a/n:gosh, I feel so rusty at writing haha. @seachelle-the-tideborn requested from me a while back to write something for myself and this is the result of that! Hopefully you guys like it too!
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“Where are we going, Genji?” You asked with a smile on your lips while you were being dragged by the hand by the man himself. Knowing that he had heard you perfectly well, Genji didn’t even bother to answer you. He liked to be playful like this at times and sometimes insisting just didn’t work.
The sun was slowly settling down, the bright orange and yellow hues painting the sky that would soon disappear in a couple of minutes. Nothing compared to this kind of view. Even if you had seen this almost your whole life, – sometimes painted in purple and other times like right now – it always brought a warmness to your chest and peace to your heart.
“You’ll see.” Finally the man let out and you could only playfully smile at him, jabbing finger on his side.
“Oh, so now you decide to answer me?” Genji jumped a bit as he felt your poking and snickered at you, your hand still in his grasp.
“Well, it’s much more fun to keep things a secret, don’t you think?”
You went to face the opposite way of him before showing him your small pout. With that small display of childishness, that earned you a hearty laugh from him as he pulled you to him, making you crash unto his side. Then, Genji gingerly looped an arm around your shoulders and rested his head on top of yours.
Genji always loved making a small mess out of you – which he was doing at this exact moment – and he was always proud of such small accomplishments. If you could only get your sweet revenge some day.
What seemed like countless minutes walking, Genji started to guide the both of you to what seemed like a bench. It wasn’t really a park as you looked around the area, but perhaps what used to be of it.
Patting on the side of the bench with his other free hand, you followed with Genji’s gesture and waited for what else he had in store.
By now, the sky began to darken, revealing the small dots of light that were scattered above you for anyone to admire. You couldn’t help but contemplate them and think about how pretty they seemed – they had their own kind of beauty.
You snapped out of your lost daze as you felt your hand being softly squeezed next to your thigh. Looking next to you, you could only observe.
Genji’s eyes were lost in the sky while a small smile was on his lips and held on to your hand. You wanted to burn this picture of him into your mind of how his shoulders slumped in such a relaxed way, how his eyes shined like one of that of a child.
Everything from him radiated peace and that’s all you wished for him to always have in his life.
“I used to think,” Genji softly broke the silence between the two of you, his gaze still lost up above, “that my life wouldn’t turn in such a drastic way. I thought that all I would ever have inside me was anger and resentment just like the blackness of the sky, but,”
He looked back at you, his now intense gaze taking in all of the details in your face. A faint blush started to creep to your cheeks, bringing some dizziness to your head.
The man gave your hand another squeeze and stared at your connected fingers. Even a redness started to appear on his pale cheeks which made your heart warm itself.
Taking his eyes back to yours, his smile widened.
“I’ve learned that just like the sky, there is always some light left inside of us just like the stars… and you were one of the few to find and ignite that light inside me once again during such a difficult time of mine.”
A little something for @starcallerrandgrid ! May not be exactly what you were hoping for, but this is what inspired me. ._.;;;
The intensity with which Hanzo stared at your fingers while you were drawing was a little distracting. You weren’t used to such focused attention. It prickled up your skin. Yet, you were content to have him nearby, so you continued to work. Time and again, Hanzo sat by your side to watch you draw. And then paint. His dark eyes twitched in short zig-zags as he followed the lines and the colours you chose. His brows tried to meet in the middle, creating a gentle fold in the skin.
He never offered a comment unless you asked, just watched. You were still nervous, but you became used to his presence. You sank down into your own world and didn’t notice he switched from leaning on one elbow to the other. And back. That he yawned, ending it with the softest groan, curling his tongue inward before shutting his mouth.
You may have shifted positions once, while Hanzo switched elbows a dozen times. Then his chin slipped off his palm. His sagging eyelids snapped open as he mentally kicked himself. Hanzo resettled and smoothed the lick of black hair at the front of his hairline between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed his eyes and then smoothed his brows upwards. A little bit of vanity and fussiness leaking through.
An hour went by, and you took a break. You remembered Hanzo had been there when you started and looked up to find him. You looked side-to-side. Then looked down, to see Hanzo curled up and asleep at your knee, his arm around his head protectively.
You kept drawing, and Hanzo kept succumbing to his sleepiness. Until one week, you didn’t draw. Didn’t create. You weren’t feeling up to it. Hanzo noticed, and he assumed you were had just been busy while he wasn’t there.
One day, he brought it up out of the blue.
“If you’re not comfortable with me watching you sketch, you should tell me.”
“I’m not! I haven’t made anything.”
“Oh,” he said, looking sheepish. “I had just been waiting so I could watch.”
“But you fall asleep every time. Are you…are you bored?”
You searched for signs of an impending guilty admission in his features.
“No,” he said. You found none. Instead, his upper lids dipped dangerously close to his lower lids. “Lately, I cannot sleep. It’s strange, but the only thing that calms me down, that comforts me enough to let me rest, is watching you work.” He put his hand on yours and caressed your skin with his thumb. “I don’t mean to offend you. If I could stay awake to watch you create, I would.”
You came up with the best idea. You took up doodling before bedtime. Hanzo watched, his cheek smushed against your shoulder. Pretty soon he was conked out on the mattress next to you. His arm lay limply across your lap and his forehead against your hip.
You put aside your current drawing for your real one. You took an empty page, and eyeing Hanzo closely, you began to outline his face. Your fingers trembled from staring so intimately at your love’s face secretly, but you pushed on. You completed the piece bit-by-bit, hiding it each night before joining Hanzo in slumber. Pretty soon, you had a piece of art to gift to him, and the smudgy circles under his eyes were considerably faded.
Today was the day you were going to show your love the portrait. You had it printed the day before. Before going to find him, you were pulled it carefully out of its folder. Like the ninja he was, Hanzo was already behind you.
“Are you going to draw today?” he asked hopefully. A few moments of silence. “Is that…me?”
You nodded.
His chest expanded gently against your back as he took in the art you created.
“So you drew this while I was sleeping. Clever.”
You heard the smile in his voice and you smiled back. You blushed and tried to get away, but he trapped you in a loving embrace from behind.
“I love it,” he said tenderly, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheekbone, and then your jaw. Hanzo remained silent, brushing his lips along your skin, tickling your nerves that lead down your spine. He paused to ask, “Is this a bad time to make love to you?”
He holds you very protectively during a snuggle. He is very intent on keeping you safe and happy.
During the colder seasons, he’ll practically lay on top of you and smother you with his warmth so you don’t get cold.
He likes nuzzling his nose into your hair and taking a whiff of your sweet, natural scent. It calms him down.
If anyone dares step too close while he’s snuggling you, he will bare his fangs and growl at them while he tries to cover you with his body.
He gets a little tense trying to stay vigilant while protecting you. It takes a bit of coaxing, petting, kisses, and gentle words to calm him down and get him to shut his eyes.
YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE NOW I’M GOING ALL OUT ON IT!
Genji was incredibly nervous. No, incredibly nervous doesn’t describe this. Genji was absolutely downright terrified. The only time he ever got called to the couch to talk about something was when he was in huge trouble, and now that you had something you needed to bring to his attention (again) he was practically shaking underneath his mask. However, for being in trouble you sure did lack an angry expression. You looked happy– almost excited– and it was sending him all sorts of mixed signals.
You present Genji with a wrapped box and he was already about to tear into it, knowing how much your boyfriend loves presents. You place your warm hand on top of his cold ones to stop him from going any further.
“Mask off!” You demand with a smile.
He does as he’s told and removes his mask. Your smile widens into a grin when your eyes meet the scarred face you just so happened to fall in love with. Even the fangs and protruding teeth were all just something to enjoy about him– and now, you’re going to be seeing them a lot more often. That is, if your child carries Genji’s Oni traits. Regardless, just knowing you were having his child was enough for you.
You now let Genji tear into the box with a force of a thousand suns. The first thing that he sees is a small, white stick… in fact, it’s the only thing that he sees. He’s careful to pick it up with his sharpened nails and he glances over the surface. Two little lines draw themselves across a digital surface. To the left, it reads “pregnant” and “not pregnant”.
It takes only a moment to put two and two together. Then he starts to smile an incredibly fanged grin.
“The baby? Is it mine?” Genji asks.
“Well, you’re the only person who I’ve been… never mind. Yes, the baby is yours!” You meet his enthusiasm.
“It’s my baby?!” Genji asks again.
“Yes, Genji! It’s your baby!”
The Oni tackles you to the couch cushions with tears beginning to form in his white eyes. Even Soba, who was not fond of most children out of fear, was absolutely ecstatic to hear the news.
“Be careful with my stomach!” You remind him.
Genji shifts his weight almost instantaneously. Soba curls around your stomach protectively as Oni places a sprawled out hand across the fabric of your shirt.
“Mine.” Genji smiles. “No. Ours.”
You place a soft kiss to his cold lips.
“Ours.” You repeat.
Oftentimes Jesse wakes up earlier than you do. It’s a force of habit from his days in Blackwatch and while he was operating as a mercenary. He rises at the crack of dawn, or an hour or two before breakfast on the weekends.
He spends his time with his head tucked into your shoulder, nose buried against your pulse as he breathes your scent in. his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as he slides a knee between yours slowly.
Jesse doesn’t think about too many things while he waits for you to wake. Maybe what he’ll do for the day. But his demons never come to haunt him during this period of tranquillity.
As he feels you stir in his arms, he reaches over to the console and plays some soft music. It might be your favourite genre or his, depending on how he feels that morning. Jesse will watch you contentedly as you rouse yourself, and then proceeds to tuck you tighter against his body as you stretch.
The moments after you wake are filled with giggles and soft sighs as he blows raspberries against your throat. He might run his fingers over a sensitive spot to make you squirm in ticklishness, and he’ll giggle if you return the favour.
Lazy mornings like these go on forever, and you two usually miss breakfast because of it.
Hanzo
Hanzo is an early riser, and always wakes at the same time each day without fail. No matter the occasion, he will get up, make a pot of tea, meditate for a solid fifteen minutes, then crawl back into bed to read a book or check the news. You never see him do all that though, because he’s always done by the time you’re up.
As he reads, he has his hand on your shoulder, back, or head, and strokes lightly with his fingers. Sometimes it rouses you, and you nuzzle into his chest as he adjusts his position. He sets his book on the bed, gathers you into his arms with your head on his shoulder, and then perches his book on your back as he continues to read.
Lazy morning cuddles with Hanzo is silent. He does not say a word as he offers you a sip of tea, or when he lets you read along with him, or when he moves his head to kiss yours fondly.
Once he’s done, he puts the book aside and tangles your legs together, pulling you flush against him if you weren’t before. Hanzo strokes your hair and nuzzles your temple, his fingers trailing down your back to rest on the waistband of your underwear.
Hanzo likes it when you wrap your arms around him tightly too, and hums contentedly when you trace the tattoo on his arm.
Cuddles only last for so long though, and soon he is up and shepherding you to the bathroom to wash up.
He knows how much it sucks to be unable to use a limb, but he’s never spent a month bedridden before. When he was recovering from his amputation, he went stir crazy in the hospital and that was for two weeks!
So Jesse begs Angela to let you out for a while. Since it’s only a broken leg and not an open or healing wound, she allows it, but only if you’re in a wheelchair. You’re so desperate for any opportunity to get out that you agree, not caring that you’d spend the entire time in a chair.
He takes you to the mess hall to get some food, then brings you outside so you can get some fresh air. It visibly improves your mood and he beams at you, finding you two a nice spot to sit at.
A rebel as always, he cradles you gently in his arms and sets you next to him on the grass, drawing your casted leg into his lap so it stays elevated. All the painkillers that Angela pumped into you make this painless, and you hum in appreciation as the warm Gibraltar breeze tousles your hair.
He doodles on your cast and cracks stupid jokes and lame pickup lines to make you laugh. Stories about Soldier and his nagging, Hanzo and his grumpiness, and all the shenanigans that the team got up to while you were stuck in bed. He’s careful not to mention missions or training for fear of making you more antsy and wishful to be back on your feet.
When you’re cleared to be on crutches, Jesse will cart you everywhere on his back instead of you hobbling around.
“I’m all the crutch you need, baby,” he winks at you and you punch his shoulder. You don’t even think that’s the correct phrasing, but it was the thought that counted.
Genji
Genji is very sympathetic as he spent a long time in a healing tank before being fitted with his cyborg pieces. He brings you treats that Angela allows him to carry in, and sneaks in more being her back. You’re not too sure how he does it as his armour leaves nothing to the imagination.
When you ask him, he just winks at you and wriggles his fingers.
“Why, ninja techniques of course!” (it’s actually the experience of sneaking snacks into a cinema without a bag or jacket)
He remembers that the body will ache when lying down for too long, and gives you a massage every night. If the pain gets too bad, he’ll run for Angela to increase the painkillers on the drip for you.
At night, he sneaks into your room to keep you company. Brings a holopad and some games so you can alleviate your boredom. If you’re not in pain, he’ll situate himself beside you on the bed and cuddle you close, massaging your back gently to ease the aches.
While on missions, he tries to nab souvenirs for you or remember funny incidents so he can recount them to you. Once, he spent a good chunk of time in a flower field to construct a bouquet for you, earning Soldier’s ire and Hana’s and Lucio’s eternal admiration. When he presents it to you, it’s a clumsy lump of red and white and yellow and pink, tied together with a bandage and you tear up because that was so sweet of him.
He gets scolded in the mess by Soldier the next day, but it was so worth it to see your smile.
Hanzo felt a blush crawl on his face when he saw you feed his two noodle dragons biscuits. Knowing they were a part of him made him fall in love with you even more! The dragons enjoyed being played with too!
They were sort of like your house pets now, you didn’t need cats or dogs, the dragons behaved like both. Hanzo was afraid you wouldn’t like them at first, especially because they can be mean to someone when they first meet them.
He kisses your forehead and briefly kisses your lips too! “I’m glad you like them, my cherry blossom.” He says and he could see the dragons poking you to get your attention, one of them even nipping you. He scolds them, but they just nip at his finger and try to get your attention. They want to play!
Genji
His dragon is a little bit derpy to be honest. Whenever it took on a corporeal form it would stick its tongue out at him and scurry off. He tried catching it, and he saw you start playing with it.
It just loved your attention, and you fed it chips! This little green noodle dragon made the most random sounds as you tried to tickle it. You weren’t sure if it was laughing at you or laughing because you were tickling it.
He ruffles your hair and he kisses you, placing his hands on your waist. “He can be annoying.” He says. “Who, You or the dragon?” You joke which he just rolls his eyes at. The dragon starts calling for your attention, making noises similar to howling as it reaches out and lightly scratches you. Even if it is technically a part of Genji, this noodle is definitely jealous.
I really like this! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy these, and you don’t have to apologize, the more you guys send in the more of an idea I have of what to write.
Reaper
He doesn’t like talking about his scars and burn marks that littered his face from the accident. He feels unattractive because of them, which is why he prefers to wear his mask even if it’s just the two of you.
He loves you with all his heart, but the mask is a sensitive topic for him. You wouldn’t have to see the scars every time you look at him.
Kissing is difficult, and he only moves his mask aside a little bit just to reveal his lips.
When you tell him that he’s ‘the most handsome man in the world’ He just scoffs a little bit, but he appreciates what you tell him. He’s grateful to have you as his s/o.
As your relationship progresses, he slowly becomes more comfortable to take off the mask, especially if you keep reminding him every day that he’s very handsome and that you love him.
After about a year and a half, he’ll become more confident about his appearance, but that doesn’t mean he won’t wear the mask, the mask is a big part of him that he won’t just let go.He won’t think of himself as ugly anymore. And it’s all thanks to you!
Genji
He’s thankful that he’s alive, but he truly does believe that he’s really ugly under the mask. He doesn’t take it off, only if he has to brush his teeth or go to sleep.
He wears his face plate when going to sleep if he’s with you, but when he’s alone he makes sure to lock his door before going to sleep. He doesn’t want you to wake up to such an ugly sight.
Even after half a year of dating, he still refused to take off his mask. He only takes off his mouthpiece if he’s going to kiss you. The world is better off with his cyborg ‘face’ than his scar-covered real face.
You always tell him how handsome he was, and how much you loved him, scars and all. After weeks of you begging to remove his mask, he finally does. He’s scared you’ll go back on your words and break up with him, so he just stays silent as you run your fingers over a few scars near his eyes and his mouth.
You loved him even more after that, and he becomes more comfortable taking off his face plate now, but only around you. He loves it when you start kissing some of his scars too! Do that and he’ll be blushing madly.
He doesn’t sleep with his armor on anymore either, other than the essential components that keep him alive at least. He doesn’t want you uncomfortable cuddling against cold metal.
If you’re experiencing difficulties in your life that could benefit from professional mental help and are open to religious teachings, he might steer you towards his master
If not, Genji might pester you gently with his own wisdom, whether you asked for it or not
He is competitive by nature, but also appreciates the value of teamwork. For example, if you prefer co-op mode or vs mode in video games, he’s up for either
He’s overall chill whether he loses or wins to you
But he may boast a bit (and perhaps roast you with a pun) if he wins
Feel free to express your extreme disappointment at his jokes, it won’t stop him he cannot be stopped
Genji also appreciates a friend that is as mellow as he is, but also up for trying new things or travelling
He has seen and done so many things and learned so much that it would be a turnoff for a friend to be a total stick-in-the-mud and narrow-minded
Speaking of, he would not get close to someone who was racist against omnics unless he thought their mind could be changed
He would absolutely love it if you travelled to Nepal with him to see the village in which he feels most at ease
You’d be a good friend if you respected when he had bad days and he declined to do certain things like go out or show his face in public. You coming over to chill inside sometimes would be great
He will return the favour if you needed that, too
Speaking of staying in, I could totally see him going to grab you guys takeout and back by travelling over the rooftops to avoid being seen
He just does that, it’s no big deal, your friend is just a ninja and a showoff even when no one’s watching
Hiyaa!! Thank you so much for your request, I really appreciate it. and yes, he’s our favorite boi too ❤❤ – Syl
– He took you to Nepal for vacation, to visit his master, Zenyatta. But oh boy, you never thought Nepal would be SO cold.
– Practically you need 4 layers of clothings to step away from your heater, exclude your jacket and Genji just… Genji, naked with his armour. How envious you are to him now…..
– Genji laugh whenever you put your clothes. You just want to punch him in the face.
– “It’s really not that bad”, he chuckles
“Yea?? Try to be me then”, with your shaky shivering voice.
– The next day he wears jacket. Not as thick as yours but still, it’s weird to see him in clothing.
“What’s with the jacket? I thought you’re not bothered by the cold”
“I wear jacket so I can do this!”, he take out both of your gloveless hands and put it inside the pockets of his jacket, along with his own hands which are holding yours, making sure you get extra warmth.
“Better?”
“Maaayyybeeee a bit. It’s still cold eventho my hands are now warm”
“You are really hard to please, huh?? Let me give you something that can really warm you up then”, he leaned down and kiss you, plays with your tongue a bit before he make some distance between you two. His freaking adorable but annoying smirk is visible on his face, looking satisfied.
– You can feel your cheeks getting warmer and you know your face now as red as boiled octopus.
“You look much better now”
“Genji, I asked you to warm me up not to set me on fire!”, only if he doesnt have his armour piece on his stomach, you’d totally have pinched his freaking tummy.
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