face heats up

not a day went by where you hadn't thought of him, and those feelings you had for him remained tucked away in the back of your mind— hanging onto him and the memories you shared

you have a lot of catching up to do and he tells you all about zenyatta and how he helped him accept his body. he informs you of how he had so much conflict within himself during the days of blackwatch and it was part of the reason as to why he was so distant then

you eventually meet zenyatta and you thank him over and over for the peace he brought to genji. ever humble, zenyatta only laughs and insists to you that he was the one who made it this far

you rekindle your "relationship" after a little bit. his feelings for you hadn't gone away in your years apart. he still had his doubts and worries about confessing to you, scared you'll reject him

you don't, of course

you're pretty much inseparable. you go everywhere together. you train together, especially. he teases you a lot by telling you that you need to be quicker to catch up with him

it takes him a while to feel ready to show you his face

he worries about not being attractive enough for you, or scaring you away. he'll have to give himself a pep talk. he wants to kiss you so badly it's really getting to him

as soon as he reveals his face to you, your heart melts. it's covered in scars, but his eyes are a deep brown— warm and filled with love. the corners of his lips are turned upwards in a small smile as he stares at you, waiting for you to say something

you can't find the right words, and all you can do is extend your hands to his cheeks, your thumbs caressing them as gently as possible

his skin is incredibly sensitive, but he had been yearning to actually feel your touch for years. it's worth any discomfort

one of his love languages is quality time. he knows he isn't the most comfortable to hug or cuddle with, but to make up for it he spends a lot of his time with you even when he has something he needs to do

he'll buy you gifts every now and then or find something while out on a mission to bring back and give to you as a way to show his appreciation for you

it's very sweet

you can't believe this is the same man who was once so intimidating and distant all those years ago. he seems so different

he's happier. you're helping him though a lot more than you realize you are

he still has his anxieties, scared that you'll wake up and say that you deserve better— say that you want someone who can give you everything he can't— but you never do

you stare at him in adoration, and he feels his face heat up underneath his mask whenever he catches you

he's incredibly protective of you even though he knows you can handle yourself

you make him the happiest he's ever been

he never intends to let you go :)

[shouga-nai]

Taken aback by the shift in aura, the light, and commanding voice, the men fell in awed silence. Even the Oni's rage wavered in that moment as he gazed upon her. In all his time here, he hadn't seen her like this before... at her full potential - or so it seemed. The Priestess' wrath.

Some of the Shimada glanced among themselves in uncertainty. This went beyond their objective. They weren't supposed to deal with an angered priestess. But orders were still orders, and as long as the Oni still stood...

"Bring it forth then," a familiar voice challenged. The elder entered the scene, walking past the nervous soldiers and up towards the pair, head held high. "We will all face such devastation one way or another so long as the most vile of creatures are able to call our prestigious shrine a safe haven. At what cost... hm?" He looked to Hinoka, then at the one beside her.

"And you..." Always a menace. Always coddled. "...an even bigger disgrace than ever."

"Heh..." The Oni scoffed, hints of malice brewing once more, claws twitching in anticipation. He could only hold back for Hinoka's sake for so long... "Better a disgrace than a coward hiding behind status."

“The only complication has been your arrival!” Hinoka spat back, a charge sparking in the air as her hand clenched around the rosary. “The afflicted have never breached the grounds of this shrine, and only have now done since your being here.” 

“You have seen the consequences of your master’s meddling and I give you one last chance to depart these grounds and never return.” 

Her voice seemed to grow more commanding. More ethereal. Wisps of light had summoned around her. Her warning also seemed to extend to the spirits still lingering--their otherworldly chittering and skittering halted with baited anticipation.

“Otherwise you will face the wrath of Heaven and  Hell.” 

[froggibus]

I've had this idea and I just want to give it to you as a request, I hope you're not too overworked with all the work you've been putting out for all of us! Maybe a one-shot with Hanzo or Genji (whichever you prefer to write the most!) where after a one night stand, you get pregnant and don't tell him in order not to burden them, etc and they find out via someone else or by picking up on small changes on your body, personality? Angst with a fluffy ending, but completely up to you if you want to make it all angst, etc!

Happy Little Accident - Genji Shimada

Pairing: Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: angst -> fluff

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: you get pregnant with your mission partner’s child after a one night stand, and now you’re not sure what to do

CW: pregnancy, reader is AFAB!, morning sickness, nausea, vomiting, angst, mentions of abortion (??), lots of crying, genji is relentless, ghosting

Happy Halloween!! I love this idea so much! thank you anon! also took a bit of a break cause I was SUPER tired after my first day of work, plus just wanted to play obey me in bed <3 enjoy lol

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“Shit!” You scream, banging your head on the tile wall of your bathroom. 

The little stick you’re holding in your hand stares at you, two little pink lines on display. In your anger, you snap the stick in half and toss it across the room. It clatters, sound echoing through the room. 

Hot tears clouded your vision. How could you let this happen? With him of all people? It was one night. Just one. And now you were dealing with the consequences of your actions. 

Genji and you had just come back from a rough, three day mission, and you had one night to spend in London before the extraction team came. The two of you had never been close outside of work—only seeing each other when you had to. 

Yet you had always harboured a bit of a crush on him. The quiet man was good at what he does, and he was hot too. Spending a night in a cramped hotel room together didn’t help, either. 

One thing led to another and suddenly he was on top of you, muttering your name like a prayer and giving you the best night of your life. 

He hadn’t tried to reach out to you since, and to avoid an uncomfortable interaction, you decided to use up your vacation days. For the first week or so, you had a good time. You spent time at the beach and sipped mimosas. 

The second week is when it started to go to shit. You woke up every day feeling devastatingly nauseous. You thought you might have gotten food poisoning or something, but when it lasted longer than a few days, you knew what it was. 

Which brought you to this devastating moment where you’re staring at the shattered pieces of a pregnancy test, realizing you’re carrying Genji Shimada’s child. 

You place your head in your hands and tug on your hair in sheer frustration. 

—

You can’t help but lift up your shirt and look at yourself in the mirror. There’s no visible bulge, no significant change in your appearance. The only evidence of your situation is the pile of positive pregnancy tests in your trash can. 

There’s a ding from your phone, forcing you to drop your shirt and leave the bathroom to check it. 

Shimada: heard you’re not on assignment this week

You don’t answer, slamming your phone face down on the counter. God, how were you supposed to tell Genji? Not only could this end your career as an agent of Overwatch—it could end his, too. 

Another ding, another message. 

Shimada: sucks :( they’re putting me on assignment with Cass instead 

You take a deep breath before typing back. 

You: that sucks :(

You see the three dots show up, indicating that he’s typing and turn your phone off. You don’t want to deal with this right now, and instead settle on grabbing a pint of ice cream from the freezer and flopping into your bed. 

The world (and Genji) can wait a while longer. 

When you check your phone again, there are three messages. 

Shimada: is everything ok with you? 

Shimada: feels like youre avoiding me after the mission 

Shimada: i promise it won’t be awkward 

You check the messages but you have no desire to answer them. What do you even say? You can’t tell him the truth, it’ll just be a burden on him. 

You end up leaving him on read, turning your phone off again and going to bed. 

—

You go back to work after another week. Countless mission assignments wait for you, not to mention the incredibly annoyed cyborg ninja. 

“Y/n!” Genji practically ambushes when you make it to the hangar. 

“What’s up, Shimada?” 

You try not to look in his eyes but the man makes it impossible, purposely walking directly in front of you. 

“Are you avoiding me? You haven’t answered my texts.”

“I—“ you sigh, “listen, I was just out of work for a week. I’m supposed to be going on a mission with Lena, we’ll talk when I’m back, okay?”

It was the truth, mostly. Although you didn’t plan to tell him what was really bothering you, knowing it would only burden him. 

“Yeah, I know. I swapped with Lena,” your face went white at his words, “you’re going on the mission with me.”

“You swapped? Why?”

It was impossible to hide the panic in your voice. The two of you were going to be stuck, together, in a hotel for at least a night. There’s no way you’ll be able to avoid this conversation with him. 

“Because something is obviously going on and you’re going to tell me.”

“Just leave it alone, Genji.” You groan, “can’t I have any damn privacy?”

“Not when you’re hiding something from me!”

Morrison enters the room just in time to see the two of you mid argument. “Jesus!” He shouts, “the two of you are behaving like fucking children! Just get on the damn plane.”

You and Genji mumble out variations of ‘yes sir’ and slowly climb aboard the plane. You sit in the back row, as far away from him as possible. 

He gives you a sad look and sighs, taking his seat at the front near the pilot. The events of the morning, you could feel exhaustion overtaking you and before you know it, you’re drifting off into sleep. 

—

When you wake up, you’re laying down across the back row. The air in the jet is cold, but you’re surprisingly warm. When you sit up, a grey sweatshirt slips off your shoulders. 

You squint suspiciously at the fabric before realizing it’s Genji’s. The owner of the sweater is sitting in the row in front of you now, clearly asleep. 

You sigh and cuddle it closer. It smells like him. You miss being close to him, but you know it’ll only be a matter of time before he finds out and leaves for good. You settle in and try to swallow down the nausea, waiting for the jet ride to be over. 

By the time the two of you are at the hotel you’re meant to be staying in, you’re almost overwhelmed by the nausea. You barely manage to swipe the keycard and make it through the door before you’re skidding to your knees in the bathroom. 

Your stomach heaves with every wave of nausea, your arm propping your forehead up on the toilet seat. You don’t even hear Genji come in until he’s sitting next to you, rubbing your back. 

“Y-you don’t have to be here,” you mumble, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“You’re sick, y/n. What else am I supposed to do?”

You bang your head on your arm, “not sick.” You moan miserably, “not sick…”

You raise your head from the toilet and suddenly Genji is wiping your face with a cold cloth, looking at you seriously. 

“But if you’re not sick—“ his eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

You sob, more tears coming. He’s going to figure it out. You let your head drop down and cover your face with your hands. 

“Y/n,” his voice is shaky. “Are you…are you pregnant?”

You cry harder at the word, nodding your head pathetically. Genji is taken aback, he has no clue what to do here. You’re pregnant, and you’ve been avoiding him—which can only mean:

“It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod again. “I-I’m so sorry G-Genji!”

You expect him to be angry or annoyed—to be mad at you for ruining his career. Instead, strong arms wrap around you and press you closer to his chest. 

One hand rubs your back while the other rubs your hair. You’re limp in his arms at first, but eventually you give in to the hug and let him hold you. 

“Shhh, no more tears,” he says. “It’s okay, y/n. I-I’m not mad, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay.”

“B-but—“

“But what?”

You cry, “I’m ruining your career! I had to-to go and get pregnant and now—now I’m just a burden!”

You can’t make it through your sentence without crying even harder, Genji desperately trying to keep you from spiraling into a panic attack. 

“How could I be mad about that? Y/n, you’re carrying my baby…I-I’m gonna be a dad,” he sniffles until your hair. “Unless you’re not planning on—“

“I’m gonna be a mom,” you realize, cutting him off. 

He pulls back so he can look you in the eyes and presses a messy, desperate kiss to your lips. “I didn’t even know I could have kids,” he cups your cheek, “I’m so happy right now.”

He pulls you back in for a kiss, and for a minute, everything feels alright. 

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Have the Grandma Squad.

So in the yugioh oc fic Arthur and Solomon have a third member of their friendship, fellow archaeologist Cillian McGinnis, aka Iris's grandfather. They did many an expedition together, and had some crazy adventures; and quite a few of them had their wives by their side and they themselves were best friends and I want to write about the six of them soon so this is kind of a run down of them.

Firstly is Hina Mutou (nee Shimada). Her father died when she was two and her mother was a single mom for most of her life, until Hina was 16. She and her step father never got along and it came to the point she was out on her as soon as her 18th birthday hit. She made her money through gambling and games and that's ultimately how she met her future husband, Solomon. Said game led them on one of the most insane adventures the group had ever been on and she fell hard for him during that. Hina was very much a spitfire, very sassy and never afraid to speak her mind or knock her husband down a peg. She loved being a grandma more than anything and Nana and Yugi truly were her wold, especially when they came into her and Solomons care. She believed more than anything that if anyone could solve the Puzzle it would be her little Yugi. She instilled a lot of bravery and compassion into both kids and she taught them to be true to themselves. She passes away unfortunately when Yugi was about 11.

Faye Hawkins (nee Hargrove) was the only child of her family and was actually a bit of a sickly child. As such, she was pampered on and kept on her own, her main company beyond her parents being walls and walls of books. She took a job as a librarian and that is actually where she met the three adventures, including the love of her life, Arthur. They had been looking for research for their newest adventure and she found herself spun into the heart of it with them. She was a bit shy, but always incredibly smart and looking for any new things to learn and study. She looked after everyone and once you earned her trust and friendship, you wouldn't find anyone more loyal or as big of a caretaker as Faye. Unfortunately for those that knew her, she never got to know little Rebecca, as she passed away in an accident trying to help others back a couple of years before Rebecca was born, but Arthur is confident she would have adored their granddaughter and been her biggest supporter.

Lillian "Lily" McGinnis (nee Addams) came from a privileged family that she very much ran away from due to an arranged marriage they tried to corral her into. But she always kept up the demure and noble lady front, always handling everything with grace. She met Cillian and the boys at a party and they're the ones that helped her escape it and find joy in the little things, as well as go off on big adventures. She loved the travel aspect, getting to see the world and really get in touch with it beyond what her family had tried to cage her into. The only thing she kept from that life was a beautiful set of pearls she was given as a birthday present, a necklace that would actually be passed down to her daughter and granddaughter for their wedding days. Lily was a loving grandma and she was especially close to Iris and River, and she thankfully got to see Flora be born, saw all of her grandchildren come into the world; she even adored Seto and Mokuba, and had quite a few words for Nesbitt and Gozaburo both. She unfortunately passed a few months before Alister started working undercover at KaibaCorp and it was a devastating loss.