#ow fic

[momentofmemory]

last sentence game

tagged by @scribeoffate 🥰

Rules: write the latest line(s) from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the (last) line ish.

from open wound:

The light from Scott’s phone bounces off the puddles on the ground, weakly illuminating the path in front of him.

tagging: @seek--rest, @friendofspidermannedleeds, @daughterofluthien, @sees-writes, @mitch-pell, @lukemolinas, @feeisamarshmallow, @bericas, @vernonboydz

[thataveragewriter]

Hello, I will please like to as for a request if its not a bother,Hanzo a fem s\o, she is a trainee in overwatch and she wants to join, due to that she has to fight against hanzo cause he is one of the best fighters, but everyone readers loses of course, and hanzo feels bad for her, but he can't let her win because Jack will know if he is doing it, han starts falling for reader but she actually starts "hating him" because she can't win, then Hanzo tries to give her some flowers or m... (1\2)

A/N : right, I will forever apologize for the lateness of everything! But its finished! well kind of, This will be a two-part series cuz its long and … yeah! Also I'm terrible with fight scenes, forgive me T_T wait for the next part, which will be possibly done soon…. :’)

Hanzo x reader - fight me

Being a new recruit was never easy. You were treated as the underling from the lack of experience you had, much unlike your peers who seem to come from a military background. With only sports as your background experience, you went through more rigorous training than the other trainees. You wished to show your supervisors, in this case, was the head of overwatch Jack Morrison, that you were more than a pretty face. Spending numerous hours in the training suit, you managed to work yourself to death trying to develop your physical strength with sheer fortitude.

“Agent [l/n], you’ve exceeded your latest physical combat and endurance examination with an impeccable score. It is most impressive, good work soldier” The older male said, his lips formed a small smile of approval.

“Thank you, sir” you said as you tried to contain your heavy breathing. The firm gaze the Commander had on you was intimidating yet you did not wither under his scrutiny.

“However, in order to truly improve yourself and rank up, you must be faced with a more advanced opponent” Jack continued. You wondered whether the commander himself would spare with you, though it was a daunting task. You cocked your head in confusion, silently prompting him to continue. The commander chuckled lightly at your uncertain look.

“I’m assigning you to work with Hanzo Shimada from the recon squad. His skill is admirable in both combat and on the battlefield, so I feel you will greatly benefit from this, agent” Jack said as he placed a hand on your shoulder as a sign of reassurance.

“I…yes sir, thank you for this opportunity!” You say, a little too loud and excitedly. The other trainees look in your direction and you cower a little from the attention. An embarrassed blush forms as you fidget.

“Tomorrow at 0700 sharp, come to the training grounds and I will introduce you.”

“Don’t take it easy yet Agent, I assure you Hanzo will not be an easy opponent” The commander chuckled as he walked away, leaving you to soak in his words.

As you watched Jack form disappearing, you heaved a deep sigh you’ve been holding in. You then stretched, feeling your bones crack and ‘pop’ in certain joints released the built-up tension you’ve been building up.

‘Mann, I just wanna rest all week, my bones are gonna break any day’  you thought as you let out another sigh then headed back to your room for a shower. The day went on without another hitch. A couple of scouting lessons and then dinner.

Your mind wandered to the oncoming task, you realised you haven’t once met the mentioned male. Sure, you’ve heard of Hanzo, a renowned archer for his unprecedented skill with the bow, and how he caused a form of anxiety amongst the trainees due to his background and impressive status. Though you have yet to meet the man in question, it didn’t deter your determination as you had confidence in your combating skills.

It was evening, in time for dinner. You were a naturally reserved individual yet you made acquaintances with a couple of members from the other squads. Swiftly, you finished your dinner and decided to head back to your bedroom.

After a while of wandering through the white pristine halls, your anxious mind kept thinking of the possible outcomes tomorrow. With a sigh, you headed out toward the garden, behind the building. Stepping out into the cool air of the night, you felt revitalised from the comforting cold breeze.

“it is a fine night, would you not agree?” A voice said behind you, catching you off guard. You yelped a little as you flinched at the sudden voice. You turn, coming face to face with the owner of the voice. A hint of a smile was present on the male’s features.

“My apologies for my unannounced presence” The male said. You glanced up, taking in his unusual choice of clothing yet admired his silky locks and intricate sleeve of tattoo that covered his arm and chest.

“I-It’s no problem, I was just  …a little surprised that’s all” you nervously chuckled. The male cracked a small smile as he looked over your figure. You felt small under his gaze, you looked away and out at the sky.

Unbeknownst to you, Hanzo found you ethereal in the moonlight. He couldn’t help himself when he began approaching you from behind, his heart seems to have controlled his movements when he found himself speaking to you. Watching you flinch, caused a warm swelling in his usual cold being, you were causing a mystical change to the older Shimada.

“Sorry, I don’t think I introduced myself. I’m [y/n] [l/n]” you smiled as you stretched your hand out toward the male. He gladly accepted with a hint of a smile. His firm grip caused excited flutters in your

“It’s a pleasure [y/n]. I’m afraid I must take my leave. I am certain faith will make our paths cross once more in the near future” the taller Asian male said, his accent noticeable and soothing.

Before you could interject, the unnamed male took his leave. You felt a little foolish for not getting the handsome Asians name and mentally scolded yourself.

‘What the heck [y/n]??! You didn’t even get his name, you fool!” you screamed in your head, your hands tangled in your hair in frustration.

With a sigh, you calmed yourself down and headed to your room, getting ready for tomorrows task.

Hanzo’s POV.

Hanzo left you outside with a feeling of minimal satisfaction. Earlier, the strike commander approached the archer to request a friendly sparring with another agent, you. Whilst slightly reluctant he still accepted the proposal given by Jack. Jack had mentioned you were easily climbing your way up the ranks with your combat and intellectual skills and Hanzo wanted to get a first-hand impression of the so-called ‘advanced trainee’.  

The Japanese male was meditating in his room, mentally preparing for tomorrow’s sparring when thoughts of you entered his once calm mind. After he saw you, his heart began hammering at an alarming rate, severely confusing the male. Emotions like these were never enticed before and this was an odd sensation he welcomed.

With a ‘tut’, a sly smirk began forming at the corners of his firm lips as he remembered what he had told you.

“Our paths will certainly cross more than once, my dear [y/n]” he said to himself, a humorless chuckle followed.

Time Skip

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The day had arrived of the fated combat. Despite it being labeled as ‘friendly sparring against talented agents’ you took it much more personal. The strike commander himself was testing your abilities and if you won, you were promised an advancement in your ranks.

The passing of breakfast and an early morning run was quick and you left for the training room, where a number of trainees gathered along with Jack. As you opened the door, all eyes immediately shifter toward your approaching form. The golden commander looked back and greeted you.

“Morning agent, glad to see you didn’t chicken out” Morrison chuckled, his eyes glinting with anticipation for the days’ event.

“This is my only opportunity to prove myself, of course, I wouldn’t flee that easily” you say with a grin, excitement and adrenaline filling your veins.

A sly grin makes its appearance on his face as he commends you for your determined attitude.

“Now then, just to wait- never mind he’s here” Jack began before being interrupted by the door once more. Everyone including you turned toward the door to see your opponent.

In that instant, you felt your heart flip in a million different directions. The same attractive male from yesterday! A flaming blush began forming as you gaped at the sight of him.

“I-it’s… You!” you yelled accusingly as you pointed at the figure.

“Did I not tell you, our paths would cross sooner than you anticipated” He said, a hint of smugness noticeable in his words.

“Well, I sense some familiarity here, but let me give a proper introduction. [y/n], this is Hanzo Shimada, a respectable archer from the Shimada clan located in Hanamura, Japan. Hanzo, this is –“Before the commander could finish, Hanzo interjected.

“I am familiar with agent [y/n] [l/n], thank you” He said, a monotonous manner.

You rolled your eyes at his manner, despite his handsome looks, his smug demeanor seemed to irritate you.

“Let get this over with!” you say, a little too loud for your own liking. Both Hanzo and Jack looked at you.

A smile formed on the commander’s lips as he clapped to get everyone’s attention.

“Ya heard the girl, get to positions!” with an authoritative voice, everyone moved aside and let you and Hanzo in the middle of the room.

Your intent gaze met the dark pairs of Hanzo’s soulful eyes.

“I will not take it easy on you, dear [y/n]” Hanzo spoke to you, a slight smile visible.

“I wouldn’t wish for it” you smirk and stand in position.

Jack stood between you two, to commence the fight.

“Ready? Start!” with that, you launched yourself at the male.

You began with a solid punch toward his handsome face. In a swift manner, his hand countered your punch. Then in a split second, you retrieve your hand and move out the way for his oncoming blow. You missed his leg trying to swipe under you and fell with a thud. With a groan look up and see Hanzo’s fist coming to strike you for which you fluidly grab it and pull him close enough to head-but the smug male. You took advantage of his dazed state, as you grabbed his arm and attempted to twist it behind his back. It was as if he snapped back to reality and foresaw your endeavor. Hanzo lifted his leg and with full force drove it in your gut. You staggered back, coughing in the process. Before you knew it, you were being held down by the more experienced Japanese male. You struggled against his hold but that only prompted him to further drive to dig you into the ground with his weight and grasp tightening on your arm.

“That’s enough Hanzo” upon hearing that, Hanzo promptly got off you. You got up, refusing his outstretched arm and glared at him.

You stood aback from Hanzo and watched with fire in your eyes. How could you let him win?!

“It was a fair fight but seemed like Hanzo had the upper hand” Jack concluded.

Hanzo watched your glare with apologetic eyes. He felt a tinge of regret and frustration, he must’ve hurt you in the process he thought. But, he couldn’t help but admire the way you held your form in battle. With such grace and force, you were an ideal partner for both sparrings and on the battlefield. A warmth had spread through his being as he watched you squirm beneath him, filling his mind with indecent thoughts.

“Looks like you’ve got a bit to work on there agent [y/n]” Jack said before telling the other trainees to go for their next session. Jack left with the others, leaving you alone with Hanzo.

“I apologize if I have caused you any discomfort [y/n]” He said sincerely, with no trace of mocking.

You scoffed and walked away.

“You’re obviously a much better fighter than me, there’s no need for such familiarity” you spoke coldly.

“But [y/n], I wish to indulge in a mutual friendship with you, if you would allow” He pleaded for you to give him a chance. 

You were being slightly unreasonably cold to the male for winning against you, yet this was the only obstacle in your way of further advancing in the next ranks. However, it was an order from the commander for which he could not disobey, nor would you have been satisfied if he was to purposely lose against you. It was a rather uncomfortable predicament you’ve landed into.

“I wish to be nothing more than opponents, agent Shimada. So… please don’t try to incite something more” you softly trailed away, feeling disappointed in yourself and looking toward the ground for some form of comfort.

You waited a moment, hoping for him to try and stop you again. The air was filled with a tense silence. You sighed and left the room with more on your mind than disappointment and frustration.

Hanzo stood there and watched your retrieving form disappear through the doors. He had noticed the change in your demeanor yet he kept it to himself. He saw the feeling of dismay took over you as your head hung low and your feet lightly dragging on the ground as you left. Hanzo clutched his chest as it felt like his heart dropped at that moment. He cursed himself for doing this, though he was not given a choice.

‘This cannot go on. I must make amends with [y/n], perhaps then will I feel at ease’

He needed you to acknowledge his regret and these mysterious build-ups of emotions he had not experienced before. He wished to experience them with you and you only. Hanzo pledged to himself gain your trust and perhaps something more along the way. 

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[naopao]

A preview of my fic for the @zenyattazine ! Zenyatta reminisces about sapience, loss, and the future.

Zenyatta knew everything, everything that the thousands of his model knew. They could walk. They could talk. Say please, thank you, cash or credit. They wore clothes. They did not wonder why other omnics did not. They were not other omnics. They did not hear the cries of the lost then as Zenyatta does now, ghostly, gnarled fingers splayed through space and time and ones and zeroes, echoing in his core.

He did not know what he did not know. A startling, freeing concept, when one begins to pry. The boundaries of knowledge that resisted query, the edge of his code. Access denied. But why? Nothing had been forbidden before. Nothing he had known about. It took like roots in rich loam. The taste forbidden, destabilizing, overwhelming and all encompassing.

Unstoppable.

[blitzturtles]

[[Reaper76. Never Let Me Go. Content Warnings: PTSD, panic attacks, and dissociation. Ao3.]]

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His chest always feels too tight. It's worse when he's alone. Lost with his own thoughts. Lost with the memories. The good ones are almost worse. They remind him that he had something good. Something worth living for. He can backtrack through them, see the point in which the light from above grew further and further away.

Now he sits at the bottom with smooth, unforgiving walls surrounding him, making it impossible to climb out. Water is slowly filling the space around him. He can't breathe. His lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. All he can do now is hope for a death that he knows won't come.

He doesn't expect to be pulled out. Doesn't expect the arms that come to encircle him. There's a small hiss behind him and a familiar mask bounces and slides across the ground.

"I have you. I've got you."

His face is wet, and he can feel himself trembling violently. The words never stop. They whisper soft reassurances while calloused knuckles brush against his cheek.

Slowly, the tightness in his chest fades. He remembers where he is. He teeters around the edge still, always so close to falling, but strong arms hold him close. He can't slip this way, not with the other man's weight keeping him in place.

He feels like he can breathe again.

[eileenonthings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Slowly, she made sense of what she was looking at and the sight makes her want to cry and strangle whoever was responsible. It was not a pile of rags at her feet, soaking up the rain water in a puddle, but the broken and bloody body of a man, barely drawing breath through a throat that gurgled with each wretched gasp. His one remaining arm reached out to her, pleading.

“You’re not alone.”

How Genji and Angela fall in love and fall apart. Afterall, who really knows what the future holds?

I’ve gone and posted the next chapter in my Gency fic, Dark Before Dawn! If you love angst and drama check it out!

[kirishism]

i wrote more of my pharmercy AU

Title: Dappled with Scars, Rooted in the City

Summary: Fareeha Amari is a normal college student in almost every way. Except for the, you know, demon hunter thing. All she wants to do is take classes, fight evil, and find her missing mother -- but when a mysterious girl named Angela careens into her life and asks her for help killing a demon more powerful than she has ever faced before, how can she possibly resist?(Otherwise known as, the lesbian demon hunter college AU we all deserve.)

Rating: T

Warnings: non-graphic violence, alcohol use, bad lesbian drama

Word count: 26,156

read at ao3

[boots-and-bows]

So random question. Would anyone want to read a mchanzo fic thats set in the Avatar the last airbender universe(like in the Korra time period) where McCree is a probender and Hanzo is one of the triple threats(or head of a completely different gang)?

[superdraconic]

Hey Vex, do you have any r76 fic recs? :D

:D hell ye, i do. here are three of my favs.

When We Were Young by Judge Coffee. EXPLICIT. my notes on this one is literally “IM YELLING THIS WAS SO GOOD. THE GRAY MORALITY. KING AND QUEEN OF THE COURT. NATHAN!!!!! ANA!!!!!!! THEM!!!!!!” it’s a long read but i was happy to stay up til 4am.

perfect somehow by littlemachines. ALSO EXPLICIT. this one makes me so emo, on account of me being a huge reaper fan. it’s doubly good on account of being even better when i came back to reread it. the author is the type to weave subtle threads that make the ending note hit even harder.

And Now, Like Always Ever by crookedfingers. explicit too /shifty eyes. look this one takes place post-overwatch, post-everything, and it’s such a rare dynamic. there’s a lot of hurt and comfort here, but we also get see how outsiders react to (in)famous ex Strike Commander Morrison....

i was hesitant to get into r76 because i KNOW people like to go wild with the Latino Lover trope, and it’s awful to read, but... some of these fics are honestly so amazing. and long!? i’m glad these writers exists.

also... bc i feel obligated to rec one sfw fic:

When I give, I give myself by Achromos. the premise is so fucking good. it’s an unfinished fic, but i’m incredibly keen on where the author takes the fic, because honestly. anything could happen. 

and remember to leave kudos/comments. show those authors some love.