I agree. Especially since this is young!Genji. The asshole is probably already drunk anyway. Imagine if Sojiro’s like surprise! it’s a double wedding and here comes your fiance. That cocky little shit eating grin disappears off Genji’s face in a flash as some girl he’s never seen or even met in his life walks into the courtyard. Sojiro tells him to get up there or he’ll make him get up there. Genji would like nothing more than to actually commandeer a family jet and leave the fucking country.
Tag: genji
@demialwrites look what u fuckin made me do
HCs for the ugly Genji skin? You know the one. He looks like he’s running around a jungle on the side of a volcano. Maybe the local villages sacrifice virgins to him, and he returns them because they’re not experienced enough.
How dARE YOU. I LOVE THAT SKIN. but yes okay. that sounds neat.
- Pacific!Genji is a demigod born from a volcano in Japan. The volcano has grown dormant over the years so his power has diminished significantly. He can sometimes be spotted around the top of the volcano trying to reignite it.
- An earthquake occurred recently and although the volcano hasn’t necessarily gone active again, the low rumbling of the mountain was enough to frighten the local people. Since there have been sightings of Genji, they decide a sacrifice must be done to keep the volcano dormant.
- Genji is really chill about the whole thing and is down with taking sacrifices. Not to kill though, this boi likes a good lay. Buuut…. he keeps getting virgins and he doesn’t have the patience to take it slow with them. He always returns them and asks for someone better.
- The returned sacrifices are always really confused and are surprised with how chill Genji actually is. People start appreciating him more than fearing him.
- Aaand they show their appreciation by offering more virgins. Genji does not like. He spefically tells the people no virgins—- so they start offering food and treasure instead. God dammit.
>:3c
Talkin’ Hybrid AU
I’ve had this scenario in my head where you’ve adopted Genji and Hanzo and they’ve started to reconcile.
Genji starts getting more affectionate with his brother– like when they were kittens– so Genji would nuzzle his head against Hanzo and he’d purr and let out little mews. Hanzo pts up a bit of a fight and reminds him they are not children any more.
However, one time you happened to walk into the room and caught Hanzo grooming the top of Genji’s head, giving his hair and ears tender licks while the two of them purred in sync. You dared not disturb them since you were sure Hanzo would lash out.
That reminds me. ^^ I wasn’t able to work it into my fic, but since Akitas sometimes groom other dogs they live with, I imagined Hanzo brushing out Shiba Genji’s tail on the regular, whether Genji liked it or not. Hanzo doesn’t like tangles in their fur.
Did you ever tell us how hybrid!Genji became a cyborg? If so I can’t seem to find it-
I did not! But now I shall.
Of course, everyone is welcome to imagine their own answer to this.
But, in my personal take on the AU, the omnic war was never a thing and Overwatch was never a thing and whatever.
SO HYBRID!GENJI.
He and Hanzo lived on the streets starting at a young age. Their parents belonged to a wealthy family but the family did not want kittens. Rather than put them up for adoption, they just left the little baby hybrids on the side of the road. Not a rare occurrence in this AU.
They grow up pretty hardened and turn to theft to survive, btu Genji always dreams of being adopted. Hanzo, on the other hand, has lost faith in humans and wants nothing to do with that. Sometimes people would approach them offering adoption, but Genji didn’t want to be separated from Hanzo and Hanzo didn’t want to be adopted. This caused a lot of tension between them and eventually they got into a pretty fierce verbal argument.
Some pretty bad things were said and Genji ended up running away. Hanzo just figured this was a tantrum and he’d be back soon. Moments later, there’s a loud tire screech and a crash and whoops Genji got totally slammed by a car in the dead of night. Like… real bad. Maybe pinned against a wall or something??? idk I didn’t think too hard on that, but bad enough to require cybernetics ya know???
Hanzo catches wind of this and follows closely as Genji is whisked away for emergency care. And, lucky enough, the doctors were working on cybernetic technology for hybrids and figured Genji would make a good test subject. Since he’s a stray, they didn’t need to work through the middle man of an owner and if anything went south… well, no one would miss him. Genji just wanted to live to hell yeah sign him the fuck up.
Hanzo blamed himself for this accident since he drove Genji away, so Hanzo just kind of peaced out and left Genji to fend for himself for awhile.
They run back into each other on the streets a few months later while Genji is out on a test walk in his new gear. It… wasn’t pleasant.
I’m really digging what you’re laying down. Blackwatch Genji is extra quiet because the cybernetics make his hearing 100% more sensitive. So now pretty much any sounds hurt his ears especially, you know, gunshots. He’s always cranky, too.
This. this is good. and maybe he doesn’t talk much because he hates the sound of his voice, too.
…damn, Genji. sorry.
I also like the idea of him being able to tune things out later. I once wrote something about that.
Ohhhh, nooo. Please! Genji not liking the sound of his voice makes so much sense and makes me super sad.
If your still doing the smut promps, I’d love to see you write a little bit of embarrassed Hanzo. If you already got this request, I apologize.
You’re alright 🙂 Haven’t gotten many embarrassed prompts.
It is rare that Hanzo meditates in the same room and the same time as Genji, so rare that the younger brother gapes at the sight of his brother’s broad form sitting upon the tatami mat. The cyborg doesn’t say a word but creeps closer, kneeling down gingerly on a cushion next to Hanzo as though approaching a prey animal.
Luckily for him, Hanzo merely cracks open an eye and closes it again, sighing a deep sigh and rolling his shoulders. “Genji.”
“Aniki,” Genji nods in return and is about to turn his attention to the arresting scenery when he spots the deep marks that were gouged into his brother’s back and neck. “Uhhh, aniki?”
“Hm?” Hanzo doesn’t even bother to turn his head to acknowledge his brother.
“Are those…are those scratches on your back?” the cyborg points out, though he doesn’t mention the dark bite marks on the archer’s neck, nor does he mention the hickies that are visible around the nape of his neck.
Immediately, Hanzo stiffens and his eyes pop open. Heat rises in his cheeks and Genji thinks his brother might light on fire if he were to blush more. His hands twitch and he forcibly, in an attempt at nonchalance, tugs up the collar of his shirt so it sits high on his neck. It still doesn’t hide the dark marks or the reddened skin, though Hanzo’s blush does start to hide them quite well as the flush travels down his neck.
The silence between them turns awkward as Hanzo is torn between attempting indifference or running away as fast as his legs can take him. Luckily, his decision is made for him.
“So…” Genji starts, and Hanzo’s head swivels over in horror, “Who screamed more? You, or her?”
It turns out that it’s Genji who screams the most, in laughter anyway, particularly when his brother throws him out the window in mortified embarrassment.
Do you know how much I love horror and angst prompts it was so difficult picking. Grief for Genji. Or… Invocation for 10069.
hello here’s a v minimalist serving of grief for the green child
Nights are rough for
Genji, rougher than his days which is already saying a lot; but at least during
the day he has things to distract him. During the day he can second guess any
and all social interactions, he can try and make these new limbs his, he can
try and avoid catching his reflection on random surfaces. He keeps busy.At night he has the
privacy of this bunk and a bed too soft for his liking, every edge and every
blanket rubbing at his too sensitive skin, what’s left of his skin; he’d rather
have the floor, but he can’t cope with the cold.If he lays on the
floor –and he’s tried– all he can see when he closes his eyes is Hanzo and his
long, purposeful steps away from him, leaving
him; his older brother finally sick of him and doing something about it. Genji
doesn’t quite remember if that night in Hanamura had been particularly cold or
if it was just the blood loss but he remembers feeling half frozen where he lay
crumpled on the tatami.It feels like the only
time he’s ever been truly cold in his life, curled on his side, shaking and too
weak to even call out for his brother even if he’s screaming Hanzo’s name in
his mind until his throat is ripped to shreds.It feels like he’s
never left that place.A part of him is still
there, a part of him still tries to call out for Hanzo because said foolish,
miserable part of him registers his brother as the only thing between himself
and the elders. For a half dead, comatose fraction of him, Hanzo’s still his shield,
Hanzo will make everything alright and hold his hand is he’s too afraid to be
on his own in the dark.Genji turns over in
this unfamiliar room, his scars itch like his entire body’s one big bug bite
and he wants to scratch until he draws blood. He tucks his hands under a pillow
to avoid it, tangles them in sheets since he’s not really sure what he can
touch of himself without dislodging metal, he’s not even clear on how much of
himself he keeps.He makes another
attempt at sleep, facing the neon spill of emergency lights over the compound
on the other side of the glass, so much different from Hanamura’s always bright
signs. He lets the hum of his brand new cooling system lull him into a light
slumber, a barely there dream of Shimada castle; its hallways and gardens and
corridors empty. A dream where he’s a kid again, alone in what was supposed to
be his home; it remains peaceful there, if lonely, to pad across bare rooms.He can hear Hanzo’s
voice there and he follows; he climbs over railings and looks under stairs, he searches
every building time and again, because his brother is looking for him too. But
he never does find Hanzo and he’s never found himself no matter how he begs to
be.At dawn he unties the
sheets from his hands, shocked awake by the sudden light behind his eyelids and
he fills his time with easier things. He trains, he fights, he sits at the
doctor’s office.He keeps busy until
the next night and he starts again.
if you send me a character(s) i’ll break them slowly for our amusement
Tiddy
Genji chattered happily with Lena, wanting to know what she had gotten into over the years he had left Overwatch. She was describing her girlfriend, a faint blush on her face.
Then she froze, peering past him and Genji turned around to see his brother coming it. That in itself wasn’t unusual but there was certainly something about him that made the room freeze.
Teeth marks and lipstick smeared all over his pecs, showing blatantly with the shirt Hanzo wore. Someone wolf whistled and Hanzo radiated rage, at least more than someone who just got laid would.
Then you walked in and everything made sense, Hanzo looking at you with a soft smile.
His brother was enamoured, Genji thought as you teased him and made the archer look away awkwardly. Genji tapped a small rhythm on his thighs before standing up, wanting to say something now with you as a witness to any rage that Hanzo may have towards him.
“I thought you didn’t have time for such frivolous pursuits,” Genji teased and Hanzo glared at him.
“Hush,” he growled.
“Or what, you’ll murder me again?” he called over his shoulder before walking away, “I am happy for you brother.”
Hanzo just grumbled to himself before you pulled his attention to you again, smiling up at him with a hand resting on his bruised chest.
Not Allergic, Just Intolerant
Characters: Genji Shimada and Jesse McCree (With brief cameos by Angela Zeigler and Jack Morrison)
Summary: Genji takes on the milk challenge at McCree’s behest, only to realize that his cybernetic stomach neither wants to purge nor digest the spoils of his victory.
Inspired by this conversation hereContent warning: graphic depictions of vomit and use of ipecac are ahead.
“I bet you can’t drink an
entire gallon of milk, Genji.” He said.
“Twenty bucks says you can’t do it!” He said.Genji
lay his head on his hands in the common room, moaning a little sickly. From the
corner, Jack Morrison heard the audible gurgle from Genji’s stomach, and
judging by the pale look on the younger Shimada’s features, the Strike-Commander
gathered his things and left before the fireworks could go off.Paying
him no mind, Genji just closed his eyes, and tried to burp for what seemed like
the thousandth time in two days. Nothing came though. He had strained enough
this muscles in his throat were beginning to hurt.Not
nearly as much as his poor, bloated stomach did.“Genj,
you hidin’ in here?” McCree asked, popping his head in.Genji
gave a soft grunt of a reply, not bothering to move.“Your
tummy still bothering ya?” McCree came to sit across from him, scrunching his
nose some. “That you smellin’ like rotted milk?”“It’s
coming through my pores. What pores I have.” Genji spoke finally. As if the
milk could hear him, a long-lived gurgling whine sounded from his stomach,
ringing loud in the otherwise silent room.“You
ain’t pissed that out yet?” McCree lit his cigar, watching the young Shimada.“Does
it sound like it has left me?” Genji bit back a little irritably. Another
painful gurgle spiked a sharpness through his gut, and bending over to hold his
bloated belly did nothing but let McCree hear an audible slosh.“Have
ya tried…throwin’ up?” McCree asked, only to get a glare from Genji. “Well,
hell, I dunno, seems like a better fate than smellin’ like somethin’ forgot in
the fridge.”“If
I could have thrown up, I would have by now. I am not using my fingers, wrong
Shimada.”McCree
felt red rush to his cheeks. It’s been a
hot minute since I indulged, Han…maybe I should…“Perhaps
I should go speak to Angela.” Genji said, knowing exactly where McCree’s mind
had gone given the silence. Another sickening slosh sounded, and he groaned
miserably.“I
could just shake you til you pop,” McCree offered.“Don’t
even think about it, cowboy.”~*~
Twenty
minutes later, Angela Zeigler had Genji lay back on the table, his body scarred
and bare to her…and McCree…who had
insisted on coming for ‘moral support’ It was interesting to see what Genji looked
like outside of the body suit that helped keep everything regulated. Part of
him had thought the tubes connected to flesh and went into his body. Like the
bright green liquid was Genji’s blood or something, like them Vulcans from Star
Trek. Now he was wondering if that was just a tight huggy suit like them
shapers he’d seen some of the girls squeezing into once, but with air
conditioning for all Genji’s cybernetic parts.Genji
wasn’t paying any attention to McCree who just seemed to be spaced out staring
at him deep in thought. Not while Angela was insisting on pressing on his stomach,
which did finally force a loud, wet sounding belch from his lips finally. The
scent of is permeated the air, making them all groan in disgust.“Honestly,
Genji, whatever would possess you to drink so much milk. No body, not yours or
anyone else’s, is meant for such a large amount at once.” Angela sighed, taking
out her stethoscope to listen closer. Gurgle, gurgle, whine, rumble. The
tumultuous sounds of the fetid milk roiling unproductively in his stomach were
all she heard, though no real sign of digestion. It was as if everything in
there just ceased to move it along.“McCree
dared me to.” Genji deflected the blame for it.“If
he dared you to jump off a bridge, would you?” Angela frowned at him.Genji
shrugged. “I’d probably survive.”“Well,
now you get to vomit. So I hope whatever you got out of your dare was worth it,”
she sighed, putting the stethoscope back where she had it, draped around her
neck. She headed out of the room, disappearing into a supply closet on the
other side of the doorGenji
sat up slowly, trying to ease that slosh of his tummy, curious as to what she
was out there digging for. It wouldn’t take long before she returned with a
dark brown bottle with a pink label on it. Ipecac
Syrup USP, it read. The moment she opened the bottle, a sickeningly sweet
scent permeated from it, like vanilla and chai…but concentrated and dropped
directly on your scent receptors. It was almost dizzying to Genji as he watched
her pour out a dose. Pause. And then pour out a second one, before putting the
lid back on.“McCree,
if you’re going to be here, you can go into my office and grab a bottle of
water and the trash can.”“Huh?
Oh! Right…” No questions, just turning and doing just as she asked“Alright,
Genji, when he returns with this. I need you to take this, and then drink as
much of that water as you can. If you aren’t vomiting in 20 minutes, then take
that second dose.” She directed, indicating the second cupful she’d set out.McCree
returned with the bottle water and the trash can, and they were able to begin.At
first, it was just a terrible taste. Probably the worst thing Genji could ever
remember having the displeasure to taste. It tasted…rotten, yet sweet. Bitter
in a way that he could swear he tasted it in his very soul. It wasn’t hard to
convince him to drink the water, even on his swollen belly, just trying to
chase the taste of it from his tongue and throat.But
it didn’t help. It didn’t even put a dent into it. He grimaced, frowning. “This
is the last time I let you bribe me into binging on anything.”“If
$20 is your goin’ price, I think ya have more issues than bein’ willing to do
dumb things for me,” McCree replied, leaning against the wall across from him.Genji
shrugged, starting to reply before he swallowed a little thickly, squinting
some. It was an odd feeling, like the insides of his mouth were sweating the
amount it had begun to water suddenly. But swallowing made him feel as if it
were tugging all the way through to his nose? It was an all over experience as
a general alarming sense of malaise hit him.And
no other warning before water and chunks of rotten milk suddenly sprayed with surprising
force, entirely overshooting the trash can in his lap. He didn’t even have time
to process what was happening before his entire body felt as if it were contracting
to force the next pale spray of projectile vomit out, through nose and lips
both.The
veins in his neck protruded, giving him two breaths before he belched and
retched loudly, more puke violently leaving him, and despite the scent of
ipecac that permeated through both the vomit-smell and scent of curdled milk,
McCree came over to help hold him and his trash can, seeing him waver.The
vomiting was never ending. Wave after painful wave, splashed forth from the pit
of his stomach that ached with both the force and from having been so bloated
for so long. Tears and snot flowed freely without any control to Genji who was
stuck on this violent purge until it decided to release him.It
was nearly fifteen minutes before he had a break in it, leaving his scarred
body weak and shaking against McCree. Angela came back to check on them and
change out the trash, seeing that the medicine had indeed done it’s job.“Don’t
relax too much, Jesse. He’ll be ready for round two here soon,” she smiled
knowingly, turning to leave.“Round…two?”
The
cowboy wouldn’t have to wonder long, as Genji began dry heaving, and the
process would start again, bringing up acid when there was nothing more left,
and leaving McCree to sit with him through it.~fin~
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