You shifted the rifle onto your shoulder, eyes peering through the scope. A cocky grin spread across your face as the target came into view, you practically sensing the exasperation of the cyborg growing sneaking into the building.
“How close should I make this?” you teased, the aching in your chest growing even larger with the sigh you heard.
“Just shoot when you can,” he sighed, a lingering agitation you had never heard before coming from the cyborg.
You supposed your gut instinct was right he did dislike you.
It didn’t matter, despite the way it hurt. You knew this and come to terms with it so that pain spreading through your body could stop.
You shook your head out of your thoughts; this was not the time for them. You peered back through the rifle, shooting the target just before they slipped away. They collapsed to the floor and you heard grumbling on the line, Genji’s assumption of you messing around shooting a knife deep into your heart.
You muted your comm, silencing Genji as you scurried back into the building and tried to make it to the ground again. The world swirled around you and the ground shook, a silver blur coming into view before the building collapsed around you.
he expected the anger. he definitely expected his friend to be upset. they’d mourned him. they’d lost someone important to them and now they’re finding out that he was alive the entire time.
it hurts, really. to listen to them shout at him and cry but he knows they have a lot of feelings that’ve been locked away because of him. they’re yelling, crying, throwing names at him and throwing weak punches against the cyborgs chest before he just wraps them up in his arms and holds them close.
“i’m sorry,” he says softly. “it was for the best. i had to pretend i was dead. it kept you safe, did it not? that’s all i wanted. i wanted you to be safe. to move on from…from all of that. if it meant letting everyone think i was dead…then so be it.”
if you could’ve, they would have slapped him right then and there. did he not realize the pain he caused? the months of heartache and crying? did he not care?
“i mourned you. i cried over you for months. you were my best friend. i–you were more than that to me. and i never got to tell you that because you died.”
“you…you thought of me as more than a friend?”
“…what?”
“you just said that i was more than a best friend to you. you…you liked me?”
“well..yeah. i did. i loved you. i–i still love you. and when i heard that you were dead i just… my heart broke. after i found out…i never put myself out there. i couldn’t.”
you’d hear a noise and look up to see the bottom half of his mask coming undone and suddenly there’s a soft kiss being pressed to your lips.
i didn’t know where to go with this so i ended it with a leel kiss from the cyborg boy. i hope you liked this! if you want to see more lemme know!
It was your birthday. You’ve been looking forward to this day for so long, excited to have all your friends in Overwatch gathered to enjoy your company and celebrate your birth. You handed out cards weeks ago and you were sure to remind everyone on occasion. You even got a few rsvps!
However, as time went on, you received cancellation after cancellation. The list of attendees quickly shrank until absolutely no one could make it on your birthday.
So, here you were, sitting alone in the rec room with balloons floating about, a bright happy birthday sigh strung along the wall, and snacks and a cake that went completely untouched. Some people had cancelled last minute, after you’ve already decorated, leaving you to wallow in your sad party of one.
You decided to wait for a short while. Maybe there’d be a miracle and someone would show up. Hell, maybe one of the Overwatch members you don’t even know may walk by and decide to step in and mooch on some snacks. You didn’t even care anymore, so long as someone could stop by to wish you a happy birthday.
A few minutes pass by and suddenly minutes turn into an hour. Your eyes move constantly between the clock and the door, but you are disappointed to see no sight of anyone. You figure you’ve waited long enough as it is.
You stand from your seat and put out the heavily melted candles that were burning on your cake. You slowly and sadly begin to deflate the balloons and clean up your decorations, when suddenly you hear the door slam open.
In the doorway stood Hanzo. He wore his casual clothes, but they looked awfully messy as did his hair, as if he had likely just threw his look together at the last minute. He was clearly out of breath and in one hand he tightly gripped a small present.
“I made it!” he exclaimed. “I’m here— I know I said I had a mission, and I did, but it was much shorter than i anticipated so as soon as I got off the ship I changed my clothes and I came running. I hope I’m not too late–”
In the midst of his telling, Hanzo glanced up to see the empty, silent, dimly lit room.
“Oh,” he muttered. “Is the party already over? I’m so sorry.”
The archer lets out a grunt as you suddenly run over and bring him in for a tight hug. You were near tears seeing someone had actually come and Hanzo still thought you were upset he was so late.
“No, no. It’s fine,” you tell him. “You’re not late. You’re the first one to come actually.”
You see Hanzo’s eyes grow wide.
“What? That can’t be. You said the party was supposed to start at—”
You just nod your head in response.
“…But that means… Oh, I am so sorry… I’m sure everyone had their reasons but that’s just— Well, here!” he says before shoving his gift into your hands.
“A party of two is better than a party of one, yes? Let us celebrate all we can before the clock strikes midnight. I refuse to let you spend the rest of your birthday so down.”
He gently takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, where he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “This is certainly a day worth celebrating,” he says softly. “I am very thankful for your birth, and I intend to make that very clear for the rest of the night.”
You feel your cheeks heat up in response to Hanzo’s kind gestures. Sure’ Hanzo has been a little flirty with you before, but never quite like this. It had you swooning!
Needless to say, the two of you managed to have a somewhat decent party conidering it was just the two of you. Much cake was consumed and you were far happier than you were before, so you’d call it a successful birthday.
You sidled up to him, mouth opening and Genji plopped a piece of nigirizushi in your mouth with his chopsticks. You wiggled your plump thighs with how good it was and Genji just smiled at you.
“Now my turn,” you said, your tongue sticking out slightly from your teeth as you concentrated.
Your finger shook on the chopsticks and some of the seaweed tore from the way you pinched into them. His chest grew warm at the sight of it and he popped open his mouth, you carefully placing the makizushi in there.
It tasted like nothing.
He knew it would but you were so happy to feed him that he put a smile on his face, excitedly describing how delicious it should have been.
The dark sting of guilt was mostly assuaged by the beaming smile you gave him, chubby cheeks absolutely radiating with joy. He swallowed, something sticking in his throat as he did.
“What do you want next?” you said, Genji turning to the food.
“Whatever you want,” he said with a fake smile, his chest throbbing with the falsehoods he was sprinkling everywhere.
He’d need to confess, later, Genji thought. It was never his intention to lie to you but once he looked at your beautiful face he just couldn’t find it in him to wipe the smile off.
This was a vague request, and that’s okay! But that means I did what I wanted. Hope you enjoy.
The consoles in front of you blared light and sound. A lot of alarming red, alerting you to an issue that needed your immediate attention. You were a hair away from being alarmed, as well. Instead, you put your phone in your pocket, discarding the stupid little mobile game you’d been playing. Keeping your anxiety under the surface, you found the console with thick, red letters that read, “CARDIAC ARREST”. You tapped “Yes” on the bottom of the screen to attempt a restart of Genji’s heart.
In the patient’s room, a red light circled the plate on his chest, and then shined into the darkness. Genji clenched his hands and groaned painfully. A woman on top of him took her hands from his throat and eased herself off his dick.
You stared hard into the space in front of you, torn between the urge to roll your eyes, cry, or growl in anger. This wasn’t the first time you had to do this.
Genji would be in greater danger if you didn’t wait here as he asked. To make sure he made it through this alive.
You got up, the office chair flying backwards on its wheels. You left it there, pushing the door to the patient room open. You walked into the room with purpose to your stride.
Clothes rustling somewhere in the dark reminded you that it wasn’t just you and Genji in here. A rectangle of unnatural light lit up the woman’s face. She was pulling her underwear and pants up hurriedly. You would remember that face. Glare at her when you passed in the hallway from now on. She was yet another /whore/ willing to further Genji’s addiction. The woman’s phone blinked off, and you rolled your eyes at her while she couldn’t see.
The whore left soon after that. Genji gave her a quick kiss just before, which you wish you hadn’t seen. You resented his ability to stab you in the heart when he gave someone a quick peck on the lips. You were so sick of this shit.
You walked to the side of the patient’s bed. You took his neck in one hand. He winced.
“You’ll need more ointment,” you informed him coldly, “I’m not sure it’ll heal before your next appointment with Angela.”
You let go, and he fell a few inches towards the bed before catching himself with his arms behind his back. You walked over to a combo sink-cabinet and yanked a drawer open.
“Mmmm,” he hummed gently. It was warbled from the choking, “I am sure you will patch me up.”
“Sounds like you’ve been talking to Jesse McCree,” you replied, walking back with a tube in one hand.
You unscrewed it and gently patted some cool cream on the mottled skin of Genji’s neck, around the metal piece on his throat. He tilted his head back, making it easier for you. You enjoyed this part as much as you hated cleaning up after him. It’s why you chose to become a nurse. Taking care of people. Then there was this man. This beautiful, flawed man. If only he’d stop fucking these random women and fucked you instead. If you let yourself think about it too much, you’d space out.
You finished, popped the cap back on the tube, and then turned around to put it back in its place. Genji sat all the way up and fiddled audibly with something between his legs.
Your face darkened considerately.
You whipped around, and your hand made violent contact with his face. It hurt, but so did your chest.
“You couldn’t even put your dick away before I came in here! You fucking slut,” you spat at him.
You left, slamming the door behind you. But you’d be back.
….Why…do you hurt me like this? Just the request made my heart ache. I’ll go a step further.
The day that they told Reinhardt you had been sent to the hospital was possibly the worst day of his life. It was equal and more to the pain he’d felt losing his master and friend, Balderich. To the pain of experiencing the war and watching those he tried to protect die. It was something that held like a claw around his heart, and he’d barely been able to breath.
It was a pain that few could understand, because not everyone loved as deeply or more with their heart than Reinhardt Wilhelm. It was something that he had given to you with the utmost confidence, determined that even if someday he perished in battle, you would surely outlive him.
Except now…now its been a month. The doctors told him you had brain cancer, and that there was a tumor currently residing within your brain. Unfortunately, it’s location is not one that they could reach…they had given the two of you perhaps another week or so, and you’d yet proved them wrong.
A fighter, Reinhardt had thought. You had always been a fighter, and would continue to surprise everyone.
No one can understand how hard its been. Seeing you laying there in bed, with little to no strength to get up. Vomiting daily, sometimes even hallucinating and not realizing who he was…No one can understand what its like to watch, day by day, as the life slowly drains from the person who means the most to him.
How, he often wondered, had they not known before? How had it gone undetected this whole time? The doctors had said that it would have been treatable two years ago, that the tumor was too big. Now though, there was nothing that they could do.
Today you’d managed to convince Reinhardt to go home. That he needed a real bed to rest in, to take a shower and eat a hot meal. Ever since you were admitted to the hospital, Reinhardt had been there with you the entire time, not really leaving the building.
His vehicle had found a home across the street, and hadn’t moved in weeks. It had taken convincing to get him to go, because Reinhardt found every moment with you now to be precious- it had to be savored. But he was tired, and you could read it in his eyes like an open book.
Walking in with heavy foot falls, Reinhardt slowly slid his huge jacket off and hung it on the hook. The home was beautiful and big- It had been a good home to raise your children, and held many memories. It was a home the two of you had built together, and behind each shimmering window pain, every nail in the wall and floor…was a dream.
A dream that you’d both live a long life together, sharing many laughs and tears together. And so far, that dream had been coming true…until this moment. And he wasn’t ready- Reinhardt wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
Slowly he trudged up the stairs. For a few minutes he stood, staring at himself in the mirror. Remembering all the moments he’d catch you singing in the shower, or you walking in and laughing as he tried to keep his hair from getting out of control. He ended up taking a shower so hot that his skin burned, stinging as it turned pink but he didn’t stop until he’d stopped crying.
Crying was something he seemed to often these days- no one thought him weaker for it except himself. Reinhardts tears weren’t going to help you, he knew, but with every moment that the possibility of never hearing your voice, never seeing you again nears…it terrifies him and the tears cannot be controlled.
Reinhardt went to lay down after the shower. The bedsheets were cool to the touch, and the bed itself was still made. Just as you’d left it the last day the two of you were here. Almost afraid to disturb it, he weighed the option of just sleeping on the covers but he’d just mess it up anyway.
He ended up laying there on his back once in your side of the bed, staring at the ceiling. It made him feel closer to you…and yet, the emptiness of the bed, the house…held a new loneliness that was difficult to stomach. If you passed…Reinhardt wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stay here again.
Realizing that another few tears had slipped down his cheeks, Reinhardt reached for the tissues…and realized the usual box of tissues was not on the night table beside him. You always had the tissues on your side of the bed…
After a moment, Reinhardt sighed as he tried wiping at his eyes with one hand. Sitting up, he opened the drawer of the nightstand with the other. Inside was indeed the box of tissues…and he noticed, a few letters.
Reinhardt was not the type of man to snoop. Thus, he almost ignored them as he grabbed the tissue box…until he noticed one of them with the name of the hospital on it, and your name.
It took a moment, his eyes staring at the letter. Slowly though, Reinhardt lifted it up and took out the paper inside. It…was a letter from the hospital to you. It stated it was a matter kept private as per request, and as his eyes scanned the document…he realized it was about the tumor. About the brain cancer.
Which seemed unimportant, until he noticed the date on the letter. The realization as he read it and saw that date…you had known about the brain cancer and the tumor for over a year. The rest of the letters were also from the hospital, giving you updates on your check ups, how it had gone.
Each one described the worsening state of the tumor, and how it would be best if you at least tried a few of the solutions still available. Chemotherapy…. test procedures… there had been options.
You’d known, he thought numbly, since the beginning…and kept him in the dark.
The rage was swift, as was the sorrow as he stared down at the small paper in his hands, his vision blurring. You’d known, damn it, and Reinhardt felt the walls of his world shatter.
You’d known about the tumor and never told him. You’d kept it a secret, and in turn dealt with the burden alone. Dealt with the sadness and fear that this surely would have brought. And yet you’d never told him because you wanted to spare him. To protect him. To continue living that life full of love and happiness without fear or hesitation.
Reinhardt’s heart pounded wildly in his chest, hurting, and he roared into the empty room. As if his cry of agony and misery might relieve him somehow off all these turbulent emotions that kept dragging him down. The tears were like waterfalls down his cheeks as he lowered his head into his hands.
The sobs shook his body, and he threw the letters to the side. It was a betrayal, and yet he understood. He could not fathom losing you though. This was not something that Reinhardt could handle.
Hadn’t he lost enough? Hadn’t he lost enough people? When would it end? When would the people he loved most stop leaving him? Was it him? Had Reinhardt done something to deserve all this?
“Y/n!” he whispered through the sobs, and it was full of anguish. A year ago, you might have had even the slightest chance- and it was much, much too late.
I’ll be all alone again…. Reinhardts mind whispered. I’ll be alone…
He woke up when you opened the door, peering at the darkness
at your figure standing in the doorway. He wearily blinked at you, hand moving
to brush the greying hair that he had chopped short.
His voice was groggy and you felt bad, shrinking down on yourself
and ready to leave. It was only when he called you over did you finally leave
your post by his door, suddenly aware of how full your thighs were when you sat
down next to him.
You tried to shift away but he rested a hand on your hip in
a rare show of comfort, “What is wrong.”
“Bad dream,” you murmured, looking away, “wanted to see if
you were alright.”
He just looked at you, understanding more than you seemed
to. He gave a small huff of breath, you unable to look at him when you realised
that his shirt was off.
Your eyebrows scrunched together and it at like he could
feel them pinch his chest, spreading the ache through his body. His hand rested
on your stomach and you instinctively sucked it in, heart beginning to pound.
“Why do you do that,” he murmured in a bout of confusion,
sleep still clearly painting his words, “Breath.”
“You’re exhausted,” you said, “I should go.”
You began to stand up but he just kept peering at you,
slowly shifting to the side as you started to look at him with confusion. He
patted the bed and you weren’t entirely sure what he meant until he tugged you
by the hand into the bed.
You thigh brushed against him and you quickly shoved
yourself to the edge while murmuring an apology. He just looked at you, his
hand aching with the urge to stroke your face.
“Why do you hate yourself,” he said, startling you and you
blinked awkwardly.
“I could ask the same of you,” you said and he gave an
awkward smile.
Hanzo pulled you forward, you become more and more certain
that he was half-asleep. Awake, he was a rigid man who had difficulty showing
his growing affection for you, though your own inability sees it probably
didn’t help as you’d instinctively rebuff him.
You took a deep breath and you could see him still peering
at you, his handsome face outlined in the bit of light peering through the
curtain.
“I’m not sure anyone could ever feel any attraction to me,”
you finally said, the words pressing down on your chest like clawed hands,
making you desperate to breathe.
Your eyes burned and you kept rubbing them with your rough mittens, snow had soaked your shoes completely wet but you kept walking in the subzero weather. Cold prickled through your pants and you absentmindedly patted your legs. Shoulders slumped you kept walking, no destination in mind but away. Away from a day that was supposed to be happy and spent with your family.
That was the assumption that all families were loving, that they loved unconditionally.
But that’s not how things worked in real life. You knew this well, instead of the warmth that others spoke of you just felt a growing sense of stress when the holidays came, associating everything with years of screaming and crying.
So you ran from your home, deep into the snowstorm. You were grateful you forgot your phone as you were certain they were bombarding it with calls to scream at you.
The cold bit at your limb as you peered at the figured coming into view, certain the cold was getting to you as you noticed one was floating. The snow seemed to part around them and you got a clearer view, exhaustion making your limbs fuzzy.
They both seemed to be wearing masks, one horrifying with fangs and the other dignified with a crown on his head. The one floating wrapped a cloak around your shoulders, you realising of how cold you were.
“I am Zenyatta,” he said before pointing to the other, “This is my student Genji.”
You introduced yourself and Genji took your frozen hands, warmth spreading through your body at his touch, “Come with us.”
You nodded and peace radiated from your body at that decision, with the exhaustion abating you were happy to be with both Zenyatta and Genji. You started to follow them, walking away from your frozen stiff body in the snow.
I see Reaper and Gabriel Reyes as having different reactions. I know they’re the same person, but they are at different points in their life. And they will have different reactions. If you want a Gabriel Reyes one, let me know.
As Reaper, he will freak out. Only because he knows Talon can use you and the twins against him. He also imagines all the things that Moira or other Talon scientists could do to them. His kids will most likely have interesting genes, not only from his time during SEP but also from the thing Moira did to him. The thought of his babies being used by Talon makes him physically ill. I can see him either sending you away or just running away with you. He’ll ask Sombra to make sure you and the kids are never found. If he gets worried enough and he needs to do something with Talon or throw them off your trail, he’ll get in touch with McCree and Genji and beg them to stay with you. He’ll try to give you and the kids a normal life, but he’ll move the three of you every few years.
Today was the day that you were going to tell Genji the truth. It was strange that he didn’t bring up the subject before now. It wasn’t as strange to you that Zenyatta never brought it up. You assumed for obvious reasons that it wasn’t important to him. That partially helped, but mostly it let you stew over it for a longer period of time, making it more difficult to broach the subject. You really should have brought this up sooner. Now you were going to appear to be a coward.
You messaged Genji and asked him to come to your room. Today you were to own up to being asexual. He came promptly, which distressed you more than you appreciated, but you shouldn’t put this off any longer.
He entered, greeted you with a hug, and started wandering the room, looking at your personal things. Specifically, the pictures of your family. Maybe he was recalling the reunion. You sat on your bed and watched him, trying not to curl up into an anxious, defensive ball.
“Genji?”
“Yes?” he replied immediately, “Why do you sound terrified?” he laughed.
“Ummm, I have something to tell you.”
“Okay,” Genji said, more serious.
He sat next to you on the bed. That was supposed to convey to you that he was ready to listen. It made you tense up. You considered yourself broken, because you couldn’t fulfill a basic need in a relationship.
“Are you alright?”
You weren’t. But you had to tell him. In case he wanted out of this relationship. You owed him that after he was so good to you. You couldn’t look at him. The floor was better to look at; it didn’t have eyes and wasn’t capable of passing judgement. You wished you were blind, though. And deaf. And…maybe nonexistent. That would be easier than doing this.
“Genji, I’m…I’m asexual.”
“Oh!”
Genji sounded surprised.
“That explains,” he said.
“Explains what?”
You looked at him, your curiosity winning over your tense nerves.
“When you didn’t initiate sex, I thought you weren’t attracted to me.”
You placed your hand on his thigh.
“No! You are a beautiful man,” you said earnestly.
“Stooop,” he playfully begged, gently squeezing your hand, “I am so red under here.”
You reached out your arms towards Genji, and the two of you met in the space between you for a hug. When you parted, you had to ask.
“So you’re okay with this?” you frowned at him.
“My home is with a bunch of omnic monks on top of a mountain. Do you think sex is something I need to live?”
“Good point.”
Genji leaned back in to lay the forehead of his helm against the side of your head, causing warmth to bubble up inside you.
“I love you,” he said.
“You, too.”
“You know. I never understood the Japanese way of never saying that out loud. It was easy for me to drop that habit when I left.”
Your heart was buoyant, with the weight of admitting the truth having lifted. You also felt your relationship with Genji was more complete, now that you knew nothing was missing in the first place. You wrapped your arm around his waist and settled your hand in the dip it made.
“That makes me happy.”
Now that the hard part was over, you had the easier task of telling Zenyatta. It went more smoothly than even you expected. He accepted the information gracefully.
“And you’re not mad that I took so long to tell you this important thing?”
“I assumed you would share your thoughts on the matter when you were ready,” he stated evenly.
“Well, shit,” you replied, slapping your hand to your cheek, “I made a big deal out of nothing.”
You stared at each blankly, now that your task was over (at least, you assumed he mirrored your expression). You gently nudged your way into his lap, murmuring about having a long day. Zenyatta let you, resting a hand on your back.
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