Dragon’s Nest Ch 2

“Hanzo, wait,” Genji said, putting a hand out towards him, “We did not call you here to make this awkward for you.”

You deflated in relief, and you put your hand to your chest. “Oh, thank god.”

Then you got nervous for a different reason. With both your favourite men here, there was a greater chance of embarrassing yourself.

“Why am I here?”

“No one’s making you stay-” Hanzo started to grumble.

“Hanzo!”

Genji’s small shout and your glare shut him up.

“Perhaps you would feel better if you were in charge of telling her…?” Genji asked him.

Hanzo glanced at his brother and bit back a remark about Genji taking too long to spit out the words, anyway. Then his eyes shifted to you.

“Genji and I discussed us…sharing you,” he said.

“You would…you would be willing to do that?” you asked.

“I am not entirely convinced,” Hanzo stated.

“Why?” you asked.

“I am not worthy,” he said, crossing his arms and looking elsewhere. He spoke as if it was an established fact that everyone knew, but you nearly went cross-eyed with confused frustration.

You sighed at Hanzo. “Can you believe this nonsense?” you asked Genji.

He put a hand to his hip and the other in front of his ‘face’. “I can, actually.”

You mirrored Hanzo’s body language.

“Hanzo? We’re always together,” you said. “Remember all the times you encouraged me?”

You planted your feet in the proper stance for using firearms. Held the gun using both arms for knockback. Then fired the handgun at the paper target across the room.

You missed the target, again, a hole in the far side of the white paper. Not even within the humanoid shape printed in black. You were the only one at the practice range right now, so you removed your ear protection and growled.

“I could do better, and I use a bow.”

“Excuse you, Hanzo Shimada,” you said, whipping around to glare at him. He was smirking at you. You spied the twinkle in his brown eyes. He was taunting you on purpose.

You’ll show that asshole, you thought, putting the noise-muffling earmuffs back on.

You landed the next three shots near the heart of the target, and the rest were good enough for your current skill level.

You grinned wide, proud of yourself. You almost jumped in place for joy, until one of the earmuffs lifted from your ear.

“I told you so,” Hanzo whispered in your ear before letting the earmuff fall back to the side of your head.You blushed at his close proximity, before getting annoyed and whipping around again to swing a fist at him. He hopped back and chuckled at you.

“Remember? I did so much better after I realized I could.”

Hanzo looked more thoughtful than pouty, and you seized the opportunity to keep going.

“And remember when I was having a particularly bad period that one month? You didn’t know what to do, so you brought me a whole chocolate cake. Because you heard women love chocolate.”

“A whole cake, Hanzo?” laughed Genji.

Hanzo wrinkled his nose at his brother.

“Hey, it was good,” you said, smiling gently at the good memory.

“Anyway, it is not a bad idea. Think about it. Hanzo and I are gone so often, that the two of us combined should be enough attention for one person,” Genji said, taking your hand and holding it by the fingers. His thumb rubbed your knuckles. Despite his covered face, the way he looked at you communicated that he wanted to do more than just hold your hand.

“Do you mind?”

Hanzo broke the intensity again.

“No!” you answered.

You strode over to him, and his eyebrows came together in confusion. Before Hanzo could ask what you were doing, you grabbed his face, forcefully applied your lips to his, and closed your eyes. He stared at you in shock for a second before his expression relaxed. You took the opportunity to rub your thumbs along the beard on his jaw. The hair was as soft as the hair on your own head.

You made a mental note to tease him about it later.

You both pulled away naturally at the same time. You got lost in each others’ eyes for a few sweet seconds before Hanzo looked to Genji and glared.

“I can feel your shit-eating grin from here!”

Genji giggled. You dropped your hands from Hanzo’s face. He looked at you again but without the glare.

“This is going to take some getting used to,” he said.

“I have seen stranger things in my travels,” Genji said.

“I have not,” Hanzo countered, glancing in his direction.

Genji shrugged.

“I,” you said, not completely confident in putting your feelings into words, “think I like this. No one gets hurt…assuming you two can behave.”

“It might take some time,” said Hanzo, quietly. His eyes wandered your face and then downward.

“Eyes up here, Hanzo,” you told him, patting the underside of his chin. He blinked.

Genji walked past you both, his ribbon trailing behind him.

“I have other things to do while you both get used to this arrangement…”

Don’t Fear the Darkness

overwatch-reader-imagines:

I’m gonna go sit and be anxious about this for a while. Read-more for length.

Genji grasped his side, blood and coolant mixing from his wounds. He gave a hiss of pain as his shifted his side slightly, his hand instinctively tightening at the feeling. He peered over at the dark house, figuring that he could always apologise if they find him patching himself up in there.

With a shuriken he pried the window open, slipping into the house, and closing the window behind him. His body went on edge at the sound of static filling the house, wondering if he’d walked into a trap. A tapping noise came into the room, and his hands shot up, trying to come up with a socially acceptable reason to be in someone’s house bleeding on their floor.

Genji’s words stuck in his throat with excuses buried deep in his chest then you just walked past him, cane tapping on the ground.

Confusion radiated from him until he saw the way you blankly looked forward, hands reaching out to touch the counters and move up to the window.

You gave a tsk, frustration spreading across you as you felt it was closed. That fuzz continued to spread around everything, filling everything with a haze that he couldn’t think through.

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hexagon-imagines:

McCree

“Do you have a bandaid? Cause I tripped falling for you”

He knows he’s not clever saying this, he just likes teasing and flirting with people

Soldier 76

“Do you have any raisins? No? How about a date instead.”

He’s not smooth, hell he’s only ever done seduction work and regular flirting is not is fortè

Genji

“Are you sugar? Cause I’ve got a craving to eat you.”

Soooo smooth, he used to flirt all the time so ya know he’s gonna know a thing or two

Reaper

~~“Are you death? Because I want you.”~~

Very smooth talking and romantically flirting he’s had experience and he’ll use some of his seduction skills for sure

[Request] – Genji Shimada x Reader – Secret

mavrisfanfics:

(might have twisted this a little)

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Genji Shimada x Reader

Words:1158

Warnings: Implied… things ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Notes: For those who don’t know, this is sort of a continuation to this requested by the lovely anon above.

I usually do requests in the order I receive them, meaning there’s one I should have released first, but with all the hype around @imagine-this-overwatch ‘s Genji idea

and my imagine based on it, I decided to make an exception

Also, I imagined Genji wearing less armor than his Blackwatch skin for this because I believe a lot of his armor is actually removable and most of the pieces are actually held together by a main one

Sorry if it’s not that good but I’m tired. It’s rather late… ~~(Shit I forgot the title rip)~~

Enjoy!

Genji shivered as the morning breeze flooded the kitchen when he opened the window. The little skin that his plating or the robe he stole from you didn’t cover rose in goosebumps while he prepared his and your morning dose of caffeine. His hands unconsciously rubbed over the purple bruises that littered whatever portion of his neck was still skin, bruises that had been part of a ritual you had started the night before as a way to cleanse his head of self-deprecating thoughts through the most passionate worship you had done to him in ages.

It was ironic, really, how he preached, at the beginning of your relationship, that you should love yourself and how he showed you how perfect you were, but now the roles had reversed because of your own child.

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monstersinblacksilk:

zarcake-writes:

watch-your-grammer:

mavrisfanfics:

Imagine Genji’s child being afraid of him but being fine with Hanzo and even calling him “Papa” instead of Genji

Just a little thing written after @imagine-this-overwatch ’s idea of Genji having a child that’s afraid of him, and my addition of the child being fine with Hanzo. Check them, they’re awesome!

I apologise if there are some major typos but Word on my tablet is kinda… Stupid. A reader-insert, as always. I kept it all as gender neutral as possible.

I did my best 🙂

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To see Genji excited about something was always the cutest thing and, unfortunately, since the baby was born and you found how afraid they were off him, the rarest.

So when Genji came back home from a mission, just bursting through the door and jumping around in happiness, you were surprised. However, when he told you the reason, you joined him on his excitement.

Having Hanzo come over for a dinner was a big thing for you. You had never gotten a chance to meet your brother-in-law since he insisted to remain away from Genji’s life because he still deemed himself unworthy of his forgiveness, so accepting a dinner invitation meant progress.

You were a mess that day, running around the house trying to make everything perfect and stressing over nothing. After all, you also wanted Hanzo to accept you as family and you wanted to make a good first impression. Genji was very chill about it but made sure to help you at everything.

Finally the time came. The doorbell made your heart hammer rapidly with nerves. This was it, you were meeting your brother-in-law.

Genji was the one who invited him in. You showed up in the living room with the baby in your arms and Genji made the introductions. You could see that Hanzo was just as nervous as you, which relaxed you. You welcomed him, trying to relax him as well and just be nice.

Dinner went nicely, the three of you held some light conversation and afterwards settled in the living room. The conversation eventually went to the baby and their fear of Genji, while they paid in the corner of the room.

“I always thought they would grow out of it, but it’s been a year and half and I still can’t hold them without scaring them…” Genji mentioned with a sad voice as you held his hand reassuringly. You could also see Hanzo shrink in his spot, probably thinking it to be his fault… And in a way, it was.

“It’s okay, Genji, it will go away. At least now they don’t cry if you’re in the same room, so that’s progress!” You noted “ And they really love that plush dragon you got them for Christmas!”

As if taking a cue, the baby came running with wobbly, recently learned steps and said toy in hand, a tailor made plush version of Genji’s dragon, and approached Hanzo, raising said toy to him with a questioning coo.

“They’re asking you to play.” Genji explained after chuckling at his brother’s confused face. However, you sensed something hidden underneath his words.

Hanzo looked at the two of you with reluctance.

“May I hold them?” Genji remained silent, but you have him your approval. You felt Genji hold his breath.

Carefully, Hanzo grabbed the child and lifted then into his lap, without a problem. The child giggled and offered him the toy to play, while Hanzo awkwardly spoke to them. The sight was honestly endearing, but…

Besides you, Genji had deflated and was almost shaking. The worst was that you couldn’t tell if the shaking was from crying or anger, envy. Either way, seeing the baby accept Hanzo’s presence and be afraid of his own was hurting him inside.

In an effort to drift his thoughts away, you changed the subject and kept the conversation going. It worked to some extend, but Hanzo kept playing with the baby as he spoke and you could tell Genji was really hurt that Hanzo had been nominated New Playmate.

Eventually, the night came to an end and Hanzo had to leave. The baby wasn’t happy to see their playtime cut short and constantly tried to reach out to Hanzo while you held them. And when the three of you said your final goodbyes, the unexpected happened.

“Papa!” The child screamed, reaching out to Hanzo when they saw him turn towards the door, in a last effort to make they new playmate stay a little longer.

If Widowmaker shot you, it would have hurt less than the look on Genji’s face at the moment.

The baby’s first word, and it immediately seemed to disregard his own role in their life. Maybe because they didn’t call him “Papa”.

You excused yourself upstairs to put the baby to sleep and blink away the tears while Hanzo finally left. The baby didn’t just murder Genji’s hope at that moment, it hurt you too. For once, you feared your child would never love him. You had been trying to teach them to talk for a while, and you had tried to teach them that word in an effort to give Genji some hope for the future.

The way things can backfire…

Calming the baby took a while but you eventually did it and put them in the crib. But before you could sing them to sleep, a crash was heard from downstairs.

“Genji?!” you called out, but not only did you not get a response, but the ruckus didn’t stop, so you ran downstairs.

You found your living room half destroyed. The decorative wall mirror was on the opposite corner of the room, shattered, clearly thrown there. The coffee table had been flipped into the cupboard, breaking it and it’s contents, and you found Genji in the middle of it all, finishing his rampage by throwing his mask at your feet before releasing a scream akin to a wounded animal which ripped through the air and your insides, and finally falling to his knees, sobbing.

You didn’t know what to do. The Genji you knew was always calm. Yes, he had some breakdowns, but this… Seeing him crying, vulnerable like that… Your chest hurt.

“Baby…?” You tried to keep your voice calm, but it cracked.

“Leave me alone… please…” Genji turned his back to you. “Just… go to sleep”

You shook your head and stepped forward. You knelt behind him and hug his waist. He flinched, and you just held him harder.

“Please, don’t cry.” You begged, setting your head on his shoulder. “Everything will be fine…Just give it time…”

You kept trying to comfort him with promises and reassurances alternated with kisses all over any part of him you could reach, but you knew it wasn’t working, Genji didn’t believe you this time.

How could he when you didn’t believe it yourself?

How could you hurt me like this

You’re a monster

Have to add to this:

Hanzo calls you he next day and asks hesitantly, “What happened afterward?”

You sigh and explain in a hushed tone, before swallowing back a sob, “I’ve never seen him like that.”

Hanzo is silent for a long time, before he grunts, “I have an idea. Would Genji allow me to return?”

You glance over at the couch, the only survivor of last nights rampage. Genji lay fast asleep, folded into the fetal position with his front facing the couch. You think for a moment, before saying,

“What’s your idea? I’ll try to talk to him in the mean time.”

*******

“I don’t think this will work.” Genji says sullenly.

You’re not exactly optimistic yourself, but if there’s a chance…

“Let’s give it a try.” you say.

He nods, and remains in the hallway as you fetch your crying son. Instead of trying to hush him, you face him towards his darkened room, and step out into the darkened hallway. Genji gently rubs the boys back, while softly singing a Japanese lullaby. After a few moments, the boy calms down and falls back asleep.

You take him back into the room, and lay him down in his bed, before joining Genji in the hall,

“He’ll still be petrified of me when he wakes up…” Genji says.

“It’ll take time,” you say, “all things worth waiting for do.”

Genji nods, “I don’t blame my brother for what happened. If i could choose a father who looks human and one who looks like…” he gestures to his face, “… i’d choose him too.”

As you reach for him, Genji turns and vanishes into the darkness. He needs his space, and after last night, he’s probably gone off somewhere to destroy something you don’t value.

“Oh Genji…” you whisper.

Don’t Fear the Darkness

overwatch-reader-imagines:

This is all I’ll be publishing on this, I have more but I feel bad about this. Read-more is for length

Genji grasped his side, blood and coolant mixing from his wounds. He gave a hiss of pain as his shifted his side slightly, his hand instinctively tightening at the feeling. He peered over at the dark house, figuring that he could always apologise if they find him patching himself up in there.

With a shuriken he pried the window open, slipping into the house, and closing the window behind him. His body went on edge at the sound of static filling the house, wondering if he’d walked into a trap. A tapping noise came into the room, and his hands shot up, trying to come up with a socially acceptable reason to be in someone’s house bleeding on their floor.

Genji’s words stuck in his throat with excuses buried deep in his chest then you just walked past him, cane tapping on the ground.

Confusion radiated from him until he saw the way you blankly looked forward, hands reaching out to touch the counters and move up to the window.

You gave a tsk, frustration spreading across you as you felt it was closed. That fuzz continued to spread around everything, filling everything with a haze that he couldn’t think through.

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mavrisfanfics:

Imagine Genji’s child being afraid of him but being fine with Hanzo and even calling him “Papa” instead of Genji

Just a little thing written after @imagine-this-overwatch ’s idea of Genji having a child that’s afraid of him, and my addition of the child being fine with Hanzo. Check them, they’re awesome!

I apologise if there are some major typos but Word on my tablet is kinda… Stupid. A reader-insert, as always. I kept it all as gender neutral as possible.

I did my best 🙂

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To see Genji excited about something was always the cutest thing and, unfortunately, since the baby was born and you found how afraid they were off him, the rarest.

So when Genji came back home from a mission, just bursting through the door and jumping around in happiness, you were surprised. However, when he told you the reason, you joined him on his excitement.

Having Hanzo come over for a dinner was a big thing for you. You had never gotten a chance to meet your brother-in-law since he insisted to remain away from Genji’s life because he still deemed himself unworthy of his forgiveness, so accepting a dinner invitation meant progress.

You were a mess that day, running around the house trying to make everything perfect and stressing over nothing. After all, you also wanted Hanzo to accept you as family and you wanted to make a good first impression. Genji was very chill about it but made sure to help you at everything.

Finally the time came. The doorbell made your heart hammer rapidly with nerves. This was it, you were meeting your brother-in-law.

Genji was the one who invited him in. You showed up in the living room with the baby in your arms and Genji made the introductions. You could see that Hanzo was just as nervous as you, which relaxed you. You welcomed him, trying to relax him as well and just be nice.

Dinner went nicely, the three of you held some light conversation and afterwards settled in the living room. The conversation eventually went to the baby and their fear of Genji, while they paid in the corner of the room.

“I always thought they would grow out of it, but it’s been a year and half and I still can’t hold them without scaring them…” Genji mentioned with a sad voice as you held his hand reassuringly. You could also see Hanzo shrink in his spot, probably thinking it to be his fault… And in a way, it was.

“It’s okay, Genji, it will go away. At least now they don’t cry if you’re in the same room, so that’s progress!” You noted “ And they really love that plush dragon you got them for Christmas!”

As if taking a cue, the baby came running with wobbly, recently learned steps and said toy in hand, a tailor made plush version of Genji’s dragon, and approached Hanzo, raising said toy to him with a questioning coo.

“They’re asking you to play.” Genji explained after chuckling at his brother’s confused face. However, you sensed something hidden underneath his words.

Hanzo looked at the two of you with reluctance.

“May I hold them?” Genji remained silent, but you have him your approval. You felt Genji hold his breath.

Carefully, Hanzo grabbed the child and lifted then into his lap, without a problem. The child giggled and offered him the toy to play, while Hanzo awkwardly spoke to them. The sight was honestly endearing, but…

Besides you, Genji had deflated and was almost shaking. The worst was that you couldn’t tell if the shaking was from crying or anger, envy. Either way, seeing the baby accept Hanzo’s presence and be afraid of his own was hurting him inside.

In an effort to drift his thoughts away, you changed the subject and kept the conversation going. It worked to some extend, but Hanzo kept playing with the baby as he spoke and you could tell Genji was really hurt that Hanzo had been nominated New Playmate.

Eventually, the night came to an end and Hanzo had to leave. The baby wasn’t happy to see their playtime cut short and constantly tried to reach out to Hanzo while you held them. And when the three of you said your final goodbyes, the unexpected happened.

“Papa!” The child screamed, reaching out to Hanzo when they saw him turn towards the door, in a last effort to make they new playmate stay a little longer.

If Widowmaker shot you, it would have hurt less than the look on Genji’s face at the moment.

The baby’s first word, and it immediately seemed to disregard his own role in their life. Maybe because they didn’t call him “Papa”.

You excused yourself upstairs to put the baby to sleep and blink away the tears while Hanzo finally left. The baby didn’t just murder Genji’s hope at that moment, it hurt you too. For once, you feared your child would never love him. You had been trying to teach them to talk for a while, and you had tried to teach them that word in an effort to give Genji some hope for the future.

The way things can backfire…

Calming the baby took a while but you eventually did it and put them in the crib. But before you could sing them to sleep, a crash was heard from downstairs.

“Genji?!” you called out, but not only did you not get a response, but the ruckus didn’t stop, so you ran downstairs.

You found your living room half destroyed. The decorative wall mirror was on the opposite corner of the room, shattered, clearly thrown there. The coffee table had been flipped into the cupboard, breaking it and it’s contents, and you found Genji in the middle of it all, finishing his rampage by throwing his mask at your feet before releasing a scream akin to a wounded animal which ripped through the air and your insides, and finally falling to his knees, sobbing.

You didn’t know what to do. The Genji you knew was always calm. Yes, he had some breakdowns, but this… Seeing him crying, vulnerable like that… Your chest hurt.

“Baby…?” You tried to keep your voice calm, but it cracked.

“Leave me alone… please…” Genji turned his back to you. “Just… go to sleep”

You shook your head and stepped forward. You knelt behind him and hug his waist. He flinched, and you just held him harder.

“Please, don’t cry.” You begged, setting your head on his shoulder. “Everything will be fine…Just give it time…”

You kept trying to comfort him with promises and reassurances alternated with kisses all over any part of him you could reach, but you knew it wasn’t working, Genji didn’t believe you this time.

How could he when you didn’t believe it yourself?

imagine-this-overwatch:

Imagine you are paired with Genji in an exercise to build trust and friendly connections between operatives. The activity is simple: stare into your partner’s eyes. For two minutes. No talking, just stare.

You are shocked when Genji reveals his eyes to you. Despite the scars that littered his face, his eyes were so warm and inviting, you felt like you could stare forever. So, the two of you stare and it quickly begins to feel awkward for you. You feel as if Genji is looking into your heart and soul, anxiety building as you feel he’s finding all your imperfections and shortcomings.

But he just smiles. This causes you to lose your concentration for a second as you let out a soft giggle, but you quickly get right back to staring. How is he so calm? Does he not feel awkward at all? God, those eyes….

After what felt like hours, the two minutes were up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Genji just chuckles and sheepishly scratches the back of his head.

“Wow, that was intense,” he says. “Never done that before. Felt a little awkward…”

He felt awkward!? Well, good to know you weren’t alone but wow is he good at hiding it.

“But, um. You have very beautiful eyes. It was a pleasure being able to look for so long.”

This has you swooning. You can feel the blush forming on your cheeks as you sheepishly thank him, telling him that his eyes are lovely as well.

This earns you the most adorable chuckle you have heard from the ninja.

“That was a very wonderful exercise, I think. Your eyes looked like they had so much to say. Would it be alright to ask you to lunch? I’d like to get to know you better.”

Hell. Yes.

YESSS!

imagine-this-overwatch:

Imagine you have a child with Genji.

But the child is afraid of Genji and his cyborg body. 👀

Genji tries interacting with the child with his mask off, he speaks gently and tries to shower the child in hugs and kisses. But the child just flinches, tries to pull away, and cries for you to come save them.

Imagine Genji feeling so heartbroken. To be denied the love of his child because of his mutilated body… Genji begins to hate his body again. He retreats into himself and doesn’t even let you touch him like you used to.

Whenever he hears the child crying, begging for attention, Genji wants so badly to rush in and hold his precious child but knowing they’d just recoil in fear…. he’d start to cry as well.

I WILL MAKE YOU SORRY

I can just imagine Blackwatch!Genji and lilSister! Reader be so caught up that she ends up being a strong fighter for the organization. So Genji voices his concern by being a dick to her and rude. They still do love eachother but they both are bitter by how they are treating eachother (mostly reader being angry at Genji’s short outburst) maybe when Genjis reached that part in his life with Zenyatta,that he’s comfortable with his body, he just surprises sister with kisses she’s never

1800areyouslapping:

Experienced in a very long time, so it just ends up with her in tears. She’s felt alone for a very long time, not being comfortable enough to talk to Genji knowing how he is, and that it’s not easy talking to him like she used to anymore. So she cries and cries because she’s dealing with her own shit, so the need to be there as emotional support for the both of them leads her to be exhausted almost everyday. Because she’s never stopped loving him, or Hanzo despite everything that’s happened. Pt2

She just wants her father back with her and her life to be back to normal. But she won’t ever have that again. She just hopes that Genji will continue to love her again like he used to, and hopes that wherever Hanzo is, that he’s okay. That her father is at peace, even though she’ll never experience an intimacy and love that she’s had with Sojiro pt 3

Reyes has to mediate their little “fights.” He’s so exasperated with the both of them. Like he gets it, they’re siblings, but really? Can they be professional for once, without him having to demand it? She’s apart of the Blackwatch trio along with Jesse and anytime anything goes even remotely wrong on mission Genji is all over his sister about it. It is cause he cares, he’s just lost his ability to express concern in a way that doesn’t make him an asshole.

Sister!Reader starts biting back, it’s not often, but there’s only so much attitude she can take. She didn’t do this to him. But she’s still there for him, and Genji’s conflicted, about many things, but this in particular cause he knows he’s being a terrible brother to her, but he can’t seem to stop himself, no matter how self-aware he is. Forget being intimate together, it’s just not happening.

Thinking about Hanzo keeps her up at night. She’s not even sure if he’s alive, let alone where he is, or what’s he’s doing. Hanzo is so allusive that not even Blackwatch could find him. In truth even for all of her bitter feelings, just how angry and hurt she was, she’s glad they didn’t. She’s not sure it would have ended well for him. If they would have offered him a plea deal. Or if Hanzo would have been cool-headed enough to even accept it. Reyes never explicitly said it, but she had some intuition that told her he would have thrown Hanzo in a jail he never would have gotten out of.

I’d imagine, after the explosion, Zenyatta takes them both under his wing. Sisters stays at the omnic monastery while Zenyatta and Genji travel and he helps him heal. I can see her finding her own omnic healer, one who stays with her, listens to her rant, gives her guidance. And by the time Genji comes back home (I see them being gone for like 6 months) Genji’s a different person.

(I kind of feel bad for her cause she’s gotten 3 different Genji’s in her lifetime. The one she grew up with, the one in Blackwatch, and the one who comes back enlightened by Zen. Yes he’s the same person at his core but phew.)

Genji showers her with love, asks her if she can forgive him. She already had. She’s so overwhelmed that she just breaks down crying and Genji takes the time to be there for her like she was there for him. This is nothing compared to what she had to put up with, but he’ll make it up to her.