♡ fallen (into you) - genji x fem!talon!reader
chapter 1: familiar, but different
series masterlist coming soon
synopsis: genji runs into an unexpected old friend while on a mission. however, it seems fate never likes to play within the shimada’s cards.
warnings: canon-like violence, angst?, mentions of kidnapping/disappearance, reader is badass bcs i said so, genji is a d1 yearner
a/n: hiii my loves!! i originally wrote this with an oc of mine in place of ‘y/n’— but i’m being self indulgent rn, lolol. i also have this written in my more… serious? descriptive? writing style so i hope u guys still like it <3
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"You look..." He pauses, sizing up her new self. An entirely different person from the glamorous paradise called childhood. One he hasn't yet become acquainted with yet, a stranger from the past; "Different."
A forced laugh left her throat, still circling around him like a vulture. The short heels of her boots were heavy with every step. Loud thumps with every stride echoing through the room, done on purpose. To scare him, perhaps? Assert dominance over the situation? He wasn't sure. Nor was he faltering.
"And you think you don't?"
Her voice. God, her voice. Sweet like honeydew, dripping off every word she said. Velvety and collected, confident, dangerous. Attractive. He knew better though, one taste of such a forbidden fruit- especially right now- would make him a corpse. Now wasn't the time to mend old wounds or reopen old scars that long healed. She was filled with poison, and her intentions were clear.
To kill him using it.
She was right though, Genji had no place to talk regarding looks. Behind the cold visor that shielded his face, his scarred skin served as a permanent reminder of just how different he'd look from decades ago. (Tilting his head slightly, a fleeting thought wondered if he should take it off, as the woman encircling him did with her own; his rational side decided against it.) Yes, her looks were slightly contradictory compared to memories of the past, but by heavens, was she still beautiful. If it were any other situation, the cyborg knows he would have turned to stone under such a siren's gaze.
Unfortunately it felt like someone was using a mask, puppeteering the image of an old friend. To toy with him, perhaps? Was this the universe's way of punishing him once more, as if the stars haven't already pushed him to the point of no return once? As a sick joke, was it going to happen once more? Genji didn't want to know. He wish he never had to know. He always did.
The man stayed silent, hand gripping the base of his katana like a lifeline. The crushing wave of emotions was enough, he needed to get what she had. The USB. I have to stick to the mission.
"Hm?" She tilted her head, halting her circulation to look up at the metal man in front of her. "Oh, were you looking for this?" Dangling the USB in front of him, she giggled. It sounded so foreign coming from her. The sound was not filled with warmth or joy this time, but rather malice and mockery.
Unsurprisingly it was still his favorite sound, despite the bitter taste it left atop his tongue.
Among the still room, with no reaction from the still as a statue ninja, she groaned. "You've gotten so boring, my love. What happened to you?"
Within seconds Genji drew his blade out and charged at her, shurikens already flying within microseconds.
Although this just seemed to entice her, as she was much faster. Scarily quicker than he. Dodging every one of the metal weapons he threw, catching one between her fingers and throwing it right back at him.
What the fuck? He didn't even have time to think that before it scratched his visor. Ok, whatever, just a scratch. Maybe Angela could fix it later. He once again swung his sword at the agile woman, getting her a few times, a swift exchange of his blade and her metal claws clashing and clinging within the room; a few computers breaking and falling to the ground with her pouncing and dodging almost every swing. It was like trying to pick up a very unruly cat, fighting her. Genji was growing more irritated by the second, he saw no other option left, he was going to unleash his blade; use the aid of his dragon.
He had to act fast; throwing his shurikens at her but purposefully missing, she takes a moment to look at them and mock him– maybe– and– there.
He hooked his ankle under hers and made her fall to the ground in one swift move. Which undoubtedly caught her by surprised judging by the "wah!" that escaped her lips. It would have been funny, if this wasn't a fight for crucial information stored in the USB she had. He couldn't mess up. He shouldn't.
Bringing down his sword to go for the shoulder connected to the arm that held the small drive, victory was at the tip of his fingers, then-
Cling!
Her claws met his blade.
She stopped his attack. His sword was in her hands, her claws bared.
"Aww, Genji," She cooed, a fake feign of embarrassment coating her words. "If you wanted to get on top of me so bad, all you had to do was ask."
Guard completely down by his plan backfiring, the woman then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards into the wall that was close by. The wind was knocked out of his lungs, causing him to struggle to breathe as he slid slowly to the floor. Fuck.
"Although, I do prefer to be taken out to dinner first." She crossed her arms and cupped her face in her USB-free hand, as if she was thinking. "I thought you already knew that, no?"
Walking towards Genji slowly, a giggle that bubbled within her throat was released; doubling over into a fit of hysterical laughter.
It sent a chill down the injured man's spine.
"Y'know what, Genji?" She crouched down to his level when she reached him, gently taking off his visor for him. If not for the shock and war going on in his chest- heart and lungs- he would have stopped her. If it was anyone else that had done this to him, he would have acted differently. This would have gone any other way. "Let me see you, it's been so long, old friend."
With the green light faded and his visor fully off of his face, she stared at him as she quietly set it down next to her. Aura around her completely different now. Facade of cockiness and mischief gone in an instant. The laughter had long subsided. Face now painted with nothing on it, a blank canvas. What she was thinking, he couldn't tell. With the faint twitch of her eyebrows wanting to come together, the slight widening and softening of her eyes, how her lips inched upwards for just a second... it was hard to decipher. If he was able to guess, a picture of bittersweetness would be brushed upon her face. She looked away for a moment.
The sound of a zip and slight clank was heard, the hand that took off his visor was bare; free from the glove she had on.
(E/c) eyes back to focusing on him, her hand went up to brush through his soft hair, then move down to his face. Genji's breathing was stable by now, a hitch within his rapid breaths as she lightly traced the scars on his face. Her touch was gentle, caring in a way; and for a moment Genji forgot the situation they were both in. Oh, how he wanted to lean into the touch. Her hand was so soft. He missed this feeling. He missed her.
But... this wasn't her. It wasn't his childhood best friend, his partner in crime, his first love.
This wasn't (Y/n), he has to remind himself.
After a few minutes passed, she finally spoke up.
"Fate was cruel to both of us, it seems." Her voice was barely above a whisper, hurt laced within her words. But Genji heard. And he agreed, nodding his head.
"It still shows to have a disliking for us." He managed to voice.
A full, dishearteningly bittersweet smile bloomed onto her face. His heart ached at the sight.
Genji was at peace with a lot of things in his life.
With the help of his dear master Zenyatta, and the supportively helpful people around him even all those years ago before Overwatch first fell; Genji was able to come to terms and accept everything of his past. He wanted to always strive to improve; to be something he wasn't when he was younger.
He was at peace with what had happened between him and his older brother; forgiving his sibling for what had happened. He has healed and come to love and accept himself within the form he was lucky to be in now. Genji also came to accept that he would never to have known what happened to (Y/n), so many moons ago. Before everything, before his father had even died. Before Hanzo was instructed to murder him. Before he was saved and rebuilt. Before everything.
(Y/N) (L/n) had gone missing.
No one knew, not even her parents. No amount of press coverage, media outlets covering her- the only daughter of a disgustingly rich family- disappearance managed to bring out her captors. If she even was kidnapped, that was. It was a mystery, an enigma to how someone as protected and looked after as her was just... gone. Some theorized it was a planned murder by the family. Some simply thought it was a kidnapping, the captors too stubborn to let her go; or even had some unclear motive to do so yet.
(Y/n) and Genji were just 18 when that happened.
But now, here she was. The missing teenage daughter, now grown into a woman, rivaling Genji as his enemy. In the worst case scenario possible. And that... that stirred Genji's soul. It hurt, in such a great amount.
"I'll be keeping these," Her soft voice snapping him back to the present as she moved from her current position. Getting up, she slipped the USB in a pocket of her jumpsuit and attached Genji's visor on her belt, replacing her own she took off earlier. Slipping it back over her face, she started to walk towards an open window, stilling her movement for a moment to look back at the black haired man; his own face bare.
Genji himself stood up, not making any effort to actually stop her. He'd lost this fight, he knew that. He knew that as soon as she'd taken off her coverage and showed her face.
"Until we meet again." He pursed his lips slightly, brows knitting together with blended emotions. "(Y/n)."
He could hear her laugh, completely lifeless this time. "Of course, my dear friend."
With that, she jumped out of the window. Presumably with skill because when he went to look out, he saw her frame illuminated by the moonlight, running swiftly across rooftops of the buildings.
Looking back to where he was, Genji saw something glint in the dark room. Walking over to where (Y/n) stole his beloved visor (Angela's definitely going to kill him for that, he thinks), he saw her glove laying on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, Genji examined it carefully as he stood. It was smaller than his own hand, obviously, but who knew she could even wield a weapon? Especially as well as she did fighting him... and... claws? Really?
The ones on this glove were retracted. It was such an intricate design, knowing Talon they always suited their agents with the best. Unfortunately. It made his job harder, yeah, but Genji wasn't someone who backed down from a challenge.
Usually.
With tonight's mission bust being an exception.
He hated that there was a very small part of him that was calmed; at ease because yes, (Y/n) was indeed alive. After so long, she was confirmed to actually be breathing. Not only that, but she was capable to fight for herself. However, it was greatly disheartening to know that (Y/n) would be fighting against his own. Against Overwatch. Against him.
"Genji? It's been over 3 hours– how do you copy?"
The familiar sound of Winston's voice rang through Genji's earpiece.
Genji clutched the glove in his hand. Raising his hand to the piece, he replied; "I'm alright. Few scratches here and there, and... I may need a new visor."
"What!?" Angela's disbelief was heard in the background, causing the ninja to laugh a bit.
"And the USB?" Winston pressed.
He didn't know bow to respond. Walking out of the abandoned building, he said his words between breaths as he ran up buildings and rooftops. "Stolen. A new Talon agent took it from me before I was able to retrieve it." He then quickly added, "My apologies." After hearing Winston's sigh.
"Are you able to give us intel about this new agent and what happened when you get back?" he asked.
"Of course.”
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"Ay, chiquita, you did it!" Sombra wrapped her arms around (Y/n) as she gracefully accepted the USB from her friend. "I know Reyes won't say it but I'm very proud of you. Your first mission by yourself too, girl!"
"Thank you," (Y/n) smiled, accepting the hug and sighing. "Also, stop calling me that! You're shorter than everyone here, y'know."
Letting go, Sombra simply stuck her tongue out at (Y/n). "Yeah, and?" The two shared a laugh, the purple haired woman patting the other's back before continuing, "Oh, Moira said she needed to see you for something. Piernas didn't specify why though." She shrugged.
"Ah," An uneasy feeling formed in the pits of (Y/n)'s stomach. Of course Moira needed to see her. What lovely timing the doctor had, she just wanted to report to Reyes and recover from tonight. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. "Thanks for telling me, I'll be heading to her lab then."
Sombra caught the look that flashed across her dear friend's face. She knew it all to well, and felt bad for her really. "Good luck and let me know if you need anything, yeah?"
The (h/c) haired woman murmured a silent thanks and bid goodbye with a wave as she headed over to the dreadful geneticist's lab.
She can only wonder what Moira wanted.
She'd rather wonder that than let her mind trail off to a certain Shimada.
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a/n: hii!!! i hope u enjoyed this story!! i’ve had it sitting in my drafts for almost one? two? years… again, this was originally all my ow oc x genji BUUT… i wanted to turn it into a genji x reader bcs i thought it would be more fun (i have genji and lifeweaver brainrot sooo bad rn…)
anyway! tysm for taking the time to read <3 i hope to see you in the next chapter! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪