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.

Yandere Blackwatch Genji tho, like he’s all clingy and possessive over reader because they show humanity and don’t judge a book by its cover, really they love the book for what it holds and how it is and would love to read it over and over again. Just a sweetheart reader that Genji swears to protect. And he’s so obsessed with reader he can’t help but want to always have their scent on him. So panties or boxers go missing, Genji has to sniff them while stroking his cock to hold himself together

1800areyouslapping:

Reader’s one of the only people who doesn’t patronize or pity him. Who doesn’t look at him like he’s something to be feared. Genji’s so possessive that he can’t stand to see the reader be sweet with anyone else. Literally, everyone but him has bad intentions for the reader. All the other agents would take advantage of the reader’s good, sweetheart nature. Genji is the only one who has the best intentions for them and will make sure that the reader doesn’t associate with people who’d clearly hurt them. Well, more like he’d intimidate the agents who try to associate themselves with the reader.

Genji steals their underwear after following them into the locker room. Genji has to disappear because seeing the reader naked and holding the underwear in his sweatpants is giving him an almost overwhelming urge to try something with you while you’re showering off. Genji bolts to go and angry masturbate in some dark closet with his face buried in the underwear. BW!reader comes out of the showers unaware of their missing underwear because they’re putting on a fresh pair anyway, and that’s not the pair Genji pocketed. Later when they realize it’s missing they write it off as they must have dropped them. It’s sure embarrassing thinking about your dirty underwear being found by a fellow agent, but what’re you going to do about it?

“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.

dickbutt-writes-again:

This is super self
indulgent because I’m a huge baby and want to whine about shit
happening to me. :V

Of fucking course
this is the first thing I manage to write in a while fucking hell……….

You volunteer
yourself for the first night watch of the stakeout. Genji leaps up
after that and also volunteers himself, asserting that in the heart
of Deadlock territory, they can’t be too
careful, and Morrison agrees, assigning you both to wide, looping
patrols around the perimeter. He also -unfortunately
– sees right through
Genji’s plan to be alone with you for a while, and your assigned
paths cross very seldom, much
to his disappointment. Still, he entertains himself with talking with
you over a private comm channel.

The
night is pleasantly cool compared to the heat of the day, and you
enjoy making a game of spotting the sparse wildlife that made their
homes in the desert. It makes for an overall pleasant, if unexciting,
patrol.

“If this is all
that’s gonna happen, this mission’s going to be a piece of
ca-AH!!”

For a tense instant,
Genji feels his heart stop.

“What’s wrong?
Have you been spotted?” Instead of waiting for a response, he jumps
into motion. “I am on my way.”

You are silent for
another long, painful moment, in which he imagines you at the enemy’s
mercy, and he cannot run fast enough. He isn’t at ease until he
hears your voice mumble over the comm.

“…I fell in a
ditch.”

The normally poised
ninja almost falls over his feet in surprise of the statement. He
allows himself a quiet, poorly hidden chuckle – which will no doubt
raise your ire later – before he turns his thoughts toward that
which is more important.

“Are you injured?”

He moves at a more
reasonable pace toward your location as he speaks.

“Just my pride.”
And then a quiet hiss of pain comes through clenched teeth. “…And
my knees.”

He rounds the bend
in time to see you stumbling to your feet, your face a twisted
grimace of displeasure. Through the enhanced vision granted to him by
his visor, he can see the layer of dirt and dust coating you even in
the darkness. His hand goes to your back, assisting you away from the
aforementioned ditch, a long furrow running parallel to the
dilapidated road. He wonders how you missed it.

You are still quiet
in his arms.

“Are you certain
you’re alright?” he asks.

“Sore,” you
admit with a self-deprecating laugh. “Nothing five minutes under a
biotic emitter can’t fix.”

“Well, our shift
is nearly over. I am sure they wouldn’t mind us turning in a few
minutes early.”

You give him a soft
hum in reply, as you take full advantage of his cyborg strength to
lean your weight against him. His hands tighten minutely against you.

“Let’s take the
long way back,” you murmur.

He agrees.

‘I can’t sleep, can I stay here?’, fluff moment with Blackwatch Genji and Blackwatch reader (nurse or agent, up to you) Coz he deserve more love!! 😆😆

I changed this up a little, but I think it’s still good! Hope you agree.

“Really? He’s never rude to me. A bit cold, maybe. That’s it.”

“That,” Jesse said, jabbing his cigarillo in the air, “is because he thinks you’re sweeter ‘n a candied cherry dipped in chocolate and rolled in powdered sugar.”

You giggled. “Jesse, that’s ridiculous.”

“It’s true,” he insisted, leaning back on the sofa and putting his feet up on the coffee table.

“Then why doesn’t he tell me?”

Jesse snorted, shooting you a knowing smile.

“What?” you asked.

He shook his head silently, still wearing that smile.

“I’ve had enough of your shit, Jesse,” you grumbled.

You got up and left.

You woke up from a nightmare again that night. Your veins on fire, your body stiff and muscles angry. The little girl you found dead during a mission six months ago still haunted you today. You weren’t the only one who had nightmares. No one made fun of you for this, but you still suffered. Not wanting to see her face in your dreams again, you got out of bed before you fell asleep again.

You shuffled miserably back to the Blackwatch rec area. Really, it was a living room, because it not only had that sofa, but also a TV, and some gaming consoles. Genji was sitting on the sofa, thumbing at his cell phone.

You were hoping to be alone. But if Jesse was right, Genji wouldn’t mind you sitting next to him.

“Hello,” he greeted you quietly.

“Hey.”

“Why are you up?”

“Nightmare,” you said simply.

You sniffled and whiped your runny nose with the back of your hand. Any more words, and you’d start to cry.

“The girl, right?”

You jerked your head up to look at him. His red eyes bored into you.

“Yeah. How did you know?” you asked.

“I saw you cry for her after that mission.”

You were stunned that Genji remembered. He barely said a word to anyone but Jesse and Commander Reyes. And when he did speak, he said, “No,” rather rudely. You didn’t think he cared, let alone remembered such a detail about someone other than himself.

You didn’t expect Genji’s human arm to come around you, so you jumped a bit. But then you settled into his body while he pulled you close. You let the tears stream, taking deep breaths, letting out your grief, and listening to Genji’s steady breathing.

“Mind if I stay here? I don’t want to go back to sleep.”

“I do not mind.”

If it’s not too much of a hassle, I’ve been under a lot of stress recently. People who I thought were friends left me and my ex has just been tormenting me. Is it okay if I get some protective Genji fluff where he just gives his lover affection and all? Ty love 💕💕

soldierkiara:

Hey anon, I’m really sorry that you’ve been having such a rough go of things lately. I hope things improve for you!

Genji

He had noticed how stressed out you were getting as of late.

He decided to take you on vacation to Japan, to show you his home country.

You couldn’t help but love the idea of a vacation. Genji kept your destination a secret. He was worried you wouldn’t really like it, or that you would think he was weird for choosing his home country for a vacation, but when you found out you were ecstatic!

You and Genji got a private plane, you two the only passengers on board, courtesy of Overwatch.

You listened happily as Genji told you stories of him and Hanzo growing up. ~~He was sure to leave out a lot of his playboy days, though.~~

You cuddled in Genji’s lap, his arms wrapped around you as you stared out the window.

When you arrived, Genji held your hand as you two walked to grab your bags.

You checked your phone, noticing 6 missed calls from your ex.

Your gaze darkened slightly, but you simply put your phone away. You were NOT going to let them ruin your vacation.

Genji came back and immediately noticed your expression. “What happened?”

“Nothing important.” You said with a wave of your hand. When Genji pressed the subject, you simply said, “Genji, I don’t want this vacation to be ruined. Just forget it, and we can continue on. Okay?”

He agreed reluctantly, but seemed to forget about the topic when you asked him about where you two were staying.

Genji showed you around the town you two were staying in, excitedly telling you about the town’s history. It wasn’t where he grew up because he would probably be killed if he went back to it, but he talked as if it was his home.

You felt your phone buzzing in your pocket once again, but you simply switched it to silent and continued going around with Genji.

After a full day of exploring the town and its outskirts, you two finally returned to your hotel. You flopped onto the bed, groaning a little. Your feet were sore, but you couldn’t help but be satisfied with the pain as well.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, okay y/n?” Genji said, stretching a little. He was a bit muddy, and kind of stunk.

“Sounds good to me.” You said, and with a grin you added, “You stanky boi.”

Genji laughed, heading into the bedroom with a small, “Thanks”.

You grinned after him, sighing happily.

Your picked up your phone, only to find it ringing.

You sighed, seeing the call was coming from your ex once again. You answered the phone.

Your ex immediately started yelling at you for not answering their calls sooner, calling you every name under the sun.

You stood by the patio, quiet as you they insulted you.

“Anything else?” You asked quietly when they took a breath from yelling. You didn’t get to hear the response as the phone was plucked from your hand.

“Hi, is this Y/N’s ex? Ah, what a misfortune to be speaking to you.” Genji said casually, holding the phone to his ear. “Listen to me and listen to me carefully. I only give out one warning, and you’re lucky I am even extending you that courtesy.” Genji’s voice was low now, a threatening tone.

You couldn’t help but be slightly turned on by his voice.

“You will leave Y/N alone. You are not to contact them at all. No phone calls, no text messages, no nothing. If I find out that you have continued to harass my beloved, then there will be serious consequences to pay. If there is one thing I do not like, it is bullies. And you are a bully. Do I make myself clear?”

You watched Genji threaten your ex. You couldn’t tell what your ex had said in response. You only knew it caused a wicked smile to form on his face.

“I understand completely. Then I personally will have to pay you a visit in the near future. I would recommend preparing funeral rites in advance, and warning your next of kin what will befall you and why. The last part, of course, is optional. I can also provide that to them if you do not.”

There was silence over the phone.

“I hope I make myself very clear. Have a wonderful evening.” Genji said the last big cheerfully, before hanging up the phone and handing it back to him.

“..Don’t you think that may have been a little overboard?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him.

“No. Not at all.” He kissed the top of your head. “I am tired of these people making you miserable. No one makes you miserable and get’s away with it.”

You smiled a little, planting a kiss on his scarred lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n.” He replied before a wicked smile came on his face. “Can you help me wash my back? I think I need your help getting clean.”

You laughed a little, patting his chest. “Sure. I’m sure I can help you get clean, dirty boy.”

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: short angst attempt for our good ol’ favorite shotgun user.

Not everyone welcomed death. Even fewer welcomed it with love, warm arms wrapping around a cold body or a kiss stained with the color red. You smiled, even while your life faded away from your eyes, telling him that you still loved him, that if anyone were to kill you then it was only right for it to have been him.

He cradled you in his arms, the warmth of your body long gone, but still, he held you praying that maybe, just maybe this was all a horrible, horrible nightmare. That he would wake up and he would be just Gabriel Reyes, commander of Blackwatch, not the abombination he is now, and you would be the person he swore to live the rest of his life with.

But this isn’t a dream, this was reality. Death weeped, screamed, cursed himself and what he had done. He would never be able to wash his hands clean of your blood, it would stain his hands no matter what he did.

“From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” with ya boy Genji. Maybe he and reader are on a date and people keep giving them dirty looks

Heck yeah!! 😀

You ignored the rude stares of the people walking by on the street. You had used all your courage to ask Genji out. You weren’t about to let some strangers you may never see again ruin this night for you. You took Genji to the most expensive restaurant that you could afford, saving up your money while also saving up your courage.

Your hands bumped accidentally while you walked, and you grabbed Genji’s fingers. He accepted your hand in a proper hold, intertwining your fingers. You couldn’t help your embarrassed grin at the pavement.

Genji surprised you by pulling you into a quick side-hug and pressed his cool visor into your cheek. “You are so cute.”

You grinned harder, still blushing.

“Is that alright?” he asked. “I feel rusty.”

“What? Oh! Yeah, yeah,” you spluttered.

Consider yourself thoroughly charmed by this ‘rusty’ playboy. The good mood continued when you arrived at the restaurant, were seated, and ordered your food. The drinks arrived. Genji removed his two faceplates to drink.

The gentle hiss of the removal of the first plate provoked ruder stares from the people seated around you. Genji’s eyes hardened. You looked around at all the inconsiderate people in their stylish and well-tailored clothing. People with more money than you.

“You know what?” you began.

He looked to you, his gaze glassy and unreadable.

“These people think they’re better than you, than us. They’re not. I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” you said. It seems this restaurant was a bust, but you didn’t want to end the date here. “Do you wanna go somewhere?”

His mouth curved in a half-smile.

“I know a rooftop with a beautiful view,” he said.

You smiled back and called the waitress over to get your food packed up to go.