Team "I WAS TURNED INTO A LIVING WEAPON AGAINST MY WILL" club and it's just Bastion, Widowmaker, Sigma, and Emre sitting around in a circle not talking to each other.
Genji is the honorary fifth member, he gives guest lectures. Illari also gets to hang out even though she's not a "true" member.
synopsis: before his death, you fell pregnant with genji’s child. a year later, you get an unexpected visitor.
warnings: angst, pregnancy mention, reader and genji have a baby together, heavily canon divergent but thats ok bcs ow doesn’t follow their own lore lowkey, not really proofread, angst with a happy ending, angst with comfort
a/n: i just wanted to write something angsty i have no excuse… also i was/am sleep deprived writing this so if there’s typos im sorryy </3 i’d make this a series but idk! so far i have as much for 2 parts planned. blackwatch!dad!genji concept ily… anyway i hope u enjoy :)
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“Why?!”
Hanzo winced at your pained cry.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”
Your bleary eyes were brimming with tears, burning into the man in front of you. A man whom, before this very moment, you thought to be just like kin. A brother; supposed to be in law soon. Your voice had wavered through overpowering emotions that shook your frame. Grief, sorrow, anger, resentment— guilt.
“It was an order to not inform anyone,” The older man, your— someone who used to be— your best friend voiced coldly. Though you can see through his bullshit, his eyes always betrayed him. Hanzo Shimada was never good at hiding himself from you or his brother.
Tears cascaded down your face, hand cupping your mouth as you dropped onto the floor beneath you. You tried to muffle your sobs, you really did. Nothing was able to process within your shattered mind at this moment. How long you were crying on your bedroom floor in front of him, you don’t know. Your hands shook as you tried to self-soothe, hugging yourself and heaving.
Hanzo knew your reaction would be worse than he could ever imagine. Your shaking form shattering his own heart. He saw you as a little sister, for fuck’s sake. Your sobs were almost as gutural as screams; your agony and pain too much to contain in your body. He knew how much this would rattle you; and if he were to face karma from anyone— it had to be you.
He so desperately needed it to be you, if not him.
If not Genji, he needed you to take the initiative and bestow any sick form of karma unto him. Hanzo needed to hollow out the immeasurable guilt he felt. The guilt he’d been clinging on for weeks. Selfishly, he needed you to dish it out.
“That’s why—“ You gasped desperately for air between sobs. “That’s why he nev— never wrote me ba— back?”
Hanzo knelt down in front of you. He didn’t want to meet your gaze, but he needed to. Your eyes were swollen red, flooded with pure despair. Your face puffy and wet just the same.
“Yes,” He confirmed, his voice betraying him.
You pause, your face in such a broken expression at the confession. Putting your hands over your stomach, you start to shake more and curl into yourself. Your head hung low as your sobs were more silent this time, but still loud enough for the traitor in front of you to hear.
“He’ll never know…” Your voice trails, getting lost somewhere in your throat.
Hanzo knits his brows together, noticing you basically clutching your stomach. His eyes widen upon realization— and his soul sinks to the depths of his stomach. Anxiety and guilt eat away at him; skin prickling from the nape of his neck all the way throughout his body. His blood ran cold.
“(Y/n)…” He whispered, almost inaudibly. He didn’t want you to confirm his suspicions. Not now, please, not now.
Without looking up at Hanzo, you nod weakly. Your body felt as though every bone was replaced with lead.
“I’m pregnant,” You confess, an emotionless chuckle escaping your strained throat. “Genji’s the father.”
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You haven’t spoken to Hanzo for about a year.
Your baby girl had arrived safely, and by the grace of the universe, you survived too. The pregnancy was something you did not wish to look back upon. Carrying such deep grief of your fiancé’s death as well as the very creation of the love you held for one another was painful. You can’t imagine how many sleepless nights you lost crying out in agony. Your personal maid calling in your midwife constantly to have you checked on.
It was your lowest.
You try not to think about it, despite your therapist’s best efforts to help you process.
Holding your baby girl in your arms, you rock back and forth within the rocking chair on the patio. It’s just outside your room. You forget how many times you and Genji would escape here when your family would host their infamous parties. His presence in your life was like glitter; everywhere you looked. Even here, in your arms.
Her name was Sakura. A simple, popular name, but it was one you two had talked about in love-drunk hypotheticals. When the thought of starting a family together was so foreign and far away. The conversation sparked long ago, when you two were so much younger.
“…and for a girl?” You asked Genji, drawing circles on his clothed chest. The two of you cuddled up together in bed within his room. The moonlight pouring throughout the room framed his face perfectly.
“Hmm,” He thinks, tilting his head with an adorable slight pout. “I think Sakura would be cute. She’d be powerful with such a name.” He smiles, looking down at you with hearts in his eyes.
You mirrored the look, raising an eyebrow. “Why Sakura?” A bubbly giggle following the question.
Without missing a beat, Genji’s smile grows brighter. He chuckled as he started to play with your hair. “Our first kiss was under a sakura tree, remember?”
Your heart suffocates at the distant memory.
You hold your little one slightly tighter. It was bittersweet for you, holding someone who used to be just a passing thought. It hurts equally now that Genji would never actually get to see her, his little Sakura.
It’s time for bed, you decide.
Getting up from your seat, you sluggishly walk over to Sakura’s crib and gently place her tiny sleeping body down. Your family’s mansion is more than capable to house Sakura her own room, but you decided against it. It was easier to have her here, with you, safe. If she were in another room, she’d be out of your reach, heaven forbid anything happens. You had more than enough security yourself. The thought of also not raising Sakura or not seeing her little milestones made you uneasy. You didn’t want a random nanny raising her for you.
Besides, at first, your parents were deeply upset at Sakura’s existence. It’s not like they hated her, or you, you know that. It’s just the fact that a Shimada heir was living under their roof unbeknownst to the aforementioned clan. With your family having ties to them… it makes things real messy. Especially since Genji’s death.
It would have been so much easier if you two just eloped sooner.
Regardless, Sakura has her father’s last name and blood. Currently, she and your pregnancy had stayed a secret to everyone who wasn’t within (L/n) walls. It had to be that way, for her protection and yours. Other than that, your parents did absolutely adore Sakura. No one can stay truly angry at an infant for too long, especially not disgustingly wealthy newfound grandparents. Sakura’s safety was everyone’s priority first and foremost, no matter what.
You bend down and gently place a kiss on her cheek, as light as a feather to not wake her. It was late, around 3:30 AM. You and her couldn’t sleep, both for different reasons. You’re just grateful Sakura is finally getting her shut-eye.
You lean back, hands on the railing of the crib. Studying her, your lips bloom into such a melancholic smile.
She looks so much like her father.
You turn to walk back to close your patio’s door, until—
“(Y/n),”
You nearly trip and fall upon seeing a robotic… human? Silhouette standing tall on your patio. Your body freezes, until you glance at your sleeping baby’s form in her crib. Immediately, you hear your heart within your ears.
Putting your shaky hands up, you try to calm yourself down from hyperventilating. “Who are you?” You ask, trying to steady tour tone and not show panic as much as possible. “How did you get past security?”
A chuckle sounded from the figure in front of you. It sounded metallic… but oddly familiar.
“I know this place very well,” They said, their hand reaching up to their visor. Your gut twists in anticipation— inching closer to your baby’s crib in case this motherfucker tried to—
With a hiss, the visor popped off from the stranger’s face. Slowly, they take it off, their face looking down as the shadows of the night shrouded their features. They gently set it down on a nearby table by the patio entrance.
When he looked up, your whole world came to a freeze.
Frozen in time, you nearly stop breathing taking in the features of the man…robot…person before you. Your arms drop to your sides for a moment, then immediately covering your mouth— terrified.
“You’re dead,” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. Whether if it was reassurance for your sanity, or a question for him, neither of you will know. “H— Hanzo told me… he told me you…”
The man takes a slow stride towards you, drinking your presence in. You let him; insanity may has well already taken over you. If you were hallucinating a cyborg version of your dead fiancé, maybe it was time to strengthen your medication. But this felt real. The piercingly passionate gaze his eyes held in them as he looked down at you. The way he gently took his hands (one human, one cybernetic) and let them hold yours away from your face. The way his own fingers intertwined with yours.
It felt terrifyingly real.
“I’m here, my dove,” Genji halts your tsunami of thoughts with just his words. “I was…miraculously saved by good people.”
You didn’t know what to think. How could he be alive? How was he saved? So many questions, so many emotions overpowering your ability to even speak. Tears already pouring down your shellshocked face.
Freeing your hands from his own, you tackle him down into an embrace. Hitting the floor unceremoniously with a grunt, he very quickly returns it as his arms securely wrap around your form. Genji nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, a shaky sigh leaving him. Hearing your quiet sobs broke his heart— he can’t imagine how you sounded when you found out he had “died.” He didn’t want to even think about it right now. Right now, he was just as desperate to feel you as you were with him. To hold you once more.
“Yo— You died,” You sobbed. “You died. You were dead— your clan confirmed to our family you were dead.” Breaking away, you looked up at Genji, confusion all over your face. You desperately looked into his eyes for answers; eyes you noticed were not his usual color. As opposed to a rich dark brown, a deep red looked back at you. “What happened to your body— your eyes, my love, what happened to you?”
Your hands travelled from tracing the scars on his face and his human arm, to raking his black hair, to roaming around on his cyborg chest and hand. Your hands took his large cyborg one, tracing your fingers on its palm. You wonder if he can feel sensations on it.
Looking back up at him, you see a very… complex expression on his face. Genji’s eye contact was avoidant, pain and anger seeping through his emotions. Noticing this, you take your hands and gently cup his scarred face to face yours.
“My love,” You dote, almost in a begging tone. “Please, tell me everything. I— I feel like I’m hallucinating.”
Genji’s expression softens. He had to remind himself you were just confused, scared, and lost. He can imagine seeing your dead lover after a year was… definitely not the most easiest thing to digest. Especially in the form her took now; so familiar yet vastly different. His human hand takes one of yours and presses it against his face, kissing it softly.
“I am real,” Genji nods, eyes meeting yours once more. “My body was rebuilt by skilled doctors— an organization called Overwatch had taken me in.”
“Overwatch?” You parrot, blinking in confusion. You’ve heard the name on the news before— they were so-called selfless heroes of the people.
Genji shakes his head. “I will explain further another time,” Standing up, he guides you up on your feet with him. You follow, not wanting to let go of his hands. In the back of your head, you felt that if you were to let go, he’d disappear from your life once more.
He looks over at Sakura’s crib, her little form still soundly asleep. He let go of your hands and made his way over to her. As he walked over, you noted that he… had no footsteps, somehow. Trotting quietly after him, you hug yourself to soothe the anxiety bubbling within. You can’t take your eyes off of her, somewhat scared to face him, for some reason.
Genji doesn’t say a word for a while. The two of you stand there, side by side, for what felt like forever. In reality, it was probably ten or fifteen minutes. You glanced up at him, his gaze misty. His eyes were glossy; confused.
Looking back down at your daughter, you feel your worries ease as she turns and tosses slightly. You smile a bit to yourself. She was your pride and joy, how much she was a representation of the love you and Genji had was astounding. She had your complexion and hair texture— everything else? Sakura was the spitting image of Genji in every other department. Even the color of his hair.
Genji tears his gaze away from Sakura, the two of you meeting eyes. It was charged tension. A melancholic charge.
“Who…is the father?” He asked, swallowing a lump in his throat nervously.
A quiet, dry laugh leaves your throat. Looking away from Genji, you wipe the tears that pool in your eyes again.
“She’s a Shimada,” You confess, voice wavering as you turn to face Genji again. “She’s your daughter, Genji.”
His red eyes widen in disbelief. It almost looked as though he was relieved. “You mean— that trip we took to Hanaoka—“
You nod.
Upon your confirmation, Genji embraces you again. His face is in your neck once more, and you feel a wetness on your nape. He’s crying. You wrap your arms around him, rubbing soothing circles on the flesh side of his back.
“I’m so sorry, my (Y/n),” Genji sobs quietly, holding you closer as if you’d slip through his protective grasp. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you,” He frees his face from your nape, hands cupping your own tear-stained face. “Can…can I kiss you?”
You giggle and nod wordlessly, and immediately, his lips clash into yours desperately. They were soft, and taste vaguely of almond of all things. You return his kiss; hunger and sorrow evident within it. You missed how his lips felt; and he, yours.
He breaks away, his forehead resting upon yours. His hands never leaving your face, your own hanging off his wrists.
“I’m so proud of you, my (Y/n),” Genji sighs, catching his breath. “Please, show me any memories you’ve captured. Tell me everything about your pregnancy.”
A huge part of Genji was upset at his past for missing the opportunity to see his fiancé’s pregnancy glow. He’ll just have to add that to the list of things he needed to come to terms with.
You giggle, full smile glowing onto your face. “I’ll tell and show you everything another time,”
Genji laughs softly at his own words being used against him. Departing his touch from you, his human hand still holding one of yours, he looks over at the baby— his baby’s— unconscious form.
“What is her name?” He asked, eyes never leaving his daughter.
You intertwine your fingers into his shyly, looking down at them. “Sakura,” You say. “Sakura Shimada,”
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a/n: oouugh the thought of genji learning to love himself and accept himself while navigating fatherhood… my angsty soul yearns for more of this content but i must write it myself 💔💔 if any of u find a fic w a fimilar concept PLLEAAAASEEEE tell me bcs i havent found any 🥹
but here’s to my blackwatch genji likers!!!!! also i’m like 100% sure this is not canon aligned but idgaf i just love this concept so im running with it LOL fuck it we ball!!!! anyway goodnight its 1 am
also i hope i was good at making reader’s race not… apparent? like, up for your interpretation, as well as the baby’s. ofc if reader is gonna have a baby its gonna take on specific characteristics of her, so i tried to incorporate that here! :)
