#BLURRED LINES || Hanzo x Yang

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🍁 + first impression of Grandmaster Hasashi / Scorpion / Commander Hasashi and how that perception changes over the years?

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Yang couldn't help the laugh that escaped her in that moment, her expression brightening up considerably. "Well, it was certainly an interesting shift!" Her voice was up lifted, thinking back too so very long ago, into a time and place that no longer existed. Erased in the sands of time and space to never be seen again. Yet there the woman was, as living proof it all had existed and happened in some distant place. "My first impression of Commander Hasashi was of a powerful and brooding man, one who commanded respect, and was well experienced. He cared for those under him, and the squadron became more like a family than anything else... I came to view him as one of my closest friends- until that fateful day that had everyone else killed... We were the only survivors. After that, we were well and truly equals, constantly lifting one another up, comforting, supportive. I became second in command as we rebuilt, and... Not long after that, we just followed our hearts, and became more. We still did our every days, but indulged in the love we had. It wasn't a secret by any means, and we were happy... for a time." Yang trailed off, frowning for a few heart beats. The memory of Commander Hasashi's death still hung heavy.

She shook it off quickly, and came back into reality, smile returning once more onto the woman's features. She had promised to remember, and always kept it. But still had to move forwards. "Grandmaster Hasashi of the Shirai Ryu, while he has the same soul, the same eyes, same face, he is still different in some ways, but so very alike in others. Still maintains that stubborn streak of his too! But he also cares more deeply than most people give him credit for. I met him and immediately felt like I was welcome, after being away so long. Even if he hadn't met me, it was like we clicked and knew one another. Maybe some deeper part of himself has some inkling, maybe a muscle memory- but I will never put expectations on him. His life, his choices. And everything he has done now has earned my full respect. He's pulled himself out of the fire and become the torch to bring others warmth. Still a righteous man despite that past."

[sasorikigai]

😊 - It makes me happy to see you on my dashboard! 😍 - I love your writing style! 🤩 - You’re one of the blogs I admire the most! 😁 - Our interactions bring me joy! ❤️ - You’re my favourite blog! 💚 - You inspire me! 💙 - I love your muses! 💜 - I love you, the mun! 🤎 - Your characters are well developed and deserve more love! 🤍 - Your headcanons give me life! 💖 - You write your canon character(s) very accurately! 💗 !💞 -FINGER GUNS-

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😊 - It makes me happy to see you on my dashboard!

😍 - I love your writing style!

🤩 - You’re one of the blogs I admire the most!

😁 - Our interactions bring me joy!

❤️ - You’re my favourite blog!

💚 - You inspire me!

💙 - I love your muses!

💜 - I love you, the mun!

🤎 - Your characters are well developed and deserve more love!

🤍 - Your headcanons give me life!

💖 - You write your canon character(s) very accurately!

💗 - Your blog aesthetic is top notch!

💞 - I’m glad we are friends!

D now I know it you XD, not making that mistake ever again. Trust me when I say your feels are wholly reciprocated, because the moment Hanzo/Scorpion and Yang interacted, I knew I hit a jackpot. They share so many profound traumas and facets that make them painfully human, with magnanimous heart and soul that always seeks for betterment, development, and redemption for all the wrongs of the past, whatever they may be. Our interactions, most definitely, are by far one of my favorites I’ve ever written in five years of RPing and I just love all of our three variations (blurred lines = Modern Commander Hanzo x Yang, fire-threaded = Scorpion x Yang, and tangled hearts = Grandmaster Hasashi x Yang) with all my heathen and angst-addicted heart. Bless you for endless support, enthusiasm, dedication, kindness, etc. when it comes to my blog and my being. You are an incorrigible partner, and I love you so much, and all of your muses too. <3 

[yetremains]

∞ (Commander Hasashi and Scorpion)

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(Time for both~.)

"Well then, Commander~."

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning || Irreplaceable

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || I'd also ask you out on one || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life || Unflinching Loyalty

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW! || Wrecking Each Other every Weekend, This is just fact

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together || Will Lounge Naked

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life || My Missing Half

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"If we're being honest as I tend to do, Scorpion."

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot (pun intended) || Stunning || Awe Inspiring

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || Anywhere Anytyime || WILL YOU MARRY ME || Would you be comfortable with that-

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life || Would Accompany Anywhere

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply || Is this even a question???

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW! || Snuggle Me After

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together (I'll clean your hair)

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life || Completion I didn't Know I Craved

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love, family, and anger headcanons please (bonus if it relates to Hanzo/Scorpion in any of our verses!)

* talk about your muse!

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When it comes to romantic love, Yang's feeling burn bright and deep. She is a woman whom will hold onto those affections for a ridiculously long amount of time. When it comes too Commander Hanzo verse, she is still young enough to be more open, and happily shares in the affections that they have felt mutually once he had shown it was very much going both ways. As a result of this, he can expect to find himself with little gifts here and there, gentle stolen kisses at any time, and always going to stay by his side as long as she can, for it is with all her heart she loves that man. If anything threatens to tear them apart, then she will fight tooth and nail to stop it. As for the MK2021 Verse since that's the next closest that they have, Yang is careful with opening up that part of herself, even if the flame in her heart burns bright. Yes, she has been fallen for the man and long since given up trying not to do so. She has two certain type's after all and can not help how her heart feels. However is more unsure if saying such things towards him would be wise, because she is so aware of his pain and loss which is quite familiar with herself. But at the same time those affections that have been being shown, while careful, are always given without any regret. There won't be anything to take this from her come hell or high water. God help anything that tries. But might try making a move soon...

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I know you said Hanzo but, I'm gonna run with Satoshi here because GOOD BOY BABY BOY. From the moment Yang had met him, and knew who he was, she felt this motherly instinct to protect and teach him. It was a very natural feeling that she had fallen into and will make sure to fiercely protect him with everything she can while educating Satoshi about life, the world, combat styles, Shirai Ryu traditions from memory, and even just every day skills. Already the woman is very proud of him and his honesty, his strong heart, and sharp mind. Yang truly believes that Satoshi is capable of anything. In this verse the goal is to reunite Hanzo with his son, and give Satoshi back his father, even if they must fight like hell for it. Course in the end, Yang fully expects to let herself fade int obscurity when it's all over, as to not take away from the father and his son. But even if that happens, Yang will still be protective from a distance, of both of them. She still cares for Hanzo even if it's a different era.

send 😡 for an anger headcanon

Considering how MK2021 Scorpion thinks and is, Yang can get angry with him for getting needlessly hurt. Sure he is dead but that doesn't mean he does not feel pain. This anger and frustration will often get turned into fuel and be directed towards whatever caused it in the first place. He's not done anything to really make her angry other than to get overly injured or take ridiculous risks. Certainly some of his attitude can cause frustration but more than anything, her anger stems from other events. BUT, since I know he can be a little shit at times... Yang will get an initial anger at him popping up specifically at random to spook her. Nothing too violent or out bursting, but certainly a shout or two. The only physical reaction would be a first time he does it, immediate reaction being drop low and kick out the legs of whatever has tried to spook her. So imagine this 5'6" woman shouting at 6'2" Hanzo and very much looking like an angry cat.

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Lean & caress (Cmmr. Hasashi to SiC Yang, in lieu of the recent aesthetic thing I tagged you)

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❛    lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face .

Soldiers always, warriors at the core, but so very human. This was the simplest way to describe Commander Hanzo, SiC Yang, and the rest of the special forces that they lead. Humans standing strong upon a singular planet, a spec of dust compared too any other world, suspended impossible within a sunbeam despite all the stacked odds against it, and every life upon it. A small ever changing stage upon Earth in a cosmic arena, every flickering distant light taking so long too reach it, as it continues to turn every day. No distant dramatic heroics waiting out there in the deep eternity of everything, only those standing on this surface who offer their lives and strengths as a bulwark against anything else, protectors of earthrealm from outside invaders, and even themselves against the cruelty of humanity, or the demons they summon and linger in the darkest corners of the world. Evolving, turning, changing. So loud and active even to echo into the deep throes of space. Blissful quiet was ever a welcome occurrence within this life, no matter what sorts of madness or turmoil might be roiling in future days. Those long war zones left behind in another place. It was the here and now moment that truly mattered as they two lay side by side in contentment while the universe proceeded to turn and sway, stars twinkling in skies high above that spanned horizon to horizon, become the gentle sheet over this little world. The only sound being two shared quiet breathing, alongside the soft music within ear buds Hanzo has offered. It was arguably a perfect moment, oh to wish it be saved for an eternity. How the heart ached to over flow with blinding affection to convey beyond what the limitations of this life bring, to truly entangle ones spirit with another. The warm weight shifting closer prompted Talia's attention away from the sheer comforted contentment of her daze, now watching Hanzo's closer visage with a soft hazel eyed gaze. Settling upon her shoulder like this while the roughened warm palm met upon her cheek. Poetics flew away from potential words that could be spoke in the perfect moment such as this. What could be said?

The anchoring of Hanzo Hasashi was never in question, taken place within her harbor and ever gleaming lighthouse, a powerful stalwart constant to guide the man home should she ever need to. And on the flip side, it was the burning adventure within Hanzo himself to bring Talia out in every way, not just honorable or loyal. But fully open and free with her spirit. Embers never too far away and flickering up when so close. It was with a gently hand did she reach up to place atop his own, head turning to nuzzle into the touch while lips placed a feather soft kiss upon the skin, whispering against it. "You've become everything and more, the emblazoned part of my heart that shall never fade." Ever so silently spoken, never daring to break the quiet around this instant in time. A purity in how powerful love can be to be so deep, carving canyons within ones self from the rushing emotion forming rivers within. Everything to connect one with another. This was an essence the woman would forever let herself sail down... But ah, the minutes ticked by. And the man was dozing off now. She could not help but smile to brightly at seeing the peaceful expression growing upon his face, in this intimacy between them two. One arm softly wrapping around him to hold close against her strong form, a protection from any outside influence, the world may exist outside of them still, but nothing will take this away, this brief eternity. "I love you."

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“You broke my nose!” (from Commander Hasashi to SiC Yang)

The dull resounding thuds of every physical impact was something that became nothing more than an instrumental accompaniment for the ever intense sparring sessions between The Commander and Second In Command, accented by grunts and wheezes, or sudden shouts. The dance a flexing of limbs and exchanged blows, parry, twist, repeat. It had been such a way for years now, even before the promotion of which Operative Yang now found herself living up too. Back then, her power was still growing, fluctuating, being better harnessed into a forwarded weapon within the human body, forged in fires of war zones and horrifying battle fields. Even now, there was improvements as always, honing the body further and sharpening reflexes, only truly capable of cutting loose physically with someone of evenly matched capability and physical prowess. Such as Hasashi himself.

However, even during these times of truly unbridled physical exertion based within the absolute trust between each other, injuries can take effect and be harsh. This was one such time, as a carefully placed counter kick was delivered. Yang's body taking a sharp spin with her powerful legs in a rapid movement, only too hear the immediate crunch sound there after. That was the sound of something breaking, and it wasn't her- followed by the sudden words of Commander Hassashi. That tension and build up from the sparring was just suddenly gone in seconds. "Oh shi- Hanzo-" They each knew the risks of truly going against one another without holding back, for she herself had walked away with her own injuries, long ago a broken wrist having set her on leave when just a subordinate, long before that fateful crash into the ocean that left them two the only survivors by sheer luck, or cruel fate. "I am so sorry- here, hold still."

The switch between war hardened soldier and into soft caring partner was immediate and flawless, for she was one and the same within this mortal body, full of aches and pains and bruises. She immediately threw off the hardened training gloves, letting them flop too the mats of the floor without a second glance, allowing bare hands too very carefully pull a cloth from her pocket. One that had been meant to stop potential bleeding. Now bringing it up too ever so delicately dab just under Hanzo's nose as the red began too flow, now holding it there, while her other hand softly held the Commander's cheek with that tender touch, thumbs giving a ghosting caress over his cheek bone. Concern and apology all over her expression. But there lay a curiosity, how had she gotten such a critical hit in? Had her speed and reflexes improved that much already? It begged the question of just how much further she could be pushed. "It doesn't look horrible from where I stand, but it will need to be set back in place... Let's go too the infirmary and fix this." Oh... Yang would not live this down.

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This is the most simplistic and carnal way he could return the favor, of his Second-in-Command alleviating the seeds of pain and torment and lifting the depression that had threaded through his heart all those years. As soon as their lips lock and he’s fervently digging further into the valleys and ridges of her profile, he forgets all the stops and barriers that had halted him from plunging headfirst into the unfathomable, yet familiar sensation. His tongue twists, grasps a hold of hers as teeth nip, suck and paint strokes upon what’s rightfully his. For damaged isn't the same as broken nor unfixable, as Hanzo Hasashi finds purchase against her femininity, as gradual steadiness of his descent paints her with passionate warmth, as the flesh and bone of his being echoes his accelerating pulse, as blood rushes in and pulses in the depth of his being. (for Sinday <3)

Ever engulfing and entirely was the affection, the love that was given from Hanzo much like a firestorm, burning, heated, and ever on it's own rules and terms. The way such flames of passion roared in sudden essence could sweep the woman into the undertow, willingly. Every beat of the pulse was nothing more than a bass beat meant to accompany heart strings leading this orchestra of emotion and desire. Eternity could be meld within but one second, forever be everything and nothing all at once, and oh here it could be felt in both so very keenly, the world ceasing to exist outside this space, only occupied between pressed bodies and claiming hands. A love than can both contain wild passion and soft comfort in the same breath was so rare. And ever so addicting. not unlike a natural drug, a growing addiction that can't be denied.

The taste was always something spicy and warm, like smoke from a heath fire alongside spiced cooking, hints of what could only be described as magnetic need tugging at every sense. Talia's hands gripped tight at Hanzo's shirt, so to press herself as close as possible upon his larger form, before those arms lift and instead twine over his shoulders, Talia's spine bending into a delicate curve up, wishing nothing more than to meld together and become something more, beyond what the mortal coil keeps them bond onto. The muffled whine that escapes between the heated kiss and hungry lips is impossible to keep contained. Claiming everything she was, and thus so she does as well, tugging as much upon the Commander's form in equal fervent nature, barely taking moments to breathe. Leaving a singular soft gentle bite mark upon Hanzo's lower lip for certain. Only then did she finally have to pull back for a sharp inhale of of oxygen, having become slightly light headed in the end. Sharing the same breath even now.

Smile remaining, causing hazel eyes to gleam with joyful affection, the entire reflection on her skin and in that gaze reflecting only what is felt in this moment with the man currently keeping her form pressed into the wall with not a single inch left free between them both. " 愛してるよ、ハート・ファイアー。" One hand moved then, bringing one arm away from having so tightly clung onto Hanzo, only for the palm to soon rest upon the mans warm cheek. Talia's smile growing into a blissful warmth, something she felt down soul deep in this moment. Heavy within her heart and echoing, pounding upon the ribcage barely containing it, in time with the matching one within the other. "You have called me your Lighthouse. Yet it is you whom has shone your gleaming firelight on the impossible gloom as well. I shall never witness that flame of yours go out, so long as I draw breath. Now..." Her expression becomes playful then, with the ever well known smirk of hers. "Steal that breath a second time."

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∞ (for both Hasashis!)

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For Hanzo

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot(Badumtish) || Stunning || Captivating

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME (a bit fast really but a possibility) || Warning label, Will spoil

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life || No Hesitation

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply || Will march into hell/netherrealm

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!(she tries to be subtle) || Wine And Dine Full Package

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together || Never Fearful In Kombat Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life(Of that life?) || Real People with Real Love and Understanding(while it lasts~)

For Satoshi

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply || If Anything Happened to Satoshi, Yang Will Kill Everyone And Then Herself

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together || Will Listen And Support This Boy

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life || My Son Now

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KINK: rough sex with Hanzo. By rough I mean she will not be able to walk for a while as she will be a boneless puddle beneath him. Obviously, this topic will come to the light of their conversation eventually and unless Talia's consent, Hanzo will never exact it.

Send my muse a 🕯KINK⛓ and they’ll rate it!

Hooo, now that's something that has Yang taking a long deep breath. Such things would be rare for fighters such as they, needing to be ready for any moments notice or the drop of a hat to get up and move, prepare, anything. Saying nothing of their individual stamina and durable capability... The very idea and notion had many more undertones than just not walking after.

not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now

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Oh, we're daring you to Kiss people? I dare you to kiss Hanzo

Send me “ I dare you to kiss…” + a name or an URL

Silly! The loyal Second In Command had already kissed Commander Hasashi many times. But being dare too like it was a silly game? Ah, that had the young soldier feeling like a teenager again, maybe even a recruit! Thrown back into memory lane in just mere seconds that allowed her to relive so many moments and years in seconds. How the soul could sing so vibrantly from better moment sin her past history. In the here an now, reality of it all, there were even more. The true ways of passion and equal divine desires that had long since been brought into the world and no longer left too the imagination.

“Like that’s a dare at all.” Yang’s voice was full of amusement as she spoke, followed by the most gentle of chuckling sounds. While the rest of the Special Forces did know of their relationship by now, Yang knew very well that Hanzo preferred to keep professional life and private life separate for the most part. But everything always did blend together in some ways, that was just the way of how the world worked. But at this currently moment the woman had decided to go right for the Commander’s office.

Ah he was alone. Good, not a real surprise there. With such confidence that always came from the warrior did she cross the room towards where Hanzo sat, moving around towards him with grace. One hand reaching out to softly tilt his head just right while Talia leaned down, placing her lips upon his in such a tender kiss, exuding warmth and affection for each second that ticked away. Each pulse beat content. Whispering against him with a ghost of a voice, “Hello, ハートファイア.”

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Icons Only; finding Hanzo/Scorpion completely naked in bed with a ribbon around his middle (the heathen in me had to lol)

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"Never have I ever gone above and beyond to care for the others, including me, against the better judgment of taking care of yourself first." (From Commander Hasashi to SiC Yang)

And there it was. Yang expected something like this to come about eventually in this little game, and even with that knowledge of knowing this man so well, it did not make it any easier. The woman could only give the Commander a sheepish smile, for she damn well knew, that herself and him were just as bad as each other. They were so alike in many ways, and yet were opposites in many others. A complimentary connection... But that also made it easier to call one another out.

The bottle was lifted then after she rolled one shoulder, and then took a deep drink. Taking a moment to take a breathe once she swallowed. “Okay fair, accurate. But I personally think it’s worth it in the end... You’re just as bad as me.”

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Hanzo: may I cook you a dish I used to make to... Harumi? It would mean a lot if you would allow me (it is a simple Tenshindon but spiced with chili oil and ginger).

Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO. 

This came as a surprise, of a sort. Yang knew that Hanzo enjoyed food, cooking as much as eating it, and that was one of his love languages- but the specifics of this dish and knowing held a knew sort of weight. One that was like a rush of emotion straight for the heart. It wasn’t even a moments hesitation or need to think, as her entire expression softens towards Hanzo.

“Yes, of course. You needn’t ever ask, the answer shall always be Yes.”

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Diamond and clover for the platonic affection meme! (From Hanzo)

Platonic Affections Meme

Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair Send me a ♧ for our muses to cuddle

It was so fresh and new, being able to be so freely affectionate like this when behind closed doors when downtime so allowed. And yet it came so naturally as if it was merely par for the course, having merely to cross that line that had been blurred so completely already. And it was something that the woman did not regret one bit, capable of showering affections and receiving such in return, be they intense and wild or soft and slow, everything didn’t matter, for it was just the way of their love for one another, melding together easily. “I enjoy this. We should do this more.”

For now, Talia held Hanzo in her embrace, sat in front of herself and leaned back against her chest. Enjoying the warmth he gave while keeping her arms wrapped softly around his larger form as they lay back upon a couch. A moment of reprieve and quiet to forget the rest of the world for a time, for nothing else to exist outside these walls or dimly lit surroundings. Certainly not bruises or bumps from training, practice, friendly sparring, and the like. The ability to have both such strength and danger, yet extend such a tender touch for someone whom had gotten such of her affections, was a wonderful experience to have. Even as her voice began to softly hum a little tune, an old lullaby really, to accompany the soft noises of the world, her mind would flicker up with tiny brief memories. Images of side long glances, or briefly held hands just a fraction too long, exchanged long conversations to last deep into the night that said everything and nothing at once. The subtle moments of the beauty of life and connections with another. How rare that was to achieve in this world, to come like it was second nature.

Both hands slid up then along Hanzo’s shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze for a second or two, before her fingers brushed along his neck with the ghost of a caress. Each digit slipping further up and into the mans hair, having long since untied it from where he kept it up. Each hand stroked through the long hair with ever so gentle and precise touch, how she loved the feeling of this moment here and now. The soul could sing of every single emotion that rushed through it, of contentment and comfort, warmth, affections, and so much tenderness that could make anyone blush. Talia felt no need for words, not yet, as much as she wished she could find some sort of poetic or profound collection to share. No, nothing came to mind that could convey just how much she wanted to communicate. Actions ever did speak louder than words. And so, her hands continued to play with the mans long hair as finger nails softly dragged along his scalp with some teasing motions. Everything focused on making sure Hanzo Hasashi was at ease and as comfortable as she in this shared space, to en-kindle his affection flame.

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❓(for Commander Hanzo Hasashi!)

Send ❓  and my muse will answer all questions honestly.   

Does my muse trust yours?  

“With everything I am and more. I trust you beyond words. Willing to try even the impossible for you.”

Does my muse dislike yours?

“I’ve never truly disliked you at any point. Even if there may be and argument here or there, we are only human after all, it’s what happens.”

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

“Not even a question about it, yes, I would. I’d stay on a battle field to fell as many enemies as you needed me to, of whatever I need to slay to get back too you. Hell hath no fury, after all, as the saying goes.”

Would my muse kill your muse?

“Hell no. Never. Were we to be pitted against one another, I do not think that I could ever truly kill you. But I’d not let you kill me either without good reason. If there was no choice, then I would stop you however I could without bringing you low. I can’t.”

Would my muse save yours?

“Always will I try my best to. But of course, it had been you to save me as well, hasn’t it? We are equal parts on this, as he stand on the same grounds and morals. Too stubborn to die or quit, and no one left behind.”

Does my muse find your muse attractive?

“In so many ways, yes, I do. Your eyes can become captivating for me, your face so expressive, or stoic, at the drop of a hat. That personality of yours can be so emotional and deep that it drags me in, and how your voice sounds when speaking your true feelings. Beautiful.”

Is my muse disgusted by yours?

“I’ve never been disgusted by you. The stories I have heard, I am only disgusted by what has been done too you, but not by you yourself, Hanzo.”

would my muse go on a date with your muse? 

“That even really a question? Of course I would. Depending on the type of date I might admittedly get a little flustered, but none the less I am more than happy too. Course, just being able to be content with you anywhere is more than enough for me.”

would my muse kiss yours? 

“Again and again. Anywhere you would let me. Give and receive kisses in equal measure. But I might spoil you.”

would my muse betray yours? 

“Fuck no. Never in this lifetime, or any other, would I betray you. That is not the sort of person I am.”

my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____

“How you never seem to give up, and stand back up despite everything trying to drag you down. That pure heart of yours, no matter how broken and stitched back together it may be, continues to shine bright and beat like a drum. You are an impossible man with the indomitable spirit.”

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____

“Sometimes you hold all this pain deep inside... And let it eat away at you. You don’t have to be quiet or keep everything bottled away. No need to let your self carry your weight alone, Hanzo.”

[yetremains]

“Do you ever need a ten minute hug but only from a specific person?” *smirks seductively* (Modern Hanzo to Yang)

The woman had just finished the shower for the evening, having long since dried and ready for rest after the long day, pajamas always so comfortable. It had been more stressful than it had been active, far too many things to do at once. But it was strangely enough a welcome reprieve from the combat and battle fields that any could be sent out on. This? This was practically domestic and normal. And just as this thought had been crossing the mind, the Commander's voice filtered in. Allowing the second in command to relax visibly and give him a playful look in return. Despite every turn, all the odds, the agony which twisted each of them had been slowly warmed and softened. The two unlikely individual's tied together into deep affection and understanding in the most unlikely of ways. When one might look back on it all, it was startling where it began. But all the same, Yang, Talia Jones, found herself incredibly thankful, and would never trade this for all the worlds there may be.

This right here was perfect.

"Only ten minutes? I'd say I prefer a lot more than just that, Hanzo." Talia's voice teased. Every single nerve was alight with joy at such simple banter within the open invitation. Every step drawing her closer into Hasashi's orbit. How such opposites they were, yet always so similar in heart and mind, an enigma. One that filled in each others blanks so perfectly, like each were eroded puzzle pieces that still fit together. and speaking of fitting together, Talia now had placed herself right against Hanzo's figure, arms wrapped tightly around him as she slid into his lap upon the couch. Taking in the firm figure and warmth he gave off, as if he were a walking hearth and a welcome home all in one. "It shall become illegal for you too move from this spot for the next 30 minutes."