Genji has long passed the phase of ‘self-consciousness’ years ago, wearing the wounds of his past like they actually belong to him rather than the tragedy that claims its name over him.
However, it returns to being a point of self-consciousness for both Shimada brothers when Hanzo joins Overwatch, entirely reluctant but too stubborn to leave now that his mistakes and shame have been laid bare for all to see.
It was difficult for them both at first and even long after that. Hanzo, despite his distance and his usual stoic demeanor, could not hide the tightening of his jaw or the way his eyes avert themselves whenever he sees Genji’s scars, unsure of which are the result of his actions or the result of numerous surgeries. And Genji, still willing and perhaps a little guilty of his past actions as a younger–more foolish–man, still tried to close the gap.
But you knew it tore him apart at the delicately closed seams.
Behind closed doors, you pressed your lips against the ragged skin of his cheeks until the mask came down. His hands just gripped your hips and waist, heavy and entirely too tight as you worked. A kiss on the corner of his mouth. Against his forehead. For the scars and marks you couldn’t reach, you soothed with your hands, memorizing the story they each told and the anguish they contained beneath.
“It’s okay,” you murmured against his thinned lips. “It’s okay.”
You lean down to kiss him again, and his hands land on your thighs, they knead the flesh there and you can’t help but gasp.“And, if you can forgive me for putting it so bluntly” He licks his lips as his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back again, “how strong you are physically is so fucking attractive”
God, I love writing Gabriel. This is a commission for a lovely anon, and I loved the concept. A reminder that all you ladies kick ass, and if anyone says otherwise, deck them!
Relationship: Gabriel Reyes x Reader Words: 3,888 Includes: sexist comments, begging Gabe, smut.
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