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Could you please write me some angst? Classic Skin Genji receiving some hate because he can be mistaken for an omnic? End it with comfort from an s/o if you like!

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: here you go, sweetie! i’m super sorry about the wait, but hopefully what i managed to scribble is okay! i swear i try way too hard when it comes to genji content lol. 

The stones hurt just as bad as their words, it’s not their fault. It’s not their fault at all is the mantra Genji would tell himself while he pathetically dragged himself back to the meeting point, ignoring how each step set each of his sensitive nerves on fire. 

It’s not their fault. Omnics are looking more and more human, it’s getting harder to tell them apart from cyborgs, but he has to remember that he wears a mask, so it’s not their fault. This mantra doesn’t lessen his pain, the hurt he feels from seeing the fear in humans eyes as they reach for the closest weapon to chase him away. It’s not their fault. The Omnic Crisis hurt everyone, left scars that may never heal. 

It’s not their fault. No matter how many times he tells himself this, he still hurts. It still hurts. To know that while he is at peace, both man and machine their words, their actions still hurt him. So he tries to silence his own feelings, ignore the burning in his eyes and the fire blooming pain from his nerve endings as he drags himself to slowly slide down a wall. 

It’s not their fault he wails. It’s not their fault he says while he’s broken and hurting. It’s not their fault he repeats to himself while you hold him close, soothing him and holding him close. Letting him cry as loudly as a child does, letting him cling to you. 

He doesn’t notice when you remove his mask until his watery vision is filled with your smile. How your fingertips ghost across both human and synthetic flesh as you lean in close to give him a kiss. Genji wishes that you could run your fingers through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp to further comfort him, but for now, for now, this is enough. 

Can you do a “Please talk to me” with Genji?

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He hasn’t spoken to you in days. Not since he came back from the mission. His eyes are distant, focused on a point in space that only he can see. His motions are calculated and almost robotic, as if Genji Shimada has switched off and his augmented body’s autopilot has been enabled.

He’s like a different person. Not the quick-witted and wry man you had come to care for.

It’s too much for you to handle. You finally confront him. Only it’s as if he’s not there. He stands before you as if he doesn’t even hear you, doesn’t acknowledge your presence. You call for him but the answer is only silence.

“Genji…”

You’ve never done it yourself but you’ve seen him take off the metal mask that covers his face. Leaning up, you slowly graze your fingers across the cold steel, the edges of your fingertips feeling for the subtle indents until you find the right grooves. You press on either side and the mask comes off with a slow puff of air.

He blinks, like a man trying to wake from a deep sleep but there is still cloudiness to his expression. The scars that line his face seem particularly deep today and his eyes are sunken and dark, as if he has not gotten much sleep.

“Genji…” you repeat, expression and tone soft. “What happened?”

He shakes his head, giving no motion to answer except to close his eyes.

You gingerly put his mask down on the table beside you and slowly reach a hand out, cupping his cold, scarred face. Your touch runs up to his cheek, pulling his gaze to meet yours.

“Please. Talk to me.”

His eyes meet yours and there is nothing but distant sorrow and pain.

“It… it was like a nightmare.”

He surprised you by leaning in, pressing his forehead against yours, once again closing his eyes. You feel a bit of the tenseness in his posture releasing.

“Tell me.”

imagine-this-overwatch:

Hybrid light-angst featuring kitty!Hanzo and kitty!Genji. Enjoy

You settle to eat at a cafe. It’s a little overcast outside, but you choose to eat outside since you rather liked the weather. Besides, the tables all had umbrellas in case it started to rain. You didn’t get anything too spectacular. Just a classic sandwich to get by.

You turn away from your plate just for a moment. You wanted to grab your phone so you could watch something while you eat. Suddenly, you hear the loud clanking of your plate and look to see your food was gone. In the corner of your eye, you see a man, a hybrid man, running from the scene. 

You immediately give chase, yelling at the thief to stop, but he only runs faster. It’s rather difficult for you to keep up. 

You see the hybrid duck into an alleyway, but when you follow, you can’t see him. It’s dark and there are dozens of garbage cans littered around the area. It was awfully quiet as well, so you tread cautiously in case anything tries to jump you.

You notice movement behind a dumpster. Carefully, you creep up to the scene and see the hybrid man who had stolen your food. He picks up on your presence and looks over his shoulder to hiss at you— typical of a feline hybrid. Still, he does not attack. He looks almost fearful, actually. Now that you have a closer look, you see just how thin he really looked. Eyes sunken in, dressed in rags, he was a real mess. That wasn’t the end of it, though. You follow the hybrid’s extended arm and see he was holding the food out to another feline hybrid who appeared to be in an even worse condition. He was extremely malnourished, was covered in old and new wounds, even had a missing arm and a leg that appeared to be old injuries given the stumps were scarred over. Despite the food being held out for him, the weak hybrid did not eat. He just… stared out into space. You noticed his chest moving a bit as he breathed, so it was a relief to see he wasn’t already dead. It was also hard to tell given how poor of a state they were in, but you did notice that the two looked similar. You figure they must be related in some way,, and that would explain the stronger hybrid’s desire to put the other’s hunger over his own. 

Well, now you felt like kind of an asshole getting angry over a stupid sandwich. The hybrid did what he had to, you think. The weaker one appeared to be near death, so his companion was doing whatever he could to save him. Now, you wanted to help as well.

You lower your guard and try to make yourself as least threatening as possible. You tell the hybrid you’d like to help and take his weak companion to get some much needed medical care, but the hybrid was still extremely wary. You mention he can come along and stand guard, and you promise he can take his friend (sibling?) if he doesn’t feel safe. 

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You get the weak hybrid, whose name you learned to be Genji, to a nearby medical facility for immediate treatment. The other one, called Hanzo, is left with you so Genji could have a proper evaluation. Only when all the tests have been completed and treatment has been applied are you and Hanzo allowed to step in and stay with Genji. 

He was mostly unconscious for everything, so after being given fluids from an IV drip and proper warmth, he starts to come to and is a bit jarred by the change in environment. Hanzo, on the other hand, is all too happy to see his brother (yes you confirmed they are brothers) beginning to respond again. Genji was given a bit of food to nibble on and as he converses with his brother, the nurse approaches you to make a point of how close a call this was. A few hours too late and Genji would have been dead from undernourishment and dehydration. He’d still need to be watched carefully for a few days, but you really did play a hand in saving him.

The issue now is finding the two of them a home. Genji was clearly too injured to live on his own, and letting them back out into the streets could lead to this happening again. The nurses were aware of how Hanzo treated you before, so he may not be completely socialized, which would be a problem in finding adopters.

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You’d come to visit the two hybrids day after day. Genji was doing far better each time you saw him, and even Hanzo was starting to gain weight from the hearty meals he was given. You were the only one the hybrids really relaxed around, besides around each other that is. The two always thanked you for your kindness, and Hanzo apologized for his thievery. He promised to pay you back some day. The two brothers were really starting to grow on you, so without telling them, you signed the adoption papers. You continued visiting them as Genji recovered until the day of their discharge came. 

The two felines were at a loss for what was to come. They weren’t sure about being handed over to strangers, but after being so well taken care of, the streets didn’t sound very pleasant either. Then, you pulled up in your car. 

You took the weary brothers in your arms and told them the good news. They were going home with you, and you were going to do everything in your power to give them a better life, starting with getting some prosthetics for Genji. 

The hybrids couldn’t be any happier and eagerly hopped into your car to see their new home. 

And to think this all happened because you decided to eat out one day. Fancy that. 

YAYYYYYY!!! YOU DID IT!!1 Good story:) Good ending!

for the kissing prompt — twenty, for Genji? pleasedontjudgeme

overdrivels:

…on a scar.

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.” 

And he only held you tighter. 

Remember the Name

overdrivels:

Character death.

Gabriel was responsible for you, for the team’s well-being. The two of you tumbled down a trench during an unfortunate landing. His legs were undoubtedly injured–broken perhaps, and you were resting above him with rattling breaths that he could feel through his protective gear. The pain in his legs was enormous. Even so, he’ll take this over a thousand papercuts any day.

“Get off, we need to move.” Gabriel would crawl if he had to, legs be damned. This is a battlefield, not a hotel. But you did not move, probably tired from having carried him despite your own heavy injuries. He had thought it before as you both tried to escape the chaos behind you: it’s a damn miracle you were even standing let alone carrying him. Though, he should have known it was not without consequence. 

“Tell me…that, that I did well.” Your words were barely more than a coarse whisper against his neck, interspersed with wheezy breaths.

“What?”

You huffed. “Tell me I did good.”

Anger flashed through him, crackling and searing his skin. “No.”

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No!

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 7

Maybe you should have reached out to him when his father was killed, but you were afraid he would snap at you. You knew he was hurting, but you didn’t know him well enough to help him start to heal. He might consider you an intruder. And he didn’t know himself well enough. Genji started going out like before he met you. Came home late, while you were asleep. It hurt to see him behave like this, the way he pulled away from you without a word of explanation. You moved into a guest suite, which got no reaction from your husband.

You blamed yourself when you heard the news. That Hanzo confronted Genji and believed he should have been there to help save his papa’s life. Genji was with you at the time of his papa’s death. You sat on the bed of the guest bedroom, tears landing on your thighs when you heard Hanzo struck Genji down in a rage. Genji probably didn’t help, probably wound his brother up a bit, but still.

That news was followed up by news that made the situation worse: you were pregnant. You immediately decided the Shimada clan was no place to raise a child. Hanzo tried to stop from moving out, once, by summoning you to his office. He didn’t want a child able to control the dragons outside the Shimada clan. You stood your ground.

“I’m leaving. It’s insane that you want me to stay after what happened to my husband.”

“You are staying,” he snarled, quickly losing patience.

“Do not touch me; I will fight you, and the baby will be harmed in the process!” you warned when the clan’s lackeys approached you from behind.

You turned around to stare them down. They glanced at Hanzo for confirmation to subdue you. He waved his lackeys away.

“You don’t need a dragon. You are a dragon.”

You snorted and left the castle. You shook the whole way, expecting to be stopped.

You integrated back into your family. As a new mother, you had no time for awkwardness, anyway. Hanzo started sending you monthly cheques. Whether they were to make up for losing Genji or losing access to the clan’s money, you didn’t know. As far as you were concerned, each cheque arrived soaked with blood. You didn’t want a single Yen. But you had a baby on the way, so you deposited each one until they stopped coming.

You gave birth, naming the baby boy Genji. You didn’t name him after the man you had married. You named him Genji after the potential you saw in the marriage. Your life became your son. You worked the days and spent evenings with him.

“Mommy, why is that man naked?”

You got up and went to the window. Outside stood a man with his arms away from his sides, palms outward. It didn’t matter what he looked like, that was definitely Hanzo Shimada’s tattoo. Between a job and a son, you had no energy for this shit. You groaned.

“He’s trying to show that he’s unarmed,” you told little Genji.

“But he has two arms.”

“Yes, he does. Stay inside, okay, Baby?”

You went out the front door and shut your son inside the house where he couldn’t see Hanzo.

“What are you doing here?” You blinked coldly.

“I have news that will interest you.”

Hanzo told you Genji was alive. Strangely, you were ready to hear him talk. Maybe because you were hoping it was true. You always wondered where the marriage might have gone. Perhaps you and he would get a second chance. That felt like foolishness, but the hope refused to be put out. Hanzo explained what happened on the anniversary of Genji’s death this year. You remembered that night. You vaguely considered having ramen but decided to spend time with your son, instead. Holding him on the sofa and having him read a book to you.

“What did this man say?” you asked Hanzo in the present.

You listened intently, scrutinizing each word. What that cyborg said was true, but something was different about how he said it. When Hanzo finished explaining what happened, you thought of your son. Could you put him in danger just because this man might be his father?

“I’ll go with you,” Hanzo offered.

You shook your head, thinking it was unwise, but you agreed. Hanzo looked sincere. Maybe he actually was. Again, you wanted to believe it.

Poly!R76 x Insecure!Reader 2/3

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Trigger warning: talk of poor mental health, really light mention of suicide

The more you walk, the more drenched you become, the more your fingers hurt, the more you regret behaving the way you did. You should have just gone home, left through the front door like a normal human being instead of being so desperate to get away that you literally left through a window. But now you’re all turned around and walking by yourself in the middle of the night. You’d left your bag at the table when you’d gone to the bathroom, your wallet and keys in it, so you can’t pay for a taxi or get into your home anyways. You have your phone in your pocket, having silenced it at the beginning of the night so nothing would distract you from spending time with Jack and Gabe. Now you’re too ashamed of yourself to bring it out of your jeans, you can’t face them, you’re a coward and an emotional mess. You can’t even imagine yourself looking them in the eye.

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  1. “Can you feel this?”

With summer fading, Hanamura sinks into autumn and though it is late in the evening, the streets are alive for Tsukimi. Genji walks with you, one sweatered arm around your shoulder. “You should see this place in the spring,” he says, almost wistful, as you marvel at the way the season has touched everything.

Music dissolves into the distant sounds of the crowd as you begin to wander, following his lead, pulled towards Shimada Castle’s gates, stopping when they’re within reach. He lets his gaze crawl over the carved dragons before taking a deep inhale as if to speak but there’s nothing needs to be said. You sense apprehension to say too little or too much, his attention turns inward, trance-like. 

Finally: “I need a minute, if that’s okay.” 

These moon-viewings used to be a family event.

The night is young and clear. Branches quake, leaves rustle like feathers. Wind carries the scent of fire, chestnuts, taro, persimmons, incense. You kissed Genji earlier, tasted the sweetness of dango on him. These things linger.

“Can you feel this?” Looking over your shoulder, you admire his profile; distinct curve of the bridge of his nose, skin washed in pale gold. He laughs a little to himself so you clarify, I mean, can you feel the light of the moon?

“Yes, I can.” He pauses, the explanation slips away as he searches for it. You are patient as he summons the words. “There is so much here… in the sky, in the air.” Reminders of life. Of Death. Reminders of things he knows intimately—things he wants to forget, but can’t.

It was hard coming home.

You move closer to his side, he is privately thankful for how you lean into him. There is a sad smile etched into the corners of his eyes that you can identify with the smallest of glances. He knows you see it.

Genji clasps one of your hands, guides it to his chest, over his heart. His voice is low and soft, despite the heavy pounding. “What about this? Can you feel how much it means to me that you’re here tonight?”