I’ve been neglecting this account for a while I know tho administrating at least three or four acc it’s not easy feat 💀 anyways, this is one of the pieces I’ve been making while I was away
may I request some genji x reader headcanons where the reader has a cat who is the bestest of best friends with genji’s dragon? (I believe the fandom calls her soba)
please, and thank you
Yes! I love that a lot of the Overwatch Fandom agree that his dragon’s name is Soba. I find it adorable and it’s totally one of my many Overwatch head canons. I don’t think I’ve read anything about Hanzo’s Dragons names though. Also, I don’t know if it’s canon that the reason that Genji doesn’t have two dragons is because the dragons are body and soul and he only has one because he lost the majority of his body. Anyways here ya go.
Genji x Reader: Soba & Your Cat Being Best Friends
- Soba loves to cuddle with your cat when she has the time, when she’s cold, or just whenever
- If you and Genji can’t find the two you usually find them in one of their beds or in one of the cat trees
- Genji spoils your cat and you spoil Soba
- You guys definitely have to get two of every cat toy because Soba definitely will be jealous
- Your cat protects Soba from Hanzo’s dragons
- You and Genji have a theory that your cat might be the reincarnation of his other dragon that he lost when he lost his body
- The two comfort each other when the other is sick or injured
- When Soba and Genji are on a mission your cat will cry and sleep at the door waiting for Soba to return
- They boop each other and it ends up becoming a boop off between them
- You and Genji end up getting two art commissions of the two little ones and hang it up one in your shared space at Overwatch Headquarters and the other at your house in Hanamura
- They both bring the small critters they catch to each other as gifts
-Your cat might have trained Soba to use the Litter Box which you and Genji are thankful for
- But that means more cleanup
- Your cat tries to hide Soba so that she doesn’t have to go on missions
- And Soba tries to hide your cat so that they don’t have to go to the vet
Imagine getting a knock at your window in the dead of night. You should be sleeping, considering you had a rather busy day scheduled ahead of you. Nevertheless, you were busy working on a birthday gift for none-other than the ninja himself, Genji Shimada. It was technically the 28th, considering it was 12AM.
You knew better than to think that it was anything different from the boy, considering you didn't know what or who else could be up there. As you walked over to roll your eyes at the boy who had to scale the nearby tree to reach such a height, and for him to ever-so "innocently" wave at you with a hand behind his back; you knew what you were getting yourself into.
As you helped him open it up, he stepped inside and paid his greetings to you. "Genji, how are you not dead?"
He was expecting that type of interjection from you. As he laughed it off, he them brought the hand that was behind him now in front—showing off a box. "We don't need to talk about that. I'm excited to share something with you."
As you eyed the box, you told him to go place ir down by your nightstand. The light that was being emitted by your lamp formed a nice mood in the ambience, as the atmosphere felt just right. There was nothing else to interrupt the two of you, you thought, as you went over to your bed to sit. You patted the seat next to you, and he followed.
"And...?" You questioned him, wondering what may be the thing on his mind.
"I didn't get yelled at by my father all day. I've been on my best behaviour."
You nudged him with your elbow. "Then, what's that then?"
You were referencing the box. Considering he loves to snag food from his family, leeching off of the clan in a way, you knew that from the stains at the bottom; there must be something in there. He must've stolen something, so obviously, he hasn't been all-too goody two-shoes.
"Ah... we also don't talk about it." He laughs. "Actually, no, we do. They're for you."
It was an assortment of sweets that you liked; from his memory. You were confused. It was such a nice gesture from him, and he was looking at you expectantly. Not waiting for a "Thank you, Genji!" or anything of that nature—just wanting to see you enjoy it.
"It's... your birthday."
He then elaborated. "That's the point. My gift is to see you happy."
Hi! I got a small idea for my Genji request, so I'll share it with you. Imagine growing up with the Shimadas, always being so close to them up, having promises of marrying the younger brother - until Genji's murder - resulting in reader's family backing them away completely due to fear of the actions. I would love if you could write a bit of how Genji would feel, what would he do when he finally sees reader again - since they're unhappily married off to a rich merchant. And a simple wish escapes their lips -- "Take me with you." -Nia
Oooo we love angsty Shimada stories! Hopefully this meets your expectations!
Genji x Reader (gen)
Word count: 1334
For the majority of your childhood years, you spent them with the Shimada’s, more specifically Hanzo and Genji Shimada. The two brothers were practically your brothers with the amount of time that you had spent with them.
The three of you would play in the Shimada castle, running around playing tag or hide and seek. The elders let you, of course, you were kids after all. They allowed you to have fun despite their beliefs in raising the brothers.
However, whilst Hanzo was growing older, his playtime grew shorter and he grew more intimidating. Less like a kid, but more of a boy following strict rules. Genji, on the other hand, was still running through the garden with you whenever you visited. While your parents discussed many a topic with his parents, the pair of you continued to play games.
No matter the day, no matter the weather, Genji would always find something to do. Some days consisted of roaming the garden, or sat in his room playing games on his consoles. Other days the pair of you were trying to distract Hanzo or pulling him to come play with you despite his best efforts to decline.
There were silly little games, one of which was pretending to be married to the younger brother. Both being a giggling mess, it caught the attention of your parents who then deemed it suitable for you to marry the younger Shimada. The elder Shimada’s agreed and with firm handshakes from both families, it was then set in stone.
The older brother knew, of course, what was going to happen between his younger brother and you. He was told about most of the family affairs… and then he was told about all the wrong his brother was doing as they hit their young adulthood…
Then the fateful day had arrived. Hanzo bit back what tears he had, straightened his attire before setting out to the training hall where he found his brother. Genji’s deep meditation came to a grinding halt when he heard footsteps approaching, and thinking nothing of it, tried to focus on his breathing once more.
Spattered blood marked the floor as screams echoed around the room. Genji tried to run from the monster that was his brother but slash after slash came, cutting into his body and almost bleeding him dry.
The pain was unbearable for the younger brother as his body lay limp on the ground, the life slowly fading from him as the last sight he witnessed was his brother standing over him, muttering “I’m sorry” as tears streamed down his face.
Things weren’t the same from then on. Hanzo never saw the removal of his brothers body, assuming that the elders took care of it. The Shimada clan kept it on the downlow, nobody knew that Genji was murdered, just that he mysteriously vanished that night.
From there on, your family completely withdrew you from the Shimada’s, more so in fear of what would happen to you if you were to do something wrong. Rumours were quickly spread around Hanamura; how the Shimada’s assassinated the younger boy, or how he ran away after some unfortunate event. Some ladies claimed he ran from his shame.
If only they truly knew…
Genji knew.
He was still alive.
His appearance had change significantly. From what he was, a human boy, to a half cyborg man. At first, he hated his body, but there was something that was eating away at him more so than his hatred of himself.
He wondered what you would think.
Where are you? Are you okay? Does Hanzo still speak of me? Is my family treating you well? I miss you. I want to get married to you again. Remember our childhood days? I was so happy with you, I felt at home with you. You were someone I trusted, someone I felt safe with… Where are you, [y/n]? How is life treating you?
So many questions that were to be left unanswered as he laid in this uncomfortable medical bed being fed through a tube as his body recovered.
Do you still think of me, [y/n]? I’m still thinking of you. I need you here. Please… Someone tell [y/n] that I’m alive… I need to see them…
Someone would probably consider it possessive, obsessive even. His head isn’t on right, too high on drugs. He had muttered your name more times than one, medics trying to unscramble the words that spilled over.
Days turned into weeks and those weeks into months and while Genji was still recovering, his mind was still replaying his childhood. The days he spent running with you in the garden, hiding under his bed from Hanzo, beating you at video games. Then he wondered where everything went wrong. Why did he deserve to be cut up like his? Why did he have to be mutilated? Why by his own brother?
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Spring in Hanamura was serene. With the cherry blossoms falling to the asphalt below, the residents continued to prepare for the spring festivals. The streets were bustling with life, stalls were being set up and the smell of food seeped through every open window within the vicinity.
The majority of the residents had forgotten about the whole Shimada situation, having happened several years prior. By forgetting and moving on, they were doing themselves a favour.
However, there was one household in particular that didn’t forget, and that was yours. Not a night went by when you didn’t think about the missing Shimada. You had begged night and day with Hanzo and the elders for them to tell you what had happened but they refused each request.
Eventually, you gave up begging, you gave up looking for answers. You just had to accept that Genji was gone.
You had to accept that you were married to someone you didn’t even love. You shared the same bed with this man, had sex with him many nights in the week but each time was just to satisfy his needs.
You did not want him.
You wanted Genji.
Each day you hoped he would appear, a miracle in itself if he truly was murdered. So when you wandered through the festival streets that were overcrowded with vendors and customers, you had to look twice at the man who was stood in the middle of the street.
Despite the hood and the metal, those eyes had never felt more familiar, so when the man turned and ducked into a nearby alley, you followed. Squeezing through the tight gap, you ended up on an empty street and there he was, stood beside the wall on the left.
“[y/n].” That voice…
“Genji…” You muttered, almost in disbelief.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” He responded as his hand came up to caress your cheek to which you leaned into without hesitation. “I have been so scared. I only wanted to see you, to make sure you were okay.”
“You’re alive.” With a quiet voice and tears pricking your eyes, all you could do was stare at him. “What happened to you?”
“That is a long story.” He looked down at your hands as he grabbed them. “You are married?”
“I wish I wasn’t.” You half smiled. “Genji…”
“I know.” He sighed. “Are you happy?”
You shook your head. “No. Every night I laid awake thinking about you.”
Genji chuckled. “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be in this life.” His tone was full of sadness, it was pained.
“I still want to be with you.”
The ninja cupped your cheeks before he pressed his forehead against yours. “I know, koibito.” Genji then placed the metal half of his face against your cheek, mimicking a kiss.
“This is goodbye…?” Tears pricked your eyes once more as you stared at him. He only nodded before turning and vanishing into the night.
Before he truly left, however, he heard your final request, one that pained him deeply.
Hii! I love your work and I'm a recent follower, so I wanted to request something a little selfish for me! If it's okay, and if you're willing, could I have some headcannons with Ramattra, Genji and Lifeweaver with a deaf!reader? I'd love to hear your thoughts about how quick they would pick up on sign language, and maybe reader giving them a cute allias in sign language? Per example, instead of signing Genji ’s name letter by letter, I would simply sign "My Dragon". Again, this is an extremely specific request so if you choose to pass it on, it's completely okay! Much love to you 🌺
This was such a cute thing to write, selfish or not. I don't really see many fics or hc's out there about this sorta thing, so I am glad to write this! Hope this is what you were looking for! ♥
RAMATTRA
Ramattra never knew why you didn’t speak to him, only when someone mentioned that you couldn’t hear him did he realise the issue.
It also explained why you never answered him. You didn’t even know he was talking.
He researched how to apologise so he could have some peace of mind. He wasn’t mad, but he did wish someone would’ve told him sooner.
He searched for any module possible to instantly talk to you.
However, there was the issue of finding the right module.
With the many variations of sign language, he had to find the one that matched yours.
It took some time, but when he found the correct module, he was practically fluent in sign language, though he was still slow at talking.
It warms his circuits the moment he first signed to you and you smiled with a sparkle in your eyes.
His joints weren’t used to doing intricate hand signs, but over time, he got used to it.
Day after day he would sit with you to learn how to sign efficiently.
It was a learning curve to him, one he was grateful for as you were the one teaching him.
He was advancing in a way he had never imagined, especially with a human.
One day while signing with him, having what seemed like a normal conversation, you had signed something he hadn’t seen before.
It took his processors a moment to work it out and when he realised what you had signed, he chuckled, signing “thank you” towards you with a tilt of his head.
“My omnic”.
GENJI
You had been responding to the ninja fairly well, but when you didn’t respond to his callout once, he wondered if you had ignored him.
He approached you, a little cautious in case you were annoyed at him, but when he realised you were constantly looking at his lips, it clicked for him.
Genji was close to you, figured you were just the quite kid, but being deaf was something he hadn’t thought about.
He spent that night researching and practising sign language.
It was a slow process for the ninja; he was always too distracted, but he picked up words and phrases to impress you.
Maybe a month went by before he finally managed to say a full sentence without any mistakes, but the fact that he was trying was enough for you.
After awhile, Genji would try to learn more.
He would take online classes to make sure he was doing the correct hand movements; that he was making sense.
Sometimes he would mess up, but that was okay.
The ninja spent his free time learning full sentences, eventually leading up to a full conversation with you.
It made you warm with happiness that he went through the effort to learn something new.
Sign language was hard, and with Genji being constantly distracted, it only made it slower to learn and he was several months in to learning.
Though, when you signed something to him that he had never learnt, he stumbled, thinking about it for the rest of the day before he researched what you had said.
A genuine smile appears on his face when he learns what you called him.
“My dragon.”
LIFEWEAVER
Niran had some knowledge of sign language prior to meeting you.
When he heard you were deaf, he was excited to speak to you, though his speech was limited.
Seeing him interact with you was comforting, even if he did get embarrassed about his mistakes.
He would spend most of his nights practising, relearning what he already knew and focussing on his weaker points.
Niran would always go to you for help, wanting to know if he’s signing right and what he needs to work on.
It was like you were a tutor to him, one he felt comfortable around.
When he wasn’t working on his biology and science, he would study some more.
There was always room for improvement.
His mind was taken up by you, the want and need to impress you, no matter how many mistakes he made. It was all apart of the process.
Everything was going smoothly. His nightly studying was paying off and he was starting to fully understand conversation.
It only took a couple months for him to be fluent, the perks of being a fast learner but also sticking to a regime.
There was the odd occasion where he would mess up, but even you wouldn’t lie that you did it too.
He was fond of your presence, much like you were fond of his.
Niran was surprised when you signed a different name for him, one that made his cheeks flush the same pink colour.
hello! i hope youre having a good day:> i saw that the requests were open:>
may i request for a general hcs for yandere genji? fav things about the reader, where it all started etc.
thank you!
Yandere Genji HCs
A/N: hi sweetheart! sorry it took so long to get this to you. I am not very experienced with writing yandere characters, so I did my best. I hope you like it.
It all started the first day Genji saw your smile. It was big and bright, so full of life, something so out of place in his world. What started as a mere curiosity for the new agent soon turned into an obsession. Your smile seems to awaken him, like some kind of ancient instinct coming to light.
Genji knew how to move around without being seen. It was no new experience for the ninja, so adjusting his target to you was an easy change. He’d stalked targets for missions before, sure, but this was different. He wasn’t watching you out of curiosity or recon. No, the mere sight of you fed something deep within him. Something dark.
The first time he saw you change was an accident. Mostly. It was before training, and you were stripping out of your training clothes to take a shower. Certainly Genji knew he shouldn’t watch you, should respect your privacy, but you had him wrapped so tightly around your finger that he couldn’t look away. Seeing more and more of your skin was like tasting the divine, and he was soon becoming addicted to it.
You knew you were being watched. Genji was a good ninja, but he was sloppy when it came to you. You felt his eyes on your body as you stripped for your shower. It was a dance the two of you seemed to play. He wanted to see how long it’d take you to notice and speak, you wanted to see how long it would take for him to snap.
He did snap, eventually, but not on you. You were at a party, somebody’s birthday party, and your little stalker was watching you from the corners of the room. His eyes burned into you as you moved around, dancing to the beat of the music. What made him snap, though, was when another agent walked up and started dancing with you. You were so lost in the rhythm that you didn’t realize that agent was grinding onto you. That made him snap. His blood boiled watching it, but it was only a few seconds before he stepped in. Your little stalker came out of the shadows, his blades coming with him.
A sharp intake of breath was the only hint that your dance partner was forced away. That is, until you heard his head smash against the bar. Genji had a handful of his hair, with another hand on his blade. Your dance partner’s nose was bloody, perhaps broken. Genji pushed his head back down, until he was pinned against the bar. All the agents are strong, but nothing compares to this dragon’s fire.
“Touch them again and I’ll chop that pathetic excuse of an erection off and feed it to you.”
Genji’s words sent a chill across your skin. Something in you knew that he meant it, that he is not the type of guy to make hollow promises. You backed out of the room, already knowing he would eventually find you. There was no hiding from him. That should scare you. It didn’t.
You managed to somehow make it to the training room showers. An ironic place. Genji, of course, chased you. But he didn’t stay in the shadows this time. You turned the water on, letting the dance of yours resume. You waiting, him watching.
“I should have told you this before, so I’ll be gentle. Another man touches you and I’ll have his hand at your doorstep before sunrise.”
“I can let whoever I want touch me,” you bit out, pulling your shirt over your head. Your bra was black and lacy, and Genji, who was just now stepping fully out of the shadows, seemed to lock onto the garment. Not that he hasn’t seen under it before. Genji let out a snarl, more animal than human, and finally left the shadows. He may be the obsessed one, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t know how to push his buttons. His hand wrapped around your throat and pushed you against the wall, putting both of you under the shower’s spray.
“I don’t make empty threats, Angel. Another man touches you, and he’s dead. Can you handle that blood on your hands?” His words were low, all the careful calculation of any earlier actions long lost.
You smiled at the feeling of his hand on your throat, squeezing slightly. He groaned, and you knew it was him trying not to snap. Your smile grew even bigger, urging him on.
He eventually did snap. After all, your smile was always his favorite thing about you.
Y/n works as a support, and her Genji loves visiting her when he can
The Overwatch base was bustling with activity as agents prepared for their next missions, but inside the medical bay, things were calm. Y/N was working alongside Dr. Angela Ziegler—Mercy—organizing supplies and preparing for the usual influx of injuries from the field. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the soft beeping of medical machines provided a steady rhythm in the background.
Y/N glanced up from her work just in time to see the familiar figure of Genji Shimada entering the room. Even after all this time, the sight of him made her heart flutter. His sleek, cybernetic frame glimmered in the soft light, and though his face was hidden beneath his visor, she could always sense when he was smiling at her.
“Hey,” she greeted with a warm smile, setting down a set of medkits. “What brings you to the medical bay? Don’t tell me you’re injured.”
Genji chuckled softly, his voice gentle as ever, though slightly modulated by his mask. “No, no injuries today. Just thought I would visit my favorite healer.”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, walking over to him. “You know, Genji, this is supposed to be a professional environment.”
He tilted his head in mock contemplation. “Is it not professional to check in on someone who has saved your life many times?”
“Mm, maybe,” she replied with a grin, resting her hand on his arm. “But I think you just missed me.”
Genji chuckled again, his hand coming up to gently rest on hers. Even though his touch was mostly metal, she could feel the warmth and care behind it. “You caught me,” he admitted softly. “I just finished training and… I wanted to see how you were.”
Her heart swelled at the simple sweetness in his words. He always had a way of making her feel special, even when his approach was so casual.
Angela, who had been quietly observing from the other side of the room, gave Y/N a knowing smile before excusing herself to attend to other duties. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said with a playful wink as she walked away.
Y/N turned back to Genji, shaking her head fondly. “She’s never going to let me live this down.”
Genji reached up, removing his visor so she could see the soft smile on his face, his human eye glowing with warmth. “Perhaps not,” he said, his tone teasing. “But I don’t mind if it means I get to see you.”
She blushed slightly at the sincerity in his words, and Genji took a step closer, closing the small gap between them. His hand moved to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, the touch light but full of affection.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice softer now. “For everything you do—for me, for Overwatch. I know how hard you work.”
Her eyes softened as she gazed up at him. “You know I’m just doing my job,” she replied. “But… it’s nice to hear.”
“Your kindness is more than just a job,” Genji said, leaning down slightly. “It’s who you are. And it’s one of the reasons I…” He trailed off, but Y/N knew what he meant. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her close, as if she was something precious to him.
“Genji…” She smiled up at him, standing on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You always know how to make me feel appreciated.”
He returned her smile, his arms gently wrapping around her waist as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You deserve to feel that way every day,” he whispered.
For a moment, the busy world of Overwatch seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the peaceful quiet of the medical bay, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.
It's been months since anyone has seen you since the engagement of niran and satya during the party. You've isolated yourself in your room, only going out once in a while to go back to what used to be you and niran's special oak tree, only for you to continue weeping once more. Everything hurt. Every single thing you did reminded you of him. Flowers, nature, books, writing, watching a movie, no matter what you did to keep your mind off of him, it would always wander back to the times you used to do those very things but with him. Niran pruksamanee. The man who swore to you that you were his light, his diamond, the girl he wants to marry. The man who has completely abandoned you to run away with his true love, his best friend, Satya Vaswani. Oh how bitter you felt at the two of them. But who could blame you?
It was just a regular weekend, although, for you..regular meant crying your eyes out and screaming into your pillow. You wanted to go out, and so you did. You got up and dressed yourself nicely, hoping that maybe Niran would come to his senses and realize he loved you. Hoping that maybe Niran would be under your guys' special oak tree, waiting for you.
.
.
.
.
“of course not.” You laughed to yourself, feeling humiliated for even thinking of such. Sinking down on the grass, allowing yourself to weep once more, you hear a voice above you.
“I haven't seen you in a while..Y/N.”
You look up to see a familiar cyborg, a small smile appearing on your face..it felt a little odd. You haven't smiled in a long time after all.
“Genji!” you exclaimed happily, you hadn't realized how much you needed another human being's interaction right now. You felt so happy to finally see and talk to someone for once instead of just being lonely.
The ninja jumps down, offering you a flower he plucked off of the ground just now.
“As beautiful as ever, even when you're crying.”
You hesitate to take the flower, it's not that you didn't want it. It just..reminded you of him. It seems as this doesn't go unnoticed to the ninja, putting the flower away as he sank to the grass sitting next to you.
“I'm..sorry for what happened during the party.”
“It's alright, Genji. You shouldn't even be apologizing, it's not your fault!”
“I know but..he hurt you. Someone has to apologize for making one of gods' angels cry.”
“Haha! Genji, still a flirt i see.”
The ninja looks at you, although you couldn't see his face, you swore there was a sad look in his eyes when you saw a glimpse through his visor.
“o-oh..did i..say something wrong?”
“.....”
“Genji..? I'm sorry if i said so-”
“He didn't deserve you.”
“Huh?”
“He doesn't. Deserve you.”
“What are you talking about, genji?”
“You-..” He looks at you before sighing, “You're beautiful.”
You felt warmth spread across your cheeks before brushing it off to let him talk.
“You were kind. You helped everyone around you, putting your own self last even though you didn't need to. You did your best to make your relationship work, and HE-.....”
The cyborg clutches his first, anger dripping in his tone before taking a deep breath, calming himself down before taking off his visor to look at you in the eyes.
“He...hurt you.”
Tears well up in your eyes, feeling emotional not only at the mention of Niran, but also because someone cared.
“If you don't mind me asking, Why do you care so much, Genji?”
Genji looks at you with such loving eyes, the same look you once saw Niran give you before he left with Satya. But strangely, instead of feeling hurt, it felt..nice. You gave him an understanding smile before leaning your head on his shoulder.
It's gonna take a long while to move on from Niran. He was your first love after all, but maybe..just maybe, theres still a chance for a happy ending afterall.
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It's been a few weeks since you and genji met at the oak tree, He's been visiting you alot more often. Although you find yourself often crying over Niran most of the time, Genji doesn't mind comforting you every single time. You were glad for his help, for his comfort. You don't think you would've been able to do it alone.
“Genji..you don't have to do this, you know?” You wipe your tears before accepting the tub of your favorite flavor ice cream that he was offering you.
“I know, but i want to.”
You smile, theres a real connection between the two of you. You felt yourself ease up alot more when he was around, he acted as if he was your emotional support system. You were thankful for it.
The night went on as normal, with the two of you watching a movie, all cuddled up together as you ate some snacks. The movie ends and you guys are barely able to stay awake, the coolness of his metallic body touching your warmer one was the perfect temperature while wrapped up in a cozy blanket. Before dozing off to sleep, you mumble a small but audible “I love you” to the ninja.
It's safe to say the ninja barely slept that night, your soft and sleepy look in his arms, all comfortable and content as you whispered you loved him repeating on his head like a record being played without a stop button.
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“She's..what?”
Niran's eyes widened, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes as he stared at the new couple walk into the room.
“She's dating Genji now, isn't that lovely, Bua?” His fiancé Satya replied.
“...no..”
He felt his head spin, feeling a sharp pang pierce his chest, almost like he was shot. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of His y/n being with someone else. Let alone a co-worker.
Wait...
His?
His Y/N?
..
“YOUR Y/N?... Pruksamanee, Are you TRYING to be funny or are you truly THAT idiotic?“
..
Ah
Of course.
How idiotic he was.
You were no longer his.
And he no longer loved you.
He has a fiancé.
So why..
Why did he find himself begging at your feet like you did to him all those months ago, repeating the same words you once said to him. Why?
“Please..y/n..You still love me..don't you?”
“I'm sorry, Niran.” You said quietly before turning your back on him, the same action he once did that shattered your heart for ages. Now you were doing it to him. A hint of guilt hitting your chest as you heard him cry out and beg for you before another voice speaks out.
You smile, looking at your new partner with love and adoration as he stood up for you. You were with the right person now, you were sure of it.
“You reap what you sow, pruksamanee. You lost her. Now deal with it, like she's had to deal with the heartbreak over YOUR betrayal all those months ago.”
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A/N : aaaAAA I'M SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE MY ENGLISH SUCKS ASSS IN THIS FIC I COULDNT FIND THE RIGHT WORDS FOR ANYTHINGGG
This is my first time writing a genji x writer fic!! Its so lovely writing for him but also so difficult given that hes not yk..fully human.. i still hope you enjoyed it tho! And yes reader and genji have a happy ending and they love each other very much
can you write uhm gulps loudly uhm Genji and reader uhm gulps sharing a first kiss but Genji is a little insecure and shy because of his scars and like he doesn't want to take off his mask at first but like gulp uhm... looks around uhm I DON'T KNOW I NEED GENJI FICS!! Maybe we can even kiss his mask idk... Preferably with a fem reader!
The way you wrote this request took me OUTTT
I’ll give you some shy genji anon (˶˃⤙˂˶)🎀
Contains- kissing ( ˘ ³˘)
Rating- E for most brains
Warnings- none
Authors note- I can’t write kissing tbh, we get thru it though!
Fic starts below cut!
Unlike when he was a teen, Genji is slow with his love, being cautious to show who he is to people he didn’t fully know or trust yet. He was scared that his scars and body, or lack there of, would make the person he loved feel repulsed.
That fear still lingered in your 3rd month of dating when you had noticed him avoiding the subject of physical intimacy, or even showing you his face or body often. Whenever you’d bring it up he’d conveniently have a meeting or a mission to get ready for and avoid you for a few hours until he’d figured you’d dropped the subject.
Today you finally wanted to open the subject back up, deciding that it’d be best to ask when you both were home so you waited around for him. You lit candles in the living room and set up a bunch of blankets to ensure he’d be comfortable when he got home.
Later on he returned, tiered from the day. He instantly noticed the warm smell of the house as he took off his shoes before he joined you in the living room.
“What is all of this?” He asks, sitting on the plush couch cushion next to you, the material sinking beneath his weight. You figured it was now or never, if it was an answer you didn’t want to hear at least you’d know in stead of worrying that it was you.
“Genji- honey I know that you don’t like talking about stuff like this but I need you to listen” you start, taking his hands into yours, brushing your thumbs over his knuckles soothingly. He stiffens up, looking away from you.
“I understand if it’s just not something you want or- even like but I just want to know…” you sigh, collecting you thoughts before continuing.
“Why don’t you want to kiss me?” the words burn your throat as they come out, a slight embarrassment festering in your chest as he sat silent for a moment.
“It’s not you” he sighs, the realization of his attitude regarding the subject setting in. He does feel guilty that you’ve been waiting so long to know why but he still feels like he’s doing you a favor.
“Then what is it? I promise whatever it is I will be fine with it” you say, shifting to sit closer to him while facing him. The cold metal of his hands had slowly warmed under your touch, the coldness of his work slowly fading.
“I just… I don’t want to disgust you” he mutters, shrinking away from your warmth with a shudder. You stare at him for a moment, contemplating what he could possibly mean.
“Genji I could never be disgusted by you” you reassure, soft hands meeting the jaw of his mask, your fingers grazing the clips holding it in place. His hands quickly covered yours, a pained look in his eyes. He hated hiding from you but he could feel in his soul that you would be utterly repulsed by what you saw beneath the metal plating.
Regardless of his resistance you removed the covering, silently reassuring him with a warm smile. He closed his eyes as your hands met his tattered skin, warmth spreading over the surface.
He was shocked to say the least when he began to feel your lips pressing soft kisses on his scars, lipgloss transferring to his skin, leaving shiny residue.
“Oh Genji” you sighed, taking in his face in full as though it’d be the last time you’d see it.
“I don’t care what you look like, I’ll love you regardless” you whisper as he forces his eyes open to find a genuine smile on your face, is eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall over his cheeks.
Without another word he leaned in and met your lips, hands shaking as he held you close. He could feel the heat of his cheeks worsening as his cheeks grew wet with tears, happy tears.
I'm thinking of a dragon!reader with genji and hanzo (maybe kiriko?). I just thought it'd kind of be funny or cute 😭
Have a nice day! -🍓
Day Nine
A Dragon Seriously?
Side note: thank you strawberry anon for always being so kind and patient and being one of my loyal fans from the beginning I hope you are doing okay and I’m so sorry for having this be so delayed.
Short one again. I Iike the idea of genji dragon having it own personality and it own sets of emotion outside of it owner personality.
Genji day was going very much fantastic. Angela had fixed up his robotic arm that was causing trouble among missions because of the reflexes were slower than his other arm. So he didn’t have to worry about calculating his stances and reaction time among missions.
His mission for stopping talon was successful with no civilian harmed physically some may have trouble with there houses being destroyed but insurance and helped from the government could cover that payment.
His relationship with his brother was strong as ever this morning before the mission happen his brother and him had went to a small cafe and caught up on his life, how he had been doing, what they plan for the future and obviously Hanzo considerate and pleading for Genji to allow him to repay him for almost killing Genji. Which Genji politely said no.
So why on one of the most fantastic days of his life could he not find his partner who for the rest of the day he wanted to spend quality time with, soba his dragon wasn’t helping much either as right when he walked into there share apartment instantly made a beeline for there bedroom so that soba could relax on the cat bed they got for the dragon and bask in the sunlight.
The house seemed empty with no odd noises that would be an insight for someone being there. Nothing was untouched from when they went to bed last night. Which concerned Genji. You had always gotten up Atleast made coffee or at-least had your dish from this morning making breakfast in the sink. Waiting for you to put it in the dishwasher when you got home.
He had known you were a grown adult your life was your own you could do whatever you want legally with no repercussions but why did today, how the house felt seem off and abandon. A small noise was heard in the bathroom. He would shrug it off about it just being sobs if it weren’t for the fact Soba came running back out with a scared expression roaring in terror. The only other time Soba had did this was when he was slashed down by his brother and was caught off guard.
His medal footsteps clank on the hardwood floor as he instantly rushed to the bedroom to see the commotion. Looking inside the bedroom with his sword unsheathed he sees what cause sobs to be frighten a big dragon laid on the bed spread out on it. The head of it laid on the pillow while it body curled and twist on the bed with the tail hanging off the bed.
His face that didn’t have his faceplate on showed his shocked expression his eyes looked around for his partner as he was careful not to startle the dragon, he slowly puts his sword back in it sheath as he took a step back. Soba let a yelp and a hiss out waking up the dragon. Genji let out a deep breath using the technique he learned from Zenyatta as he was ready to face this dragon if he needed to.
The dragon lazily looked over at the dragon and the man. Gave a lazy tongue sticking out and rolled it eyes. Rolling over using the blanket to cover themselves they try to fall back asleep but to no avail cause of there massive size and the staring they gave another look at Genji as they realized the man wasn’t being funny or laughing. Looking down they raised their eyebrow before looking up. In an instant his partner appeared and the dragon was gone and disappeared only leaving behind pink twinkles in there presence.
“ I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.”
They recounted the whole story about how they got turned into a dragon proving there point by showing there dragon that hanged off it shoulder on command. There unimpressed gaze at Genji shocked one, as they answered multiple layers of question as when he finally had no more questions a sighed was realized placing a hand on their face. They hope it satisfied Genji.
“ so yeah… i can command and turned into a dragon i hope this doesn’t make it weird and awkward… I’m surprised your shock about me being haft dragon and being able to turn into one but not the Talking Gorilla and the intelligent hamster that has an attitude worse than all mean girls combined together.”
A laugh was on there lips as they covered there mouth. Joking about the situation and being so relaxed. It was normal for humans to be concerned and shocked about stuff out of the norm but when was Overwatch daily lives ever in the true norm.
The power that they wielded were both impressive but also very powerful. In future battles now knowing they don’t have to hide it anymore from anyone, they knew the future to come with missions and fighting side by side would be successful.
“ Soba and your dragon must do a competition to see who the true winner of coolest dragon!”
“ sorry genji but i think our dragons would get the title of most laziest , both of them force us to carry them to get there food. That the most uncalled for thing i have seen in a long time.”
There were grumbling dragons in the next room as they heard one of their owner talk about them being lazy. Both were curled up next to eachother basking in the sun as they had a tongue sticking out at there owners who teased them for there laziness.
Huhu! Sry same gal again from last req! I just realized with my last request that bw!assistant timeline with the bw cast could be maybe fun to read if you got any hc or drabbles for it :D also Im considering rn to make some doodles based on some of your post/hcs they r just too goooooood<33 i feel inspired
(18+mdni) anon i would go apeshit for doodles that is so SWEET, take my random ass thoughts on this cuz we love assistant reader here on my blog!!
Gabriel is the stern figurehead who keeps everyone in line, and is probably tied with Moira in last place in terms to warming up to the whole sharing idea. He's easily swayed once you settle in though, because you're good at your job and help keep whatever stress he has mounting at bay. (Shoulder massages and plentiful glasses of bourbon whiskey goes a long way.) He often has to step in when the boys are being a tad too rough with you, reminding Genji & Cassidy that bench pressing you as a test of strength in whatever dick measuring contest they have going on won't mean anything when he's around because he's your favourite anyway.
Behind closed doors is a little different. Gabriel allows you an insight to his tender side, not only his stress but his wants and desires. Many a night have you been spread over thick thighs, quivering legs braced either side of him as he works, a smug smile spread over his lips as you twitch around him and beg for any semblance of relief as he steadies you with a large hand on your hip. He won't relent until you're blubbering and flexing your cute little nails into his skin, barely able to make a dent in him as his fat cock nudges against the deepest parts of you. Only then will Gabriel coo mockingly at you, putting his datapad down to fuck you silly over his desk.
You're kept safe and and warm and hidden. Tucked away like one of Blackwatch's many secrets. Gabe protects what belongs to him, and as far as he's concerned? You're one of his, and he's happy to do what it takes to keep it that way. (Plus, his boys like you. And it keeps them busy enough to stop annoying him.)
Cassidy laid the charm on thick as soon as you stepped through the damn door. A pretty secretary, just for them? Oh, he was smitten from the get go. He spends most of his free time draped over your desk as you type away, shooting him an amused look every now and then when you catch him giving you goo-goo eyes. You ask him why he would bore himself like this, and he always replies in the same old way that has your heart fluttering every time. Ain't nothing boring around you, darlin. Reyes often drags him off by the scruff, his hat drooping clumsily on his head as he blows a kiss to you on the way out.
Usually the one to help keep a sense of normalcy for you within Blackwatch, often taking you out to bars and bistros he's familiar with despite Reyes' warnings. Cassidy will happily take any scolding for you, anything to see the pretty secretary smile.
And I'm afraid to say it, but he's an absolute horndog who can't get enough of the attention you give him. Even just curling your fingers under his hairy chin to pull him in for a cheeky kiss has Cassidy harder than stone, the hot mass prodding into your thigh persistently until you do something about it. And if he's not humping into your pretty pussy at the speed of light or eating you out with utmost enjoyment, then he's plopping his hat onto your head while you ride him within an inch of his life. Giddyup, Cowgirl.
Genji was almost elusive when first meeting you, but his hesitation's quickly sobered when you didn't treat him like a monster because of his synthetic appearance. He started to avoid you less and less until he began inviting you along to meditate, or vying for your attention in silly, stupid bets with Cassidy. He's a little old fashioned in his approach, too, leaving behind meaningful gifts at your desk to show that he listens and cares. And whilst he's outwardly the sweetest, you know the mischief that lies behind Genji's cool exterior.
(You take him up on his offer to train you, just a few basic moves so that you can defend yourself. And as good as you get, he'll always be better, putting your ass on the mat for the millionth time and making you pout playfully when he chalks it up to his ninja skills, a humble offering to soothe your bruised ego.)
And he definitely puts his ninja skills to good use by sneaking up on you, making you jump as he surrounds you from behind, your soft body settling perfectly against his own. He takes advantage of the positioning to part your soft thighs from behind, the skin so plush and unmarred unlike his own, Genji can't help but want to bury himself within it. It's often how you end up being fingered until you can barely speak, or being eaten out from under your desk while you try not to break your cool. And when he's not making your life hell by trying to get you caught, he's whisking you away to somewhere a little more private so he can fuck your thighs and bury his face into your neck to inhale that warm scent of yours.
Moira is on strict orders not to scare you off, but the warning only entices her closer. She's slow to approach, like you're a rabbit that might break into a sprint once you catch a hint of her wolfish scent on the wind. But you don't. You're a hardy, spirited little thing and she certainly wants a piece of you now, listening to you talk with her hands clasped behind her back and her head inclined towards you, her eyes bright and predatory and intrigued. It has you flustered and often seeking her approval, something she likes.
As odd as any other Blackwatch agent may find her, you often find yourself drawn back to Moira's presence. You talk about any and all things to her and most times her response is something so decadently intelligent that it flusters you to no end, and she's all too pleased to indulge in whatever information about yourself that you share to her.
She also enjoys using her knowledge to her advantage, helping you discover new things about your body that you may not have even known yourself, pushing you to absolute limits with experiments purely for her own enjoyment. Experiments such as the amount of times you can cum in one session with her, good thing she knows the exact right spot to reach with her fingers, hm?
y’all ready for this?? bc I certainly did not know what I was getting into when I wrote it. 23 pages and 11k words, and we’re complete! There are parts of this I really like and there’s parts I really am iffy on, but they complete each other and I am happy to write it for all of you. I hope it flows evenly and accurately, that’s all.
THANK YOU for your support on the first part. The outpouring of love and happy comments really surprised me and warmed my heart. My followers are the best and I really wouldn’t be the author I am without you all. I have tagged those who mentioned a part two on part one, so y’all wouldn’t miss it. :)
without further ado…SPLIT’S FINAL PART!
theme: walk me home in the dead of night / I can’t be alone with all that’s on my mind
warnings: oh god yeah reader’s emotional state is like 400% worse, violence and gore, angst
masterlist available in description!
Genji was released from the medical bay within eight hours of returning from the Talon base. He had been restless and snappy though the entire exam, causing Angela to run extra diagnostics on his equipment and ask him multiple times if he was in pain. He replied and told her no, no more than usual, but… that was a lie. Something was aching within his chest, but it wasn’t physical; his spirit hurt, Soba was restless, and he needed to find out why. The dragon had only ever acted like this once before, and that was when her brothers had struck her down, without remorse or feeling. This ache was similar but foreign, and Genji was agitated and short with Angela for reasons Soba was trying to explain. The medic let him go, reluctant but unable to deny the normal limits of the tests, and Genji beelined for his master’s favorite spot on Gibraltar. Agents stepped out of his way, Soldier 76 nodding at him in passing; the ninja didn’t even acknowledge, strides long and spoken for as her shouldered open the emergency exit.
His silent steps took him to a cliff overlooking the sea, with the spray from the ocean and the breeze from the south ever present and gentle. Here was the preferred spot of the calm omnic, the calamity of Overwatch life fading into the tide. The water from the waves was cooling and refreshing here, the background noise of the regular shifts of the water providing an easy metronome for breathing exercises. The grass was exceptionally green and the spot gave a glorious view of the sunrise and sunset, the rise and fall of each day, the old giving way to the new. The omnic liked the spot because of the sense of peace it gave. He was there as Genji strode into the area, floating and humble as ever, not moving as the ninja approached.
“Master,” Genji started, hasty and reeling; what were these emotions? Why was he feeling like this? He was extremely well trained and thought he had a handle on his thoughts and actions; why did losing you, someone he barely knew, affect him so much? “Just what is going on?”
“My student,” Zenyatta spoke; Genji could detect some strain behind the omnic’s voice, unnoticeable to most. He also looked more tense, like mediation and the scenery wasn’t helping with whatever was troubling him. Zenyatta continued, offering the spot next to him. “You do not need to ask me. All the answers to your queries are inside you. Simply think, and let them come to you.”
Slowly, Genji bent his knees and rested his fists on his knees, hesitant. He was unsure of what he would find when he tapped into his spirit, but Soba was anxious and snarling, alighting his nerves with the motivation to do something. Genji relaxed as best he could, fingers clenched into his palm, ankles crossed under him. He breathed out, closed his eyes, and focused. The sword on his back alighted, green glow vibrant and invigorated, the dragon healthy and active again. Soba manifested on Genji’s shoulders, before growing to her full form and swirling angrily above his head, the green glow the last thing he sensed before the tug behind his stomach notified him that Soba was dragging him into her memories.
She had something to say, and she wanted to be heard.
anyway this is the product of my stubborn ass wanting to read a certain thing and not finding the thing so I wrote the thing (damn it).
32 pages, 15.6k words; this is my contribution to the overwatch fandom. This will be added to the list of fandoms as of today! There will be another part to this if it is well received. If not, it will be a stand alone tale. Enjoy!
theme: been a long time comin’ / couldn’t keep on runnin’ / and it’s time to let go of someone that I used to know
warnings: ah yeah like violence, MC has SEVERE anxiety, also me jsut havin’ a good time and rolling with some headcannons
masterlist link available in blog description
Dark clouds swirling, you glanced up from your mug on your front porch, observing the wind chime haphazardly singing a warning of the oncoming storm. Unusual; your neck of the woods rarely saw such strong winds and gales, and you wondered if this was a natural storm or something else. Rumors were swirling that Overwatch had been recalled, their agents active and mobilizing, but when the shopkeeper in town had warned you you merely shrugged and hefted your bag of supplies over your shoulder, giving a wave as you did. Exiting the shop, you cocked your head and thought about inquiring more, before you adjusted your long sleeves and out of season gloves, shrugging as you made your way to your beat up truck. You had no more interest in politics or wars; you enjoyed your simple life, wilderness at your back door and early mornings rising with the sun. You had earned it.
A crack of thunder caught your attention, and heavy rain began to fall; you deduced it was a good time to enter the cabin to wait out the storm, but as you turned something caught your eye. A flash of green and a mighty roar falling to earth, before lightning lit up the sky and it vanished, but not the presence; trees cracked and splintered, groaning under weight they could no longer sustain; birds taking to the air when their natural instinct would be to wait out the storm, wildlife fleeing the treeline and rushing past your home. Your heart gave a frightened thud, wondering just what had fallen to Earth.
All parts of you told you to return inside, ignore it; you were not the person you once were. Your last stunt of clouded judgement had almost gotten you killed, and forever changed who you were.
“I won’t do it,” you muttered. “I’m safe here. What if it’s dangerous, (Y/N)? Don’t do it.”
Muttering to yourself, you winced as another roar let loose through the trees, one that drifted off into a whine and a hiss. Pausing, you listened again, but heard nothing. That sounded like something in pain, and your heart gave a jolt as you heard it, fingers idly playing with your gloves as you thought.
You could help whatever it was; you had the power. Maybe. If it cooperated.
Should you even try, though? Last time, you were nearly killed.
But…
“Goddamn,” you hissed, spinning on your heel, disgusted with yourself.
Hand on the doorknob, you sighed, wrenching it open and returning to the porch in your yellow raincoat and high waders, flipping the hood onto your head and holding it there as the rain threatened to rip it off. Flicking on your torch, you trudged into your muddy yard and to the treeline, shining your light and peering into the dark. There was nothing apparent at first glance, but you could see the fleeing tracks of wildlife in the mud and you followed them in the opposite direction, breathing fast and flight reflex high. Any sign of danger, you were out of there.
You knew you were on the right path when the trees showed signs of breakage, and glancing around with your torch, you realized whatever had come through here was large; two spruces were clean cut from their bases, a maple torn up by its roots. A large gorge was carved into the dirt, and as you cautiously peeked around an upturned boulder, your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your panic rise.
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