Everyone you know tells you that you are something special to him. He’s stoic and formal and quiet, they say, but not with you. You’re not so sure about that. He’s as mysterious to you as anyone else, vague and lighthearted.
He has shown you his true face before. A handsome yet scarred face, measured carefully to only express the emotions he desires to show you. But you concede that it’s often moments of kindness or laughter. He has a sense of humor but rarely smiles. Only around you.
Or does he? You shake your head. Maybe you’re tricking yourself into believing that. He probably smiles with lots of people. He’s gone for long stretches of time, on missions or somewhere far away. To meditate or train. Who knows what he does then? You don’t really ask but he doesn’t offer to tell you either.
Sometimes, he seems quieter than normal. The solemn kind of quiet that puts you a little on edge. Everyone says he seems cold or robotic. To you, he seems a little sad. Or lonely.
It’s just nice to be with him. You offer companionship and sometimes it is just the two of you with few words exchanged.
Sometimes, he teaches you how to fight, to punch fast, not harder. To strike with precision, to reserve your energy. You’re not nearly as swift or as strong as him, though his enhancements give him a certain edge in that race. He laughs when you point that out, asking if you would like to trade with him.
Sometimes, he tries to teach you how to meditate. It’s not easy to clear your head with him so near. You’ve practice and you think you are getting better. Except the one time you fell asleep after a particularly hard training session. All you remember is waking up in your bunk later that night.
Sometimes, he tells you stories. Of his homeland and of the pink trees and the trouble he used to get into. Of the mountains and of his master and his journey. Of missions of the past and dastardly criminals he had to apprehend.
You love to listen. You get the feeling that he does not share very often.
One day, he tells you he needs to go. A crisis calls for his aid, a dangerous mission with a need for subtly and subterfuge. Everyone is abuzz about it. It’s more serious than anything you’ve ever experienced.
He finds you to casually deliver the message that he, again, must go. You immediately tense up at the idea. You never like when he leaves but this time has you particularly on edge. You ask if he will be okay. He mentions a restaurant he likes and tells you he will treat you next time he’s back. He says so with a soft smile, a gesture of reassurance.
He starts to say his farewell and make his leave. In a moment of panic, you reach out and take his hand. It’s cold and sleek, the cybernetic fingers curling slightly around yours. He turns, eyebrows raised.
You ask him to promise to come home safe. You tell him you can’t lose him. “Because,” you stammer out, “I love you.”
Embarrassment flushes up to your face and it’s warm. You let go of his hand, staring at the floor with shallow breaths. You hadn’t meant to say all that.
You look up and his back is to you. He’s still, very still, and a million thoughts race through your head. Is he mad? Would he believe you if you said you were joking? Could things go back to normal, would he stay your friend?
He makes a movement and, for a second, you believe he will walk away without saying a word. But he turns to you. His face is hard but still unreadable.
You mumble out an apology.
He says nothing but reaches for your hand, holding it up with his. He closes his eyes and leans his head down, pressing his scarred lips to the tips of your fingers. You shudder at the slight graze across your skin.
“I will always come back to you.” He smiles. In the way that he only ever smiles for you.
Thank you! I’m sorry this came out a bit late, I have a lot of homework right now. Sorry that Zen’s got so short, I’m not that great at writing for him.
Zenyatta.
“What are you doing?”, Zenyatta chuckled as you kissed his robot cheek.
“Giving you love.”, you smiled.
“Well, I don’t have lips but…”, he pressed his face on your forehead, “Mwah…”, he made the noise of a kiss. You laughed as he laid his head in your lap.
“That was the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard.”, you giggled and looked at his face.
“… thank you?”, he turned his head to yours. You took your chance and peppered his face with more kisses which made him chuckle.
Genji.
Genji wasn’t that confident in himself when it comes to cuddling, but he does like to show that you’re his. So the closest overwatch agents were all sitting in the main room watching TV.
Genji was resting at the armrest of the couch and watching the movie. One by one everyone temporarily left, came back and temporarily left again for different reason. Maybe paperwork, maybe getting more popcorn. Anyways, you and Genji were all alone once again and this is where you decided to make your move.
You inch even closer to him and rest your back on his chest and get yourself up on his lap.
“Well, hello there.”, Genji smiled in surprise.
“Hi!”, You smile back and give him a peck on the cheek right below one of his scars.
“Are you sure you’re comftreble?”, he wrapped his arms around you.
“Yeah…”, you snuggle your head under his chin. He kissed your temple and laid back as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you. Neither of you really paid attention to the movie anymore and finally you just turned to him. You lips met each others and you made out for a while until somebody came in.
“Ugh… get a room!”, Hana said and sat down on the other side of the couch with a new bowl of popcorn and her phone.
You felt your face get warmer and when you looked at Genji his face was just as red as you felt like you were. He smiled at you and you leaned against him again.
Hanzo.
He wasn’t very affectionate, he loved you but he didn’t show it that often.
So you decided to make something special for him. You had tidied up the place and made everything cozy.
“What is this?”, he asked, surprised, when he got home.
“I want to do something special for you!”, you smiled from the couch. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to you.
“You didn’t have to do anything for me, you know.”, he smiled.
“I know, I just wanted to.”, you kissed his cheek. He immidietly got flustered and tried to hide it.
You sat down so you could see his back and started massaging him. Hanzo was tense but easily relaxed. He sighed of relief as you massaged his shoulders and back.
“Thank you, I really needed that.”, he smiled when you stopped.
“My pleasure.”, you smiled and planted a kiss on his neck. You laid down on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.
He’s not a fan of winter, even though he runs hot he finds he does better in summer months
So when the snow started falling he cursed and ducked into the first place he saw
Which happened to be the cafe where you were studying
You immediately noticed him, as he was dressed rather strangely
He ordered something hot, not really caring what it was and sat down at a table near yours
You tried to ignore him but each time you chanced a look at him he was staring right at you
He would look away quickly as if he hadn’t been staring and you wonder if the red on his cheeks was from the cold or something else
Eventually you looked directly at him and quirked an eyebrow, “Can I help you?”
He cleared his throat and came over to your table, sitting down opposite you
“Don’t take this the wrong way, darlin’, but you’re just about the prettiest sight I ever seen.”
Well that was forward, but his accent was so cute
The two of you talked while snow fell outside, accumulating on the sidewalks
He was surprisingly interested in what you were studying, asking questions about your field and why you wanted to go into it
He watched your eyes light up when you talked about your dream job, the smile on your face that he was sure you didn’t even notice
And then you turned your head and looked at the snow, the sunset lighting you up in an orange glow
And Jesse McCree fell
Genji
Genji came to this cafe often
With Overwatch stationed nearby it was a convenient place to stop by and grab something for either himself or the team
But something was different today
There was a new waitress. You
He immediately found you attractive but he wasn’t the type to flirt so easily now
He ordered and waited patiently at one of the tables
You bustled by and in your haste tripped over your own feet, the drinks in your hands spilling all over the table
Your face flushed red and you began apologizing profusely
He was quick to tell you that there was no harm done
He gets his new order and leaves but returns later that evening after mulling it over
“Welcome back! Can I help you?” you chirp, smiling brightly at him
He feels his heart stutter in his chest and rethinks what he came here for. But in the end…
“I was actually wondering if you maybe wanted to go out with me sometime?”
He expects you to shut him down, but your eyes light up and you agree readily
Genji’s not sure he believes in love in first sight. But if he does. He found it with you
Hanzo
The first thing he noticed about you was your colorful vocabulary
You cursed as you came in from the veritable blizzard outside
He quirked an eyebrow at you as you made eye contact and you smiled sheepishly
“There’s snow like….everywhere.” you say, exasperatedly gesturing to yourself and then outside
“Yes, I see that.” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Can I offer to buy you something to warm you up, then?” he tilts his head inquisitively.
He’s hot. Like really hot. For a split second you think about saying he could warm you up, but catch yourself just before it slips out.
“That would be nice, thank you.”
You sit and enjoy a nice hot cup of something with him
He finds you amusing and you appreciate his dry humor
He doesn’t get attached to people, he’s trained himself not to
But you feel like a burst of color in a colorblind world
He asks you if you enjoyed your drink and you wrinkle your nose, “God no, I hate coffee. I’m not even sure why I ordered it.”
And he’s not sure why, but that sentence alone makes his heart thump painfully in his chest
He grins at you, “I hate coffee too. I much prefer tea.”
You make a noise of profound agreement and he decides he’s doomed to fail at keeping you out of his heart. You’re burrowed there too deeply already
@demialwrites commission! Thank you muchly for the support. ❤
Prompt: Going off of the idea that Genji doesn’t like the sound of his own voice.
Word count: 1495
Genji Shimada was a real mystery. You have been
working with him for a decent amount of time now, yet he still glares at you
with a gaze sharp as daggers. The very aura he gives off sends shivers down
your spine in pure intimidation. Even worse, he barely utters any words around
you. You would hear him utter a few scarce words to his teammates, but he has
never once directly spoken a word toward you. You suppose that just came with
being a member of Blackwarch, but he was near impossible to read and the lack
of communication made getting close and completing missions very difficult. And
yet, the mystery surrounding him made Genji all the more alluring. You wanted
to get to know him, to grow close and actually get friendly with the solitary
ninja. You feared he didn’t like you, but you wanted to change that. Perhaps
ease the tension a little. So, during your down time between missions, you made
every attempt you could to befriend Genji.
Your first attempt was trying to sit with him for lunch.
It would be an easy, casual way to start up a conversation. It was then you
came to realize Genji never really ate in the cafeteria with everyone else. You
spent a good chunk of your lunch time trying to find him, only to find he’s
been sitting on the roof with only 5 minutes left to your break. And, as luck
would have it, Genji decided his lunch was up and chose to leave as you were
planning how to get up there. You wound up having to eat your lunch while
working and that wasn’t the most pleasant thing to do.
Your next method of attack was to team up with Genji
during training. Not the best in terms of being social, but it’s a good way to
strengthen your bond on the battlefield! However, Genji turned out to be quite
a handful to say the least. He still didn’t talk to you and he absolutely
slaughtered you. He kicked your ass so hard you’re going to feel it for weeks.
You leave the training area feeling incredibly sore and Genji didn’t so much as
give you a glance before up and leaving. You stared at his back as he walked
away with a look of longing in your eyes. You wanted to make this work, you
really did, but perhaps Genji didn’t.
Maybe he was just dead set on being that silent loner. Perhaps this
relationship you were striving for just wasn’t meant to be.
Then, a few days later,
you were called on an urgent mission. There was a major attack on a city by
Talon. The battle was expected to be gruesome, but you were ready… until you
saw Genji sitting in the very same transport ship you were boarding. Your heart
sunk as he shot you his usual glare, but the only available seat was right next
to him. You just hoped he could tolerate your presence for the duration of the
flight.
You were well into the battle when all of a sudden you
were struck with an intense, burning pain. Your knees buckled, your hands moved
to grip the aching area, and suddenly you hit the ground. The sound of gun
shots and crashing began to fade to a frightening silence. Your vision goes
black.
You aren’t sure how much time as passed, but you
slowly open your eyes to find the scene from before till stayed strong. There
was rubble everywhere and the sound of gunshots didn’t let up. The searing pain
is back, but when you reach to apply pressure to the area you find a hand is
already there. Only then do you realize Genji is right beside you. As a matter
of fact, it seems he has moved you too. He had the two of you hidden behind an
overturned car and he had you sitting up, resting against its side so you’d be
at least a little more comfortable.
You bite your lip and wince at the pain as you grab
Genji’s hand and move it from your wound so you can inspect it. Looks like
you’ve been shot and you’re bleeding quite a lot. You press your hands on it to
lessen the blood flow, trying your hardest not to show any weakness in front of
Genji, considering he already thinks so lowly of you.
“You will be alright,” Genji says. “I called Angela.
She is coming. You will be taken to safety and treated shortly.”
Your eyes light up at the sound of his voice. It was
so… gentle. So soft in contrast to his hard and harp exterior. Even the gentle
tremor of cybernetics on his vocal chords was like music to your ears. You’ve
heard him speak before, granted, but only out of eavesdropping. Now, you get to
hear his voice loud and clear and it was so
worth the wait.
“You just spoke to me,” you mutter, looking completely
dumbfounded.
“…Yes,” he replies. “What, did you think I was mute?”
“No! Not… exactly.
You just— barely ever talk at all.
And this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me! I was starting to think that, well, maybe you just didn’t like
me.”
You could hear Genji sputter a bit in shock underneath
his mask.
“What? I do not dislike you at all,” he says with
earnest.
“Then why don’t you ever talk to me?”
Genji goes silent. He turns his gaze away from you in
what appears to be embarrassment.
“…..voice….” he whispers.
“What?”
“It’s—my voice. The way it sounds. I hate it. I try to
avoid it as much as I can,” Genji says with a sigh.
“Oh,” is all you can really say in response. “But… the
way you glare at me—“
“That’s just my face.”
“And you eating alone at lunch—“
“I do not want people to see my face.”
“And the training?”
“I never go easy on anybody. Didn’t the others tell
you?”
You take a moment to think it all over, then let out a
weak giggle, stopping only because it hurts too much.
“So that’s really it then? You just don’t like the
sound of your voice?”
Genji nods.
“Well, I like it,” you comment. “Been trying so hard
to hear it lately and it sounds wonderful. Such a shame for you to hide such a
wonderful thing.”
You let out a grunt as another wave of pain hits you.
You aren’t sure if you can stay conscious before Mercy arrives. Genji notices
this and takes hold of one of your hands.
“I’ve got you,” he says softly. That was enough to
keep you going.
“So… you don’t dislike me,” you start. “But do you…
like me?” Okay, maybe now the shock was making you a little too bold.
You can hear the smile in Genji’s voice as he
responds. “Yes,” he says. “I like you very much. I just feared you wouldn’t
like me all too much. I stay distant with just about everyone I meet just to be
safe.”
The grip you have on Genji’s hand weakens. You can
feel the world spinning.
“I like you, I like you,” you chant in your dizzy
state. “You just need to talk to me more, alright? I don’t think I can live
without hearing that voice from now on.”
Genji shakes his head in whimsical disbelief.
“I will have to work my way up to speaking more. But I
can try, for you.”
And with that, you were
out.
You eventually come to in a white room, nestled nicely
in a warm, soft bed. You must be in a med bay, safely away from the hectic
battlefield. Yet, your first thought was whether or not Genji made it out okay.
You slowly rise so you’re sitting up in the bed,
groaning softly at the discomfort as you were still experiencing a bit of pain.
Then, you feel a gentle touch on your hand and turn to see Genji sitting beside
your bed. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was smiling.
“Hello,” he coos softly, tightening his grip on your
hand. God, his voice was like butter. You wanted to wrap yourself up in it.
“Hello,” you say in reply.
“I am glad you are alright. I tried speaking to you
while you were asleep. Thought it might wake you up faster…”
Oh! Well, he certainly seems to be living up to his
promise to talk to you more. How sweet. You carefully inch closer to the edge
of the bed so you could be closer to Genji.
“Hm, maybe that’s why I rested so well,” you say.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,”
Genji replies, just soft enough so only you could hear him. His voice acting
like a well-kept secret between the two of you. You absolutely loved it.
Aww thanks honey. I’ll see what I can do! Update: Its cute? Its kind of small? I love you? Please forgive
This was starting to bother you, you realized as you tried with all your might to focus on the movie in front of you. It was a new movie, too, one you’d wanted to see for awhile. A lot of your Overwatch friends had come for dinner and a movie together, and so far it was a lot of fun.
The only actual issue you were having was the fact that, well…you really wanted to pet your boyfriends hair. It was less of a want and almost a need, and it kind of surprised you how strong the urge was.
Genji Shimada was your cyborg boyfriend, and was probably the most handsome man alive, you thought with the barest smile. After a rough past, Genji was mostly made of machine but had a lot of human parts, including a scarred face. He’d say differently but in your mind, he was exquisite. He was perfect.
While you loved your boyfriend as a whole, you’d ended up with this unfortunate need to just touch his face or stroke his hair. It happened most of the time, but was usually controllable. You loved pressing kisses across his face…
Honestly, you weren’t sure why you felt the need to touch him so much, but you felt like it was your minds reaction to knowing he’d never really known a positive touch in his past.
With everyone here, you’d promised yourself that you’d manage to keep your hands to yourself. But Genji had decided to lay on the loveseat you both sat on, his legs dangling off the side and his head in your lap as you all watched the movie.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you couldn’t help it when your eyes finally moved to him and began to study his features. Every scar was a story, and your hand trembled as you struggled to resist… would anyone really care?
The room was dark, and Lena and Hana sat on the ground, entirely engrossed in the movie. Lucio sat a foot or two away, in front of Reinhardt where he sat in a chair. Fareeha sat on the long couch with Angela and Jesse, all of them staring intently at the screen and eating popcorn. Surely…
Giving way to your urge, you felt better as your fingers touched silky soft strands of black locks. Sifting your fingers through his hair, you felt a release in your chest that eased as you studied him.
At the touch of your hand, you saw Genji rip his eyes from the screen to slowly turn his head up to watch you. There was a moment of hesitation before he smiled, and even in the dim light he was stunning. You loved those smiles, which had your heart beating a mile per hour.
“Hi,” Genji whispers, voice barely audible over the loud TV but you still hear him just fine. He didn’t seem bothered at all as you continued running your fingers through his hair, his eyes full of mischief.
Blushing a little, you smiled at him. “Hi,” you whispered, your hand sliding and your finger tips began to trace his lips slowly, which parted under your touch.
Genji slowly turned his head and kissed your palm, but remained undisturbed by your decision to continue to touch him. You knew it must be irritating sometimes, how difficult it could be to keep your hands off of him, but Genji never seemed to really mind, which was always a relief for you.
In fact, Genji almost seemed to bask in the glow of affection. And it wasn’t like he didn’t like taking his turn. He’d touch your hair, your lips, trace the contours of your face as if memorizing it again and again for the first time.
“I love you,” you whisper, your fingers gliding across the uneven edges of his scars, loving the feel of them. Once upon a time, those scars would have made him flinch if you touched them. Hell, at first he had a problem with you just looking at him.
Now…
“I love you,” Genji said softly, reaching up to cup the back of your head and pull you down into a soft, needy kiss that left you breathless. With an impish smile, he looked back at the TV after.
Face flushed, you caressed his cheek, deciding that was sufficient enough for you.
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