#whitetigermondatta

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🔥 can I get uuuuh, shipping please?

>>I’m gonna go for the jugular on this one: It’s painfully obvious that most people who treat ships seriously enough to put down other ships and harass artists only really care that much because they’re self-projecting. Newsflash honey, you’ll never have a relationship like that because you harass and demean people over fictional characters.

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//exit the premises 

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Hanzo crouched, utterly still, not even breathing. He had his sights set on a large rabbit nearby, waiting for the perfect moment. Now. Prosthetic feet launched him from his hiding spot. There was a thud, a brief scuffle, then a quiet little snap and the rabbit went limp. He’d made a habit of killing an animal before drinking from it; comparitively, it felt more humane.

Hanzo’s sharp canines had just sunk into the rabbit’s neck when he heard movement, the sound of...two feet. Too large and steady to be a bird; it had to be a person. Was it coincidence, or were they searching for him? Had be been too reckless and been seen by someone? Would they think he was simply strange or mad, or would they believe what he was? If they did, how would they react? This rush of thoughts left him immobile - and then he was face-to-face with the stranger. Dark eyes wide with alarm and uncertainty, telltale blood on his lips, Hanzo wasn’t sure whether to speak or just run.

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[thexdragonxbecomesxme] Ours

Send me “Ours” for a drabble of our muses raising a child

“It’s not fair.”

“There are a good many things that are not fair in life, Genji.”

A muttered Japanese swear came from the cyborg, before he slammed his fist against the wall.

“Don’t give me that now! You wanted this too!” He says, his voice harsh as he turns to look at Zenyatta. The vents on his shoulders release steam, and his hand slides down from the wall to rest against his side again, fist still clenched. 

The omnic remains calm under the rage of his boyfriend. Taking gentle strides towards him, he stops in front of him, taking Genji’s hands in his own. Softly squeezing them, as reassurance.

“Yes, I too, wanted this.” he says, his voice silent, trying to hide the fact that he was sad. “But fate would not have it this way. We can continue to mope and cry about how unfair it is, but it will not change the outcome, as much as we want it. All we can do is move on, and find something else that makes us happy.”

Zenyatta talking has Genji calming down, his vents releasing another tuft of steam as he lets the omnic guru hold his hands. His shoulders slump as he moves forward, letting his head rest on Zenyatta’s shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, his body and energy talking for him. The both of them just stand there in each other’s silence, taking their time to process the message they had recieved, and what it meant to them.

“You would have been an amazing father.” Genji finally breaks the silence.

“As would you have been, Genji.”

On the table near them lied a pair of adoption papers, which had been denied for the upteenth time. After all, who could trust a cyborg and an omnic to raise a child?

@thexdragonxbecomesxme, idea originally comes from @whitetigermondatta

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Genji had not been expecting to see Mondatta today. He’d merely assumed the Shambali leader would be busy or that he was away. The ninja was only halfway finished with his chores around the monastery for the day but he jogged over to give a polite bow. 

“Good Morning, Master Mondatta.”

[comingatya]

It took a couple of months of trip planning and getting the last of his tour done, but Lúcio finally arrived in Nepal.

As soon as he stepped out of the airport, he knew Mondatta had told the truth - this place was cold. So cold. He rummaged through his luggage for a coat, then another, and soon he looked like a ball of winter clothes layered one over the other.

And then there was trying to slide his skates through the snow - sure, he could just walk instead, but that always made all the metal on his legs feel heavy, let alone with his feet sinking on the ground.

He brought as little as he could, and made as little fuss as was possible - he didn’t want any papparazzi following to this place, and that caused him to not even give any warnings he was coming at all. After a bit of struggle with the weather and the path, he finally reached the entrance to the monastery, standing there to stare in awe at its grandiosity and beautiful simplicity. Breathing in, glad to be allowed some rest, he stepped ahead.

And promptly fell face-first as his skates caught on the snow, laughter muffled by it.

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@whitetigermondatta​ | cont. from x

"Beloved, it is two in the afternoon, “ they state, clearly amused, before extending a hand to invite him to lean against their chest. “Who was it this time ? And what about ? “

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@whitetigermondatta - cont. from x

“I had to make a run for it, “ they growl back, trying hard to shake off the restraints, but it seems all they manage to do is get even more tangled. “I would’ve liked to see you, in my situation. What would you have done, exactly ? I’m not of much value to you if I’m dead. “