Where the fuck my genrat shippers at

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Where the fuck my genrat shippers at
Enamor Me
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
“What’s White Day?”
Jamie blinked a little, listening as Hanzo explained the holiday. Apparently it was for men to tell their love interests how they felt, by making them chocolates or something. He huffed a little, wondering if Genji would want something....he didn’t seem the type.
But, then again, Jamie had heard the stories by now. About how Genji used to be showered in love confessions and sex and chocolate. Maybe he was expecting something. What if other people were going to give him things!? Just because he had a cyborg body it didn’t make him less attractive!
Hell, he might be hotter. And even better in bed than he was then! Jamie couldn’t let that shit stand.
“Show me how ta make chocolates, mate!”
Hanzo, at first, had seemed happy to teach Jamie. Wanting to help make his brother happy...but after the third exploding double burner he gave up, hissing for him to go buy chocolate.
But Jamie didn’t give up...and he had a better idea.
Which was how Genji found Jamie standing in the middle of his room over a tarp, completely nude before pouring chocolate on himself.
“Happy White Day, mate!” he said cheerily, leading to Genji doubling over in hysterics.
Humor Me
Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.
This was a bad idea.
Genji knew this was a bad idea. But here he was, standing with Jamie in the middle of the hallway, holding a bucket filled with water balloons that were filled with some of the liquid that made Mei’s gun work.
This was an awful idea.
But hell, he was in it now and Genji wanted to see where this went. Jamie took a few of the balloons, tossing them at the floor, watching as it iced over. Genji knew Jamie was fascinated by snow but he wasn’t quite sure what the idea was.
Until the bucket was empty, the floor was an ice sheet, and Jamie was running at it as quickly as he could.
A slide...
The little genius had made a slide.
Genji bounced up and down, tossing himself at it. “Wait for me!”
Break Me
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Genji hadn’t thought too much about it, he just moved on instinct.
Jamie hadn’t seen the Agent coming as he controlled his rip-tire, the ninja jumping to deflect the hail of bullets. He managed...up until the anti-tank rifle. That...that was an issue.
Accept Me
Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/
It took getting used to.
The quirks of Genji’s cyborg body often made Jamie a little....squirmy. He was a lot like an omnic in some ways, Genji could go without eating and sleeping for days, his eyes focused and sharp like a predator, like he was programmed to kill whatever was in his way.
But then...Jamie knew how human Genji was under the metal and mesh. How sweet his voice could turn, how soft his human hand was, how warm and pliable he was on lazy mornings.
But he also knew that Genji was cold blooded as anyone, more so than many Jamie had known in Australia. Even the most ruthless killers in Junkertown would react in some way when they killed, a laugh or a scream. But Genji never did, just flicked his blade and kept moving. It sent a chill down Junkrat’s spine sometimes, other times it was so damned hot he couldn’t stand it.
It took a lot of getting used to.
But one day...it didn’t
One day, Jamie woke up to find Genji curled into his chest, the cyborg still snoozing, his dark green hair mussed from the night before, his vents quietly letting steam out into the air and Jamie wasn’t bothered by the strangeness. He didn’t get that sudden bolt of fear.
It was just Genji. Not Genji the Cyborg or Genji the ninja or Genji the assassin.
Genji.
And Jamie smiled, placing a hand on his metallic waist and shutting his eyes again.
Call Me
“You’ve been gone for ages, mate! When are ya gettin’ back?”
A chuckle.
“I am sorry, dear, but it’ll be another week. Do not worry.”
“Ughhh I’m so bored without ya here! It ain’t fun and ya’ve been gone a whole week already. How long can recon take?”
“Long enough...”
“Where are ya now?”
“Oh, back at the hotel, we are resting.”
“Ya alone?”
“Yes.”
“Right....what are ya wearing?”
Zip Me (u no who it is)
Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
“Jamie,” Genji began, chuckling as the taller man squirmed, “do not move so much, I cannot button this correctly if you wiggle from my grip.”
“Ya know, mate,” Jamie huffed, looking down as Genji worked at the boot, “normally I have a better time when ya’re on your knees.” He had no idea how he’d gotten roped into this.