This is a rewrite of something on here that was bad, I deleted but please enjoy this one. Read-more for length.
You gave a slight hum as you walked through the kitchen, your Overwatch comm stuffed into the garbage bin finally after so many years. It felt relaxing almost as if you threw out cuffs you didn’t know were tightly latched onto your wrists.
You knew he was going to come, there was no way that cyborg would let you accept such a fate with a small button press. You didn’t expect him to be so damn quick thought, maybe they were so certain that you would say yes that they sent someone to get you.
“Why did you decline the recall?” Genji demanded behind you, you felt a cold anger radiate from him.
“Why would I accept?” you calmly said, looking at the dough in the oven to watch it rise in the heat.
“Because it’s the right thing?”
“What does the right thing matter anymore?” you couldn’t help the anger that filled you, making you snap at him, “I don’t want to be lectured by a man who ran the first chance he got.”
Your body curled up next to Genji’s, the cyborg peering at you with his mask off. Your body curled up into itself and he gently brushed your cheek with a gentle touch. Your eyes began to slowly flutter awake, seeing the cyborg peering at you.
“Hello,” he said in a hushed breath, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You get enough sleep?”
You nodded, shifting your naked body even closer. His fingers gently curled around your cheek as you nuzzled against his scarred nose, your breath brushing against the skin of his cheek.
McCree x Reader, Genji x Reader, Hanzo x Reader (separate)
McCree
You sat at your desk, taping your pencil on the open notebook laid out in front of you. Yes, it was quite old fashioned to be using pencil and paper to write and sketch out ideas, but it always helped to express the way you wanted things.
You had been up late into the night, lead dragging across paper as you focused on your work; your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration. You hadn’t bothered to glance at the clock, finding no particular need to as the dark night sky could be seen through a window.
“This doesn’t look right…” You mumbled to yourself, eyes scanning over the strokes, tilting your head to the side, your lip between your teeth.
“Darlin’,” The oh-so-familiar southern accent filled your ears, pulling you away from your work, “What are ya doin’ up?”
“Huh?” You spun around in your chair, facing the male who stood behind you — or now in front — dressed in his pajamas.
He leaned against the doorway, letting out a soft yawn, his sleepy eyes catching yours.
“I was just finishing up somethings,” You began nodding your head to your work, “I was gonna be heading off once I finished.”
Jesse pouted his bottom lip before stepping in, taking hold of your wrist, lifting your hand to meet his lips. You blushed at the gesture, eyes widened as you hesitantly pulled away.
“Ya need to take better of yaself, Darlin’. I know ya wanna finish yer project, but sleep is more important.” He said, a displeased tone hinting in his words.
You sighed, slowly nodding your head, “Fine, but let me finish this real quick and I promise I’ll head off to bed, okay?” You tried to make a deal.
Jesse stayed quiet, “Okay. Then off to bed with ya.” He mumbled.
You smiled softly, “Goodnight.” You stood up, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, the male soon returning one.
“Goodnight, Darlin’.” He tiredly spoke, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head up, connecting his lips to yours.
You felt butterflies dance around in you stomach — having never kissed Jesse before. Your cheeks heated up significantly more than when he placed his lips on the back of your hand. You kissed him back before pulling away, being met with a sleepy grin from Jesse.
“Goodnight.”
Genji
You shot awake, heart racing and covered in sweat. You held your hand to your chest, gasping for air as you tried to calm your beating heart.
‘Another nightmare.’ You thought, groaning as you sat up.
It all seemed so real; being in a battle with Talon, your comrades beside you until they all began to perish, falling at the feet of Talon soldiers. Your boyfriend, Genji, had protected you, shielding you from the rain of bullets that came down on you, violently yelling at you to run before he too crumbled to the ground.
You rubbed your eyes, tears caressing your skin. The thought of losing everyone, losing Genji, was painful. The dream had driven you to tears; imagining the people you loved and cared for had died in battle with the enemy.
Slowly, you peeled back your blankets, shivering as your heated skin came in contact with the cool air. You shuffled around in the dark, stepping into your slippers before leaving your room, hearing the door shut behind you.
You made your way to Genji’s quarters, always being comforted with his presence — especially at a time like this. You gave a small knock on his door, careful not to wake anyone that could be up. You waited for a few minutes, rubbing the back of your arm.
The door before you opened, revealing the cyborg. His faceplate was gone, leaving his captivating, ambers eyes and scar-littered skin vulnerable under your eyes.
“Another one?” Was all he said, receiving a nod from you, “Come here.” He murmured, arms wide for a hug.
You took it, your arms coming up to wrap around his middle, your face in the crook of neck.
“That bad?” He asked, his hand stroking the back of your head, fingers tangling in a few locks of your hair.
You nodded again, squeezing him tighter as your mind flashed the image of him dying, wrenching your heart.
“Want to talk about it?”
You paused before shaking your head no, “Not right now.”
He could tell you were shaken up, particularly used to you showing up at his door at night after a nightmare. Your quivers bottom lip, trembling shoulders and tear-stained cheeks were enough to tell him.
“Then let’s get inside.” He said, guiding you to his bed.
You laid down, doing your ritual — whenever you came into his room after the nightmares — kicking your slippers off and crawling under the covers, pulling Genji down to lay beside you.
You both stayed together in silence for a few moments; nothing awkward, it was just you both basking in each other’s company. His arms were around you, holding you close to his body, chin resting on top of your head.
“Thank you.” You mumbled softly.
“No need to thank me. I’m glad to do this.” He said, his thumb gliding over your shoulder.
You looked up into his eyes, immediately noticing the affection they held before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. Genji automatically melted in, a first surprised by your sudden confidence to kiss him, but that was soon washed away.
The kiss was sweet; holding many unsaid words behind it, expressing how you both felt.
You both pulled away, eyes heavy lidded before moving in closer; no space between your bodies. Your head returned to the base of his neck, tangling your legs with his before slowly drifting off to sleep, knowing full well the nightmares wouldn’t touch you while in Genji’s arms.
Hanzo
Today Hanzo was set to travel back to Hanamura on a mission. It was said that their was Talon movement sighted there and there was a need for stealth.
The Shimada brothers had volunteered themselves without hesitation; it was once there home, no matter how many dark memories took place there.
You bit your lip at the news, hearing your boyfriend and his brother were to be leaving in the next few hours to come. You hadn’t seen him all day, knowing he was currently preparing for his departure. Everyone knew how this mission could turn for the worse; Talon capturing the brothers and try to draw information out of them using different methods.
You were scared. Not at the thought of them giving away information on Overwatch, knowing full neither of them would ever speak no matter how agonizing the forms of torture were. No, you were scared of Hanzo falling at the feet of a low Talon soldier. You were scared of losing him.
You paced back and forth, your nails becoming shorter and shorter as time inched by, your teeth taking away bits as your mind reeled different scenarios in your head — each one of them negative and making your heart rate pick up.
You had faith that they would come back unharmed, but you still feared for their safety; no other teammates to rely on and no backup to arrive when things got hairy — it would just be Genji and Hanzo.
You heard the call over the speakers, Athena announcing the amount of time until the brothers’ departure.
‘Only 5 minutes.’ You repeated to yourself, making your way to where the boys currently loaded their ship with supplies.
You caught sight of Hanzo, his hair tied back with a deep blue ribbon you had gifted him a few weeks after your first date. Your heart fluttered as he looked up to see you, a smile toying at the corner of his lips.
Other Overwatch agents had join with you, saying their ‘farewell’s and ‘good luck’s to the two males. Time ticked by and soon it was time for the two to leave.
Hanzo stood before you, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb glided against your cheekbone, “I will come back to you.” He said, gazing into your eyes, his voice low enough for his words to only reach you.
“Promise?” You placed your hand on the back of his, leaning into his gentle touch.
“I promise.” He nodded before pulling away.
You had wanted to hug him, tell him you loved him, but, knowing the male, he’d most likely give you a grunt, reminding you that he was not a fan of displaying affection in front of others.
He whispered a ‘goodbye’ to you before turning his back, making his way to the ship.
You reached out and took hold of his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. Your fellow agents glanced over at you two in utter confusion; why had you stopped him?
“What is it?” Hanzo asked.
You blushed before gathering the courage to tug him toward you, colliding your lips into his. You shut your eyes savoring the sensation of his lips pressed to yours; Hanzo’s eyes widened in shock. A few people whistled at your actions.
You pulled away from him before he had the chance to think of kissing back, “Stay safe.”
“I will.” He murmured before taking the lead and pulling you into a short kiss, his face lit aflame from the boiling embarrassment that began to churn in his stomach as he board the ship, leaving you to deal with your own flushed cheeks.
Thank you! I’m sorry this came out a bit late, I have a lot of homework right now. Sorry that Zen’s got so short, I’m not that great at writing for him.
Zenyatta.
“What are you doing?”, Zenyatta chuckled as you kissed his robot cheek.
“Giving you love.”, you smiled.
“Well, I don’t have lips but…”, he pressed his face on your forehead, “Mwah…”, he made the noise of a kiss. You laughed as he laid his head in your lap.
“That was the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard.”, you giggled and looked at his face.
“… thank you?”, he turned his head to yours. You took your chance and peppered his face with more kisses which made him chuckle.
Genji.
Genji wasn’t that confident in himself when it comes to cuddling, but he does like to show that you’re his. So the closest overwatch agents were all sitting in the main room watching TV.
Genji was resting at the armrest of the couch and watching the movie. One by one everyone temporarily left, came back and temporarily left again for different reason. Maybe paperwork, maybe getting more popcorn. Anyways, you and Genji were all alone once again and this is where you decided to make your move.
You inch even closer to him and rest your back on his chest and get yourself up on his lap.
“Well, hello there.”, Genji smiled in surprise.
“Hi!”, You smile back and give him a peck on the cheek right below one of his scars.
“Are you sure you’re comftreble?”, he wrapped his arms around you.
“Yeah…”, you snuggle your head under his chin. He kissed your temple and laid back as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you. Neither of you really paid attention to the movie anymore and finally you just turned to him. You lips met each others and you made out for a while until somebody came in.
“Ugh… get a room!”, Hana said and sat down on the other side of the couch with a new bowl of popcorn and her phone.
You felt your face get warmer and when you looked at Genji his face was just as red as you felt like you were. He smiled at you and you leaned against him again.
Hanzo.
He wasn’t very affectionate, he loved you but he didn’t show it that often.
So you decided to make something special for him. You had tidied up the place and made everything cozy.
“What is this?”, he asked, surprised, when he got home.
“I want to do something special for you!”, you smiled from the couch. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to you.
“You didn’t have to do anything for me, you know.”, he smiled.
“I know, I just wanted to.”, you kissed his cheek. He immidietly got flustered and tried to hide it.
You sat down so you could see his back and started massaging him. Hanzo was tense but easily relaxed. He sighed of relief as you massaged his shoulders and back.
“Thank you, I really needed that.”, he smiled when you stopped.
“My pleasure.”, you smiled and planted a kiss on his neck. You laid down on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.
The return of consciousness comes slowly, a dark haze lifting off each one of your limbs before it reaches your mind where everything snaps back into focus and you are once again aware you are in the world of the waking.
Cracking open a sealed eye, you do a bleary sweep around the dark room, the digital numbers on your wall barely past four. An irritated huff passes your lips at the ungodly hour your body woke up to, and you pull the blankets over your shoulder in an attempt to return to sleep.
However, you find yourself unable to retrieve any length of blanket; a strong resistance against your pulls reminds you of the other figure in your bed.
You groan. “Jesse. Jesse, you’re hogging them again.”
The man slumbering beside you is blissfully unaware of your predicament, wrapped neatly in a blanket burrito with only a corner left for you. He keeps his back to yours, and even so, you can feel the heat permeating through. When you try again to regain your share, the only response you get is a short and the sound of uncoordinated beard-scratching.
Another insistent tug turns the man toward you and you wrinkle your nose.
Morning breath.
You catch the shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of her dry lips, and you narrow your eyes. This smug bastard; so cozy-looking and content, his hair everywhere and enroaching on your pillow space, toasty in his blanket burrito. Even in his slumber he’s easy-going and a jokester. You debated waking him up as retribution, but it’s late and there’s work to be done in the morning. Waking sleeping beauty up now wouldn’t be conducive to that. But who cares when you’ve been robbed of a decent REM cycle?
Just as your sleepy revenge is being considered, your bedmate reaches out blindly until he has your mid-back in hand to draw you into his cocoon. Pleasantly surprised, you let your get pulled under, the smouldering heat almost stifling–enough to make you sleepy again. The heavy arm draped along your midriff drags you further down into a zone of comfort.
Once settled, you can hear Jesse sigh and nuzzle his beard against the top of your head. It itches a bit, but it’s the thought that counts.
“G’night, Jesse.” The blankets will be stolen again shortly after you sleep, you’re sure. But the effort isn’t wasted.
Unbeknownst to you, Jesse’s already awake and has been long before you. He waits, pretending to be lost in his dreams until he can feel you relax and (despite your vehement denials) snore quietly beside him. As much as his warmth is a comfort to you, you are the anchor and the shield that grounds him to reality and protects him from the nightmares that bar him from a peaceful rest.
Again, he nuzzles the top of your head, hoping that at least one of you will be well-rested for the morning.
Zenyatta looked at Genji, who mostly refused to look at his master. His robot thumb twiddled around, a faint metallic ping came from the two of them hitting each other. He knew his pupil would break, whatever was eating him up would eventually come free.
“You know that I would not judge,” Zenyatta said, “you’ve told me so many other things, why is this the line?”
“This is different,” Genji responded, “I am ashamed.”
Zenyatta hummed, just waiting before Genji sighed, his hands tightening their grip on his knees. He lifted his face and Zenyatta saw the embarrassment flash across it before the cyborg’s chest heaved with breath.
“I love them,” he whispered, Zenyatta tilting his head in confusion.
“Who?”
“I’m sorry Master,” he said, his hands clenching with shame on the ground.
“Ah,” Zenyatta realised, his mind travelling to you and why he would feel ashamed of his feelings, “I suppose they are irresistible to Shimadas.”
“I would never act on it!”
I know,” Zenyatta said simply, ”I trust both of you.”
HERE YOU GO, YOU THIRSTY HEATHENS. YOU CAN ALL
THANK @poutypanic FOR COMMISSIONING THE FULL VERSION OF THIS.
(Actually, I have to thank pouty because I
couldn’t actually write this on my own without some direction. OTL. I’m just
really indecisive sometimes.)
I have a really funny story about this that
motivated me to finish:
I was working on it at work
but then I had to get into a meeting with my bosses and some vendors
and they needed me to show my screen
guess what?
…yeah. OTL;; Anyway, please enjoy.
You’re not sure if Hanzo’s more into showing off
his hidden wealth or just very into indulging himself as you find yourself in
the private bathing area of the ryokan Hanzo had booked for you both.
You were both in Japan for a general
reconnaissance mission, tracking the interactions between the skeleton remains
of the Shimada clan and Talon envoys. The two of you would’ve been tailing them
much, much longer if Talon didn’t somehow get themselves arrested by the
Japanese government early. (It wouldn’t hold them for long, but any
inconvenience to their plans is a good thing.)
Actually, you were more surprised that neither
yourself or Hanzo was sitting in a jail cell with those arrested Talon agents
yet. It’s not as thought either of you were extremely discreet throughout your
hunt.
At each place you both stopped, your
partner-in-crime deadpan gave his name as Hanzo Shimada rather than the made-up
alias that Winston so painstaking created for you both (with fake passports,
IDs, and an entire backstory). He even went as far as ‘accidentally’ flashing
his tattoo at police when he passed them by—leaning forward and giving them a
glance of what’s beneath the unbuttoned collar of his dress shirt, fixing his
cuff so that the dark ink on his wrist is visible for just a moment.
It’s very clear that he enjoys giving the
Japanese government more grief than necessary.
(Though, you had to admit amidst the cackling
glee, the looks on everyone’s face was priceless, and the one on Hanzo’s face
was pure vicious.)
Now everyone knows the former master of the
Shimada clan is alive, well, and let loose in his stomping grounds. It should
concern you, but you had an absolutely gorgeous room and just a few minutes
away from sinking into some mineral rich hot water. If anyone wanted to kill
you both, they’ll have to wait.
Your hands rested on his hips, panting for a moment before kissing Hanzo again. You brushed some hair out of his face with a muffled giggle, that hand moving to rest on the ‘wings’ resting on the side of his head.
“Hanzo,” you breathed, feeling him tighten slightly underneath him.
You started to undo his shirt, hands on his pecs to move down when he grasped your hands. You looked at him to see his face completely panicked, almost as if months of work easing him to accept affection was erased in a second.
“Can we turn off the lights?” he asked, refusing to look you in the eye and you just sat.
“You okay, Hanzo?” you gently eased him to look at you with a hand.
“I’m fine,” he said, fists tightening and giving away that he was certainly not fine.
“Do you not want to look at me?” you asked, your body beginning to ache with insecurity.
“No!” he practically shouted, “No, it’s not that.”
You looked at his chest, peering down his shirt to see his stomach sticking out with a bit of pudge. He grasped the edge of his shirt, pulling it up with a faint blush. You subtly shirted your hand on your hip over to feel a bit of padding on what was his lean stomach.
“You’ve gained weight,” you said and he shifted uncomfortably.
“Sorry,” he said.
You just hummed reassuringly as you crawled down his body, easing his shirt down to show his chubby belly. Your hands gently massaged it, feeling him groan slightly before you pressed a loving kiss to it.
“There’s nothing wrong with a little belly,” you said, squeezing it.
“I felt like an old man,” he confessed, “Too old for you.”
“Well, I like your old man belly so that’s clearly wrong.”
He groaned and you kissed him, hands still resting on his pudge. You felt a small smile on his lips while you kissed him, knowing that you had brought him out of his insecurities
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