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.