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Hiya! Could I request a soulmate au ( the one where your soulmate’s name is tattooed to your wrist ) with Hanzo who had just joined Overwatch and he doesn’t know his (not yet)s/o is his soulmate bc they go under an agent name, as well as his s/o is afraid of telling him they’re his soulmate. And so like randomly one day his soulmate goes up to him and just blurts out their real name and they’re just so anxious that he doesn’t like them?? Sorry if this is too complicated!

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: here you go, sweetie, hope that what i wrote for your request is a-okay! 

It was startling to see your name written on the wrist of Hanzo Shimada, you became silent, causing the Japanese man to stare at you trying to figure out what was wrong with you. He called your name, not your real name but your code name and it made you jump in response to the sound of his voice. 

God, you wanted to hear him say your name. You’re real name, not your code name, but the one written on his wrist in such elegant print that it didn’t seem to suit you whatsoever. 

You apologized and escaped from Hanzo’s line of sight to look at your own soulmate mark, written in characters that you didn’t understand. So this is your soulmate. 

It was in the heat of the moment, you were simply going off of pure adrenalin at the thought of telling Hanzo your name after returning to the base. Jogging behind the Japanese man to yank on the back of his clothes you yelled your name when he turned around. 

Hanzo was shocked, unable to hide it and he was even more shocked when you showed him his name on your wrist. Running his fingers over the raised characters, a peaceful smile on his face. 

“I am happy to have finally found you.” his words are sincere, you could feel no lies in his words. Just pure and sincere happiness to finally meet you. 

Jesse Mccree x troubled!Reader

watch-your-grammer:

“Darlin?” Jesse calls from the entryway, kicking off his boots and hanging his hat alongside his ammo belt.

“In the dining room!” You shout back, a loud crash and a swear follow. Jesse’s quick to find you, immediately kneeling so he can help you pick up the supplies littering the beige carpeting. You don’t look up at him when he comes in, which is surprising because you always greet him.

“Baby?” He asks, setting the things he’s collected back on the table. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong Jesse.” Your answer is too brisk to be genuine, too irritated to be directed at him. 

“Sugar…”

“Nothing! Nothing is wrong! I’m fine!” You shout at him, slamming your hands on the wooden table as you rise to your feet. “I-”

“Don’t lie to me now, tell me what’s wrong.” After a few moments, you break down sobbing, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jesse crushes you to his chest, one arm rubbing your back while the other runs through your hair. You stay like that for a long while before you speak, letting it all flood out, every pent-up emotion, every suppressed memory, every single thing you’ve bottled up comes flooding forth. And Jesse stayed, telling you it’s going to be okay, that he’s here for you, that he loves you. Jesse stayed and that’s important.

@tideborn-of-instinct