Tag: Anonymous

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” W/ Hanzo, pretty please :3

Short, but I loved writing this. 😀

Hanzo came and went from your home at all hours. Sometimes multiple times a day. Flitting in and out like a bird to its nest. It was your nest. You lined it with things you loved, and inspired love in you. Trinkets from friends, plants that looked neat, and pictures of family. It overflowed with love, enough for a second person. Warming Hanzo’s cold heart.

It’s why he always returned. Despite not seeming to belong there. With his cuts, scrapes, and sometimes blood smeared on his clothes and cheek. With his bow strapped to his back and the deaths on his hands.

Hanzo felt the eyes on him when he returned. From the neighbours with the houses as cute as yours with their perfect little families, their small dogs.

“Perhaps I should only return at night while they’re asleep,” Hanzo forlornly suggested.

“No,” you said, “this is your home. Return when you want. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. They don’t live with you; I do. And I like it that way.”

Hanzo took your hands. He pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

How about #81 “It’s cold, you should take my jacket” with Reinhardt?

This one gave me some trouble, but I’m proud of how it turned out!

You were deep in conversation with your friend, sitting outside a cafe in your hometown. Chatting loudly. Gossiping. Giving each other toothy smiles at the jokes you tossed at each other. The breeze was the only downside. It was cold this spring. You huddled closer to your friend, naturally lowering your gossip to a whisper.

Your chatting was interrupted by a sun-warmed denin jacket large enough to settle on both your shoulders.

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket,” growled a confident voice.

A huge, blonde man walked past and away from the cafe.

“I will return for it! And in exchange, I want both your numbers!” he called over his shoulder.

He gave you both a ridiculous wink and turned to keep walking, his glorious hair tossed over his shoulder at the movement.

The mysterious man never returned for his jacket. Your friend joined the war effort. Killed in action. So you kept the jacket in memory of them and that day. You kept it tucked in the back of your closet.

Years went by, and the war never reached your town. It didn’t change much, except it was emptier. More lonely, both from the absence of your friend and from others lost in the war. You still frequented the same cafe and sat outside in the sun. This time you knew better and brought the mysterious man’s jacket to keep out the cool spring breeze. Also to feel the presence of your friend sitting next to you.

“My jacket! Ah, but you can keep it,” said a man behind you.

You turned around.

You had never seen a man like this in your entire life. And yet, he was very familiar. A friendly smile slowly dawned on your face despite yourself.

“You remember me!” he said, maintaining his own smile. “I was that same fool who flirted with you all those years ago.”

The blonde man!!

He wasn’t as gorgeous as then, but he was certainly handsome. And the scar cutting across his eye must have an interesting tale behind it.

“May I sit?”

You nodded immediately. The large man settled onto the seat next to you. You placed your elbow on the table and your chin in your hand, ready to chat.

“Well, you aged better than me,” he chuckled.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” for Genji?

Hold on to your hat for some angst, Anon.

This was never supposed to happen. Genji was a hero and made of strong metal, a stronger spirit, and he always cheated death.

Yet here you are, dragging his limp body—which is just as heavy as you’d expect—to cover, hoping the trail of blood he was leaving behind didn’t lead Talon to your location.

You couldn’t breathe, except to summon Mercy to your aid.

“-Agent!” Mercy yelled next to your ear.

She looked a hair away from slapping you to get your attention, panting, ragged, and flushed. Although, she might not truly want to. Just, your world had tightened to the deadly still man/machine that lay at your knees.

Oh, right, there was gunfire splitting the air and orders being shouted in your earpiece.

“I need to stop the bleeding,” Mercy told you loudly over the noise.

She said, “I,” not “we,” and the voice in your ear ordered you elsewhere. Away…from him.

She went about her work. You were left hesitating. About to kick and scream like a child left at daycare. Not understanding. It was unfair. No!

You looked at him and knew you may never get this chance again. The blood was pooling at his side.

You bent down until your head touched the front of Genji’s helm. You held his visor.

“I love you,” you said, knowing no one could hear you. Not even he.

And off you went. You survived the rest of the mission somehow in a blur. It was luck; you should have died. Not that you would have minded. Next thing you knew, you were strapped in on the Orca. Mercy blocking your view of Genji lying on the pull-out gourney. She fussed over him, wires and tubes sticking out at all angles, and you didn’t think much of it. Too drained. You fell asleep, your head bobbing with the movement of the dropship.

The next day, the other agents spread the word around that he was recovering in the medbay. Your heart stirred. Until then, it had remained dormant.

You were summoned to Genji’s room, for him to personally thank you for saving him. You went with confidence, because he couldn’t have heard you your spill your heart. It was still a secret.

But he did, and he asked if it was true just as you were getting up to leave from your chair. You couldn’t lie to him, nor could you voice the truth. With your heart in your eyes, you nodded.

“I am tired, but…can you stay with me?” Genji asked quietly, turning his hand slowly palm up, offering it to you.

“Yes,” you said, taking his hand and tucking to your lap with care.

Genji curled in your direction to lie on his side. His eyes fell closed, and he went to sleep.