- You were sort of a permanent resident at Talon, getting paid to trim their hair and style it for them. You were well paid, much more than your colleagues in other places.
- Sombra makes a day out of it, you trimming and dying her hair as she tries out the new massage chair you got recently for them. While it’s colouring the two of you chatter along, both saying a lot and nothing. She finds it incredibly relaxing just to bond with someone in a more casual way.
- Reaper avoids you unless it’s late at night, you locking the door and being “officially closed”. You’re quick with him, making sure that he looks good before putting his hood on again.
- Widowmaker doesn’t really get a trim, you just brush it out for her and then tie it up. You aren’t sure why she has you do it but you don’t ask questions.
- You shave Doomfist’s hair for him, once every few days so it doesn’t get too long. You’re quick and efficient, giving Doomfist ample support for your job there.
- While Maximillien doesn’t have any use for your services, he always finds time to drop by. He’ll talk with you, asking how things were going and if you had everything. He’s the one who got you the massage chair, you worrying about the Agents backs when Sombra complained to you.
Tag: fluff
Santa Genji
Genji was thankful for his covered face when the idea occurred to him. A Grinch-like smile curved his facial features. Anyone who saw it would have been suspicious right away. Except, he wasn’t up to no good. Not technically. Genji thought his plan over extensively, then put it out of his mind. To be stored in his long-term memory. Just in case his master got wind of it. Sometimes Genji suspected his orbs did more than ease suffering. Maybe read minds.
Genji was also thankful for once of the communal sleeping quarters of Watchpoint Gibraltar. He wanted to secretly leave each agent a little present like a cybernetic Santa. It would be much easier to leave the presents compared to a situation with everyone in separate rooms. Genji planned to leave each present at the foot of their recipient’s bed while they slept, on Christmas Eve.
On the actual night, he paused at your bed. Knowing you were sleeping in it, unaware of his holiday generosity, made him feel weak. Genji had it bad.
It hit him like a mallet a month ago, made him dizzy. It was when he was sneaking a look at your butt and decided a flare-up of acne was mere decoration, only adding to how fantastic it looked. Genji had looked away quickly, embarrassed. The sleeping arrangements meant every agent changed in front of each other, got naked in front of each other. Everyone was closer for it, but it didn’t make it easier for Genji to take that first step and tell you how he felt.
Deciding on everyone else’s present was a sinch. He wasn’t as emotionally invested in them liking what he got them.
It had taken Genji longer to think of yours. It occurred to him out of the blue while he was thinking of Hanamura. Your present was this: a tiny, green, Japanese dragon pin. Obvious, but he was confident it would remind you of him every time you looked at it.
If you liked it.
No, no. You would. He had to think positive, or he wouldn’t have the courage to do this in the first place.
Genji pictured you wearing it and smiled. He was getting excited for you to find it. You were always friendly towards him, and it was more than just basic politeness. He hoped it was much more.
Genji tightly held onto the orb as he moved through the crowd, hoping to see if he could actually pull this off in time. His master would notice the absence soon and would recall it, Genji needed it to be in place for this before that.
He dashed past Lena who just looked at him with confusion and he gave a mock salute, looking for you. You stood there in the corner sipping some juice, unaware of the cyborgs plan to hook you up with his pining teacher.
He was tired of it, Zenyatta was completely enamoured with you but didn’t seem to have the nerve to confess. Genji understood, he truly did but there’s just so much pining looks he can handle before stepping in.
You smiled at Genji as he came to a stop right in front of you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he tilted his head with a smile. He slipped something down the front of your shirt before you felt a tug, pulling you forward and away while Genji bid you luck.
He felt something missing and he twirled around, noticing an orb gone. His mind whirled with stress before recalling it, figuring Genji was being mischievous and hid it from him again.
He certainly wasn’t expecting you to appear right in front of him, orb straining against your shirt as it tried to reach him. He pulled it up and out, it joining the other orbs that twirled around him more frantically now that you were here.
He didn’t know what Genji had planned, knowing it was him as he told the omnic to wait here then promptly disappeared. Did he expect Zenyatta to confess, to finally bring up the courage to tell you?
“Above you,” you said while pointing up, Zenyatta lifting his head to see mistletoe.
You had your lips pressing against his faceplate, his fans beginning to stutter with emotions. His hand reached up to slip into yours, the two of you resting foreheads against each other as you pulled away.
You had no idea what Zenyatta was trying to do, seeming to keep floating around the same area as if in a circle. He’d slip away whenever you drew away but would subtly drift back when you came back to that area.
You wondered what was wrong with him, it seemed out of character for him to be shy but you couldn’t figure another reason why he was acting like this. You just peered him for a few moments before leaving to find Genji, hoping that Zenyatta’s student could shed some light on this.
Genji just looked at you, amusement clearly radiating off of him. He leant back for a moment, hands tenting together.
“Have you looked around the area he keeps appearing in.”
You just peered at him for a second before returning to the kitchen, peering at the corner that he showed up in. Right on time, Zenyatta popped up there before you finally looked up at the ceiling.
You felt something burn inside of you when you saw the green and red plant hanging from the ceiling. Things clicked together and your mouth dropped open slightly as you gave a slight oh of realization.
You walked over to him while smiling, leaning over to press a lip against his cool metal cheek. You heard his fans whirl even fast at that, your hand slipping into his to pull him with you to somewhere more private where the pair of you could have a private conversation.
Or so you said but you seemed more interested in pressing more and more kisses on his face, wanting to make up for the time that the two of you had spent pining for each other.
He was just happy to let you shower him with affection, just as happy that you’re near him. You slipped your hand into his, ecstatic to share Christmas with him.
Genji’s Pachimari Ch 3
Genji was struck dumb by what you said. He was confused. Sure, he was fine with his body, but he assumed that people interested in him would be far and few between. Plus, now he was gaining weight. Surely you didn’t realize what you were getting yourself into. Genji unconsciously settled his weight on his feet back and away from you.
“Uhhh,” he stammered, because you were expecting an answer, for him to say something. But he didn’t have one just yet.
Your face fell more serious.
“Was I mistaken? Should I not have asked?”
“No, I-”
He stopped himself and looked down.
“You…you really want that? From me?”
You frowned at him in confusion.
“Of course I do. Why would I not?”
“Well, I am, you know,” Genji said, vaguely gesturing down at his body. You only looked more confused, “And the reason I asked you to bring my sweater–the reason I am missing this armour–is that all our time spent drinking tea and eating sweets,” he paused and closed his eyes, almost trembling from the shame, “has caused me to gain weight.”
“You-”
You frowned more deeply for a moment. Then you doubled over, laughing loudly. It echoed down the hallway.
“You think you’re fat? You?! Oh, my god.”
“It-it is not funny!” he protested, his hands balling into fists in his pockets.
“It is! You, fat!”
“I am not fat. I am getting fat.” He sounded pouty behind his faceplates.
“Your little tummy is cute,” you explained, getting a hold of yourself and straightening up to give him a big grin.
“It is?” he asked, his hands slipping out of the sweater pockets to cup his stomach. When Genji met your eyes, not that you could see them, he saw you were expecting an answer again.
“If you do not mind my body, metal and fat that it is,” you rolled your eyes at that, “I would be honoured to be your boyfriend.”
You almost jumped for joy where you stood. Instead, you jogged forward and gave him a quick peck on the side of his ‘face’. You lingered in his space and smiled at him.
“Can I touch it? The tummy?”
Genji stared back at you. You were close enough to see his eyes again. Maybe you went too far, asking to touch him. You were so excited, you’d forgotten he told you his skin was permanently damaged.
Then he unzipped his hoodie. The skin was bare up until the part with the green circle on his chest. On either side of his stomach was some black material. On this material lay the brown strips that made his sides. The skin itself wasn’t that bad. A few long scars here and there, and one more prominent one that cut diagonally up towards his left shoulder. Then the little pooch Genji was already embarrassed about. You caressed it with your fingertips. The surface was soft, from being protected all the time.
Genji fidgeted and zipped the hoodie back up. You blinked in surprise.
“Sorry. I am getting cold. I am unused to it.”
You said a quiet ‘oh’, and then suddenly perked up with an idea.
“You know what’s a good fix for that? Some hot tea!”
Genji held out his hand for you to take.
“Good idea.”
You grabbed his hand, and both of you walked back to his room.
Reaper x Reader Christmas.
Super hope you like this I’ve had this on my mind all month and I thought that you fellows would enjoy it.
He promised… He promised he’d be home already. You were sitting on your couch half asleep waiting for your boyfriend Gabriel. He was out on a mission smack dab in the middle of the holidays. (Thank you Akande) Gabriel promised he’d be home on Christmas Eve so that the two of you could spend the holiday together.
You tried to make out the numbers on the clock but all you could see was 11…50 something pm. Your sleepiness was getting the best of you. I mean you had already dozed off a few times but you wanted to be awake when Gabe got home.
But your brain didn’t care and you passed out.
“Y/N. Y/N.” You heard a soft gravely voice call. As you opened your eyes you saw Gabe kneeling to your level with his mask off.
“You made it.” You said with a sleepy smile.
“Come on I think you need to go to bed, Y/N.” He said as he lifted you off the couch and started off to your shared bedroom.
“Hey Gabe.”
“Yeah Y/N?”
“Merry Christmas.” You said as you reached up and placed a kiss on his face.
“Merry Christmas Y/N.”
~Nox
Can I just say that the Okami!Hanzo au is like the best thing ever! It has so much fluff to it, like enough where I could see Hanzo doing something sappy like naming his first son after Genji like that, and it also makes me laugh because I was half asleep and thinking about it and thought of it as ‘overwatch au where Hanzo is happy’
Ah! Thanks! I love it, it’s got a special little place on my radar now. That turned into a whole lot more than I thought it would, I’m happy it did.
Genji might actually cry if he showed up, was doing a little spying before dropping in, not in a wholly creepy way, he’s just assessing the situation; and Wifey!Reader is calling for her son, “Genji! Genji! Come back inside, sweetie.” It’s a little jarring at first, hearing his name, she can’t be talking to him. Then he sees this adorable little toddler running to meet his mother, and Genji just can’t believe his ears or eyes.
Hmmm how about a genji fluff where reader is just admiring his curves like in his toast pose ;D and saying how beautiful he is x
You peered over at your boyfriend, seeing the way his hips curved out. You licked your lip with joy before reaching your hands out like they were the last bit of water in a desert.
“You’re just so handsome,” you said, pulling him back to rest your head on his butt, “Just beautiful curves.”
“Um,” he said, suddenly flushed with a mix of adoration and embarrassment, “Thank you?”
“My curvy boy,” you said, closing your eyes with joy, “I could die like this.”
“Please don’t, I would be so lonely,” he said and you just rubbed your cheek against his, stroking his pride with each murmur.
Genji’s Pachimari Ch 2
Link to AO3 Page @watch-your-grammer you asked me to tag you in the last one! I remembered this time. XD
Genji stretched casually, and there it was again! Discomfort in his midsection. Maybe it was something he ate. Every new thing he tried was a coin flip on whether it would cause a gurgle in his tummy, or worse. He patted it, the rubbery pads on his fingers thudding dully against his armour. This was different than from the usual tummy trouble, so he had made an appointment with Dr. Ziegler right away.
Genji’s arm vibrated gently. His cheeks expanded into a small smile that reached his eyes. Cheeks that were cut with scars. He took his phone out of a small compartment in his forearm. His smile grew toothy when he saw the message was from you. Genji answered your initial message and then told you he would let you know how his appointment went.
“I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” Dr. Ziegler said, after he settled in at her office, “You’ve been taking good care of yourself for a while now.”
“Thank you, Angela.”
She was good at reassuring patients.
Genji removed his face plates and the back of his helm, as well. Dr. Ziegler plugged three wires into the back of Genji’s neck. They each slid in easily with a satisfying click. Once they were in, he bent his head to the side and combed his fingers through his messy black hair. The doctor walked over to one of the glowing, blue consoles to bring up the data on how Genji’s body was running.
“Hm,” was all she said.
“What is it?”
“Nothing…here,” the doctor answered, trailing off into thought.
She straightened up and looked over her shoulder, “Let’s try something else.”
Dr. Ziegler removed the wires and had Genji lay down.
“You may need to send it to Torbjorn to get it adjusted, anyway,” she explained, after she asked him to take off the piece of armour covering his stomach.
Similar scars cut across his stomach as on his face. The doctor hummed, staring down at it. She glanced up at his face, blushed a little, and hid a smile behind her hand.
“Genji?”
“Angela?”
“Didn’t you used to have a smaller stomach?”
His hand went instinctively to rest on his tummy under his belly button, where a trail of black hair, interrupted by a few more scars, lay.
“There’s no delicate way to put to this; I think you have gained weight.”
Genji’s dark eyes glanced away, as he went backwards in time in his mind. It made sense now. To pay him back, or so you insisted, you had been bringing him little cakes and pastries every time you had tea together. And you two met up almost every free day you had.
Genji’s turn to blush. The extra weight was a problem, but he really wished it weren’t. He wanted to do more with you, not less.
He left the appointment having appeased Dr. Ziegler with promises to cut back on unhealthy snacks. Genji went to Torbjorn and left the front piece of armour with him for an adjustment. Then he had an issue. He didn’t want to go around with his ‘fat’ stomach hanging for everyone to see. He called you.
You answered and agreed to bring him a sweater from his room. When you brought it to him, he quickly zipped it up to cover his bare skin. But not before you got a glance at his toned abs muscles. And a cute little bit of pudge around his belly button. Seems even someone like Genji has some fat. His stomach sadly disappeared beneath a dark grey zip-up hoodie, with fuzzy glowing circles of green peeking out of the fabric.
“I owe you one,” said Genji, relieved to be covered up again.
You nodded.
“Yup. You owe me a lot of favours, Genji,” you pointed out, a mischievous glint in your eye and a smile on your face.
“I do,” he replied sheepishly. He hid his hands in his sweater pockets.
“I thought of something that would cover all of those favours.”
“Oh?” Genji was nervous about that impish expression, but you’d been a good friend to him until now.
“Be my boyfriend,” you said, your smile softening into something more genuine.
So I’ve had this idea but lack the skill and I love your writing so here we go. How would genji be with an s/o who just loves to see his face, touch his hair, caress his cheeks, etc.? Because I would kill for blizzard to put a skin in the game where it’s just him but his mask visor thingy is off.
Aww thanks honey. I’ll see what I can do! Update: Its cute? Its kind of small? I love you? Please forgive
This was starting to bother you, you realized as you tried with all your might to focus on the movie in front of you. It was a new movie, too, one you’d wanted to see for awhile. A lot of your Overwatch friends had come for dinner and a movie together, and so far it was a lot of fun.
The only actual issue you were having was the fact that, well…you really wanted to pet your boyfriends hair. It was less of a want and almost a need, and it kind of surprised you how strong the urge was.
Genji Shimada was your cyborg boyfriend, and was probably the most handsome man alive, you thought with the barest smile. After a rough past, Genji was mostly made of machine but had a lot of human parts, including a scarred face. He’d say differently but in your mind, he was exquisite. He was perfect.
While you loved your boyfriend as a whole, you’d ended up with this unfortunate need to just touch his face or stroke his hair. It happened most of the time, but was usually controllable. You loved pressing kisses across his face…
Honestly, you weren’t sure why you felt the need to touch him so much, but you felt like it was your minds reaction to knowing he’d never really known a positive touch in his past.
With everyone here, you’d promised yourself that you’d manage to keep your hands to yourself. But Genji had decided to lay on the loveseat you both sat on, his legs dangling off the side and his head in your lap as you all watched the movie.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you couldn’t help it when your eyes finally moved to him and began to study his features. Every scar was a story, and your hand trembled as you struggled to resist… would anyone really care?
The room was dark, and Lena and Hana sat on the ground, entirely engrossed in the movie. Lucio sat a foot or two away, in front of Reinhardt where he sat in a chair. Fareeha sat on the long couch with Angela and Jesse, all of them staring intently at the screen and eating popcorn. Surely…
Giving way to your urge, you felt better as your fingers touched silky soft strands of black locks. Sifting your fingers through his hair, you felt a release in your chest that eased as you studied him.
At the touch of your hand, you saw Genji rip his eyes from the screen to slowly turn his head up to watch you. There was a moment of hesitation before he smiled, and even in the dim light he was stunning. You loved those smiles, which had your heart beating a mile per hour.
“Hi,” Genji whispers, voice barely audible over the loud TV but you still hear him just fine. He didn’t seem bothered at all as you continued running your fingers through his hair, his eyes full of mischief.
Blushing a little, you smiled at him. “Hi,” you whispered, your hand sliding and your finger tips began to trace his lips slowly, which parted under your touch.
Genji slowly turned his head and kissed your palm, but remained undisturbed by your decision to continue to touch him. You knew it must be irritating sometimes, how difficult it could be to keep your hands off of him, but Genji never seemed to really mind, which was always a relief for you.
In fact, Genji almost seemed to bask in the glow of affection. And it wasn’t like he didn’t like taking his turn. He’d touch your hair, your lips, trace the contours of your face as if memorizing it again and again for the first time.
“I love you,” you whisper, your fingers gliding across the uneven edges of his scars, loving the feel of them. Once upon a time, those scars would have made him flinch if you touched them. Hell, at first he had a problem with you just looking at him.
Now…
“I love you,” Genji said softly, reaching up to cup the back of your head and pull you down into a soft, needy kiss that left you breathless. With an impish smile, he looked back at the TV after.
Face flushed, you caressed his cheek, deciding that was sufficient enough for you.
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