Hi, friend! Sorry if it's bothered you, but can you do something with Genji and female!russian!reader? Maybe she comforts him by singing her favourite song in Russian and it's first time when he hear reader talking/singing in her native language? Have a nice day/night!
No bother at all! Russian is such a cool language, and I learned a little something while trying to find a song to use. FYI- I totally goofed on the first time hearing her native language part—sorry about that! Hopefully this is still ok.
Sidenote: here’s the lullaby she sings. Also, Genji’s words translate to “where am I?” Enjoy! 🌸
Genji
Words: 1,185
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Genji was tossing in his sleep again. You didn’t see it, but the whoosh of air and telltale thwump of his metal arm on the pillow was proof enough.
It’d been a rough day. Winston sent you, Genji, and Hanzo to gather intel on a suspected Talon R&D site in Petra. Supposedly housed in the carcass of an ancient ruin, there were spikes in the region’s energy readings that suggested experimentation.
Well, that and the…anomalies that were reportedly cropping up in the surrounding towns—grumpy, genetically-modified subjects with short fuses.
Tracer, Angela, and 76 were being dispatched to apprehend and transport them back to HQ for study.
Your team had one directive: “Learn what you can about their experiments. If an elimination opportunity presents itself with minimal risk of collateral damage, take the shot.“
At first you protested the assignment, requesting postponement—or at least a different team composition. Sure, Hanzo was one of Overwatch’s best shots, and Ana was still hot on Jordan’s watchlist. But Winston had to know it was a bad idea to send the two brothers on a mission together.
You knew what transpired between them, Genji filling you in a couple months after you began seeing each other. While you assumed everyone at Overwatch had some sort of damage, that rule went doubly so for Genji, who despite being 60% omnic parts showed little resentment at being chopped to shreds.
In fact he was charming as hell, winking at you through his visor on missions, sneaking up behind you on base—even wall-running to…borrow some of Ana’s top-secret stashed tea when you were sick.
Hanzo was the antithesis of Genji. Sour, reserved, and principled to a fault, he avoided Genji and snubbed him whenever the two were forced to work together.You weren’t sure whether Winston stuck you in the middle as mediator, or because he suspected you’d have to patch the two up once they came to blows. Either way, you were brought along as stealth medic.
The mission went well.
Aside from chilly looks or the occasional snipe in Japanese, there was little of note until the three of you arrived at the lab. Hanzo scouted ahead, eliminating most of the armored guards stationed on the floor; Genji swooped in for cleanup.
You tended their minor wounds and used your sample kit to package evidence of all the atrocities being committed at the facility.
It was grotesque—displaced tissues floating in biotic fluid, unnatural appendages sprouting from unidentifiable organisms. Still, intimate knowledge of Talon was the only way you’d defeat them, so you gathered as much as you could.
Genji was silent as you worked, though you could feel his eyes tracking you behind the visor. Hanzo was silent, offering to carry part of the cargo in one of his arrow quiver’s pockets.
The mission went well.
Winston was pleased with the three of you—neither brother maimed the other and you gathered valuable intel on Talon’s scientific agenda. Tracer, Angela, and 76 returned with good news as well, bringing back three of the R&D department’s ringleaders.
You only caught glimpse of one: a fiery-haired woman whose red-and-blue eyes were full of cold fury. From the rumors, 76 asked to deal with her personally. That spot of nasty business aside, Winston dismissed you with minimal paperwork, even giving you a few days off as a thank you.
The mission went well.
Another violent thrash shifted the bed beside you, this time accompanied by strained whispers. You couldn’t understand all of it, but the gist was “no, please no!” and anguished groans. Shifting gently so as not to startle him, you reached a hand into his hair and smoothed it back.
“Genji?” He was still asleep, arms flailing in the throes of a nightmare. You tried again, heart breaking at the anguish on his scarred face. “Genji, wake up.”
Bloodshot brown eyes met yours, wide with panic as he shot upright.
“ここはどこ?” he shouted, looking frantically around your quarters.
You grabbed hold of his good arm, urged him to look at you. “You’re in my room—you’re safe. What color are the clouds?”
The words fell sleepily from your lips, almost robotic with how well you’d memorized them. After his first few panic attacks, you’d developed a few memory tricks to help center him. You felt him slacken, pulled his arm over your shoulder and nestled into his side.
“White,” Genji mumbled.
“And the sky?” you yawned, glancing at the clock—2:17 AM.
“Blue.” His heart rate slowed, no longer the breakneck thumping you felt before.“And the cherry garden at Hanamura?”
“Pink,” he sighed, squeezing your shoulder. “Thank you,_______.”
You nodded, sleepily kissing his jaw. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He stiffened. “Not tonight.”
“Can I guess?” you pressed, not wanting him to awaken with the same nightmare an hour from now.
Much as you loved him, Genji wasn’t prone to talking about things that bothered him. You’d found a way around it, learned to guess at the issue and discuss it once you’d zeroed in.
He sighed, body sagging against the headboard. “Yes.”Petra leapt to mind—the stiffness in Genji’s stance and sharp gaze as you collected unsettling Talon samples.
“Was it the lab?”
He nodded. You pressed a kiss to his side, careful not to wince at the cold bit of metal where his bare chest met his omnic rib.
“You’re not an experiment, Genji—”
“And if Talon’s people got ahold of me instead?” he cut in, voice hard.
If they had, the possibilities were endless—all of them gruesome, violent experiments conducted on the remnants of a disgraced Shimada prince. Still, Overwatch or not, you couldn’t imagine yourself anywhere but at his side.
“You’d still be the man I love,” you said, lying back down.
You tugged him, patting the space next to you. Genji watched you for a moment, dark eyes glittering red from the clock. His lips quirked slightly upward, the closest thing you’d gotten to a smile all day. He settled in next to you, sighing when you leaned against his chest. The lack of sleep was beginning to take its toll, though you wanted to ensure he got some rest.
“Do you want me to sing to you?” you whispered, nudging his neck.
The songs you sang him weren’t happy per se, but “happy” wasn’t exactly Genji’s style. With Russian as your native tongue, many of them tended to be cautionary tales for children. You didn’t mind, but it always struck you as odd when someone questioned the somber lyrics.
Genji never did. “I would not mind.“
You smirked at the translation: Yes please.
Voice thick with sleep, you began his favorite—a song about not sleeping at the edge of the bed for fear a hungry wolf snatched them away: ”Baju-bajuški-baju ne ložisja na kraju. Pridët seren’ki volčok i uhvatit za bočok…“
With every verse, you felt him relax until at last you heard light snoring. Curling tighter against him, you kissed his chest and drifted off.
I just thought about that voltron and TMNT crossover. Just imagine when reader sees TMNT in space and paladins are confused while reader is happy to see these ninja-nerds and the paladins just "??? you know them???" :D Sorry for my bad English, mate, have a nice day/night!
Ahh that’s such a nice concept! Don’t worry about your grammar, it’s fine! Sorry for the late reply, but I hope you’re doing well!
{ Even this time, this is only the first part of this story because I have to think about it and maybe this fanfiction will be composed by 3 Chapters. This one can be considered a sort of introduction, I guess…
Your prompts are very interesting and I thank you for it. Here the reader has a name like always, lol-!
I hope this chapter will be good enough for you and I will tag you when I’ll write the second chapter.
If you can give me your opinion about this story, I’ll be glad.
I have another story to write for you and I hope to do it this week~ }
SANS X READER
This world held mysteries, creatures that a simple human mind would have never imagined, and they were unaware of so many things that happened in this world.
Rose was one of those mysterious creatures even if she did not consider herself so strange or particular and so many other persons were just like her and maybe even stranger than she was.
Of the colour of dust was covered the sky, a portent of doom. The clouds in the sky were dark and threatening, they were the blanket under when the sun hid itself because it was so tired and despair to be a partner in crime of the malevolent things that happened in this world. Of grey was painted the atmosphere and a gelid wind blew through the dead woods of the nude winter trees.
Everything appeared so dull and obscure but Rose seemed did not care about it and she stared out of the window at some crows perched on the ledge waiting for the sentence and her fate would have never been the same but she did not care, not anymore.
«Can you even suppose the reasons why you are here, Miss Rose? », asked the principal of her school and, from the glance she gave, Rose could only suppose the worst but Rose knew why she found herself in her office but the girl has never opened her mouth since she was here.
«You’ve short memory… It’s very serious the crime you’ve been accused for, Miss… Or should I say the numerous crimes…», the young girl sighed and horrible memories crossed her mind.
Rose was one of the most diligent students in her class, her reputation was golden, and she was going to lose everything other than her good name. In her particular case, it would have been so difficult to start a new life in a new place because she was not a simple human. Rose was a witch who frequented the prestigious Academy of Commonwealth and now she was in serious troubles that risked her to be kicked out from the school.
«Maybe these dossiers might help your memory…», the Principal posed on the table some files that contained information about the crimes that they supposed she committed. The victims were all students of her same school and they were very young, they were probably freshmen. Seeing their photos, how they appeared so determinate and full of live, filled her heart with despondency and pain.
«Sense of guilt, Miss Rose? », this situation was becoming more unfair than she could imagine but hers were not senses of guilt but a mix of sadness and fear but she could not come back now. She promised to herself that she would have kept this secret. A secret made of crime and blood.
«No, it’s not… I think all of this is absurd…» , Rose spoke for the first time after a long time of silence and her legs were trembling, paralyzed by the anxiety and the rush of running away from this room.
«You should have spoken with the police and not with me. You are here because you have still the possibility to redeem yourself if you confess the truth to us. We don’t think you acted alone, there’s someone else you are hiding, isn’t true? », her eyes were as cold as an iceberg and her mouth as mute as a grave. She would have never confessed the truth.
«I don’t have anything to say, you can think what you want. I didn’t kill those persons and if the police wouldn’t be so incompetent not to find out the true killer, I can’t do anything for it…Can I leave now? », the Principal looked at her with eyes full of anger and severity.
«It seems it’s impossible having a decent conversation with you, Miss Rose. Unluckily, I’ve got more urgent affairs to think about so I invite you to come back this afternoon to continue our conversation, you’ll find me here in my office at any hour. In the meantime, I suggest you to find some other excuses. See you soon, Missy. », and the torture finally ended so Rose did not think twice to stand up from her chair and escape from the prison this school became for her.
All the students that she met across the corridors gave her stares of indignation and hate and they screamed, provoked, and insulted her as if she was a witch during the Inquisition.
«Here, the assassin of those poor students! How could she be still free to cross the corridors of our school!» , screamed a girl completely disgusted and her eyes did not hide a shade of hatred.
«You should burn in hell for what you’ve done! », screamed a girl, she was going to cry, but Rose just ignored all of them until a young man stood in her way, showing his fists to her.
«Hey, bitch! Who do you think you are?», he spit in her eye, taking her by the collar of the shirt and he was about to raise her from the ground but Rose did not speak but she was unable to pronounce any single words and she was suffocating under his harsh grip.
He was going to punch her in the face and all the crowd made of students screamed louder and louder «Justice! Kill that dirty assassin! Make her pay», until a teacher came out from a room to restore the balance.
«Hey, what’s happening here? Why all this chaos, it’s a school and not a jungle! », then, seeing Rose who was going to be hit by that evil guy, the teacher became even madder.
«What are you doing? Put down immediately Miss Rose! Are you a primitive? I’m shocked about your foolish behaviour, return to your class right now! », he ordered to everyone and then he spoke again, «Are you fine, Rose?» , he was the only member of the faculty that believed in Rose’s innocence. When she was finally freed, she touched her neck nodding and her eyes was filling with tears but she did not want to cry in front of this crowd of crazy people or give them any sort of satisfaction.
«She’s a murderer, she doesn’t deserve to live one more minute! », and all the students were outraged.
«There’s no proof about Rose’s culpability and she can’t be accused for a crime she didn’t commit so I invite all of them to return in your class and leave Miss Rose alone, is that understood?», and all the crowd made of furious students disappeared instantly.
«I’m so sorry, Miss Rose for all the issues you are passing through and, after the disappearance of your sister, couldn’t have been easy for you. » , the teacher said and she nodded, unable to keep her tears even more.
«Yes… It’s all a mess, I think I go, thanks for your help, Mister…», she exhibited a little bow before to run away.
Rose has still grieved over her sister and, after that tragedy, Rose’s mind collapsed and it was as her world bowed under her feet. The causes of her sister’s death were mysterious and none could say if it was a murder, a suicide, or just a mistake.
Today in particular, Rose did not want to see anybody not even her boyfriend but she supposed he was not her boyfriend anymore after what happened and his harsh words was still projected in her mind like a nightmare that kept materializing itself during the day.
«It’s a witch hunt! », a voice that seemed coming from the other side echoed in the air and it was a voice she knew very well and Rose was not sure if she desired hearing his voice, and she did not answer.
«Don’t be angry with me, looks like you're having a tough time», and Sans chuckled in his fake way. Rose knew he was just playing with her and recently his behaviour was so weird that she was scared. She tried to dare his gaze but her stare lowered down and she sighed.
«I’m not in the mood for your jokes or anything! » . Rose looked at him with severity and she just could not imagine that a month ago, everything was so perfect and serene until a tornado made of desperation and pain broke down her heart and even her soul stopped to shine like before and it was the thing that Sans feared the most. He did not stop to follow her and check all her moves and it was something she could not accept.
«I can imagine, I’m sorry. I heard some screams coming from the school and they didn’t appear to me so friendly», Sans’ tone became softer.
«Yes, it’s really a witch hunt, as you said. They want my head, so…», and Sans’ expression appeared sad for a minute before he said, «It’s awful…»
«The teacher saved me… Anyway, what do you want? Why are you following me? It’s fucking creepy! », her voice became louder and she looked at him with a glance that did not hide any regret or madness.
«I wanted to be sure you were fine, I’m here to protect you, ya know.» , he said but she did not believe, she would have given him the first prize for the best liar.
«Bullshit! You don’t give a shit about me and you are just a fucking stalker, Sans. I’m not that stupid! », she did not want to waste gentle words with him after all what he did -or what he did not do-. «If you really cared about you should have been there to defend me. You should have listened to my reason instead of blame me like any other person in that school. Please, don’t offend my intelligence with this nonsense! », and Rose was unable to contain her rage and she screamed full of despair.
Sans was the first one who did not believe her and he believed that Rose was a criminal. Actually, he has never confessed this thought to her, but it was obvious. After some time, she learnt how to understand the skeleton and he had so many secrets to keep. He spoke about his true intentions between his lies and hidden comments, and she had to interpret what he really meant. Sans was just so wary and hypocrite and maybe worse than that crowd of crazy students that wanted to capture her. At least, they did not hide their hate while Sans played his personal game in silence. He pretended to be the great executioner but he did not understand a thing about her.
After her answer, he stayed calm, without saying a single word. Silence meant consent and this was enough. Rose did not desire continuing this conversation and she was sure he was going to follow her and maybe she should have used some of her magical tricks to leave him behind because the place where she was going was a secret. A secret she could not confess. The reason why she found herself in this huge mess.
Hello! Sorry if it’s bothered you, but I have an apprentice I like to submit.
Name: Yulia
Age: 27
Zodiac sign: Aquarius
Birth date: 10th February
Favourite flower: Chamomile
Favourite drink: milk
Favourite food: ice cream
Kind and friendly apprentice with a lot of potential.
Thank you!
