So I originally wasn’t gonna do this one, but I got HELLA inspiration from an rp I’m doing at the moment, so I think I can do it!!
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Hanzo
He was so scared when he found out you were pregnant.
Having a not so great childhood growing up, he was worried what kind of father he was going to be. He wasn’t even sure he deserved to have a loving partner and now a child.
He did vow that he would be a better father than the one he had, and promised you and his baby that he would do everything in his power to be better.
The day that you went into labor, he wasn’t allowed in the delivery room. He was a nervous wreck; for a man who rarely showed his true emotions, this was completely overwhelming for him.
He paced outside the room for you, cringing at each scream you let out and each moan of pain. He was barely able to resist the urge to barge in there and make sure you were okay.
After 18 long, grueling hours, a nurse carefully made her way over to him, smiling. “Mr. Shimada?”
He turned, his whole body going still.
“Are you ready to meet your daughter?”
The nurse handed him the baby, a swaddled bundle of soft pink blankets.
“She hasn’t made a peep.” The nurse murmured. “She must have known her daddy was waiting out here for her.”
Hanzo carefully sunk to the floor, his entire body shaking, the baby carefully tucked into his arms.
He leaned his head down, his hair falling around them both. He put his forehead to hers, small sobs wracking his body.
“I will move Heaven and Earth for you.” He whispered. “I will climb any mountain, swim any sea, brave any storm, if only to see your smile.”
McCree
He was so excited when you first told him you were pregnant.
He waited on you day and night, and got you any small request you wanted. You mentioned you wanted grapes? Boom, grapes were in your hands within ten minutes. You had seen this really cute stuffed bear you liked? Guess what was in your arms the next day?
He kept busy to try and distract himself from the fact that you were pregnant, despite getting literally anything you asked for.
He was excited, but also worried that something would happen and you would lose the baby, and he would lose the chance to become a father.
He was a worry wart; he went with you everywhere , even if you begged him not to.
Any little pinch of pain had him taking you to see Angela/Ana immediately.
It was honestly kind of nice to see how much he cared.
The day you went into labor was the most terrifying day of his entire life.
He was allowed into the delivery room at first, but eventually he had to be removed because of how much he was fussing over you.
After about ten hours of waiting, Ana made her way out to him with tears in her eyes. They had always been close; Ana was, in a way, his mother-figure.
“Jesse,” She said proudly, “Say hello to your son.” She handed Jesse the blue bundle. “He’s going to be a big boy. He weighed just over ten pounds.” She ruffled his hair, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “You’re going to be a wonderful dad. I’m so proud of you, Jesse.”
Jesse stared down at his boy, his bundle of pride and joy.
“I love you before I even knew you.” He whispered.
Gabe
You and Gabe had been pregnant before, but unfortunately has lost the baby.
So when you told Gabe you were pregnant again, the two of you felt an overwhelming amount of fear and dread that you would lose this baby too.
Thankfully, your pregnancy went extremely smooth.
Gabe was so careful with you, which honestly pissed you off a little bit.
You knew why he was being so protective, so you tried not to be super snappy with him.
You went into labour early, much earlier than either of you had expected.
When you went into labour early, Gabe was beyond terrified.
He had finally allowed himself to be excited again, to look forward to the birth of his rainbow baby.
But during the whole 9 hour labour, Gabe was a nervous wreck that something was going to happen, and that his child was going to be taken from him yet again.
Until a nurse walked through the door, carrying a bundle of blue blankets.
“Mr. Reyes? You have a beautiful, healthy boy.”
Gabe let out a breath of pure relief, rushing to the nurse to see his son. He was small, but thankfully not small enough that he was required to be kept in an isolette.
Gabe held his son close to his chest, the final piece of his heart that was missing finally falling into place.
Reaper reacting to his S/O accidentally (whether it was by mistake or it was stuck) ripped his mask off...((kinda thought of fluff for this but WHATEVER YOU SEE FIT!))
Author’s Note: Ahh, this is extremely late but I am officially back writing again! Hope you beautiful people enjoy, wrote this very late at night! Took me a while to write because I currently have one dislocated wrist, but alas it is finished! <3
“Let’s just get the job done already…” A rough voice spat out, hand slamming down with something onto the table, creating a rather loud, unnecessary bang. The sound made you cringe slightly. “I can do this alone if I have to.”
“No.” You stated firmly, grabbing a needle and thread and a couple of disinfectants from your first aid kit quickly. You set them neatly on the table, counting each one and making sure you had everything before you started. You were no Mercy… heck, you weren’t even a nurse at all; but Reaper exclusively only allowed you to touch him or even come this close to him out of everybody you knew. Why? You ask, although even you did not know why Reaper seemed to be… keen on keeping you so close around.
You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves for what was coming and grabbed a white, clean cloth from the tabletop. You dipped it into a bowl of lukewarm water and wrung it out, all the while noticing how Reaper’s eyes never left your face as you did so.
“Face me.” You said curtly, turning your body in the direction of the man and looking towards him with expectant eyes.
You watched as Reaper slowly turned towards you, letting out a hard sigh and grunt as his wounds seemed to move against him as he did so.
“Mmm…” You hummed softly, trying to ignore how smoke seemed to pillow out of him in a more rapid, desperate fashion with each passing minute. You gently took his arm into your grasp and went to work cleaning his wounds, rubbing and soaking them with disinfectant as gently as you could.
Although Reaper did not so much as make a sound from it, you could feel his uneasiness waft around the room as you tended to his injuries… Is he in that much pain? You thought to yourself, trying to be more gentle and tender on the deeper spots. Am I hurting him?
You let out a nervous puff of air through your lips as you felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. His gaze had never left yours ever since you had started tending to him, and to be honest, it made you uneasy in many different ways.
“Okay…” You stated, checking over your work in different spots and places. “I think I got all the blood and grime off of your body…” You felt your heartbeat start to pick up. “Now… Now I just need to take care of the injuries on your face.” You stuttered slightly, waiting for the incoming harshness and disapproval from Reaper. Everyone knew you never inquired or so much as thought about the face he hid underneath that heavy mask.
…
“Reaper?” Your soft voice invaded the silence in the room.
You simply just watched as the rough man deeply sighed, shifting his back slightly to reach and scratch the back of his head. His hand dropped back down onto his lap with a heavy thud before he sighed again and looked straight into your eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” The gruff voice huffed out, sounding the most tired and worn out you had ever heard him sound before.
You took a sharp intake of breath, undoubtedly surprised by his response. Shocked and a little bit confused, you sat and waited for him to deny you, to get up, to leave, or do something that would allow him to remain to himself… but nothing happened.
“Well?” Reaper asked, now sounding more than a little aggravated. “Get on with it!”
Jumping at the sound of him snapping at you, you quickly leaned over and reached your hands up towards his mask, fingertips just barely brushing the sides of the material. You held your breath and waited though, wanting to remove the cover slowly… to be honest you had been waiting for this moment for seemingly forever… to see what was finally underneath that dark facade, and this moment seemed to good to be true.
Taking another deep breath in, you gently pulled the mask back, feeling no restraint or barriers from stopping you from doing so. In the back of your mind you noted how you were holding your breath.
Smoke seemed to start to pillow out from behind the mask like a wall, and when it started to dissipate you felt a rough, yet firm hand grab your fingers.
“Mm.” Reaper grunted out, eyes staring a hot hole into you as he stopped your movements. You had only brought the mask down to about half of his face, so that the only part of him you could see was one eye and part of his cheek.
Dark… swirling red eyes
Greyish, smoky skin…
You took a sharp intake of breath and felt the hand on yours tighten dangerously, verging on the edge of painful. With a sigh, Reaper suddenly pulled you forward, sending your body surging into his as he wrapped his arms around your body and forced your face into his chest. You duly noted how the mask had quickly fallen and hit the ground beneath the two of you, rolling underneath the tabletop smoothly.
Surprised and confused, you sat in his arms still and silent, too much in shock to know what to do. You wish you could see his face… even just a small glance, but his large hand held your sight pressed tightly against his body. “R-Reaper?” Your voice came out as shaky. You weren’t so much as scared of him, than just nervous around the man… He had a very, intimidating persona.
“You know you are the only person I would ever allow do this.” His voice came out clipped, yet softly into your ears. The gruff sound sending vibrations through your skull as your head was pressed closely to his chest. His grasp around you was careful, yet very firm, letting you know that he was in charge and that you were going to do what he wanted still.
“Hm.” He grunted out, his grasp around you suddenly loosening. “Get on with it.” His voice quickly turned back to being aggravated as he let you sit back up, refusing to meet you eyes as your gaze finally landed on his face.
…
Those red eyes…
You thought to yourself, mind swirling with a mixture of wonder and horror as you took in Reaper’s entire face. His eyes were a piercing red that could only be described as chilling yet gorgeously eerie at the same time…
The greyish, scarred skin…
His skin seemed paler, more grey while deep, black and brown scars ran across his entire face… creating odd patterns on his skin. Black and red smoke was slowly seeping out of his scars like small waterfalls, never healing and never ceasing to stop.
As your mind was swirling and your mouth was slightly open, you quickly regained your composure before starting to tend to his wounds on his face… making sure to be quick, yet gentle as you dabbed at the smoky skin.
Reaper’s eyes still never left yours as you worked your way through the bloody cuts and bruises, watching you with an intensity that was slowly starting to steal your breath away. This man… You thought to yourself, grazing a deep cut with some disinfectant. This man…
It didn’t take long to clean up, but by the end of it you felt as if you were about to pass out from Reaper’s heavy gaze burning deep into you… and all you wanted to do was run, stare, and gaze into his eyes all at once.
Although within a second’s time, the man bent down and slipped his mask back onto his face. He got up quickly and silently started to make his way out of the room.
Feeling your heart rate pick up, you quickly yelled after him and grabbed the edge of his cloak before he could get too far… although realizing what you had just done you quickly dropped the edge of the fabric and brought your hand back down to your lap.
“Reaper…” You whispered now softly, heartbeat picking up as he turned back around to gaze at you once more through his mask. His stare seemed less intimidating now that he had his mask back on, but would never cease to make you nervous as he made his way back over towards you.
In one quick movement he gripped your arms and forced you to stand up to meet him, holding your body against his as he looked down upon you. Silent, and not saying a word, you gently took his mask off once more and felt a sigh leave your lungs as your eyes landed on his face again.
Reaching a hand up to barely graze the side of his cheek, you felt Reaper’s entire body shudder slightly at your touch. First stiffening up, then relaxing into your body as if he wasn’t for sure what to exactly do.
“Mm.” Was his only response as you landed your palm against his cheek, fingers softly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes still never left yours as you brought your face closer to his, so intrigued and pulled in by everything this man was to you…
When you were just a breath away from him, you could literally feel the waves of emotions coming off of Reaper. Confusion, suspicion, nerves, regret, anger… passion; there were so many feelings swirling in his eyes and face that it made you never want to look away, never want to let go of him…
“Reaper…” You whispered softly, lips almost grazing his as you did so.
You watched as you saw his eyes give away to something interesting before his arms wrapped tighter around your body and his mouth parted slightly. A deep, gruff growl came from deep within his chest and his fingers gripped your skin tightly…
“You are the only one…” The voice came out husky and low, as if it were a shadow sneaking around and wisping into your ears…
“The only one…”
There was a moment of silence….
…
And then the next thing you knew…
Your lips slammed together…
Reaper’s arms gripped dangerously around you, verging on the edge of painful, and held you tight.
And your entire world filled with smoke, and a beautiful darkness…
