//Hello everyone! This is my first actual post on here, hope you all like it~
You’re sitting on a picnic blanket with Genji in the gardens of his estate, enjoying the spring weather. The sakura trees have just begun to blossom, covering the trees in pale pink flowers and filling the air with a faint floral aroma. You lean into Genji and close your eyes, resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, making you smile. You sigh happily. It had taken a long time for him to get this comfortable with you, but it was well worth the wait.
“Genji,” you murmur.
He looks down at you and speaks slowly, “What is it…” he pauses and his eyes dart away from yours as his face reddens. He swallows before continuing, “… Honey?” He chuckles at his embarrassment.
Your heart seems to swell in your chest and you grin at him. Genji is still getting used to using pet names—something he had never used seriously before dating you. You told him he didn’t need to use a pet name if he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he insisted that he wanted to.
You sit upright and face him. “Can you teach me how to meditate?”
His eyes gleam and he smiles sincerely. It was the first time anyone wanted to learn something he now loved to do.
He spends the next few minutes “warming you up” by walking you through light stretches to relax your muscles and showing you a comfortable position to meditate in.
Once the two of you are settled, sitting face-to-face, Genji begins talking you through the meditation process. He tells you to close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing and how the breaths flow in and out of your body.
Genji’s voice is so soothing that you immediately feel relaxed. He keeps guiding you through the meditation and the gaps between his spiels become longer and longer. Eventually he falls silent and you’re left listening to the world around you. Birds chatter. Insects drone in the distance. The sound of flowing water enters your ears and you feel at peace with the world.
A few minutes pass and a light breeze blows through the garden, making the sakura branches sway. You’re pulled out of your concentration by mild curiosity. You open your eyes to peek at Genji.
He’s looking at you lovingly. When you open your eyes, he grins. “Sorry. I couldn’t concentrate… I was so happy,” he said and laughed. “And… You look so pretty when you’re relaxed.”
You blush and snuggle up to him. “You’re so unfair. I thought you were meditating too!”
Genji chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead. Before he pulls away, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and nuzzle his nose. “We should meditate more often,” you say. He grins and kisses your lips.
“Of course… Honey.”
//Shout-out to @freedomaboveallelse for introducing me to OW and the fandom! I am now OW trash hahaha;;;
The change had been so sudden that Hanzo and his father could hardly believe that it was really Genji anymore. The youngest Shimada had always been known for being a philanderer, bouncing from partner to partner and spending the family fortune on drink and lovers. It had become a problem for their clan, whispers going around that they couldn’t even control one of their own; how would they hold power when their father passed and there was no one to corral the boy who was bringing shame to their family.
None of them had noticed the interest he had taken in one of the people in the town. Genji kept leaving early and coming home late but they didn’t know where he went when they found his friends asking where he had run off to. But there were no more people bragging about the night they had with Genji, about how much he had bought them and about how he couldn’t wait to drag them into bed. Because of the quiet, they didn’t ask Genji what he was doing, thinking they would ruin the new calm if it seemed like they were praising it,
They had no idea that he was so invested in you. Hell, they didn’t even know your name or what you looked like. Genji was head over heels in love with you, had been this way since the day he met you while you had been waiting on his table one night. For some time he went back there again and again, wanting you to be the one to take care of him while he was there and tipping heavily no matter what the service happened to be like that night. It was sweet, you had even purposely worked slowly on his table a couple of times to see how he’d react to you being imperfect. Even then, he was all smiles when you’d stop by and ask him if he wanted a refill on his drink.
Of course, it was a shock when he had suddenly spirited you away from the life you had known. It’d taken a little getting used to but now you didn’t mind being held up in his room. It was large, with a sitting room in the front and his own bathroom and just about any gaming system you could think of. By some means, Genji had managed to keep his relatives out of the room and only a few, selected servants were chosen to clean there and sworn to secrecy. The best part was that it seemed the Genji wanted nothing more than to put a smile on your face every time he walked through the door. It would be flowers or sweets or toys or clothes, anything you could ever want if you were living out on your own. Genji loved you and you didn’t see a reason not to love him back, no matter how odd the situation was at the moment.
“My Dove,” he called out sweetly as he walked into the sitting room, Genji could hear that you were in the main part of the bedroom from the sound of the TV bleeding through the door. In his hands was a wrapped box, some little gift he’d gotten because it had reminded him of you. Genji smiled as he entered the room, locking it behind him as he moved to sit down beside you, kissing the top of your head. You’d been laying out on the bed, wearing one of his t-shirts as you propped your head up on your hands to watch the drama on the television.
“How was your day?” you hummed out as you turned to rest on your side, leaning up to press your lips against his. The smile that bloomed across his face made you laugh a little, wondering how such simple things could make him light up like that.
Genji set the box down on his lap so one of his hands could go down and rub along your side, squeezing at your hip before he answered, “Much better now that I’m here with you,” he moved the box towards you, looking all too eager to see how you’d react.
“You’re too cute,” you chirped out, leaning over to kiss him again before you began unwrapping the gift.
gimme this please, I need me a man like this 👌👌👌👌
Mind if I interject? The tiny box contains an engagement ring, perhaps? May I pretend that’s what you intended?
Genji caught himself staring at your ass while you were crouched in front of him. I want that on my face, he thought.
Genji shook his head, surprised at himself. What a lack of discipline.
He continued to silently tail you through supervised training. You did well, hardly needing his help at all. Genji was impressed. Later, he ended up in the same position as before: hidden behind cover with you and very close to your juicy rear.
Within squeezing distance.
Genji tapped his fingers against the inside of his thigh, imagining sliding his erection between your cheeks.
Your shoes scraping against the ground as you turned to him woke Genji from his fantasy.
“I cleared them out. Let’s go.”
“Right!”
You both rose to your feet in unison, and then you led him out of cover and past the incapacitated training bots, riddled with pulsefire holes. The rest of the training for today went as well as it had before. Genji reported as much to Winston, with you present, because he had only good things to say.
The sweet desire between his legs called to him, splitting his attention between giving his report to Winston and the mental image of skimming his fingertips down your soft, naked stomach to toy with what lay below. In his mind, you were cumming on his fingers—because of his fingers—while Winston congratulated you on a job well done. But he wasn’t finished.
“Something has come up that we can’t ignore,” Winston said. Genji blushed beneath his visor at the suggestive phrase, his cock weakly pulsing inside his armour. “Are you up for a little scouting mission, Genji?”
“Of course, Commander.”
“Excellent!” Winston said. “Athena will brief you on the way to the Orca.”
Winston left.
You and Genji were heading part of the way in the same direction, so you walked down the hall in comfortable silence. You were blissfully ignorant of what was running through your companion’s mind.
“Hey, Genji,” you asked. He hummed a questioning noise, not lifting his head to look at you. “Good luck,” you said, clapping him on the back.
Genji jerked to a stop, choking on his breath. You thought you saw his thighs tremble, but wrote it off as a trick of the mind. You put a hand to his bicep.
“You okay?” you asked.
He fought hard not to step away from your touch in extreme embarrassment. He huffed once.
“Yeah,” he said. His answer was forced and overly stiff. “I should get going.”
Genji dashed from your sight so fast that your hair flickered in the wind.
You excitedly opened the door, making Genji look up with surprise. You waved him over and he walked towards you, confusion radiating from him entirely and he tried to peer into your hands.
“It’s cake time,” you said with an excited face, throwing a box onto the table and watching it skid forward.
You pushed him down into the chair, you going to get some forks. He watched your shuffle through the cutlery to find the forks you wanted.
“Shouldn’t I do this?” he asked, tugging at his fingers as he felt a bit guilty at not pampering you on your birthday.
He had plans to but he didn’t plan around you, unfortunately.
You throw the top off, throwing the forks into the spongy cake. You present it with your hand, clearly expecting something.
“Dig in,” you said.
“Don’t we need to cut?” he asked, awkwardly picking up a fork covered in frosting.
“Nah,” you said, stabbing a fork in and grabbing a huge amount, “It’s a waste of time.”
“If you say so,” Genji said before pulling his mask off to eat, beginning to prepare for the inevitable stomach aches that would come.
Partially dedicated to @imagine-this-overwatch, because our birthdays are so close! 🙂 I wanted to do more, but I ran out of time. My mother was waiting on me downstairs to ‘get up’. lol
Hanzo
Hanzo got up early to start the day meditating, then went to practice befor breakfast. Every morning. Without fail. Hanzo Shimada, Master Assassin, must never get rusty. Ever. He was a tad obsessed, you thought. But getting him to ease up wasn’t a fight you were going to win.
Plus he always brought you coffee just the way you liked it after he finished breakfast.
You woke up a little early this morning. Expecting to be alone, you stretched out your legs to take up the entire bed. Your toe bumped a warm object. You looked over to confirm what you couldn’t believe.
Hanzo was still in bed with you. On his back, breathly loudly in that way that told you he was asleep. Your half-asleep brain assumed something was terribly wrong. You sat up and grabbed his arm.
“Hanzo!” You shook him in a panic.
He sprung up from the waist, a hand instinctively going for his bow at his side. Which of course wasn’t there. The bedsheet slid down his bare chest to rumple in his lap.
“What is wrong?” he asked, voice gruff with sleep, “Where is my bow?”
You ignored his questions to demand your own answers.
“Why are you still in bed? Are you sick?!”
Hanzo’s dark eyes stared at you beneath lids heavy from sleep. Then he remembered where he was and what day it was.
“Oh! No,” he said with finality. The man lay back down and then turned onto to his side facing away. He pulled the bedsheet back up to his shoulder, sadly hiding his ample muscles. “Let me sleep in. I will make your coffee at the proper time.”
That did not quash your alarm.
“Sleep in?! You never sleep in,” you insisted.
“It is your birthday. I am spending the entire day with you. Even if it means being lazy in bed.”
Surprise and delight lit up your face.
“Really?!”
“Yes.”
You took this as a good opportunity to seek cuddles. You lay down and wiggled over to be flush with Hanzo’s back. He took your hand and pulled it around to his front so that you were holding him. You settled in against him with a smile.
Reaper
You woke to a rose resting on your stomach on top of the blankets. You sat up and checked the little rectangular, white tag attached to the dark green stem.
Happy Birthday -The Reaper
You rolled your eyes. You were going to give him shit for adding ‘the’ to his code name. And of course he chose a blood-red rose, the goth motherfucker.
As much as you thought Reaper was over-the-top, you secretly also loved his style. You gently placed the rose on your bedside table, planning to steal something from the base’s cafeteria to put the flower in.
After getting ready for the day, you left your quarters. As soon as you stepped out, you heard a familiar, deep, “Hey,” from your right. You turned, ready to hassle Reaper for his dramatic nonsense.
Black and red blocked your vision as Reaper’s arms hugged you to his body. You smelled old leather. And wet stone, like a graveyard with gravestones that had recently seen rain. You turned your head to rest the side of it against his chest armour.
Since you’d joined Talon, you have had no opportunity for physical affection from anyone for months. Reaper’s hug forced you to remember that. You nearly cried from relief; even though this was Reaper holding you, you felt loved and things seemed so much better.
Then he faded into black smoke, and the smoke blew past you down the hallway. You were left forlornly wondering if the future held more hugs.
Junkrat
You were treating today like any other day. You had stuff to do. The world wasn’t going to pause just because it was your birthday.
“Happy birthday!” sang a chipper voice.
An arm thrust a cupcake in front of your face. Jamieson’s face soon joined the cupcake. He was smiling expectantly. You had a small smile yourself.
“D’ya like it?”
You took the cupcake from his hand and held it from the bottom to inspect it. It had messy, chocolate-flavoured icing, which was expected. You were surprised that there wasn’t a thin layer of soot on the icing. On the top was a largish chocolate ball. Stuck to the top of the ball was a lit candle. It resembled a tiny bomb with a lit fuse sticking out of the top.
“A bomb? You’re corny,” you accused playfully.
“You do like it!” he said, grinning.
You shoved him. Then whiped the dirt off your hand on your thigh. You blew out the candle for him. Jamieson exclaimed in joy and danced in place for a few seconds. Then, to your horror, he gave you a hug, adding more dirt to your clothes. He limped off, his job of making your day a bit better finished.
McCree
“Happy birthday, Kid,” McCree drawled, and he slapped his hat down on your head. It covered your eyes. You pushed it up to find he was already walking away.
“Return it later,” he called, one thumb hooked in a belt loop.
Genji
“I know you trust me. So keep your eyes closed,” Genji reminded you.
Curiousity was killing you already, but you kept your eyelids squeezed together. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. He crouched down and hooked his hands under your knees and lifted. Then he started walking.
You were fighting yourself not to look when he sped up to a leisurely jog, but you promised Genji you wouldn’t.
He stopped after a little a while and had you wrap your legs around his waist. You were confused, until your stomach dropped down, indicating that Genji was climbing up. You clung to him, and he reminded you that you couldn’t hold him too tightly. You pressed your face to the back of his neck, preferring to feel the cold metal against your cheek instead of the wind that started tug at your clothes and hair. Ten minutes went by.
Genji stopped. You had arrived.
Your hair stood on end, your mind scrambling to figure out where exactly you were that was so high up. The cyborg slowly, carefully lowered you to the ground. You planted feet with shakey. You kept your palms to his body, needing to know he was there. He walked around to behind you, and you grabbed his hand to squeeze.
“Open your eyes,” Genji said warmly. He was confidence you’d drop your fear when you saw what he brought you to see.
You only saw sky around you. You looked down to see the watchpoint below. You were on top of the cliff above it. You dropped to the rocky ground in a panic, whispering an expletive in surprise. Genji dropped, too, gathering you in his arms and kneeling on either side of your body.
“You are safe. I will not let you fall.”
With his arms anchoring you to the ground, you felt safe enough to notice that the sun was setting. It was glorious, the almost unnatural amount of softly glowing orange, pink, and purple blending together.
Genji removed his face plates to join you in gazing at the ocean and the sky. You glanced at him to see that the sunset cast an orange-red glow on his bare skin, then you looked back at the scene before you. The sun was a weak orange, melting into the horizon.
Genji returned his arms to their original position, around your arms and chest, protectively.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s beautiful! But I’m still a little scared,” you admitted, trying to laugh it off.
Genji dared to hug you even closer to the front of his body. You gave no sign that he was holding too tight and continued to take in the view. Sunsets don’t last very long, after all.
“I see this every morning and evening. Would you like to join me?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
perfect picture of a gentleman. pulls your chair out for you at dinner, he’s attentive, it makes you feel like you’re the only one in the entire restaurant.
he does his best to make you laugh, loving when he’s successful in his task and gets to hear the sound coming from your lips.
he makes you feel so special and important and you can already feel yourself falling for this man because he’s so genuine and kind and he just has a vibe that you can get with.
after dinner, he suggests talking a walk. you agree because he’s given off no serial killer vibes. you guys go for a walk in a nearby park, enjoying each others company and the comfortable silence that falls between you two.
he pauses near a little gazebo area, turning to face you. “this may be…forward of me but may i…may i kiss you?” he asks, watching your face to gauge your reaction. your cheeks flush and warm up and you nod your head. you hear a hiss and a few more sounds before you realize he’s removing his visor and you’re face to face with a beautiful man. his face is scarred but that doesn’t change how you feel already. you move closer and he leans down, pressing his lips to yours.
AND NOW FOR HOW HE’D INITIATE SEXY TIMES. (i’m thinking this is after a few dates bc genji from the past may have been a playboy but i feel like genji now wouldn’t want to mess up a good thing.)
okay so, i think you would be having a at home date night at your place. you’d made a beautiful dinner for the two of you to share, there’s candles everywhere (led ones because safety first, everyone) and there’s soft music playing in the background.
after dinner, you two would be in the living room, coffee table moved out of the way while the two of you slow danced to the music playing.
after a few moments of dancing together, genji leans down and kisses you softly but after your arms tighten around his neck, his own snake around your waist and hold you close.
of course, still being a gentleman, he’d ask you if you’re okay with this. and you’d agree.
the makeout session gets more heated and soon, you’re straddling his lap while he sits on the couch, his hands still on your waist as you both kiss. as it gets more heated, he’d make sure to check in and make sure you wanted this.
and then ofc, because he wants your first time together to be special, he’d be asking you to lead him to your bedroom.
I failed to think of a good idea for McCree, and this took forever for me to do. So here is Blackwatch Genji and Gabriel Reyes.
Gabriel Reyes Gabriel called you during some downtime on a mission. You answered on your laptop. Once he assured you nothing had gone wrong, you were excited to hear from him and see his face. That was how he convinced you to shed some clothes for fun times.
You had slid down in the chair with your legs relaxed open. Bottomless, with your buttonup shirt open to show enough of your chest to give your appearance a casual feel. Like your pants and underwear happened to slide off on their own a minute before. Which they might have.
You lightly ran your hands on your inner thighs, between your legs, and up your stomach. Working yourself up to the main event, nice and slow. Putting on a show for your man. The commander was on a tough mission, and you were helping the worry lines smooth from his face.
Gabriel gazed at you with heavily lidded eyes. Two of his fingers slid down his length, which you now realized was visible through the front of his dark denim jeans. You couldn’t wait for him to unzip them and show you what was behind. A delicious-looking dick you wish you were kneeling in front of.
Instead, you played with the wetness that had collected at your slit. To the point where it made slick sounds that reached the commander. He glanced down at his crouch and pinched the end of his cock through the thick fabric.
Gabriel sighed, and let his head fall back. He glanced to the right.
“Not now, McCree,” he growled.
You didn’t hear his subordinate, Jesse’s, voice before, but you did this time. He spoke hushed and apologetically. The commander sighed in frustration and rolled his head.
Gabriel had to cut things short when someone ambushed their position. You were disappointed, but you understood completely. Every second counts in his line of work. You said a quick, “Be safe!” to the screen before the video feed cut out.
You had more than enough fodder to finish yourself off. You leaned back, closed your eyes, and went at it.
Later, while you had your sexual needs satisfied, you still missed Reyes. There was no one to give you aftersex cuddles. Then your phone vibrated in your pocket and said, “Hey.” A little something Gabriel had recorded for you, so you could hear his voice without him needing to be there.
You swiped your finger across the screen to unlock your phone find he had sent you a video. This was rare! You excitedly played it immediately.
The screen showed dark skin, darker hair, and movement. The fire was newly lit down below when you heard a soft grunt and realized Gabriel sent you a video of him jerking off.
His hand sped up and squeezed the head, concentrating on the top. His fingers closed around the round, dark pink head. A few strong, jerky movements. His hand froze, and then Gabriel sighed gruffly. Shiny, white cum spurted weakly up and down onto his fingers.
He sighed again, quietly. The commander splayed his fingers for the camera, showing off the thick liquid.
“Have fun,” he chuckled. Then the video ended.
You grinned. This may not be better than masturbating together, but you could watch this video anytime you wanted.
Genji Genji lived on-base. You didn’t. So you video called him from home often after work. You lay on your bed, chatting with him. Asking him how he felt. He didn’t talk about everything, but you sensed he still appreciated it.
Genji’s eyes closed, and you didn’t miss the soft hitch in his breath. The way his lips parted half an inch. The slight furrow in his brow that folded the scar across it.
You squinted at him.
“What was that?”
Genji opened his eyes slowly, and they focused on you through the screen. You twisted around to sit up with a grin.
“Are you masturbating?”
He exhaled, caught.
“Maybe,” Genji murmured.
He rolled over to hold his phone in front of his face. His other hand was discernibly missing from view. You thought quickly and mirrored his position. Your hand crept down to your own nethers. You applied pressure with your fingers through your pants.
You raised your eyebrows.
“So…?”
Genji looked down, and the twin red lights disappeared. Then he looked back up at you.
“The meds they gave me keeps me horny all day,” he said sheepishly.
“Sounds like a good med.”
And there it was. A small smile curved his lips. His arm was making jerky movements from the elbow. His mouth hung open, and he stared through you, getting lost to the pleasure he was giving himself.
“Genji?”
His mouth closed, but he still stared through you. With his slim-shaped eyes narrowed into slits.
“Mhmm?”
“Why aren’t you paying attention?” you laughed.
He hummed thoughtfully.
“You sound…sexy,” Genji murmured. He blinked and looked you in the eyes. His arm made longer, more pronounced movements.
“Wow, Baby,” you said, smiling, “Are you getting off to my voice?”
He nodded slowly, the light glinting off his helm, and moaned softly.
“Want me to keep talking?”
“Please,” the cyborg asked.
“You’re so cute, Baby,” you told him, enjoying this immensely.
“Go on.”
“When you’re here, I love that your cybernetics give you the extra strength to carry me around any time I like. It’s sweet and sexy.”
“Mmmm.”
“I feel safe in your arms.”
“Uhuh,” he forced out. Genji’s mouth hung open, and his head pushed back into the pillow.
“I wonder if this is going to last for a while…” you mused.
“Perhaps,” he replied. His slick tongue pushed against his lower lip, “I have to take this one for a, uh, a month to see how-how, mmmf-”
Genji bit down on his tongue and groaned through his teeth. A few drops of dimly-lit semen shot onto his chest plate just below his pecs.
“Enjoyed that, did you?” you teased.
“So did you, I bet,” he gently accused.
“I suppose,” you admitted.
The conversation settled into a comfortable silence. Genji wiggled on the bed, getting comfortable. He made no effort to hide that he started up on his dick again.
he expected the anger. he definitely expected his friend to be upset. they’d mourned him. they’d lost someone important to them and now they’re finding out that he was alive the entire time.
it hurts, really. to listen to them shout at him and cry but he knows they have a lot of feelings that’ve been locked away because of him. they’re yelling, crying, throwing names at him and throwing weak punches against the cyborgs chest before he just wraps them up in his arms and holds them close.
“i’m sorry,” he says softly. “it was for the best. i had to pretend i was dead. it kept you safe, did it not? that’s all i wanted. i wanted you to be safe. to move on from…from all of that. if it meant letting everyone think i was dead…then so be it.”
if you could’ve, they would have slapped him right then and there. did he not realize the pain he caused? the months of heartache and crying? did he not care?
“i mourned you. i cried over you for months. you were my best friend. i–you were more than that to me. and i never got to tell you that because you died.”
“you…you thought of me as more than a friend?”
“…what?”
“you just said that i was more than a best friend to you. you…you liked me?”
“well..yeah. i did. i loved you. i–i still love you. and when i heard that you were dead i just… my heart broke. after i found out…i never put myself out there. i couldn’t.”
you’d hear a noise and look up to see the bottom half of his mask coming undone and suddenly there’s a soft kiss being pressed to your lips.
i didn’t know where to go with this so i ended it with a leel kiss from the cyborg boy. i hope you liked this! if you want to see more lemme know!
It was your birthday. You’ve been looking forward to this day for so long, excited to have all your friends in Overwatch gathered to enjoy your company and celebrate your birth. You handed out cards weeks ago and you were sure to remind everyone on occasion. You even got a few rsvps!
However, as time went on, you received cancellation after cancellation. The list of attendees quickly shrank until absolutely no one could make it on your birthday.
So, here you were, sitting alone in the rec room with balloons floating about, a bright happy birthday sigh strung along the wall, and snacks and a cake that went completely untouched. Some people had cancelled last minute, after you’ve already decorated, leaving you to wallow in your sad party of one.
You decided to wait for a short while. Maybe there’d be a miracle and someone would show up. Hell, maybe one of the Overwatch members you don’t even know may walk by and decide to step in and mooch on some snacks. You didn’t even care anymore, so long as someone could stop by to wish you a happy birthday.
A few minutes pass by and suddenly minutes turn into an hour. Your eyes move constantly between the clock and the door, but you are disappointed to see no sight of anyone. You figure you’ve waited long enough as it is.
You stand from your seat and put out the heavily melted candles that were burning on your cake. You slowly and sadly begin to deflate the balloons and clean up your decorations, when suddenly you hear the door slam open.
In the doorway stood Hanzo. He wore his casual clothes, but they looked awfully messy as did his hair, as if he had likely just threw his look together at the last minute. He was clearly out of breath and in one hand he tightly gripped a small present.
“I made it!” he exclaimed. “I’m here— I know I said I had a mission, and I did, but it was much shorter than i anticipated so as soon as I got off the ship I changed my clothes and I came running. I hope I’m not too late–”
In the midst of his telling, Hanzo glanced up to see the empty, silent, dimly lit room.
“Oh,” he muttered. “Is the party already over? I’m so sorry.”
The archer lets out a grunt as you suddenly run over and bring him in for a tight hug. You were near tears seeing someone had actually come and Hanzo still thought you were upset he was so late.
“No, no. It’s fine,” you tell him. “You’re not late. You’re the first one to come actually.”
You see Hanzo’s eyes grow wide.
“What? That can’t be. You said the party was supposed to start at—”
You just nod your head in response.
“…But that means… Oh, I am so sorry… I’m sure everyone had their reasons but that’s just— Well, here!” he says before shoving his gift into your hands.
“A party of two is better than a party of one, yes? Let us celebrate all we can before the clock strikes midnight. I refuse to let you spend the rest of your birthday so down.”
He gently takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, where he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “This is certainly a day worth celebrating,” he says softly. “I am very thankful for your birth, and I intend to make that very clear for the rest of the night.”
You feel your cheeks heat up in response to Hanzo’s kind gestures. Sure’ Hanzo has been a little flirty with you before, but never quite like this. It had you swooning!
Needless to say, the two of you managed to have a somewhat decent party conidering it was just the two of you. Much cake was consumed and you were far happier than you were before, so you’d call it a successful birthday.
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