01. Stabbed

dickbutt-writes-again:

hhhhhh uhhh i’m Really Behind ~~in life~~ so. Let’s hope I can catch up.

Warnings: Oh there’s Quite a Lot of Blood Related Stuff. And I
guess some memory related fuckery/derealization if that’s a thing that might
trigger you.

Genji comes back to awareness in pieces, then in a sudden, jarring
lurch – his dragon frantic inside of him, the chaos of battle around
him, his blade heavy, caught.

In the span of minutes – in seconds –
Genji’s world becomes a nightmare.

You didn’t even scream.

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Me, trying to read this and not come out of it stabbed in the heart:

In The Wind – Hanzo Shimada

dw-writes:

So this was a commission request!! This was a challenge for sure, as it was for 200 words and angst/fluff! But I feel like I nailed it!! The requester wished to remain anonymous! If you see this, please, let me know what you think!! ^-^ AND THANK YOU!!

Word Count:: 232 Words (Close enough)

Age had treated him well. His hair greyed only slightly,
above his temples, and had left faint lines around his eyes. You would
recognize him anywhere. Your heart stuttered at the sight of him, struggled to
make you run but your feet were planted to the ground. What could you say?
There had been enough words spoken in the silence of an empty altar.

Hanzo saw you and felt eighteen again, and he remembered how
it felt to know that you would wear the Shimada name beside him. But the day
came and he just…

Fled.

How cowardly.

So you both stared, stock still, across the busy market
square, unsure of what the other would do.

You turned to leave.

He pushed through the people, blocked the path of a cart as
he grabbed at the fabric of your retreating back.

Your heart skipped. In his other hand was a flower – petal missing
– made of glass on a hair comb. You stared at him. From around his neck he
pulled a delicate chair with a lone petal hanging from the end. A complete set.

“I am sorry,” he whispered. “I was afraid.”

You took the comb with warming fingers as your heart beat
faster. “As was I.”

He smiled. The petal gleamed against his chest, tinkling
against the metal clasp of his bag as his heart raced in his chest.

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: even with my mood and health tanking hard i wanted to write something for good ol’ hissy baby omega genji/alpha reader. decided to write little short things since i couldn’t rightly focus on one thing.

1.

Teeth would nip at his throat, his wrist and his thighs, but never would those teeth break his flesh. You agreed to his terms, another Heat would be spent with him, to help him deal with his problem. But, those teeth must never pierce his flesh, tease and get his heart beating yes, but never to leave their mark on his flesh.

Genji hates how much he wanted your teeth to mark him as their own. Mourning his bare, unmarked skin taking what little comfort he could from their lingering Scent that still remained in his room and clinging to his skin.

2.

Neither of them is sure when the subtle Scenting started, but once it was brought to Genji’s attention that both of you were doing it when you returned from a mission, an unknown Omega’s scent heavily rubbed into their clothes and skin.

Genji felt himself bristle when he smelled it, before walking over to you and rubbing his own Scent over the other Omega’s. Not stopping until he was happy with how you smelled, like him and only him is when McCree chimed in that seeing him Scent you was really sweet of him to do.

3.

It started out with small things, things that you wouldn’t notice would be missing, but still drenched with enough of your Scent to comfort him when he was nearing his Heat’s. Something to keep them at bay while you were not here with him or if he just needed to feel like you were here with him.

Eventually, his Nest grew, to the point where even Genji himself wanted to keep you in it. It amazed him how much just having you here next to him affected him, shaking him to his core so badly that night he clung to you, singing your praise and leaving his own marks on your skin. Only to mourn the lack of marks on his own skin when he woke up to keen loudly enough to wake you up and comfort him.

Genji took what he could, being greedy with the attention and comfort you gave him. Knowing that this too, would end and he would have to face that truth.

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imagine-this-overwatch:

Imagine you’re about to have sex for the first time with Genji, but he’s so nervous… so afraid his body will turn you off. Afraid he won’t please you. Afraid he’ll go back to the days of his youth—- He has so much anxiety, he realizes he can’t even get it up.

He’s extremely embarrassed and swears it’s not your fault! He just has so much on his mind… But it’s okay! You tell him you can wait until he feels more comfortable and he needs to be a little better at communicating his insecurities. Rather than having sex that night, the two of you just snuggle warmly in bed while you pepper his cheeks with kisses.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. POOR BABY!!

He’s humiliated. And not in a
good way.

In all his years he never wished
he could get an erection harder than he does now. He avoids your gaze and
glares down at his flaccid cock, looking embarrassingly tiny against his armour
and the dark synthetic flesh of his inner thigh. Faintly, he quips about how he’s
a grower and not a shower, trying so very hard not to let his mortification
bleed through his devil-may-care tone.

In his chest his heart freezes
and sits like a stone, dread coursing through him at your silence as you sit
between his legs on the bed. Though his lungs struggle to drag in air, he
forces himself to croak out that he’s sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s his –
his and his stupid issues that never seem to go away no matter how long his
wounds have had to heal. It’s been ten years but the imperfection of his flesh
and metal body still haunts him every time he looks down or in the mirror. Fuck,
he thought he got over it long ago but he supposes there are some things he
just can’t fix.

He rambles on, accent thickening
as he stumbles over his words. Eyes locked on your knees, he crosses his hands
over his crotch, mumbling again that he’s very sorry. He knows you’ve been
looking forward to being more intimate with him for a while. His brother was
right, he does ruin everything he touches, he-

His self-deprecating mental
tirade is halted in its tracks by your hand as it cups his cheek lovingly,
bringing his teary gaze up to your eyes that are full of understanding.

It’s okay. It’s really okay. He
doesn’t have to feel bad about something that he has no control over. You reassure
him gently and help him exchange his hands for his crotch guard, latching it in
place for him when his hands proved too shaky to do it himself. With slow
movements, you pull his head down to your shoulder and hug him securely, crooning
into his ear that he can take as much time as he needs to be comfortable with
his body around you. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all. Baby steps, dear sparrow.
Baby steps.

Your embrace is like a warm
blanket for him, dousing his fear that you’d be disappointed in him. That’s the
last thing he ever wants to do. In his relief, he feels tears well up in his
eyes anew and he has to bury his face in your neck to stop you from seeing him
so weak. So vulnerable. But you don’t care that he’s crying a little into your
neck and soaking the collar of your shirt; in fact, you just pull him closer
and drag him into your lap so you can tangle your limbs together with his.

It doesn’t take him long to recover
from his mini-breakdown and to wrap his strong arms around your back to glue
himself to your smaller frame. He sighs into your skin and wipes the dampness
off with his hoodie, apologising softly for ruining your shirt.

Your laugh reassures him and
makes him smile. You murmur that he’s too cute for his own good and pepper kisses
all over his face and chin, stopping at his neck so you can rest your head on
his shoulder. A pout crosses his face and he pushes you down onto the mattress,
draping himself over you as he asks you if he’s always this cute or if this is
a good day for him.

The flurry of kisses to his
cheeks and lips are answer enough.

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Flash Fic – Reaper

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Thank you for your commission! Here’s what was supposed to be a 1000 word fic of Reaper submitting to reader. It’s turned into a bit of a monster but I’m too attached to it to cut. Enjoy!

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Gabriel is used to being the biggest man in the room, both physically and in rank. He’s used to looming over his subordinates and his partners and watching them lower their head before him. It’s not quite a boost to his ego, but he doesn’t lie when he says that he feels comfortable being looked up to. When he says that he’s so used to being in control that it fits like a well-fitted glove.

Perhaps it’s because of his skin, his beard, the almost permanent bitch face he sports, but he’s used to being looked at in fear, in apprehension. He doesn’t like it. But he’s used to it. Used to the way they’d quiver before him in submission, waiting for the other shoe to drop whenever he wills it. To an extent, he likes the rush of power; the feeling of having them at his mercy, whatever it may be. He’d lie if he says a rush of warmth wouldn’t fill him when he’d see their skin bruised and reddened from his impassioned grips and slaps. He’d lie if he says he didn’t grow hard when they’d whimper and beg. Beg for him to fuck them harder. Beg for him to take away the last vestiges of power from them and render them weak-kneed from how hard he uses them. He’d lie if he said it wasn’t how he loved for the longest time.

But death does a lot of things to a person. Not in the least change them fundamentally, mentally, physically. He feels angry now, unable to control his emotions and his body as he wreaks destruction upon those he used to call comrades. Friends. Family. So now, years on from the last time he drew breath, Reaper yearns for something different than he knew in life. Now what he wants is so foreign to him that he hasn’t the slightest clue how to go about finding it. What he wants isn’t what he’s used to. Isn’t something he thought he’d ever find.

Quietly to himself in his loneliness, Reaper wonders what it’d be like to be held so tenderly that he might melt in an embrace. What it’d be like to feel so safe that he can close his eyes and rest for the first time in what feels like forever. What it’d be like to be tamed with a single hand to his chest and a soft pair of lips to his bristly cheek. He would curl in a corner around a lumpy pillow, hood drawn over his head and over his eyes, thin blankets cocooning him, and imagine that instead of scratchy wool it was a warm body holding him securely. That instead of a pillow that smells of musty mothballs, he’d be clutching at the clothes of someone who would protect him from the world that seems to be out to ruin him in every way. It feels like a pipe dream to have someone who he would allow that much power over him. He’s not one to let go of control, of his strength. But in his undeath Reaper has had much time to think and he wonders if that is what he needs. For someone to know how to protect him and to hold the reins for a little while as he lets go and just exists. Instead of his bare existence now, living from day to day and praying that it might end. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. Maybe…maybe someone who makes that decision for him would finally lead him off his path of self-destruction and sorrow.

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Ahhhhhh, very nice. Very nice, indeed. Are you getting better at writing?? Lately, I’m not a huge fan of mixing emotion with Reaper, but this got me. Maybe because it’s sub!Reaper this time, and that’s different. 👌 Perfect!

My Beautiful Girl Ch 3

You and your father met in secret regularly to satiate your incestuous desires now. Not on the same day every week. No, your schedules wouldn’t allow that. Plus, that was cliche and foolish if you wanted to hide goings-on.

Genji loved to play with you. Every touch elicited a reaction. Panting, “Daddy,” or “fuck,” or a cute whine. Plus adorable squirming while two fingers were two knuckles deep, stroking a spot deep inside, previously unknown to you.

“That’s unfair,” you protested with just your voice. Your body was in complete disagreement. Your cunt was clenching at his fingers and your thighs stretched open.

“Quiet, your daddy knows best,” he said not unkindly, and he went back to sucking on your neck.

Genji had you pinned against the cold, tiled wall in a stall in the communal showers. Your back had long-since heated the tile. The water was running to cover the telling sound of your father pulling his fingers out to shove in three at once. He chased your orgasm until you arched your back away from the wall and pushed at his chest with your palms. He let you catch your breath, then you looked down at the floor to step down. You thought you were done, as you hadn’t made love since that time in Japan at your former apartment. Your father never took things further, and you were comfortable with that.

The way Genji dragged his gaze up and down your body told you differently this time. You wanted more, too, but you were too nervous to ask. As if being penetrated here would alert everyone in the base to what you were doing like they had a sixth sense for immoral activity.

“Did you get birth control from Angela like Daddy told you?” he asked. His voice was husky with anticipation like a blade being dragged against stone.

“Uhuh.” You nodded vigorously to make up for your lack of comprehensible words.

“Good girl.”

Without warning, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist. He used his other hand to quickly line his cock up and thrust inside. It was still a bit of a stretch, so you threw your head back and cried, “Daddy!”

You were too loud, so Genji had to fix that. He kissed you, hard. He sucked on your bottom lip as a signal to open up. He was moving slowly inside you, so your mouth dropped open anyway. While you were in heaven from being full, so full, of your daddy’s cock, Genji was trying not to think too hard.

That if you were on birth control now, and also his daughter, that you could easily be sleeping with other men. He wrapped his arms tighter around your shoulders as if he could keep you all to himself just by holding you. The other issue that nagged him was that this couldn’t possibly last forever. Surely you would find someone your own age to date. That thought spurred punishing thrusts that obliterated any rational last thoughts you may have had. You desperately squeezed your thighs around Genji’s waist.

You pulled away from the kiss to let out a shrill moan, and that snapped him back to reality. He stopped fucking you to arrange your arms around his neck.

“Hold on.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He took hold of your hips to control his thrusts. To make more precise strikes at your core. You lay back against the wall to enjoy the steady ride to completion. To enjoy bouncing on your daddy’s lap, with your daddy clinging to you for the closeness he craved and wished to give you. He moaned low and quiet, and you clenched around his cock. Cumming would be so easy, you just didn’t want this to end too soon.

The gritty scuff of a boot against the tiled floor outside the shower stall alerted you both to at least one other person in the bathroom. It was supposed to be deserted at this hour. Muffled conversation told you it was at least two people.

You tensed up, your cunt constricting around your father’s cock. The sudden surge of pleasure caught him off-guard.

“Ngh.” Genji held his orgasm back.

You shut your mouth tight like you’re sure your father wanted. You didn’t recognize the voices, it was too muffled.

Your father jerked his hips, going deeper. The base of his cock stretched you a bit further, and he came deep inside. He exhaled against your neck. His shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. He then bit into you with just with front teeth and pinned you tighter against the wall.

The two people lingered outside. Your core echoed your tension, clutching around Genji’s length. No matter, he only rolled his hips. He ground his pelvis into your clit, driving whines out of your mouth. He put his palm over your lips before you got any louder.

Genji pushed you bit-by-bit towards the edge. Your orgasm overwhelmed your being, and by the time your senses returned, there was silence outside the stall.

At long last your father allowed you some mercy, lowering your feet to the floor. He brought your forehead to his lips with a hand on the back of your head.

“Forgive your father. He has a weakness for almost being caught. We should not do that again in such a public place.”

“Yes, ‘Tousan.”

As much as you were disappointed to hear that, because the thrill of public fucking on top of the ultimate thrill of being on the end of your daddy’s dick, you had the niggling feeling that your unique relationship could end at any moment. Whether it would be because you’d be discovered and separated, or Genji coming to his senses and pushing you away. You were hoping obedience would stave this off.

So if your father said no more sex in the showers, then no more sex in the showers.

The two of you shared lingering, loving kisses and then conveniently cleaned yourselves using the shower.

“So who do you think it was?” you asked your father. “I didn’t recognize one of the voices.”

The stranger turns out to be your uncle, Hanzo. He looks so different from Genji, not just because he barely has any scars on his intact body. The quiet love for life that your father has is dimmed in Hanzo’s eyes. This, in contrast to his loud, commanding voice. Not quite as booming as Reinhardt’s, but he demands just as much respect when he speaks. You give him that respect. He’s not unkind to you and keeps you at a distance at first.

You charm your way past Hanzo’s defences. You have all the charisma of your father and lack all the negative associations that make Hanzo push his brother away. Hanzo is pleased to teach you how to handle a bow, and he’s even more pleased when he sees you holding the bow with an excited grin.

Genji should be immensely proud of you for getting along with Hanzo and happy that right now, you are being a link between the two brothers. Almost like a real family. But something about it eats at him. Riles him up. Genji found himself keeping mental notes of where your uncle was in relation to you. Hanzo being in the same room as you raised his hackles. Genji is aware of the change in himself. He hides it well from you and instead takes it out on your cunt. Hammers it with his hand over your mouth to stifle your screams. He only does this when Hanzo is off-base, just to be safe.

Hanzo sets to work right away, and Genji keeps you almost constantly full of his cum in the meantime. You welcome this rough, but less loving, type of fucking. You equate it with fatherly approval. Every time Genji comes undone while inside you, you feel loved and connected to your father. Your uncle’s face starts appearing in the back of your mind as you and Genji continue to fuck in secret. Hanzo is a beautiful man, so it only enhances the pleasure you feel. Genji has to clamp his hand tighter around your mouth.

Hanzo comments on the marks around your mouth when he next returns to the watchpoint the next day. Your face sets ablaze in embarrassment, and you make up a flimsy excuse. Hanzo hums, disbelieving, but he drops the subject. He has become a protective uncle to you. He pulls you close to place a kiss in your hair, then lets go. He’s just worried about you hurting yourself.

You revel in his affection, but the closer you get to Hanzo, the more worried you are that he will somehow find out about your and Genji’s secret.

Adding to your worries, Dr. Ziegler says she has serious news for you at your next appointment. Your father doesn’t have to come with, but he sees the dread in your expression. He needs to take care of his little girl.

Dr. Ziegler smiles sadly when she sees that Genji is with you.

“I’m glad you brought support. You know we’re all here for you,” she says. “You’re pregnant.”

The room spun, and your nausea wasn’t from the pregnancy. You reached for your father’s hand for comfort, for an emotional anchor. Genji moved his hand away, and you knew that was it. He was your father, no longer your daddy.

The next few days were awkward. You saw your sadness reflect in your father’s eyes. He often stared into space, silent, when normally he would chat with you. You watched him, scared to interrupt. He would come to the conclusion that you shouldn’t continue your trysts anymore. There was a serious consequence, but neither of you expected pregnancy. The birth control failed.

After three days, Genji announced your fate:

“I’m taking you back to Japan, Beautiful.”

He used your favourite nickname, but again, this was it. You sniffled and wiped your tears away, trying to be a big girl for your father. You took the flight there together, leaning against each other. You bundled up your jacket to use as a pillow and fell asleep on his shoulder to get some rest from your grief.

You woke, groggy, when the plane touched down. You lifted your head from Genji’s shoulder.

“The other flight is in a few hours,” Genji tells you gently.

He gets up, grabs his bag from the overhead bin, and leaves the plane. You follow, the wheels in your head turning.

You didn’t know this was a stopover flight. You hadn’t paid attention, just blindly obeyed your father and got on the plane. The logic followed then that this flight stopped halfway, in the US. You tried to ask for more details.

“’Tousan-”

“Come,” he ordered, firm but without edge.

Your chin fell towards your chest, and you followed his feet as they walked. He led you to what you assumed would be somewhere to eat.

“It is good that we have different last names. No one will be suspicious,” he said just loud enough for you to hear.

You looked up to see him open the door to a strange building. You followed him inside, curious. He took your hand, grabbing your attention.

“Just say, ‘I do,’ when the officiant looks at you.”

You stopped, the truth hitting you hard. Genji wasn’t breaking off your sexual relationship, he was taking you to Vegas to marry you.

Could you please write some angst for me? That idea I had where Reader confesses their feelings to Genji, but he turns them down. For whatever reason, he doesn’t think anyone could love him, he wanders too much, or his job is too dangerous. Then he leaves before Reader can argue.

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You were practically trembling as you waited for Genji’s reply. After months of yearning for him, you finally worked up the courage to confess your love for him. You just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore, and you hoped he would return your feelings at least somewhat. But, your heart fell into the pit of your stomach when you heard Genji mutter, “I’m sorry.”

“I am incapable of love,” he tells you. “I have broken far too many hearts in my youth, and after all that has happened, I am completely undeserving. My body was not built to love, and I fear what I may do to you if I let my feelings run free. Please, forgive me,” he finishes with a bow. “But I cannot reciprocate. I hope you find someone much better in the near future.”

You are confused. He can’t be serious. That’s the reason why he’s turning you down? He’s being ridiculous! You try to speak up and reason with him, but he abuses his ninja skills and vanishes before your eyes.

Tears begin to well up as you slowly fall to your knees, staring blankly at the spot Genji once stood. Quietly, you begin to sob, wondering what higher power would be so cruel as to let this happen.

I’m here!! Lmao! Can I please have a request about Shimada brothers (separatedly) fell in love with Talon!Reader, but they sense kindness from her? They feel like she’s different, unlike other Talon agents. What would they do and how will they react bout that? Thank you!! Im sorry if it’s a bit confusing :x

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: here you go anon! sorry about the wait i feel like i could have done better, but gosh i’ve re-written this so many times that this is what i was able to come up with and be sort of happy with it.

Genji:

Genji is surprised to find himself falling in love with you. You went toe to toe with him, matching each of his blows with one of your own not missing a beat until his step faltered and you stopped your attack altogether before pulling him towards you just in time with the familiar sound of clapping thunder and a bullet buried where he once stood.

Genji enjoys his skirmishes with you, each fight brings a new challenge with different tactics employed by you in each fight. Some similarities are shared between you and the Talon Assassin, he fought back in Venice.

You are very kind to be a member of Talon. Showing him mercy, stopping the fight when he would miss a step and even going as far as to tackle him down to save him from being taken down by a sniper.

Genji lets his feelings be known, the next time the two of you engage in a skirmish, in the middle of your battle, don’t be surprised when he disarms you and tells you how he feels.

Hanzo:

Hanzo is so confused, falling for the enemy is something so old and pulled straight from a romance novel. But when you stood in front of your comrade, and his drawn arrow looking directly at him in his hiding place, mouthing ‘shoot me’ he was stunned.

Each mission your eyes find one another, looking at him, mouthing the same ‘shoot me’ at him each time while acting as a human shield for your comrade while they recover.

Hanzo didn’t realize just how hard he had fallen for you until he saw you off the battlefield, acting as a shield for others, just as you are to your Talon comrades.

Hanzo reacts by burying his feelings so deep inside of him, that not even he would be able to drag them up, but when he see’s you again, low and behold those feelings make his heart slam into his chest with enough force that threatens to break his bones.

Kitty Kompanion Ch 9

You had plenty of time on your hands sitting at your desk at work. You got into brewing coffee properly and ordered better coffee grounds than the watchpoint previously had. Other agents besides Angela started stopping by for your coffee. You became known for it. Angela noticed you weren’t drinking it yourself and bought a separate machine to keep yourself stocked with decaf.

“There’s money for this?” you asked. “When I joined, I was sleeping in a cot.”

Angela shot you a knowing look with eyebrows high and said, “Investors.”

You let that sink in, then you asked, “So people know about us then?”

“Ah, they did since the museum mission.”

“Oh,” you replied. You did remember seeing it in the news online. “Well, then, how come no one’s tried to stop us besides Talon?”

She shrugged.

“I don’t have time for politics. I just want you all to be healthy.”

You nodded and smiled.

“Of course.”

Angela sipped her coffee with both hands on the mug. She walked over towards her office, her stocky heels tock tock tocking along the sterile floor.

She spun on her heel back to you.

“Genji didn’t mention the investor money? That man is half the reason we got those investors, eliminating key Talon underlings. Come to think of it, that might be why no one’s up in arms. Must be convenient for certain governments.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“You don’t seem happy about this,” you stated.

“It’s not right. So many statements were made that Overwatch couldn’t be trusted, but now it’s alright to give us funds? And in secret, as well.”

Seems the issue had been festering beneath her hard work and optimism, as she gestured passionately with her free hand as she spoke. It was probably even more frustrating that she knew the funds were helping her treat agents, as well. She couldn’t turn the help down. You felt for her, but you were more interested in what Angela told you about what Genji was doing. He never told you exactly what he was doing. Because he was a senior agent, you assumed he knew what he was doing. Maybe it’s time to ask.

The rest of the day went really well. To your delight, the babies got more active in the afternoon. You absentmindedly rubbed each spot they kicked; it was a little unnerving to see the skin stretch out like that. Genji kept sending you dick pics at random times throughout the day, along with a message that he’d call later. Good, you could ask him then. Genji seemed to be enjoying himself taking the photos, becoming more enthusiastic. Adding ridiculously seductive faces. Bending over to pretend to suck himself off. To be honest, you were just glad to see him at all. The naughty nature of it was secondary. And seeing his face made you more excited than usual for his video call that night.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he began the call with. “So every time I do, I send you a picture.”

“Me?” You didn’t feel attractive. You felt like a beached beluga. “I am huge!”

“I know! It’s so cute.” Genji whispered the last word reverently.

Genji dropped into a cross-legged position. The video feed was jostled as he did so, and he plopped his metal-enforced chin in his palm to gaze at you. The way he smiled at you with genuine love in his eyes made you feel unexpectedly naked to your feline lover. You blushed and dipped your chin.

Genji adjusted his legs, settling back into the same position. The end of his tail whipped back and forth.

“I wish to be home,” he said. “With you.”

You agreed with all your heart, of course. But you also fidgeted, unused to the sudden laser focus of Genji’s attention.

“Genji, I, uhh…”

“Hm?”

“I wanted to ask you about something.”

“Anything.”

“What is it you’re doing out there? I know that you’re working hard, but…”

Genji pulled his tail forward to hang onto it. His expression faltered as he explained up front that it was very dangerous what he was doing. However, he was the only one able to pull off these missions. Not even Hanzo could.

“Don’t tell Hanzo, but if not for his dragons, I might be the stronger warrior,” Genji murmured quietly to you as if his brother might overhear.

You shook your head, amused at his boast.

He went on to confidently state that he was taking the utmost care not to get into trouble. Hanzo was there to back him up on most of the assassination missions, anyway. You don’t know why Genji looked worried a minute ago. Everything added up in your mind. All you had to do was wait for the babies to come, with increasing discomfort.

Honestly, you had forgotten about the details of the birth. Hid from them, mentally. Things were going to be fine, though. With Angela, the best surgeon in the world as far as you knew in charge of the cesarean, Genji to be back in time to support you, and Talon being managed, there was no need to worry.

The next day, you nearly didn’t make it out of bed. You couldn’t believe you could get more tired. It couldn’t be from all the hauling around of your extra weight. It wasn’t /that/ much extra weight; you just looked ready to explode with babies. You’re bent slightly backwards trying to manage waddling around the watchpoint.

Since it’s very obvious that you’re pregnant and near the end, you can’t escape the comments. The first time you stumbled upon everyone having a lunch together in the mess hall, you were greeted with happy applause. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to waddle back out the door or enjoy the attention.

“Where’s the father?!” Reinhardt asked from his seat at the table. “He should be here to carry you wherever you go.”

He was only teasing, but it did sting in the slightest. You found a seat next to Angela, nearly falling into her lap on the way down. You adjusted yourself for the most comfort you were going to get. Which wasn’t much. Reinhardt beams at you and looks ready to offer to carry you around for the rest of your term in Genji’s stead.

“Where’s Winston?” you asked Angela. You took her hand and put it to your stomach. She liked to feel the babies move, and it was nice to be touched by someone who cared while Genji was gone.

She starts droning a list, “Being a workaholic. Not listening to me. Eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Ugh. His only concession was using whole wheat bread.”

“Maybe he’s making up for my not working at all,” you quipped.

“Your job is to eat for three!” said Tracer, pushing a small plate towards you with a lemon danish on it.

You happily pounced on it, while conversations continued around you.

One agent stopped eating and checked their buzzing phone. They frowned at the screen. Then another took out their phone, then another. Pretty soon everyone had their intense gazes trained on their little screens. You only noticed when you finished inhaling the danish.

Chairs scraping back against the floor and the drumming of shoed footsteps alerted and startled you. Everyone was clearing out. Angela placed her hand on your shoulder before getting up.

“Emergency,” she said. “I’ll explain when I can.”

It was serious. That’s all you could tell.

Mercy called your phone herself later, instead of going through Athena with a transmission.

“I’m sorry, Dear,” she said.

“Why?”

Panic bubbled up in your chest.

“It’s Genji,” she said. “He missed three check-ins. We really don’t know what happened.”

“I see.”

You answered because it was expected of you. Mercy explained that they were all searching in small teams. She said some other things, but you only remembered that Genji was missing and they were looking. She tried to reassure you and then hung up.

You wandered around with only half your mental capacities working. Useless. You hated it, but you couldn’t do anything else. Genji promised he’d be home. He promised. You kept checking the messages from Angela to see if you read them wrong. With both palms pressed to your bulging belly, you couldn’t answer the question of what you’d do if he didn’t come back to you.

You did know what you’d do if he came back alive, you mused, narrowing your eyes and dropping into the nearest chair. You tapped your foot on the floor and balling your fists tightly against your stomach. You pictured your open hand slapping Genji across the face for doing this to you.

The image was vague, so it slipped from your mind easily. You wilted over, almost bursting into tears. You couldn’t hurt Genji, even if he hurt you. You didn’t mean it, you were just frustrated and alone.

Hanzo had this honourable notion in his mind that it was his job to protect you while Genji could not. He obtained permission to go off-duty to do just that. He returned to the watchpoint to inform you of his intentions to make sure Genji came back to find you safe and sound. You had a vague, agreeable answer. You looked so lost. Didn’t say much. It melted some of the ice Hanzo had frozen his own heart with.

Maybe he could be a good uncle and make up for being such a terrible brother, he thought…

Hanzo had no time for such musings. He set about guarding you from the shadows.

He disappeared, and you gave it little thought. You knew he was a ninja, and you were used to Genji and Hanzo’s brand of weird. Not to mention, you had more immediate issues to deal with. One was practically living on the toilet. Before Angela left, she confirmed for you, with her lips twitching almost into an amused smile, that the baby girl was head down on your bladder.

Hanzo spent a lot of time outside of your window, hidden in the shadows on the nearest rocky wall of the mountain of Gibraltar. His ears twitched every which way, listening to every little sound. You barely left your room, since you no longer had a job. You slept a lot. You read digital books a lot. You cried a little. Hanzo’s heart melted some more.

That made him grimace in frustration that Genji’s precious Overwatch had not found and brought him home yet. Dr. Ziegler was forced to return back to the base as the date for your cesarean was approaching very soon. That gave Hanzo an idea. He should bring Genji home.

You would have convinced Hanzo to stay. You’re sure it’s what Genji wanted. But you were asleep, so off he went.

Hello~!<3 I was wondering how might Genji react to seeing his crush/best friend (during blackwatch) actually being alive with children of their own? They decide to join Overwatch's recall in order to protect their family as their previous partner was killed due to being with (the reader) at the time. But maybe the reader harbours some strong feelings towards Genji and he's great with their children? :3 Choice is yours for scenario or headcanons Hope this isn't too much trouble! Love the blog!<3

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: here you go, sweetie, i hope that these hc’s are alright! this was pretty sweet to write!

Genji is stunned to see you, unable to believe that he’s seeing someone he knew, someone who was not only his friend but possibly his biggest crush that he had kept locked away in his heart standing happily with someone else, and a child swaddled up in a tight bundle that you showered with kisses. The golden band on your finger was like an arrow through his heart.

It hurts him to see it, to see that happiness, he would have liked to have gauged the person you married to see if they were worthy of you if you would be treated well and taken care of, but the smile on your face and the swaddled baby are enough for him.

Genji snaps at McCree when the cowboy ask him if he’s alright. He walks away fast, the image of your smile and the kiss you gave the baby and your spouse burned into his memory. He’s not sure why seeing you kiss your spouse hurt him so badly.

Genji doesn’t see you again until after the Recall, it starts him to see you standing next to Lena with a child chattering a mile a minute to Lena which the young British woman easily kept up with them.

The moment the child notices him, they run over and start cooing about how cool he looks and Lena, laugh’s while you come running over to apologize for your child. Genji chuckles, he see’s the flicker of recognizing it in your eyes before he removes his mask and speaks.

The look of shock, sadness and something else in your features are all he see’s before you’ve pulled him in for a hug. One that’s so tight he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to escape it.

Genji learns that you joined Overwatch’s Recall after losing your spouse to someone who was killing former Overwatch members, you joined to find their killer and bring them to justice.

Genji bonds easily with your child, he eats up every little thing your child says especially when he’s called ‘cool’ and ‘regular ninja’s are cool, but cyborg ninjas are even cooler!’ is mystified when he double jumps.

Genji feels that crush, the love he had for you buried away slowly returning bit by bit as he bonds with your child and spends time with you. Knows that it’s probably wrong, that he feels this way so he’ll keep his feelings to himself.

Seeing Genji bonding with your child, and interacting with him again after assuming that he was dead for all these years sparks those feelings that you buried deep inside of you.

You loved your partner, loved them so much that you are here to bring his killer to justice, but now seeing Genji again have you asking yourself if you ever really moved on from loving him or if your spouse was only a substitute for someone you couldn’t have.

Ohhhh that last bit is heavy! Great work on the rest of it!