Gabriel Reyes was a man who was very focused on community and caring for your neighbours. On his rare off days, he ran backyard barbeques in a nearby park and hosted fundraisers for those who needed help. Anyone and everyone knew Gabriel Reyes was the man to rely on in times of need. His community loved him and he never knew another family as tight-knit as that.
When the Blackwatch scandal came to light, his community rallied around him. He kept them safe, no matter the personal or political cost. Even if the scandal was true, they would rather stand behind a man who took care of them than a government that threw them to the side.
When he died, they were devastated. The strongest pillar in their community – gone, just like that. In his honour, they painted murals and kept him in their prayers, keeping his memory alive even when the world wanted to bury him. Men and women alike wanted to walk in his footsteps. Children sang songs about his triumphs and his sorrows. Grandmothers fussed over his recipes and immortalised them in their kitchens.
Those who walk the alleyways of LA marvel at the beautiful artwork covering the brick and cement, depicting awe-inspiring stories that flow from street to street. But the city was not so kind. For the years after Gabriel’s death, they fought to destroy and paint over those murals, trying to erase the man who brought shame to their country. But LA refused to die. They bound together and rose as one, turning their streets and walls into a living dedication of those who they lost, those who they refuse to forget.
That is where Reaper stands now. Masked, hooded, shadowed. Hidden away from romping children and watchful parents. He stands in the darkness quietly, dead eyes full of sorrow and a lump in his throat as he observes the fruits of his loving labour.
Listen, you just gotta remember that even under all that serious facade, and that rock hard body, that Hanzo is human. He has his weaknesses, the things he prefers. And that even you can enthrall him with your big curves, and enthrall him with the way your body jiggles as Hanzo fucks you senseless. Just because he has standards he upholds for his own body, doesn’t mean that he’s holding you to those same standards. Beyond that, just imagine how special you are because you’re the one person he can stand. The one person he allows to do all the small things that he wouldn’t just let anyone do. The one person he really tries to impress, the one person he really goes out of his way for. That’s you.
I tried to take all the hiding spots for the crickets out to help my poor, half-blind gecko out. She just wanted to go back to sleep. Not feeding time yet.
I was just thinking about my cat at home and how he’s mastered the art of walking silently despite having a bell on his collar. Literally the only time I hear him is when he’s jumping my fence or counter. (My dog can’t say the same, poor girl)
I bet Hanzo and Genji will be the same, adjusting to their bells so quickly that it kinda defeats the purpose of making them wear the bells in the first place. They can slink into the room and lounge on your bed, blinking at you when you jump at finding them appearing out of the darkness.
Maybe you make them wear bigger and bigger bells to see if they can still walk quietly. And they do! Bloody ninjas. Idk maybe two bells? Yeah that seems to work a little better. There’s a tiny little jingle when they walk around. Not much though, but you’ll take what you can get.
In bed, it’s a totally different story. Jingling and chiming galore when they fuck you so hard the bed thumps against the wall. That’s the best thing about being sandwiched between them – hearing them pant in each ear and the gentle tinkling of the bells on their collar as they start to forget the bells are ever there.
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