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“Do you think I’ll be a good mom/dad?” Hanzo asking the question to the reader? Pretty please and thank you! So happy your doing prompts again, I loved your last ones <3

I’m not totally proud of this, but I did put my heart into it so here you go!

Hanzo looked over his shoulder at you. He gazed at you for a moment, then nodded and continued walking away. You wiped away budding tears of pride.

He was finally going to see Zenyatta about the angry darkness inside him.

Hanzo was fine with you. Soft words for you when he was guarded with everyone else. Hair down and shirtless around you, but walls up for everyone else. Not to mention, fiercely loyal. Full of passion when you were alone, which he always channeled in the right way. But he still lost his temper every so often.

You knew Hanzo loved you, but you didn’t know he would swallow his pride for you. Everything had been going well, overall, in your relationship. Your hearts slowly growing closer. Every so often, he surprised you with a new kind of affection. A new way of letting you know he was warm and loving underneath his stern exterior. He found a new favourite place to kiss, more softly than before. You definitely saw it when he really let go in bed.

So when Hanzo asked you one day while rubbing your growing stomach, his eyes possessed with racing thoughts, potential scenarios, if he would be a good father, you respectfully told him the truth. If you had given him only platitudes, he would have believed you. But it wouldn’t have been right.

You told Hanzo that the moments when he lost control of his emotions worried you. That it wouldn’t be a good example for your child.

“I see…”

That was all you got in reply. You thought you’d hurt his feelings, but he brought it up later along the decision to see Zenyatta.

“I might as well try,” he said, still not sounding entirely convinced.

You gave him a fierce hug and thanked him from the heart for wanting to better himself for the baby.

“I’ve had enough.” With McCree? McCree’s a wondering cowboy and his S/O is done with him? Break that lovable cowboy’s heart.

Sorry this one took so long!

You waited anxiously for Jesse to return to your home. It used to be his home, too.

You sat on the back of the sofa, peeking out through the blinds. You kept checking your phone for the time, compounding your restlessness. You almost went outside to get a better look around, just in case he ws moseying down the street.

You didn’t have much to do besides wait. You didn’t do much when he was home, anyway. It was always too risky to go out and be seen together. Normal things like going on dates to eat out or visit the park were out of the question. Last time Jesse came home, you got cabin fever so badly that you picked a fight, yelling at him over his leaving his boots in the hallway. It was stupid, and you hated yourself for it.

That’s when you started thinking.

Normally, Jesse’s exploits only ended up in the news local to the area. You made the mistake of checking all the articles, and it got inside your head. He was honest with you that there was always a small chance that someone would come to harm you to get to him. Or that you could be arrested for harbouring a criminal. It got to the point that you jumped almost a foot off the ground whenever a neighbour said hi. You didn’t want to live your life this way anymore.

The train incident involving Talon being all over the news was the last straw.

You saw the dark red of Jesse’s serape down the street in the waning sun. You dialed his number and put the phone to your ear.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he answered. He knew right away something was up, because you never called him the day he was expected home.

You hesitated.

“I made a deal with the police,” you said solemnly. “I’m sorry Jesse. I can’t-”

His loud swearing drowned out your explanation.

“Why’d you do this ta me?!” he demanded. “Ya took my only safe place from me. Why?!

"It’s not safe, Jesse. Not for me. Because of you. I’ve had enough.”

He swore some more, quietly, instead of arguing, because he knew it was true.

He spit on the ground and asked, “Do I at least get a head start?”

“No,” you replied. “They agreed not to charge me if they caught you. That’s the deal.”

Jesse said no more. You heard yelling in the background. Some shots were fired. You hung up then, because you had some crying to do.

16 & 18 with McCree?

“I’ve got you,” and “it’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep,” with McCree. Hope you guys don’t mind some of these are in the spirit of the prompts, instead of it being word-for-word. 😛

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be hittin’ the hay?”

You took a seat next to the relaxing cowboy. Close enough to smell his mussed, second day musky hair. You were just friends at the moment, but your closeness didn’t bother him.

“I tried. Too much coffee.” You shrugged.

“I get that.”

Jesse also has a disfunctional relationship with coffee. And drinking. Smoking. Anything involving his oral fixation.

You inched closer and put your cheek to his shoulder. You moved your foot towards his boot so that your thigh sat alongside his. Jesse let you mooch his warmth for a few minutes.

Then he looked over to see you giving him puppy eyes.

“Can I help you?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.

You both know what you want. He prefers to be playful and have you ask.

“Could you tell me a bedtime story, Jesse? Please?”

You turn up the politeness, because he’s old-fashioned like that. And you press an inch closer, putting a hand on his arm. Normally, Jesse doesn’t appreciate anyone getting that close, but you’re bein’ so darned cute.

He looks off into space and says, “So I was takin’ the train once when Talon shows up.”

Impossibly, you melt even further into Jesse’s side. He tells the story in a gentle whisper, drawing out every word he can. He’s even quiet when he gets to the part where he shoots the bad guys.

“Bam, bam, bam,” Jesse says, with an accompanying fingergun. He mimes fanning the hammer with his other hand.

He finishes the story with mock sadness. “And they never stood a chance,” he says, shaking his head.

Jesse peeps over at you. You’re fast asleep, clinging to his arm.

“Gets ‘em every time,” he brags to the empty room.

#35 for Hanzo!

“You make me feel safe,” with Hanzo. Maybe not what you were hoping for, but I liked it so much that I feel like continuing this at a later date…

It started when Hanzo saved you from a charging bear in the woods. His red spirit dragon scared it off. The bear charged in the opposite direction. It would have been funny had you not been vibrating with adrenaline. He pronounced you a foolish mortal and carried you in a fireman’s hold right out of the forest. You weren’t sure if being caught by a demon was the lesser of two evils (the other being attacked by the bear, of course). But he let you go, unscathed.

You tried to take that shortcut through the woods on the way home again a few days later. You had had a few drinks. Some liquid courage (or foolishness, depending on who you ask). You were high on the idea of seeing the demon again. You hypothesized that he wouldn’t let any harm come to you while you were in the forest.

Hanzo carried you out again, with you slung over his shoulder. His bare skin was hot against your drunk self’s overheated skin. He placed you back on your feet at the entrance to the trail.

“Ohhhh, strong,” you gushed, impressed.

Hanzo grunted.

He waited for you to continue in your way. You stood there, staring at his dark-skinned face, the tattoos across his skin, the mysterious, pupiless eyes, becoming more and more attracted by the second.

The alcohol went to your head.

“Kiss me!” you demanded.

You were smiling, swaying a bit but regaining your footing. The roots of those trees were trying to trip you, damnit!

Hanzo’s glowing eyes narrowed, and he looked about to tell you no.

So you stole a kiss, jumping up to give him a sloppy peck on the lips. Hanzo was shocked. Round, white eyes and open mouth. He stayed where he was while you walked away.

“Okay, I’ll go home now!” you called over your shoulder.

You woke the next morning to find him lounging at your kitchen table, drinking tea. Like he lived there.

“You have poor taste in tea,” Hanzo said.

“I…what? Why are you here? To insult my tea?”

Hanzo sipped his your tea and then placed the mug back on the table.

“You are so foolish, that I am going to have to haunt you to keep you from getting yourself killed.”

When what he said sunk in, you sat down across from him.

“Does this mean more kisses?” you asked, grinning.

“Maybe,” was all he would give you for now.

What about ask #1 with Genji? Mmmmmm, angst

Here is the requested angst. 😮 “I love you, please don’t go,” with Genji.

When Genji fell for you, it scared him.

He used any pull he had with Winston to avoid going on missions with you. Being close but stopping himself from touching you or telling you the truth pained his heart.

What if you noticed his gaze lingering on you, your body or your face, and began to wonder? He was terrified that you not returning his feelings might set him back. Genji had worked hard to be able to look in the mirror and not want to shatter it. He put up walls when it came to you. It hurt, but it hurt less than rejection, he was sure.

One day, Genji’s ears caught a conversation about you. Before he could tune it out, he caught the words “Minato Clan Mission.” That alarmed him.

He did not want you anywhere near the members of that clan. They had been next on the list to dismantle, after his former own clan, before he left Overwatch. Even if it was just reconnaissance, he should be there to anticipate any dangers.

He got up and ran to his weapons locker. Your safety meant more to him than his own feelings, and it was too late to talk to Winston about changes.

You were about to step on the ramp of the Orca, when someone called your name from behind you. You turned around.

There stood Genji, face plates on and weapons strapped to his back. Ready to go.

“…Genji?”

He took a step closer.

“Don’t go,” he said.

“What? Why?”

“I love you,” he stated. “A-and I should be accompanying you on that mission. I could not forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“Okaaaay,” you said. While this wasn’t necessarily unwelcome news, you felt put on the spot and flustered. “But why are you telling me now?”

Genji took another step forward, but he seemed to changed his mind, settled his shoulders back, and clasped his hands behind his back.

“I know these people. You are in danger without me there to advise you. I want you to let me go with you. Please.”

“Okay,” you said. You blushed, not sure what to say just yet. “You’ll watch my back?”

“No one will harm you. And if you don’t return my feelings, I promise, you won’t hear another word.”

Genji followed inside the Orca. You’re glad he said that, because he was about to be disappointed.

If you don’t mind another request, could you do “Just breathe, okay?” Featuring hanzo? Thank you!

Plz lemme know if female reader doesn’t work for you, and I’ll write something new!

Hanzo’s dragon started to get between the two of you when you sat together on the couch. Hanzo would lean in for a kiss or an embrace, and the small spirit dragon gracefully slithered onto your stomach. It curled up into a pile of glowing blue and refused to move.

It kept happening. Hanzo asked it get off. Ordered it off. When he went to grab it, his hand went right through.

Then you woke up with it on you, split into two like his Dragonstrike. You sat up, causing it (them?) to tumble off with tiny roars of protest. They scrambled back up, sat on their hindquarters, and whipped their tails side-to-side, annoyed with you.

It became a real problem when they wouldn’t come with their master into battle. They stubbornly stayed with you, laying across your stomach.

“Hanzo, why are they doing this?” you asked.

You picked one up by its scruff. It willed itself incorporeal, slipping through your fingers, and dropping back down onto your tummy.

“I do not know,” he replied. His eyebrows scrunched together, staring intently at the twin dragons. “But it is starting to anger me.”

The dragons just stared back.

They followed you about the house for a week before losing patience with you both. You just weren’t getting the hint. One of them dropped a pregnancy test on your lap.

You picked up the box to stare at it in confusion for a few moments before jumping off the sofa to go to the bathroom. The dragons tumbled to the floor.

You presented Hanzo with the positive test. You thought he would be happy but his posture stiffened.

“No…no, I’m not prepared,” he started to murmur, turning around and walking away.

You grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Hanzo! It’s going to be fine. We can figure this out.”

He did stop. He turned around but continued to argue.

“You don’t understand. I’m an assassin! All I know is how to kill! How can I hold a child with blood on my hands?”

He argued passionately, believing every word. You stood your ground, however.

“You hold me with those hands.”

That gave him pause.

“And did anything bad happen? To me?” you asked.

“No,” he conceded more calmly.

You pulled his hand closer. Up to your mouth to press your soft lips against his fingers.

“Just breathe, okay? Like Genji taught you? You’re strong. We’ll get through this.”

“Of course,” Hanzo said with a gentle smile. He pulled you in for a hug. “How foolish of me to forget.”

22 with Genji

“This isn’t goodbye,” with Genji.

“No,” you insisted quietly, sadly.

“You are being dramatic,” Genji said gently.

His thumbs brushed your tears away. You seized his wrists, hoping to keep him close, even though you knew he had to leave. Overwatch called him away from you. He answered, a debt weighing on his soul after taking so much in his younger years.

You couldn’t follow him just yet. Or maybe at all. The details hadn’t been worked out. You had just established yourself a good life here, with Genji. You kept him rooted to this home, and he kept you rooted to reality. He was your rock, something solid to lean against when things were tough. He kept you laughing when you were down. You couldn’t believe it was being pulled out from under you.

“I’m not!” you insisted. “I’m used to you being here. What am I going to do?”

“I will call you.” Genji cupped your face with you still clinging to his wrists. “You know this.”

“What if I need to hold your hand?” you asked, covering one of his hands with yours.

“I will return to you,” he said. “This isn’t goodbye.”

You finally nodded. You trusted him. His hands slipped behind your head to pull you in for a tight hug. Fresh tears squeezed out of your eyes, because you knew you wouldn’t get to hold him for a while.

“You will be fine. You are stronger than you believe.”

The words would sink in later when you stood alone in your home, with only yourself to rely on. For now, you cried like a child while he approached the side of the train, intending to stow away on it.

“Call me tomorrow!” you called after him. “Please,” you added, voice cracking.

“Of course!” he called back over his shoulder, climbing the side of the train car.

The train pulled away, kicking up dust that clung to your tear-stained cheeks. Giving you a neglected look.

Me. ovulating: GENJICOULDFUCKMESOHARDMYORAGNSCOMEOUTMYMOUTH Me on my period: wow what’s wrong with me? This’ll never happen again. All I rly want is to cuddle.

I have the opposite. I write a lot of my smut on my period. But not on the first day. Shit.

Speaking of, Kitty Kompanion was born of an oddly specific desire to be bred by Genji, which lasted a few weeks and then faded into the background. It’s weird, because normally I don’t want kids at all.