#ninja bae

[funsizedbirb]

...yes.

[seasons-of-ceres]

I have seen a HC floating around that like Hanzo, Genji has a dragon tattoo somewhere on his body; how about a scenario where with Genji's SO paints the dragon (where is up to you) on Genji's armour so that it can be temporarily visible again?

Hanamura is quiet in the winter, not any less dangerous, but subdued in a way that makes appear more docile. The streets are mostly empty, those giant sakura trees are blanketed with snow and tipped with sharp icicles. Genji is somber, taking long walks at midnight when he thinks you’re asleep. Hanzo stays in a completely different hotel whenever the three of you are assigned missions in Hanamura, and in the early morning you can see him perched on his balcony across the street, watching. He and Genji do not speak much outside of mission requirements, since reconnecting Hanamura will always leave a bad taste in the mouth.

But you’re restless, feeding off of Genji’s discomfort being so close to home and brother in a season where everything is suspended in death-like sleep. He must’ve “died” somewhere close by, you wonder if he visits that place, mourning the boy he once was. The day you three are to leave, Hanzo moves into your hotel and secludes himself in a corner running inventory. Genji lounges with you cradled in his lap, his arms loose around your waist as you play with the sash secured to the base of his skull. You picked up some souvenirs from local shops – ornate chopsticks, a fan, at least one kimono, and a small amount of paint.

Creeping out of Genji’s lap, you pull it out along with a bamboo paintbrush and a dry erase marker. At first Genji thinks you’re just making sure everything is packed, but then you crawl back into his lap and start mapping out a design on his left arm. Misty clouds that swirl and congregate from his chest down to his wrist. Bright thunderbolts, all angles in contrast against the soft curls of the clouds. The dragon takes the longest, each individual scale, the sharp claws, the flowing whiskers and snarling mouth, keen eyes. Genji does not move, captured by each detail you painstaking draw; you stared at Hanzo’s tattoo enough times you get a general feel for what the tattoo should look like. But you want it to be different, unique, new.

You pull out the paint cans and wet the brush in water, sighing deeply and rotating your shoulders and wrists. You ensure the paint will come off, either over the course of a three days or a very heavy rain. And then you begin, dipping the brush into the green paint and filling in those bubbly clouds, the sky behind the coiling dragon, the scales. Hanzo breaks away from his work to sit nearer and watch, eyeing your determined face, nearly smirking as your pink tongue peeks out from between your lips. A few coats go by, Genji sighs and you kiss his helm, stretching languidly and reaching for the small can of yellow paint, filling in the lightning bolts in a few minutes. Looking between the brothers, there is a clear difference – Hanzo’s tattoo is more heavily influenced by tradition while you’ve modernized Genji’s a tad. Still, when you lie back against the floor with a groan, you watch the ninja rise and examine your work in the mirror. It’s hard to tell his expression, but once all the paint dries he finds himself tracing over your line work with reverence.

“It’ll glow in the dark if it gets enough light,” you muse from the floor, spinning the can around so the words “GLOWS IN THE DARK!” are more easily viewed. Genji nods after a moment, returning to his seat against the bed. Hanzo nods, impressed.

“It’s beautiful, (Y/N).” Genji says quietly and you smile lazily, crawling back up and into his lap.

“I’m glad.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for some time.”

“Just a bit. Figured it be nice for you to see the dragon again, if only for a little while.” You nuzzle against his chest, smiling as the dragon in turns curls around you.

“Thank you.,” he says sincerely. “Thank you.”

[seasons-of-ceres]

First Date: Genji x Reader

You know that off hand comment I made before, about being a bit of a romantic? Or the one where I said I’d do anything for the ninja bae? I should change my tagline to “Huge sap right here”.

Genji Shimada has been here before, but never with you, and it scares him. This isn’t his first trip in the saddle; he’s lost count of all those paramour lovers, temporary flings, one-night stands, spur of the moment, childhood acquaintances, distractions that disappeared and Father won’t tell him where they went. He wants – needs – this to be different. He is the shore eroded by white sprays of waves, chipping away at the man until he became less of one – cyborg, spare parts, inhuman, monster – and you, beautiful, loving, understanding, you. Acceptance of himself was assured under the guidance of Zenyatta, but for you to waltz into his life and accept him with so little judgement, and so much compassion. You were unplanned, a message in a bottle.

So, when the sliding doors to the meditation room open, he doesn’t register your presence until your arms wind around him. Genji freezes up, his head dizzy and you’re in front of him, holding in your smooth, unscarred hands his own. What must you be thinking, little sparrow? Only something so gentle could tame a dragon such as himself, only a sparrow would crawl into the mouth of a dragon and not be harmed. His heart softens for you, opening up and letting you search among his doubts and pour them out. Oh, but you do love him, don’t you? Cyborg, spare parts, inhuman, monster. These words he had heard from others, but never from your lips. You call him many things, childish nicknames or endearments, you say his name with individual joy for him and him alone.

“This date thing is really stumping you, huh?” You kiss his palms.

“Am I so obvious?”

“I wouldn’t go that far, sparrowhawk. Mind letting me take the reins?”

“Please do. I…wanted today to be special, I didn’t want to repeat what I have done with others.” Genji admits, his head lowering a fraction. You see it and you smile at him, kissing his helm and pulling him up to his feet.

“That’s what you were worried about? Babe,” you put your arms about his neck. “That’s awfully sweet of you, really, no joke. But I’ll let you in on a little secret of mine.”

“Oh?” And his hands are on your waist.

“As long as I’m with you, everything is special.”

[deciduqueen]

Kaze and Saizo got into a bloody fistfight over how an herbal remedy should be applied. That’s canon.

What is wrong with their family.

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