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…”

Hanzo and the Booty Shorts

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*snorts about her own shitty title* Forgive me.

So yeah. This turned out WAAAAY different than I planned. Super different. Went from a tough gal who would call Hanzo out, to a gal who’s feeling real awkward about the team seeing her practically undressed. Such is my brain. Anywho, still liked this and I hope you will too.

Female reader insert, 2,800ish words (CAUSE OMFG I CAN’T KEEP ANYTHING SHORT), no warnings I can think of.

The base at Gibraltar was technically up and running, but it wasn’t exactly running at full speed. An old friend and colleague of yours had asked you to join the recall in her place about two months ago – which you proudly did – but in that time the power had gone out three times, all of the refrigerators had given out, and the roof had sprouted umpteen leaks. Overwatch was great, it really was, but holy shit did this place need some updating.

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Okay but how bout some sfw and/or nsfw headcanons of our favorite cowman and two dragon boiz with s/o with a rather fragile build? Like,,,, smol as hecc :3

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Favorite cowman

Would find it so endearing

Always makes sure you’re safe though

Can become very protective if he thinks you might hurt yourself

Or someone might accidentally hurt you

If you’re an agent he will absolutely lose his mind every time you go out onto the field

If you do more desk work he’ll be so relieved

Might need to be told to chill every once in a while

It’s rare but he can get very stifling if he’s in a mood

After the fall however

No

You won’t be traveling with him anywhere

It’s far too dangerous for even him and he loves you too much to let you get hurt because you were involved with him

That’s not to say he’ll let you go

No

He watches over you

Visits as often as he can

Communicates with you when he can

Just all around tries to make sure you’re safe

Dragon boi 1

He doesn’t have much of a visible reaction but will sometimes flinch if you do something he deems reckless or dangerous

Tries to subtly steer you in the direction of safer things

He’s always so gentle with you

It’s endearing and irritating

He does his best to protect you

Not that you always need it

Dragon boi 2

Out of all of them, Genji is the calmest one

He trusts you to know when enough is enough and step back from a situation that might get you hurt

Loves to wrap himself around you

Drag you into his lap and hug you tightly

Can this plz happen irl with all three at once?

Dragon’s Nest

Link to AO3 Page

You sat in the cafeteria, nursing your food. A table over, that large man you knew as Reinhardt slapped the cowboy, McCree, on the back. He hit the man harder than he intended, because McCree slapped face-first into his food. Reinhardt gasped in horror, and then the cowboy lifted his food-dripping face to glare at the large man. Genji sat on the other side of McCree, shoulders shaking with poorly-contained laughter.

You watched them with longing, wishing you were laughing with them. Specifically, sitting next to Genji. Maybe leaning against him, holding his hand under the table, exploring the cybernetic parts of his hand with your fingers.

“I am no stranger to pining looks at my brother.”

You ducked your head at that. Hanzo sat down the table from you, judging you with a flat expression. How he got there without you noticing, you didn’t know. He just sort of appeared there with his neat-looking sandwich with all the dressings and the wheat bread, putting your heated leftovers to shame. You wanted to flatten yourself against the table. Then roll into a ball. Then roll on out of the room. Disappear. You had been caught pining like a teenager. You knew it, he knew it.

“Can we please change the subject?”

You pleaded with your eyes. He nodded. You straightened your posture and faced him with your whole body, taking it upon yourself to choose the next talking point.

“What made you decide to cut your hair like that? I heard you had beautiful hair,” Hanzo narrowed his eyes just enough that you detected it, “I mean, not that your hair isn’t nice now. I like it!”

You hopefully backpedaled enough for him to realize you meant no offense. And it was true, you did like his haircut. You wondered if the buzzcut part of it was soft to the touch. There was no way a man like him would let you reach out and feel.

“I just liked it.”

Oh, thank goodness. He wasn’t mad.

“Fair enough,” you said. “Same with the piercings?”

Hanzo nodded again.

The conversation almost died right there and with it a good first impression. You were horrified inside, blaming yourself. Hanzo looked away, brushing lint off his light grey, long-sleeve shirt.

“Genji said I should get to know everyone,” he admitted. He didn’t sound convinced, and his eyelids dipped in a way that gave him an unimpressed expression.

“Probably wise,” you said.

Hanzo looked you in the eye again. His stare was more intense than most. His beauty made up for any discomfort at being regarded so intensely. You would have forgotten about his brother had Hanzo not mentioned him just now.

“I thought we were changing the subject,” you pointed out.

Hanzo looked away again, giving your gaze the opportunity to break from his and slide down the curve of his cheekbones and settle in his lips.

“I know that everyone wants to know what happened between us, my brother and I.”

It was no secret that a lot of agents have been gossiping about what happened between these two. But that doesn’t mean you were tactless enough to ask one of them to their face.

“Yes,” you said, leaning forward, “but we don’t have to talk about it.” Your hand cut through the air to underscore what you said.

Hanzo eyed you for a few seconds, deciding whether or not you were sincere. You were, so you just stared back. He sighed to himself and looked down.

“I had liked the idea of getting piercings since I was a child,” he said. You smiled, happy that he was being honest. You felt like you were getting somewhere with this man. You rested your cheek in your hand and your elbow on the table, watching him speak. “I had wanted to do this for so long that getting them did not feel like rebellion. It felt like relief.”

Your eyebrows flew up. “Wow.” You had never heard anyone describe piercing their flesh as relief.

“Yes,” he said softly.

You regarded him for a moment.

“You know…we can’t really have a proper conversation with you sitting all the way over there.”

Hanzo got up and moved his tray next to yours, but not before giving you a look that said he would blame you if this ended in disaster.

That encouraged you to be friendlier out of spite.

The two of you ate in silence for the next few minutes. Hanzo was close enough that you heard the crunch of the lettuce when he bit into his sandwich.

“What else do you do for…‘relief’?” you asked, restarting the conversation.

Hanzo eyed you again, and you realized how suggestive that sounded.

“I just, I-I meant that-”

“I know what you meant,” Hanzo cut in dismissively. “You are interested in my brother, therefore you wouldn’t flirt with me.”

You couldn’t look at him the handsome man and say that wasn’t true.

But the moment passed, because Hanzo went on to answer your question.

Turns out the two of you fit together well as friends. You encountered him naturally because of your jobs as agents, and he gravitated to your side more and more to make a comment or two, sparking a conversation.

You both had a love of being alone on your off time, but when you were together, you were so comfortable that it was like you were alone. Hanzo didn’t require you to talk to him or keep him entertained. When you did talk, the conversation flowed easily. While he was blunt, and sometimes that hurt, he didn’t seek to hurt you. It didn’t take long for you to learn that, and to start correcting him when he went too far.

You listened to Hanzo speak about any topic with genuine interest, but when he spoke of Genji, you mentally tucked away anything you learned. Hanzo noticed your interest. You tried to hide it by pressing your lips together, but the corners of your mouth twitched upwards. You looked elsewhere, but your eyes crinkled with joy.

“What do you see in him, anyway?” he asked one day.

“He’s so chill. But every once in a while, he’ll throw out a comment that makes you wanna punch him. Or kiss him. Not sure which.”

Hanzo sighed.

“I could never understand why some people would want to listen to him.”

“You do the same thing,” you shot back. Hanzo sniffed. “Also, the vibration in his voice; it’s cute.”

His face screwed up into a mix of confusion and disgust at the reference to his brother’s cyborg body.

“You like what he has become?”

“I do. He’s still a man,” you said. “Well, that nice ass doesn’t hurt.”

“I see,” Hanzo answered with that deep voice of his.

You thought the conversation died right there. You settled back into your knitting. The scarf you were making for Lena’s birthday was getting tighter the more rows you added. You sighed at the length of wool in your lap, but continued. Lena wouldn’t mind; she would appreciate the thought either way.

“You should tell him.”

“No,” you always replied, refusing to hear different.

And Hanzo always looked at you like you were being a fool. And maybe you were, but that was your decision as an adult.

Hanzo continued to stare at you. But this time he didn’t wear the contempt you thought was rude and wanted to slap off his gorgeous face (one of these days, the look of shock will be worth it). Hanzo looked through you, weariness in his expression. Then he blinked and lifted his chin, gazing at you again.

“If you won’t, I will.”

Hanzo put his bow aside on your bed and got up to leave.

“No, Hanzo, please,” you begged, getting up as well to jog towards him, but the door was already shut behind him.

Hanzo brushed your words aside. He was tired of your foolishness. It gave him room to hope and believe you would fall for him instead, and forget his brother. It was time to put that hope to rest. He didn’t know what Genji would say, but Hanzo had put the truth out there. And nudge Genji in your direction.

Hanzo stood silently behind Genji, who sat perfectly still and cross-legged on one of the higher roofs of the watchpoint. His ribbon floating on the wind was the only thing about him that stirred.

“Hanzo?” Genji said simply, sensing Hanzo behind him.

“I came to talk.”

“Have a seat,” Genji said, twisting in his seat to hold out a hand in the space next to him.

“Unlike someone like you, I do not think I could sit on the hard floor for very long.”

“If you are attempting to say that now that I am a cyborg, I am a ‘hard ass’….”

Genji pulled a small, purple pillow from beneath his seat and held it in the air for Hanzo to see.

Hanzo huffed.

Genji slipped the pillow back underneath him. “Just sit, Hanzo.”

You fussed for the two hours that Hanzo left you hanging. You spammed him with messages. He usually checked the messages and got back to you in his own time. Right now he wasn’t even checking his messages.

“Come to my room,” was the message he finally sent after what felt like forever. The irritating man always phrased requests like orders.

You’re going to go to his room, all right. You’re going to give him a piece of your mind and then leave. But when you stormed into Hanzo’s room, he wasn’t alone. Genji was standing next to him.

You couldn’t look Genji in the visor. You were kind of shrunken in on yourself, hunched, and feeling that need to disappear again.

“You are sure about this?” Genji said in Japanese to Hanzo. “She won’t even look at me.”

“Do not be rude,” spat Hanzo. “Speak English.”

“You are right,” Genji said, switching back to English. He turned to you. “I apologize.”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly.

Genji took your hand and lifted it to waist-level.

“Look at me,” he implored.

You did, and he curled his fingers around your hand in a proper handhold.

“That’s better, isn’t it?”

You imagined that he was smiling at you behind his mask as he said that. You were gazing at him, and your heart was soaring. Flying off into the clouds, taking your brain function with it.

Hanzo grunted in annoyance at your moony state. It snapped you out of it, and you glared at him. Him, standing there with judgment in his eyes and his crossed arms.

“Excuse me, Mister Miserable? Don’t you try to bring me down and make me miserable like you.”

“That is not fair,” Genji said. “He is only this grumpy, because you didn’t notice his feelings for you.”

Your brain function halted again, and your jaw dropped. Then you recovered and yelled, “What?!”

You let go of Genji’s hand and turned to give Hanzo your full attention, demanding and waving your hands, “Why didn’t you tell me? You have been giving me so much shit ever since I met you. We’re not on a playground where pulling a girl’s hair is an appropriate way to signal you like someone!”

Hanzo arched a brow at you in confusion. You forgot he told you that he and Genji grew up with private tutors and probably never set foot on a school playground. Still, you had a point.

“I think I can answer this one, as well,” Genji said, amused with an undertone of wicked intent.

“No,” Hanzo said, glancing at his brother, “I will do it.”

“I’m waiting,” you said, hands on hips.

With the same weariness you saw earlier, Hanzo uncrossed his arms in preparation to tell you the truth.

“I sat near you in the cafeteria all those months ago, because I was drawn to you. And then,” he paused, and a blush spread across his cheeks, to his horror, “And then you tolerated my presence so well after that. You find me rough around the edges, and maybe I am. But you never left. Once I realized you were not going to leave, I…may…have…fallen in love with you.”

He finished with dark, rosy cheeks, but with a stubborn stare. Refusing to let his embarrassment overwhelm his ability to look you in the eye.

“I feel so comfortable around you!” Hanzo blurted, then more quietly, “But you have feelings for Genji.”

Your face softened, because you felt bad. Here were two great guys, and you somehow ended up in a love triangle with them. This was going to end badly.

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pregnancy

pregnancy headcanons requested by @korealchemist !! Warnings: pregnancy lol

Hanzo Shimada

• He had never thought of the possibility. Deep down, he still didn’t believe that he was deserving of a family, of a wife, of a child.

• That being said, he doesn’t know how to react. He’s conflicted, one side of him being completely ecstatic and the other convincing him that somehow he’d mess everything up.

• However, he ends up being a great father! During the pregnancy he can get a tiny bit stifling, what with him trying to monitor your foods, drinks, sleeping patterns, exercise (tell him to ease up a bit and he will, though, because above all he understands that you’re the one carrying the baby). He’ll give you massages and stay awake to soothe you when you can’t sleep. To him, both your mental and physical health are extremely important.

• He doesn’t cry when the baby is born but his eyes do get watery, though he won’t admit it. He helps out as much as possible after the pregnancy, knowing that you’ve been tired out and worn down. A light sleeper, so more often than not he ends up being the one cooing the baby back to sleep on particularly restless nights. Will lie beside the baby as they’re learning to crawl, holding toys above their head and encouraging them to move.

Jesse McCree

• At first he’s completely and utterly over the moon. To have a family again was the one thing he truly wanted, and he was really excited for the baby’s birth.

• However, he’s quick to rethink where you are in your lives. He’s still a mercenary, wanted by a good percentage of law enforcements. He wants you to have a safe, protected life, and it’s for that reason that he moves you both from the city and into the countryside. It’s safer, cleaner, healthier, and you’re both happy.

• He’s the dad that will read up on babies. He’s confused at first, overwhelmed, even, by the sudden influx of information, but as time passes, he begins to get a hold on things. Will be the one to say hey, that’s not good for the baby or here’s a better option.

• He paints the nursery by himself, because the paint fumes are bad for the baby, darlin’, and stays up late to finish it in time. He tries to keep you off your feet as long as possible, keep you relaxed and rested.

• He chokes up when the baby’s born. Cradles them in his arms, rocks them back and forth, and lies next to you, kissing your forehead and saying look at what we made in awe. While you rest he’ll try and constantly have the baby in his arms, still not completely trusting of everybody in the hospital.

• When he’s the one to wake up during the night, he tends to bring the baby back to bed. He lets the little infant sleep soundly on his chest, and feels much better knowing that his child and his wife are both safe beside him.

Jack Morrison / Soldier: 76

• His first thought is this can’t happen. Not now. He leads a life much too dangerous for any child, and he was still reluctant to let you get involved in any of his… after-hours activities.

• But you won’t give up the baby, he knows that without even asking, and he’s not about to abandon the woman he loves when she needs him most.

• He tries to come home earlier and avoid conflict where he can — which is hard, and God knows the guilt he feels when he stumbles into the apartment, broken and bloody, needing you to patch him up. Other than that, he makes sure that you’re eating properly and avoiding stress as much as possible. He tries to convince you to stop waiting up for him, but you’re as headstrong as he is and so you compromise; he comes home before 11, and you don’t have to wait up for him.

• As much as he’d love for the baby to legally be his as they are physically, it’s something he can’t risk. His name doesn’t go on the birth cert and the baby takes your last name, something that upsets him but he’s done for the greater good.

• Although he’s strong, he can be hard on himself. Sit him down and make sure he knows that he’s made tonnes of sacrifices in his life — the birth of your baby is something he should savour, something that he could take pride in.

• That being said, he spends as much time as possible with you and the baby. He’ll feed them, change diapers, play, nap, anything. He wants to be as close as he can be, and if that means losing a few hours of shut-eye to soothe the wailing baby back to sleep at 4AM, so be it.

Genji Shimada

• Yet another one who didn’t think it was possible. He had never given it thought, considering a large portion of himself was robotic. He had thought he wasn’t able to have children (which was something he had secretly wanted since he was young), so yes, he does cry when you tell him.

• He spends less time out and about and more time taking care of you. He gets much more hands-on; a constant hand on your hips, on your waist or shoulder. Maybe he wants to make sure you’re constantly out of harms way — maybe he’s taken a certain liking to the way your stomach has swelled…

• He suggests that you try out yoga to reduce some of the uncomfortableness of your pregnancy, and he’ll instruct you through each pose. Also, he gets you an exercise ball that comes in handy during contractions, too.

• The baby’s always laughing because of him. He’ll throw them and catch them (almost giving you a heart attack), he’ll blow on their stomach and nuzzle his nose into their neck, anything that will have them giggling.

• You help him decorate the nursery. It turns out beautiful, with a dragon mobile hanging above the baby’s cradle and little paintings on the walls. He even gives the baby a little bird plushie, and the baby’s never seen without it.

• He makes it a priority to raise the child the opposite way that he was. Although he doubts that his child and future children would fall as much as Hanzo and he did, he still makes it a point to never shame his children for their emotions, to let them love and care freely.

The Dragon’s Naughty Pet

A little present for @poutypanic because why not!

You greeted Hanzo when he arrived through the door of your home. He returned your greeting after taking his time to meticulously put away his things, hang his jacket, rack his bow, place his boots. Making you wait.

You rose an inch from your knees to roll your foot, making your ankle joint pop. Then he turned to face you. You were forced to look up at your master from your position on the floor.

“My Pet. Did you behave?”

“No.”

“Mmmm, I see,” Hanzo said. He towered over you, as much as his modest height would let him. Kept his arms crossed. “What, praytell, did you do wrong?”

“I had naughty thoughts about you.”

You barely registered that he had uncrossed his arms before your face snapped to the side from his slap. There was that sting on the surface of your skin that you had been craving while Hanzo was away. You adjusted your thighs, an obvious tell that you were aroused.

“I suppose I could forgive you. This time,” Hanzo said. His arms were crossed again as if nothing happened. “Unless there is anything else?”

“Sorry, Master, but yes.”

You kept your head down, trying to keep in character as the caged and submissive dragon’s treasure. Trying to hide that your neediness was showing on your face.

“Don’t make me wait.”

“I…touched myself through my clothes to you.”

The angle of your head made it so the second slap clapped you on the outer cheek, and you dipped to the side from the impact. The weak pulsing of blood started between your legs.

“Filthy,” Hanzo said, as if saying the word coated his tongue with bile. “Perhaps I should tear the clothes from your body and bathe you. Unless…there is anything else you wish to confess?”

You fidgeted yet again in your seat, still looking elsewhere. Hanzo didn’t mind. He liked displays of meekness.

“I may have flirted a little with the cashier at the coffee shop, because I knew I wouldn’t see him again.”

Hanzo’s hand connected with the side of your head, this time gently. Then he closed his fingers quickly into a fist, holding your hair tight and forcing your head up. His clothes rustled, and you were presented with his erection, stiff and ruddy with arousal. He’d been growing more erect the whole conversation, but you didn’t see.

“You are going to make up for that.”

Birthday Drabbles

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.

Little sister reader x Hanzo (maybe throw in some praise kink and omorashi~?)

1800areyouslapping:

“You are doing well,” Hanzo says.

Big brother is watching you try and fail to meditate. Admiring your pursed lips and your rosy cheeks. The way you wiggle and squirm subtly. Your butt lifting up off of your legs, only for it to plop right back down. Hands full of your skirt, eyes shut much tighter than they should be. You’re not anywhere near a clear and free mind. All you can think about is your full, warm bladder, swollen and ready to burst inside your belly.

“Don’t be sarcastic,” you whine.

“Not sarcasm; you are– doing well for your circumstances,” he says. Followed shortly by a small, smug chuckle.

Your eyes flutter open so you can glare at him with playful eyes. “Such a liar.” Quickly they close again. Your skirt fluttering on the sides from the leg that has started to bounce underneath you. A mousy whimper sounding off from behind closed lips. Hanzo’s pleased at the sight and sounds of all the tells that you’re at the ends of your rope.

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imagine-this-overwatch:

Self indulgent thing because I’m sad.

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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Hanzo was not a very affectionate person, you knew this. It took some time to win his trust as a comrade-in-arms, even more to be considered a friend, and ages to have him consent to something the two of you could call a proper ‘relationship’.

“–the villain of the story is this guy, Bill, a floating triangle with one eye…”

The talking was a regular thing–it was more of a one-sided dialogue, where you spoke and Hanzo just listened, contributing to the conversation whenever he felt it was appropriate. As much as he hated excessive noise, he grew fond of your animated chatter, and would silently urge you to speak of your favorite things.

Today, it was cartoons.

The two of you sat side-by-side, legs and hands that could brush each other if either of you just moved a touch.

In the middle of your monologue, you absentmindedly began to rub your thumb over the back of his hand, completely unaware of how Hanzo’s spine snaps up straight, goosebumps coat his skin in waves, and the way his hand curls just so beneath your touch. It isn’t until you looked over did you see his gaze transfixed on you.

“Something on my face?”

You looked inquisitively at him, your full attention invested in his thoughts, everything becoming still, including your hand.

He made a slight noise that you’re not quite sure you’ve heard before, and he looked away.

“No, it’s…”

The lines above his brow deepened, and he gritted his teeth. It was a look you have often seen on him, but over the course of your friendship together, you recognized it not as one of anger, but more out of frustration at himself. (Frustration at others was usually accompanied by a particular set of lines at the corner of his mouth and a red that starts from his neck, you have learned.)

Every few seconds was punctuated by an attempt to speak the words that evade him. But you waited patiently, your thumb still brushed against his hand every once in a while in your idleness. He turned to look at it with a tiny hint of a smile crinkling his eyes.

“Pleasant,” he said finally, quietly, the beginnings of a gentle blush forming around his nose and ears. “The…touching. It is pleasant.”

Your face broke into a grin instantly, and he immediately averted his eyes. Giddiness that bubbled up in your chest commanded that you take his hand and just give it the sweetest kiss you could, but your rationale vetoed the motion–Hanzo was not a very affectionate person, and those boundaries had to be respected.

“I’m glad,” you said simply, and you continued the soothing motion against his hand, encouraged by his confession. He did not speak nor turn to look at you, but he nodded to show he at least heard you.

“So, anyway, the main characters are these two kids…”

You continued your story with the same fervor as before. He, in turn, continued to listen, the tension slowly dissipating as you went on, relieved that his emotions were no longer under your focus, and just perhaps because he was able to admit to himself that this was nice, and might not mind it as much as he thought.

The next time you two have a moment together, you definitely notice the subtle brush of his hand against yours and have to repress the urge to just grab his hand when he swipes his thumb across the back of yours.

Dorks.

I was reading a thread on reddit where they asked the men of reddit what melts their hearts, and some of the answers included affection, hand-holding, and genuine compassion. So, here you go. This is my sin.

AWWWW! Cute! Yes, men are more affectionate and cute then are given credit for if you ask me!