#DAMMIT HANZO

[dawnthefox24]

*Genji trying to convince every Overwatch agent to let hanzo join, but knows that they don't trust him* Mercy: Look Genji we understand he's your brother and all but- Genji:*cuts her off and looks at Cole*Come on guys please! Look Cole, when did I ever ask you for anything!? Cole:*has his arms crossed as he sighs* Yesterday you said “Cole please take me to see an old western showdown, it's a Broadway smash!” Genji:*grabs his scrape *Please let my brother join!please,please,please,please,please,please!!!! Cole:*pushes Genji off of him for a bit* DAMMIT FINE OKAY!!! HE CAN JOIN Genji:*lets go of his scrape and gets up happily* YES! THANK YOU COLE!!! Cole:*pinches the bridge of his nose*...Why did I say yes? Mercy:...Cole... Cole:*groans a bit* I know,I know...I start the paper works and everything... Mercy:...Lets hope he doesn't hurt Genji like last time... Cole: Yup.... *When Hanzo joins Overwatch* Cole:*has his arms wrapped around Hanzo holding him protectively glaring at anyone who looks at him wrong* Hanzo:*is reading a report* Can you please let me go... Cole:...No... Mercy:*looks at Genji quiet mad* SO you haven't told me that Hanzo has problems with his mental health!? Genji:*throws his hands up in the air*WH-You guys hated him when you first met him!! Mercy: That was before he tried to do something so stupid Genji!! I'm not going to let my own Brother-in-Law hurt himself anymore Genji: BROTHER-IN-LAW!? ANGELA WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? Mercy:*points aggressively at Cole and Hanzo*Cole and Hanzo fancy each other!! Genji:*groans*I WISH YOU GUYS WOULD GO BACK TO HATING HIM!!

[foap-enjoyer]

CoD characters' Overwatch mains

141 + Laswell + Nik + Roach Price: Soldier. 100% That man is a soldier player and you cannot convince me otherwise. He wouldn't know how to play anyone else. Ghost: Dabbles in all sorts, mostly Reaper. He likes the dark, edgy characters, but his secret side-main who he'll never speak about publicly is Mercy. Gaz: Baptiste. But he also adores Ashe. Roach: Cassidy. He loves his voicelines (and his looks, though he won't admit it outloud) Soap: Junkrat. He doesn't care about teamwork off of the field. Just bombs. Laswell: Ana. They're identical, I'm telling you. No further reasoning needed. Nikolai: Pharah. He likes being in the air, even in videogames. ~~~ Los Vaqueros + Valeria Alejandro: Reinhart. He just charges in there swinging and hoping for the best. Rodolfo: Lifeweaver. He spends the entire game bringing Alejandro back from the brink of death and wondering why he even bothered introducing Ale to this game in the first place. Valeria: Sombra. I see no difference between the two. She likes to traumatise Rudy by stalking him. ~~~ KorTac Graves: Doomfist/Roadhog. Likes being tank, likes being a leader and most importantly, likes harassing semi-innocent people. König: Widowmaker. He just wants to be a sniper, dammit. Horangi: Hanzo and Reaper. Spams the most edgiest of voicelines. ~~~ Honourable mentions Farah: Any hitscan. Ashe, Soldier, Widow. Alex: Farah's little pocket-puppy- Mercy.

[masterj]

So, @lomotunes2008 , I haven't got around to designing Margot yet, but dammit, I couldn't wait any longer to post these facts about her story I came up with:

On the other end of Chug Town Trackside Towers is Chuggington Airport, a new location I will introduce in my headcanon (loosely based on what I saw in my dreams once or twice lol.)

Speed Fleet are the most common chugger here. It has a big station where passengers and parcels are transfered, and is the terminus of a newly built monorail line that goes all the way to Buffertonia.

Margot is one of the monorails on trial. Only up to four would be chosen to by Vee to stay.

Poor Emery was very hurt by Margot's mean words - but it wasn't Margot saying he was bad at his job that broke him - she also said his face looked like a pig, his swaying horns and buffers make him look like a ugly caterpillar, (Ooh, deja vu...) and that his eyes make him look like an ugly alien, because he has heterochromia. (Emery's left eye is green, and his right eye is blue)

And of course, he wasn't the only chugger she tormented; she called Chatsworth a wimp when she honked as loudly as she could at him, causing him to jump and overturn his hopper car.

She called Olwin a fat old fusspot because of her large streamlined body, and how upset she was when she got covered in sand from Chatsworth's car tipping over.

She called Old Puffer Pete a rusty, weak piece of junk and that he was the most useless, pathetic, and ditzy chugger she had ever seen, because he is the oldest in Chuggington and always gets the youngster's names wrong.

She finished off with I quote: "What's a smelly steamer like you still doing around?😒 Go find a scrapyard!😈"

Pete: 😨

What a bi🤬🤬🤬.

She then passes Hodge and Eddie and calls Hodge similar insults, due to the fact he is a 'hodge-podge' of scrap metal. Eddie, with his wrench clutched in his fist, shouted just what he thought of Margot insulting his faithful work companion, but alas, she was already leaving them far behind.

Margot is also very impatient and honked at everyone yelling at them to work faster, whether they were in her way or slowing her down in any way, shape, or form or not, kinda like Emily when she was bossy little b🤬tch in the S8 episode "Emily's Adventure."

Margot literally yelled exactly this at the start of her journey at The Airport, when the station porters were loading up her passenger's luggage, and honks at them, which only caused them to bump the trolley and drop everything, and the passengers, disturbed by her horn, were very angry; monorails are supposed to be quiet!

She then honked rudely at Wilson and Brewster hauling a heavy stone train from the quarry, telling at them to hurry up, even though they were not in her way or anything whatsoever because she is a monorail so they don't run on each other's tracks at all. Brewster thought Margot was the rudest monorail he'd ever met and Wilson was very cross.

But Margot thought 'it made them work harder'.

What a f🤬🤬🤬ing stupid 🤬🤬🤬🤬.

She even insulted Koko's speed claiming she could go three times faster than Hanzo, let alone her. Koko was fuming.

So yeah, she was indeed just being an absolute menace to society and causing confusion and delay overall lol, and Emery was especially miserable. He meets up with the main trio (and my yet-to-be-revealed main oc) in The Depot later and told them what she said to him. Already angry with Margot, they convinced Emery they need to tell Vee about her appalling behavior and overcoming the pain, he agrees.

But of course, they weren't the only ones to complain to Vee about Margot, and long story short, Vee was not happy, and indeed, there was nothing for it but for Margot to be sent away in disgrace. All the other chuggers and monorails went off back to work as normal, and Margot was put back on the wagon, and taken straight back to the Buffertonian production plant she came from by Dunbar. Did she ever change her ways? We may never know...

[cyberbirb-arts]

I was re-watching Genji reveal his face in the Dragons cinematic. I like to think that he smiles at Hanzo and dammit I wanna cry. 😭

I wish we could see him as he is now, the scars, everything he's been through. ❤

[theshimadaslovers]

THE ONRYO

CHAPTER 2

(Hanzo Onryo x You Fem!Reader)

*still on the cave*

Onryo- *watching you picking up your things all by yourself* …do you know where we are going, girl?

You- First, I have a name…! *put the backpack* Second, we need to find information about the flower's location.

Onryo- *chuckles* You come back here when you have the flower…*sit and rest his back in the cave wall* I'll be here.

You- The deal is you coming with me! Get up, lazy!

Onryo- *growls and the dragons get close to you making you regret what you just said* You're gonna make me walk through this land facing everyone! *stands up* Look at me! *His voice raises with a strong growl in the back* I'm a monster! 

You- You should have thought about that before accepting the deal…*shaking and he stood face to face with you* Am I wrong, demon? 

Onryo- *growls* First! I have a name too! 

You- Offended with the nickname? If you stop killing everyone, maybe they will see you as only a creature! 

Onryo- Do you know how many people want me dead?! 

You- Yes! I do! Cause they want me dead too! 

*The Onryo felt surprised and step back*

Onryo- … I can smell and taste the blood in your words…*he look at you up and down* What have you done, girl? 

You- *you frowned* I…*sighs* I've done something, all right? I don't know what, I can't remember.

Onryo- *he feels a little uncomfortable* Yeah? Whatever. Where are we going?

You- Anywhere with people… Maybe a tavern. 

Onryo- *growls in disgusting* And smell all that alcohol?! 

You- *confused* What? Oh… your nose is sensitive? 

Onryo- Of course! I'm a creature! *walk passing you going out of the cave and look up* Hm… I thought it would be night time.

You- You wanna wait? We can wait… *you put the backpack in the ground* It would be better anyway. 

Onryo- *sighs coming back to the cave* Dammit… *sighs* 

You- Where are they? 

Onryo- …who?

You- Your pets. The dragons. 

Onryo- They're not "pets"! They're spirits, like me. 

You- Spirits walking with a spirit? For what?

Onryo- They've been with me since I was born… *sit beside your backpack open up* 

You- Guardians? 

Onryo- Yes…*pick up the book open up on his page* What the fuck…?! 

You- What?

Onryo- Why they draw me so…! Demonic?!  

You- Cause that's the way they see you… duh?

Onryo- *face you seriously* You didn't say that…

You- What? 

Onryo- That last annoying thing…

You- Duh?

Onryo- Yes! *point to you* If you say that one more time! 

You- All right…*laughs* Duh.

Onryo- GRR!! *Growls and he heard something outside* Shut it!

You- What?

Onryo- Silence! *he put the book back in you backpack and stand up*

You- What is it…?! 

Onryo- *slowly walk to the entry heading footsteps* Someone is coming. 

??- I swear! I heard like three times a huge demonic growl, dad! 

*The onryo makes a blue dark smoke come out of his hands and a bow with a arrow appears, he growl starting to aim*

You- No…! *you run to him pulling down the gun* What are you doing?! *you whispers*

Onryo- Protecting!

You- Not from a kid! *you him pull deeper to the cave* 

Onryo- You told me to protect! *turns to you annoyed*

You- Is only a kid! Stop it!

??- Come on, dad! Let's go! 

??- I…I don't know, Matt, it may be a bear or something worse. Your mother is waiting, let's go. 

Onryo- *look at you and sighs, he face the entry again and one of his dragons appears behind him* Do the roar.

*The dragon makes a huge roar from the cave and immediately scares the kid and his father that ran away. The Onryo found you covering your ears with your eyes closed*

Onryo- Hm… *walk away while the dragon vanish literally being absorbed by the demons body* 

*You open your eyes and watch the Onryo sit down and again you could see again a huge amount of dark blue cloud getting out of his hands, what became bow and a quiver with a lot of arrows, he pick one checking it* 

You-... *sighs* You’re a…archer? 

Onryo- Not anymore…

You- But… you still have a bow and arrow. You’re an archer.

Onryo- I’m a monster and I’m known for killing people with this. I'm no honored archer. 

*you could hear sadness in his voice. You walk to him and sit down a little far from him, still scared* 

You- You…regret? 

Onryo- *He stops and look forward*...

You- Do you regret your life decisions? 

Onryo- I didn’t choose this life. I was cursed. 

You- So, you regret? 

Onryo- I…! *growls and look at you* Why do you ask so many stupid questions?!

You- *sighs annoyed* Stupid… 

Onryo- *sighs also annoyed and go back to his arrow*... 

You-... *notice the among of details made by hand on the bow* Did you make that bow?

Onryo- *take a deep breath and close his eyes* Yes! Arrow and bow! Be quiet, human. 

You- You fuckin’ jerk… *whispers to yourself, but he immediately look at you* What?

Onryo- I can hear your whispers…! 

You- Oh yeah? Great! *stands up sitting more far away* I’m starting to regret helping you! 

Onryo- Great! I can go back to my house! 

You- You don’t have a house, demon! 

Onryo- The world is my roof! Different from you! That needs to have a little stupid house to be protected! 

You- I’m sure you wish to have a real roof too! 

*Both went quiet for a long time and you fell asleep, when you woke up, a hour later, saw the Onryo standing on the entry looking outside* 

You-... *sits* Is night time?

Onryo- Almost … we must go.

*You pick up your stuffs and leave with the demon in front of you in the middle of the woods* 

You- I should go in front….

Onryo- Why?

You- I know the way to the tavern.

Onryo- *sighs and turn around facing you* You trust a demon behind you?

You- We have a deal *you frowned* 

Onryo- *look away and sighs again going behind you* Fine…! Go ahead.

You- I just need to help him and give the credits to my uncle.. if I don’t call any attention to me, of course. I keep asking myself, why is he so cool with me helping him? He is known for killing so many innocents in a blink of an eye! When he spoke about being a disgraced archer, he sounded so…sad. Why? Is he really what the book says? Of course he tried to kill me and he scared me a LOT, but… he didn’t actually hurt me physically. He threatened me, of course, but… that’s it. And, he looked so offended by being drawn like a demonic thing… weird, are those stories right about him?

Onryo- Stop *both immediately stops*

You- What…? 

Onryo- I'm hearing something…*silence* You're wanted, right?

You- Yes…?

*The Onryo hold your hand pulling you and running away, but he was too fast*

You- WHAT THE HELL?! WAIT! *He picked you up like  bride* The fu-?! *Notice he was running to a edge of a mountain* Hey…hey hey hey HEY!! DON'T YOU DARE TO JUM-!

Onryo- Don't scream!

*he jumps and you put the hands in your mouth not screaming. The demon landed safely with you that couldn't even open your eyes*

Onryo- *sighs and let you fall from his arms* … Now you can walk.

You- You…!! Ouch! *you stands up* Now we're more far away from…! *you felt dizzy* Ow…

Onryo- What? 

You- I think I'm…! *you turn around vomiting*

Onryo- *roll his eyes* Wasn't even that high…*look up and chuckles* Too radical for you?

You- Shut! Up…! *cough and take a deep breath pointing to a direction* Go.

Onryo- *he sighs while watching passing through him* You look sick, human.

You- I'm fine…! And it's your fault! 

Onryo- *laughs* The guards were coming in our direction, guess why? 

You- … The roar? 

Onryo- The damn roar *chuckles* 

You- *sighs* All right…thanks. 

Onryo- *smirk* Shut up… 

You- Try me, bitch…*roll eyes and yawn* 

Onryo- *deep breath* Tell me where the damn place is and I will take you!

You- I'm fine! 

Onryo- Right, you're yawning and you just vomit. You're not alright!

You- Can you stop trying to be nice?

Onryo- *snort* I'm nice! If you believe the stories, you should be already dead! 

You- You suffocate me!

Onryo- But I didn't kill you!

You- You could!

Onryo- And you could kill me too! 

You- I…! *turn to him and snore* Fine! You're right! *starts to walk again*

Onryo- You think I trust you humans? Of course I had to do it! You could just try to…I don't know! Shoot my heart or whatever! 

You- Right! I got it! Can you stop crying no- *close your eyes* Ow…

Onryo- What? You’re going to vomit again?

You- No, but my blood pressure is not…good *lose balance* 

Onryo- Listen to me next time *get in front of you turns, pull your arms over his shoulders crossing then and holding your legs* Done. What direction?

You- *hold on tight and almost fainting* I think…Southwest…

Onryo- You think? *sighs starting walking* Sleep, girl… i don’t why you’re so exhausted, but…try to sleep.

You- Why do you care…?

Onryo- I once was a human too.

*You fall asleep on his back and in a few hours, Onryo could see a small dark village from far, the first think he could smell is the alcohol*

Onryo- *disgusted* Taverns…! Hey, girl, wake up, I think this is it.

You- Hm… *not waking up*

Onryo- *deep breath* Right…

*He walked to a big door to enter the village, it was surrounded by walls. He knocked with his feet and a window open up spotting a small person…not a kid* 

Onryo- *confused* A…dwarf?

Dwarf- Shut it, what the hell are you, man? 

Onryo- *more confused* Not your business, I need a bed for my…friend here.

Dwarf- *Take a better look and smile* Oooh a sleeping girl? *chuckles* Come in! Come in~ 

*The dwarf close the window open up the door and the Onryo walks in* 

Onryo- Where is the place? She needs to rest. 

Dwarf- If you want to put her in my house…is very comfy *laughs checking on you* She's so pretty! Can I touch her? *ready to grab your tight and he could only see a dragon getting closer to his face, he looked scared and shaking* Wh-wha-what the…?! 

Onryo- *smirk* Good boy, Tooth. I'll find a place by myself. 

*The Onryo starting to walk through the village calling everyone's attention, but he doesn't really care, was to busy tracking the alcohol smell*

Onryo- *get close to a place feeling more disgusted* Argh…! Is here… dammit.

*Entering the tavern it was full of people and different creatures, everyone stops and face him* 

-What the hell is that? Is that a demon? Nice color. Is that a girl on his back? Maybe he's a bounty hunter *they speak between them* 

?- Hey, blue thing…*in the balcony, he could see a huge and tall man, couldn't be only human, he had a mechanic arm and half of his face was mechanical too* Need something, fella? *he had a Scottish accent*

Onryo- *confused asf* Aaah…I…I just need a room for my friend.

?- Friend?! *laughs and the whole tavern also laugh* Look at you, mate! You're a demonic creature, how's that little girl a friend?! 

Onryo- Can I just have a room, please?! *growls*

Tavern- Oooh *laughs*

?- He's a creature, definitely a rare creature *laughs* Well! Come closer, mate! Drink something and we can put your little friend to sleep! 

Onryo- I don't drink this horrible stuff you call "alcohol", thank you very much… *taking small steps to the bar counter* Where's the room, "mate"? 

?- *chuckles* You're a trouble one, aren't ya? Go to the stairs, all the doors are rooms…*take a key from behind the balcony putting in his horn* Happy sleep, mate *the whole tavern chuckles*

Onryo- *growls feeling embarrassed and turns going up the stairs*

*while everyone watching him go, one of the dragons appears grabbing the key on his horn* 

-Yo! Is that a dragon?! What the hell?! It came up from his body! What is this thing?! Is a demon! 

*at the corridors, he sighs by seeing so many doors and more people walking by…of course, everyone stares him*

Onryo- *deep breath and starts to walk to the room number* …Damn creatures…! What is wrong with this place?! No one knows me! No one fears me! What is wrong with this place?! 

*feeling uncomfortable with all the staring, he walk fast to the room and lock himself and you inside*

Onryo- Fucking hell… *through the key in a table and put you in the bed* Finally… *sit down beside you* You sleep heavily, don't you? *you don't move* Girl? *Touch your face* Jezz…you're burning…*take a deep breath moving his hand to his face feeling tired* I'm a babysitter…god dammit *look at you again a gave a little slap in your cheek* Hey, wake up, you're sick…*no responding* I'm not joking, woman! *stands up* I'm gonna roar! In 3, 2…? *His dragons went close to you examining* What? Something is wrong? 

*The female dragon, Claw, look at the Onryo making a sad and worried noise. Tooth, the male one, was picking your cheek with his nose trying to wake you up*

Onryo- Ah…She fainted? *Claw agreed* Why?! How? When?! *He kneels in the bed picking you up on his lap putting his ear close to your face* She's breathing normally… *Claw do a little growl to him annoyed* How am I supposed to know that?! I didn't do that! Right, look! Don't be angry at me, it may be something else *Lay you down again and sighs* Let her rest…she'll wake up again. She has to.

*Claw and Tooth make little crying noises*

Onryo- You guys liked her, huh? *smirk* Why? 

*Claw do a little grunt* 

Onryo- She's pure? Mm… Well, you guys are the spirits, I believe that you can see someone else's spirit *Tooth agreed* Right… I should've known that. Purity…*look at you* Why does she want to help us anyway?

Claw- *grunts* 

Onryo- I don't doubt that she has a secret… is something more. Daughter of witches, she knows a lot about creatures like me. 

Tooth- *grunt in confuse*

Onryo- You're right, she's a mysterious woman. More mysterious than myself. I mean, she doesn't look at me as an Onryo… She doesn't really fear us. 

Claw- *cute grunts and rubs around him* 

Onryo- Wha-?! I-! You females always have the most preposterous thoughts! *blush* The-! There's no such thing as "Onryo's bride"! Or…! Soulmates! Whatever! 

Tooth- *grunts*

Onryo- I'm not blushing! You two are making me nervous! I just met her! 

Claw- *roll eyes and grunts boringly* 

Onryo- Not good with women?! You little…! 

You- *move and moan*

Onryo- Ah…? Girl? *poke your leg* Are you aaw-!?!! *A kick hit his face making him fall of the bed* OUCH! FUCK! 

You- Oh my goodness! *sit on the bed* I'm so sorry! I'm so so so sorry! 

Onryo- You have a…good kick! Ow! *stands up* God dammit! Why?! 

You- I was having a nightmare and I felt something touching me! I got scared! 

Onryo- Wait… you were sleeping?! 

You- …*looking away* Yeah? 

Onryo- You sleep like a rock! I thought you were fainted! 

You- Well… I don't know…I'm not really well *He holds your face and you look confused* What…?

Onryo- You got a fever… you fainted the whole ride. 

You- *looking around* Oh, here we are! *stands up but he immediately pull you back to bed* …?! What? 

Onryo- You're sick.

You- I'm fine, we need the information…! *tries to move but felt something wrapping you up* Ah?! Hey! *the dragons grunts begging you* What?

Onryo- See? They don't want you to move too… now…Stay! I'll get the information *walk to the door*

You- No! Wait! I need to go with you! ONRYO! *he closes the door

[hey-michael-young-history]

Imōto Part 2

Jacqui decides to make things happen.

Takeda would follow Jacqui to the ends of the earth. She’d feel bad about it if she didn’t feel the exact same way. 

As they walked, his pheromones settled. She left her mind as blank as possible so that he couldn’t figure out that they were walking towards the main temple. 

“Wait, what?” he stopped. “We’re going to their home?”

Dammit. I was so close. 

“Just for a few minutes, let me at least see Lì-Yán?”

“You have a baby! At home! You're the most Omega Alpha I've ever met,” Takeda complained. 

“Then indulge me, Alpha,” Jacqui whispered, taking his arm. 

He hated how well she knew him, how he couldn't resist her calling him “Alpha.”

“You’re going to overplay your hand by calling me that; it's not always going to work,” he grumbled as she led him. 

“No, I won't and yes, it will,” Jacqui countered, confidently. 

They entered the palace and made their way to the heart, where the Hasashi family lived. 

Jacqui. Takeda looked at the door, then at his wife. There's really no way I can talk you out of this?

We’re already here, she thought. Ice Pop will definitely smell that we're here and that we left. 

Ice Pop wouldn't tell, wouldn't even try to get it out of him. He'd just look at Takeda with that face and those eyes and the judgment. Just like Papa-san. I hate that you're so smart and beautiful and intuitive, gods. 

Jacqui laughed just as the door open. 

Hanzo was there, his eyes hard until he saw who was in front of him. “Jacqui. Takeda.”

“Fire Dad,” Jacqui greeted, forgoing a bow and hugging him. 

“Hey, Papa-san,” Takeda said quietly. 

“Man, I miss the new baby smell,” Jacqui sighed before inhaling as much of Hanzo’s scent as he could. “Once they start walking, that new baby smell is gone.”

“What are you two doing here? Makaira–”

“Relax, relax, Dad is watching her. We came to see you and Ice Dad and our little proof of thermodynamic equilibrium,” Jacqui assured him, using baby talk as he referred to their daughter. “Is Ice Dad ready for visitors?”

Hanzo cast an unreadable glance to Takeda, who didn’t meet his eyes. “He will be happy to see you.”

He led them inside and Jacqui noted that their place was as tidy as usual. They really have a handle on this. Good for them. 

Takeda’s anxiety was beginning to release through his pheromones. Jacqui grabbed his hand and smiled. 

They entered the family room, where Kuai Liang was sitting in the sloppiest nest Jacqui had ever seen. He was reading a book, but stopped and clutched the baby sling on his chest when they approached. 

“Jacqui. Takeda.” She could barely hear it over his loud purr. Mom used to get really loud like this too, she thought with a smile. 

Takeda squeezed her hand as his pheromones shifted to admiration and comfort. 

“They would like to see Lì-Yán, my treasure,” Hanzo explained. 

He was still silent, looking at both of them, but lingering on Takeda, who was still looking at his feet. 

“Why?” He asked, his purr dying down. 

“You look like you could use a little time to yourself,” Jacqui offered. “Papa-san and Takeda will watch Lì-Yán and I will spoil her with my cool auntie vibes.”

“No.”

Jacqui glanced at Takeda. The terrible thing about loving a psychic was that he had access to her thoughts… but she was completely shut out of his. “Then why don’t I stay here with you while Papa-san and Takeda get some quality father-son time?”

Lì-Yán began to fuss and the absolute dread that came over his face was actually really sad. “I’ll be here. And I can hold her if you wanna sleep or shower or something.”

Takeda looked up in disbelief. “Wait, what?”

“If it is fine with you, my treasure, I would enjoy spending time with Takeda,” Hanzo offered. 

Kuai Liang glanced at Takeda and nodded. “I suppose… I could… meditate.”

“Great idea,” Jacqui smiled. 

[summerwritesfics]

🖤For Warmth You’ll Be Longing, Nightingale, Chapter 1 - For Of Sugar And Ice I Am Made

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 7694 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Cult AU, Past Torture, Flower growing in peoples skin, Body Horror, Mental Health Issues, NSFK (Not Safe For Kuai)

For Warmth You’ll Be Longing, Nightingale Masterlist

Notes: Omg, I finally have a bit of a “AO3 authors post under any and all circumstance” story for these notes, as I edited and posted this with half of my face swollen :D My cheek is so swollen I can actually see it from the corner of my eye lmao. Also I have been having toothache on and off since yesterday. I know those things together prob sound really bad but I don’t believe they are actually related (I have episodes of swelling, this feel very much like that and as such does feel like it’s on it’s way to actually going down, plus the toothache is slowly getting better.) If my editing if a bit off that is probably why, but I said I’d try post stuff over the weekend and I’m gonna do it dammit lmao. Anyway enjoy this chapter where Kuai basically becomes a manic pixie nightmare girl. Some cracks in his psyche show a little and it’s only gonna get worse from here, so buckle up. Chapter title is from “Love Like Winter” by AFI.

Things could change so much in just a year.

Kuai’s ascension was greatly contested by the Elder’s for weeks after it had happened. Calls to try and reason with Lady Cetrion to change her chosen one. Some Elder’s outright refused to acknowledge Kuai for what he was now. The Grandmaster was, oddly enough, on Kuai’s side in this, trying to argue that Lady Cetrion had chosen Kuai for a reason, so they should trust her judgement and that she had a plan. Still, it took some time for the Elder’s to come around.

Kuai freezing the entire compound for a few days did seem to get the majority in line however.

The general consensus of the regular members of the Lin Kuei were a lot more positive thankfully. Surprised, given Kuai’s reputation as the rebel of the compound, but seemingly happy for him. Really, it appeared people were just happy their devotion had been noticed by a God in some way. Lady Cetrion had blessed Kuai Liang, and by extension them, when she bestowed this gift to him.

Sure, he still got the odd death glare from some Elder’s, but none had yet dared to try and take him down. He could walk around the compound with his head held high, all that he crossed bowing to him. All his pain and suffering had finally been repaid with respect and adoration.

So… Why did he feel like he was still completely without any power?

Sure, The Lin Kuei followed him without question now, but somehow he got the feeling that Cetrion’s plans for him were beyond the scope of just the compound. There were so many problems in the world, hunger, war, pollution. He felt like Cetrion wanted him to be the one to put an end to all that. That he could in some way be doing more to save the world from itself.

The problem was, he had no idea where to even begin with that.

Even he had been unable to contact Lady Cetrion for guidance, and all the Grandmaster could suggest was taking it a day at a time. But he was growing impatient, and what he saw of the world beyond the compound, he wasn’t sure he had that much time left to act.

“You wish to do too much too fast, My Lord,” the Grandmaster told him, standing just to the side of Kuai’s throne. “We must first convert others to our cause, then when we have the manpower, you can do what you wish.”

Kuai crossed his arms and slumped in his seat, but he supposed the Grandmaster had a point. If more people believed he truly was the messiah, the easier it would be to command the changes he needed. It was just getting a world that hardly believed the old gods even existed to trust what they were saying was proving difficult.

“The good news is, we’ve managed to recruit a lot of new members from across the globe,” the Grandmaster continued, ignoring Kuai’s mini temper tantrum. “I just got word that they’ve arrived. They’ll be brought before you for initiation, and then shown to their accommodations.”

“Do we have enough room?” Kuai asked with an eyebrow raised. “I hadn’t believed they’d finished the new lodgings yet.”

“They’ve finished enough to welcome at least some new members,” the Grandmaster informed him and Kuai couldn’t help but frown. How come I haven’t been told about this? Given he was the one who’d ordered the new buildings, it seemed logical he would be the one to be told first. “I believe the other elder’s assigned Elder Fang to oversee the project, that may be why you have not been informed.”

Kuai rolled his eyes. Elder Fang had always hated Kuai Liang, and Lady Cetrion’s gift had just seemed to make that hatred amplify.

“He would not be a problem if you’d just let me freeze him,” Kuai grumbled, stopping himself from sliding even further in his chair.

The Grandmaster just chuckled, “unfortunately he is a little too important for me to allow you to do that, My Lord.”

Important, my ass.

Kuai didn’t get a chance to continue that line of thought when the doors to the throne room opened. Cyrax stepped through, guiding in a surprisingly large group of people in civilian clothing. Kuai immediately pushed himself to sit up, so he at least looked somewhat more professional than he actually was.

The group was diverse. Young and Old, single people and families, all races. He found it curious how their message had united people who likely had such different life stories. It gave him hope for being able to reach more over time. Overall though, no one really stood out to him. They all just looked like regular people hoping for a new start.

That was, until he found his eyes landing on one particular man towards the back of the crowd.

He was tall, but seemed to be ducking slightly to try and make himself seem smaller. He had long hair tied into a bun, a trim beard and a yellow hoodie. But it wasn’t any of that which had caught Kuai’s attention. It was the fact he appeared to be trying to not draw any attention to himself. He was seemingly hiding amongst the crowd, not wanting anyone to notice him.

Kuai appreciated the irony that the mans attempt to remain incognito had drawn his attention.

“Welcome to The Lin Kuei,” the Grandmaster began, and Kuai tried to look like he was paying attention to everyone and not just this strange man at the back. “I am Grandmaster Oniro, and this-” he gestured to Kuai, “is Lord Song Kuai Liang, Lady Cetrion’s chosen one.”

There was a chorus of whispers from the crowd. Kuai couldn’t make out what anyone was saying, but he could imagine it was questions on how this man could be the chosen one. What made him so special, after all? Kuai smirked, he couldn’t wait to start casually using his powers around them and seeing realisation slowly sink in.

The man at the back didn’t really react. He just lifted his head enough to get a good look at Kuai Liang. Kuai debated waving at him, but decided that’d probably just be mean.

Grandmaster Oniro was droning on and on about the compound, their rituals, the daily schedule, how everyone would be given a job to do. Kuai knew it all already, so he could just shut it out for now.

The man seemed to be paying attention, although he was frowning rather intensely. Clearly he had heard something that he had either taken exception to or was unsure about. Kuai supposed that in the outside world, they probably didn’t have quite as many strict rules as The Lin Kuei did. He should just be thankful I outlawed physical punishments. It was pretty much Kuai’s first order as the chosen one. No one, no matter how disobedient they were, would ever suffer like he had.

While he suspected it was his suffering that had drawn Lady Cetrion to him, that still didn’t mean it had been a good thing or worth the pain.

“Cyrax will show you to your accommodation,” the Grandmaster concluded. “We will give you time to settle in and then we can begin your spiritual journey.”

Cyrax jumped to action, bowing towards Kuai and the Grandmaster, before beginning to usher out the crowd. Kuai’s gaze was still on that same man, who once more tried his best to blend into the crowd. Curious. Was he just shy? Or was he trying to hide something?

Only one way to find out.

“Would I be okay to observe the new recruits?” Kuai questioned, trying to make the request as casual as he could. “I would like to get a feeling on the type of people they are.”

“Of course,” the Grandmaster replied, “you may do whatever you like, My Lord.”

“Correct answer,” Kuai snarked as he jumped up onto his feet. “In that case, I will bid you adieu.”

The Grandmaster bowed to him as he confidently strode out of the throne room. He wasn’t sure what was going on with the man he’d taken such an interest in. Hell, there might have been nothing at all. But Kuai needed to know what the guy's deal was.

Hanzo glared at his own reflection in the mirror. This uniform he’d been made to wear was simple, dyed yellow, and made of an itchy fabric. Worse still, it didn’t have any pockets, so he wouldn’t have anywhere to put his contraband phone. He needed to figure out a way to carry it around, he required it to be able to record conversations and take photographs of the conditions here.

This closed off cult in the middle of the Chinese wilderness had always had people wondering about the conditions inside. Until recently, it had been impossible to get in from the outside, the only new members having been born within. Rumours of the group's cruelty were widespread but somewhat unfounded. Truth was no one knew what happened behind the walls of the compound, and no one had ever left to tell the truth.

Then, suddenly, that all changed.

Of course, claims that the Elder God’s had blessed the group with the messiah were obviously fake. It was obvious it was a bid to attract attention and gain new members. The question was why? Why did they need new blood? Were their bloodlines becoming too intertwined? Did they just decide they wanted to expand?

Did they genuinely believe that fraud with a flower glued to his chest was really the Messiah?

Hanzo didn’t know, but that’s why he was here. He was going to document everything that went on within these walls, and then once he’d gotten what he needed, write an article exposing them. Hopefully then the Chinese government couldn’t continue to turn a blind eye to their dangerous practices.

He looked down at the robe again. The sleeves were long and quite baggy, so for now he could possibly tie the phone to his arm. He grabbed a strip of rope, pulling the sleeve up enough to place the phone against his forearm and wrapped the rope around it, being careful not to strap it too tightly and cut off his own circulation.

He let the clothing drop back down, hiding the phone from view. This was as good as any time to start exploring and seeing what he could find out. It seemed they were being given time to get used to their surroundings before their first meal and proper initiation. Hanzo didn’t know what that would entail, but he had a bad feeling about it.

He turned to leave the room. It was annoying he’d be sharing with a lot of other people, it would make hiding his true intentions a lot harder, but he was used to this sort of undercover work. He was the journalist who’d blown the lid on the Shujinko scandal after all. He could do this. And at least this time he wasn’t alone. Thankfully it seemed other factions were interested in exposes the cults inner workings, and in the interest of getting all information possible, the factions had agreed to work together rather than against each other.

As he walked down the corridor, he pondered that this building looked extremely new. Clearly they had been planning to open up their walls for a while now if they’d managed to build this cabin. Still, it didn’t really reveal too much. For a shack it was actually quite nice. No, he had a feeling the things he’d be looking for would be in other parts of the commune.

As he approached the door’s to the outside world, he could hear two voices talking. He recognised one as Cyrax, the man who’d guided them in, but the second was new. As quietly as he could, he made his way to the door, sticking his head around just enough that he could make out Cyrax and his partner in conversation.

Hanzo’s eyes widened when he realised it was the so-called messiah himself.

“So, everyone is settling in then? No complaints about the cabin?” The messiah asked, his tone so strange that Hanzo could not tell what he was thinking. “Given Fang’s involvement in building them I would not be surprised if there was.”

“No complaints,” Cyrax assured him, leaning to one side and smirking. “Fang may have contempt for you, but he wouldn’t risk pissing off the Grandmaster.”

The messiah, Hanzo believed his name was Kuai Liang, tilted his head side to side like he was considering that.

“Yes. You are probably right,” he finally admitted with a frustrated sigh. “If you do hear anything though, please let me know.”

Cyrax hummed, raising an eyebrow before saying “alright, spill.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What’s gained your attention this time?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kuai said innocently enough, looking at Cyrax with a pout and puppy dog eyes, far more suited to a child than a religious leader.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about Kuai Liang,” Cyrax fired back and Hanzo couldn’t help but hold his breath. It was such an informal way of speaking to someone who was technically his superior, Hanzo almost considered grabbing his phone to catch the aftermath that would surely follow. “I know you, and I know how nosey you are. Something, or someone, has caught your eye, and you’ve come to investigate.”

“I’m not nosey, I’m inquisitive, thank you very much,” Kuai replied, brushing down his outfit like it was dirty. It was now Hanzo was closer that he could tell just how much nicer the man’s clothes were than anyone else’s. His robe looked silky and comfortable, while also being extremely ornate. It was clear that his supposed status earned him luxuries the rest of the group did not get. “And maybe I’m just interested in the new people, we’ve never accepted new members during my lifetime.”

Cyrax didn’t reply, just continued to stare at Kuai. Weirdly Hanzo could sense Kuai squirming internally from the gaze.

“Alright, fine, yes there is someone who caught my attention,” Kuai admitted, brushing his hand through his hair. “There was a man near the back, wearing a yellow hoodie and hair in a bun.”

Hanzo felt all air leave his body. That was definitely him that Kuai was talking about. Why he’d taken notice, Hanzo had no idea, but it was the last thing he wanted. He needed to blend in and not stand out, definitely not immediately attract the attention of The Lin Kuei’s most important individual. What the hell did I even do to make him notice me?

“Oh, yeah, I know who you’re talking about,” Cyrax replied, rubbing his chin. “What about him though? He didn’t exactly stand out to me, if I’m being honest.”

“It is probably nothing,” Kuai said, shrugging as he did. “He was just trying a little too hard to not be noticed.”

Hanzo bared his teeth in a grimace. Was his attempt to hide that obvious?

“Weird,” Cyrax drawled, “he could just be shy.”

“Or he’s hiding something,” Kuai retorted and Hanzo held his breath. He’d honestly counted on just falling into the background. He hadn’t accounted for the possibility that any of the cult members would be that observant.

Let alone their so-called messiah.

Hanzo took a step backwards, and cursed when the floorboard creaked extremely loudly from his weight. Both Kuai and Cyrax stopped their conversation, and he knew they had to be looking towards the doorway. Maybe if he styled it out enough, he could make it look like he was just coming through.

He stepped outside, trying to look indifferent, and like he hadn’t been listening in to their conversation.

“Uh, sorry,” he muttered, attempting to continue walking past them.

“Wait!”

Hanzo froze at the sound of Kuai’s voice, seconds later an unnaturally cold hand was taking his and spinning him to face him. Hanzo was certain he must have looked like a deer in headlights as Kuai smiled up at him.

“You’re a new recruit right?” Kuai said in an innocent tone, like he hadn’t been talking about Hanzo just seconds ago. It was actually unnerving how sincere he sounded. Someone who could lie so well and so casually could only mean trouble.

“Um. Yes. Hanzo Hasashi, Your… Grace…” Hanzo wasn’t sure how he should be addressing Kuai Liang, but clearly that way in particular amused him greatly as he began to giggle.

“So formal!” Kuai lightly patted his chest. “There is no need.” He grimaced slightly. “Well, actually you might want to refer to me as My Lord in front of the Grandmaster and Elders, but otherwise Kuai Liang is fine!”

“I… See…” Hanzo wasn’t sure if Kuai was just trying to seem more personable to ease the nerves of newcomers or if he was trying to get something from Hanzo.

“No need to be so shy, Hanzo. I don’t bite.” Kuai pulled back ever so slightly, making a very obvious point to look him up and down. A wicked grin came over his face as he added on “I mean, not unless you want me to~”

Kuai winked at him, and all Hanzo could do was splutter in response. All Hanzo knew at that moment was that his entire face was hot, and that his flustered reaction was clearly delighting Kuai.

“Alright, easy boy,” Cyrax finally chimed in, putting a hand on Kuai’s shoulder. “You are a menace, stop teasing our new recruits.”

“I’m just being friendly,” Kuai insisted, practically giving Cyrax puppy dog eyes again.

“Yeah. Too friendly. Go be a pain in the ass somewhere else,” Cyrax shot back, it was clear from his tone he was teasing, yet Hanzo still couldn’t help but freeze slightly. How the hell Cyrax could be so comfortable being so rude to Kuai, even in jest, he didn’t know.

“Fine, spoil sport.” Kuai stuck his tongue out at Cyrax, before turning his attention back to Hanzo. “I’ll see you around, hope you settle in well.”

Kuai finally let go of Hanzo’s hand, before turning on the spot and walking off, lazily waving over his shoulder with one hand. Hanzo waited until he’d rounded a corner and disappeared before turning to look at Cyrax again, who was giving him a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry about that. Kuai Liang can seem a little full on when you first meet him,” he explained with a fond chuckle. It was starting to become clear to Hanzo that they were legitimately close, and not just in the form of a religious leader and a worshipper. “He’s still getting used to his role too. I promise he means well.”

Well. You probably would think that. Hanzo chose not to voice that thought, instead asking “about the whole messiah thing. How exactly did that happen?”

“I don’t know, really. They’ve been very quiet about it.” Cyrax rubbed the back of his head. “The Grandmaster and Elder’s were witness to it, but it’s like they’re all sworn to secrecy.”

“Right.” That just confirmed the whole thing was bullshit in Hanzo’s mind. It was all just very convenient for everyone involved to not be able to talk about it. “Um. Anyway, I’m going to go look around, if that’s okay.”

“Sure thing.” Cyrax patted Hanzo’s shoulder a couple of times. “If you need anything, please come find me.”

“Will do.” He bit his lip, and watched as Cyrax walked away.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he went to reach into his sleeve to retrieve his phone. He needed to see if the others were ready to meet, and write some notes about his close encounter with the messiah.

Only when he felt where it should have been, it wasn’t there.

He felt a pang of panic wash over him, clawing at the place it should have been. He glanced around the ground, wondering if he'd dropped it somehow. But he couldn’t have. He would have felt it, surely. Probably would have heard it too. Yet it was nowhere to be seen.

Icy fingers clinging to his hand came back to mind.

“Oh no,” he whispered to himself, the horrified realisation at what potentially happened hitting him at once. “But how the hell could he have…”

That didn’t matter. He could figure that out later. Right now, he needed to find Kuai Liang, and make sure his operation wasn’t squashed before it had even begun.

“Tch, what an idiot,” Kuai giggled to himself as he walked along the rooftop, holding his prize, Hanzo’s phone, up in the air triumphantly. A sleeve was such a shitty hiding place. He’d have done better putting it into his underwear than tied to his arm. “Then again, I am the king of contraband. Rookie didn’t stand a chance.”

He wasn’t sure who he was talking to. Himself, most likely. Maybe Cetrion. She was probably listening and watching over him, right? Maybe? He didn’t know.

He tilted his head as he looked at the device. He’d seen phones before when looking through the latest confiscations, but this one seemed particularly fancy. As he sat down, he pressed a button on the side, the screen lighting up and showing a picture of a pretty woman.

“Ooh, wonder who she is.” Kuai wasn’t really into women, despite the Grandmaster’s attempts to set him up with a wife. If he had to choose a woman to settle down with though, he could see himself being at least comfortable with one like her.

He had played with a few of the confiscated phones in the past, enough to know he had to make a swiping motion with his thumb to get to the main meat of the device. As he did so, a number pad popped up on the screen with the word “passcode” written above it.

“Drat,” Kuai hissed, noticing a button that said “hint”. He clicked it, hoping it would be something he’d understand, only to huff as he read aloud “Harumi’s birthday? Who the heck is Harumi?”

The thought occurred that was the name of the woman set as the phone’s background. His frustration diminished slightly, as he cancelled the passcode request. He stared at the woman, now dubbed Harumi until he found evidence to the contrary. Clearly she was someone close to Hanzo, if he held her photo so close to him, and made her Birthday his password. She looked too young to be his Mother, but too old to be a daughter, so a sister or wife then?

He idly swiped his finger across the screen, not entirely sure what it would accomplish, until a new screen came up. It took him a few seconds to realise it was a camera.

He gasped slightly. “Awesome!”

He held the phone up, trying to figure out the best shot of the compound. He assumed the big circle on the screen was what he needed to take the photo. He clicked a couple of times, getting different shots of the landscape. For as isolated as this compound was, it was at least surrounded by quite beautiful scenery.

Not that most got the chance to see it. Kuai only had because he was the only person unafraid to clamber onto the rooftops.

“Hmm, what does this button do?” He wondered aloud as he clicked a small button shaped like a more traditional camera, with circular arrows inside it. As soon as he clicked it, he was met with his own face staring back at him. “Oh!” He squealed in excitement, holding out his arm as far as he could to try and get as much of himself in the frame as possible. He began indiscriminately hitting the shutter button, taking photos of himself with all sorts of facial expressions. “Oh, this is such fun! No wonder the outsiders love these things, they’re fantastic!”

He was about to take another couple of photos of himself, when he noticed a strange little pop up at the top of the screen. When he brought it close enough to see, he realised it was a message of some kind.

[JC said: Hey man. We’re gonna meet at the big apple tree.]

Kuai frowned, clicking on the notification, only to be met with the passcode screen again.

“Damn it all!” He let himself flop backwards, looking up at the sky. How could he find out the passcode for this stupid thing? There had to be some way other than just brute forcing it. He could see the blurred picture of the woman in the background and his eyes widened. “If she’s that precious to him, maybe he has some other keepsakes of her.” He shot back upright and exclaimed “Kuai Liang, you are a genius!”

He slipped the phone into his pocket, scrambling to his feet and running as carefully as he could across the roof. Careful, was the keyword. The last time he was a little too heavy footed he wound up falling through to the floor below. The Grandmaster was less than impressed. And given it was before Lady Cetrion’s gift, he had paid dearly for his mistake.

His back stung just thinking about it.

“No, not thinking about that right now.” Really, he never wanted to think about that ever again. Yet his mind always seemed to wander back to it. He knew the torture room was still there, lying untouched in a layer of dust. He’d been in a few times, staring at the implements that just months ago had been frequently used on him.

Sometimes, he held the whip in his hand, almost longing for the sting of it against his skin once more.

Punishment was all he knew. Punishment was all he craved.

“No. Not now. Maybe later,” he hissed to himself as he came to a halt at the edge of the roof.

He held out a hand, concentrating until a bridge of ice began to form. He stepped onto it, before sharply forcing the ice down, and he slid along it until finally he hit the floor.

He brushed himself down. Taking a deep breath and then making his way towards the dorm buildings. As he entered the door he paused for a second, trying to listen and see if anyone else was inside. It sounded empty, but he knew that didn’t always mean it was. Still he walked over towards a bulletin board, quickly glancing down the list of names.

“Ah, there. Hasashi. H.” He pointed at the name and traced across to the room number. “Room 5. Got it.”

Making his way down the corridors, he was careful to peer into every room and make sure they were empty. So far, they seemed to be. It didn’t hurt to be cautious though. He continued, until finally getting to room five. He poked his head around the doorframe, checking if the coast was clear. He let out a sigh of relief when it was.

He quickly entered, glancing around and snorting. The problem with these extremely barebones and unpersonalised quarter’s is that he couldn’t tell which bunk and chest was Hanzo’s. He clicked his tongue. Just standing staring wouldn’t help him, he needed to start digging through the chests to see if he could find a clue.

He went to the first, opening the heavy wood and being thankful the elders insisted on no locks outside of important functions. This chest had very little in it, a few fiction books and that was about it. Granted one looked very interesting, and as he skimmed the writing on the book cover it implied the book was very heavy on the sexual content. He half debated pinching it, but quickly decided against it. If he could figure out whose chest this was, he might be able to slickly persuade them to give it up as a recommendation.

He put everything back, going to the next chest. It was also devoid of anything of interest. It was very much the same for the next 2 chests. He was beginning to wonder if he was hoping for too much, until he opened the 5th chest and a photograph taped to the inside immediately caught his eye.

A photograph of the same woman as the phone’s background.

“Hello,” he drawled, reaching for the small piece of paper and taking a better look at it. It was definitely her, Harumi. In fact, he was almost certain it was the exact same photo, or at least she’d been in a very similar pose. “That’s sad though, does he only have one photograph of her? I have more with Bi-Han, and we’re from an anti-technology society.”

He glanced inside the chest, and it really had nothing all that interesting in it. Just some clothes, a few hair ties and a small notebook. He opened it, but it was completely empty.

Kuai sighed, holding the photo up and staring at it. He almost wished Miss Harumi, whoever she was, could be here to tell him her stupid birthday. It’d make his life so much easier. Suddenly, he got the urge to flip over the photograph, to see if there was anything useful on the back. There, scribbled in pen, was a simple note.

Harumi’s 30th Birthday. 15th April 2020.

“Got it!” Kuai couldn’t help but consider how idiotic it was to have a bit of paper lying around that had your passcode written on it, but that dumb decision had made his life 100 times easier.

So, there were now a couple of choices for what the code was. Given it indicated it was six numbers long, it could either be day month year, or month day year, depending on which way Hanzo wrote it. He supposed year month day was also a possibility. If Miss Harumi was 30 in 2020, that meant she was born in 1990.

To start with, he put in 150590, to no success. Then 051590, and once again it was not accepted.

After he typed in 900515, he found the phone opened to a new screen, with a lot of buttons and options. Got it! Now he just needed to remember that number, 900515.

“I am so smart,” he giggled, as he put the photo back in its place. “No wonder Lady Cetrion chose me if the rest of the world is this dumb.”

Ironic, really, considering he’d spent his entire life being told he was stupid.

Either way, with everything back in place, he didn’t stick around the dorm. He didn’t really feel like explaining to any random recruit why he was snooping around. Hurrying out of the building, he rushed over to the building he’d been sitting atop earlier. He found the gutter that he generally climbed up, making swift work of scaling the building. Once he was on the roof, he sat at the edge, pulling the phone out again.

“9-0-0-5-1-5,” he whispered to himself as he put it into the phone again.

The menu popped up again, and while Kuai wanted to investigate and see what all these buttons did, he first wanted to find out what that message had been about. He clicked the corresponding button, finding that there was only one conversation on it. When he clicked it, he quickly realised there were multiple participants. He scrolled up to the top, but there wasn’t really much.

[S said: Remember to stick to the plan.] [S said: I will attempt to get hold of any sorts of paper work or files they have.] [S said: JX will try to get into any locked rooms, see what they’re hiding in those.] [S said: JC is gonna make good with the members, try to get as much as possible out of them.] [S said: H will document everything, either via photographs, audio or video.] [S said: K is joining us in a couple of weeks, hopefully bringing some supplies depending on what we need.] [S said: We need as much evidence as we can get if we have any hopes of taking these sons of bitches down.] [JC said: Thanks for reminding us of what we talked about 5 seconds before coming here.] [JX said: Also remember to delete all messages at the end of every day. Preferably every hour, to be honest.] [JX said: If any of them manage to get one of our phones, we need as little evidence of a co-ordinated procedure on them as possible.]

“Well, Hanzo screwed that for you already JX.” Kuai rolled his eyes. For all the effort these people went to, you’d think they’d have done a little better at keeping a low profile. Regardless, he continued reading the messages.

[H said: What we really need to try and lean into is the cruelty angle. There have been rumours for years of extreme cases of abuse, we need to expose that first and foremost. Their belief system being a fraud is also important.]

“Fraud? Who are you calling a fraud you bastard?” Kuai hissed between his teeth. He was a lot of things, but a fraud was absolutely not one of them. “And as for the cruelty, I hate to break it to you but you’re about a year too late for that one, dumbass.”

The next message was the one that had popped up earlier, and Kuai was tempted to send his own message. The question was, did he want to play pretend as Hanzo for a while and lead them on or did he want to scare the shit out of them right off the bat by revealing himself. Both options sounded like they could be entertaining to be honest.

He stared across towards the apple tree, spotting three figures standing around underneath it. Kuai smirked to himself, doing a few gestures on the phone until he’d brought up the camera again. He held it up, pointing towards the tree and snapping a picture. He returned to the message thread, selecting a button that looked like a picture and finding all the photos he’d taken came up. It seemed Hanzo had not yet taken any photographs, as only the ones Kuai had taken were there. Regardless he clicked the one he’d just taken, and without typing anything, hit the little arrow button.

[H has sent a photo] [JC said: Uh… Dude? You alright? What’s going on?]

Kuai smirked to himself, clicking on the picture button again. Scrolling through to find his favourite photo of himself. Once he’d found one he liked, one where he was winking and sticking his tongue out, he clicked it and then the send button, excited for the reception he was going to get.

[H has sent a photo] [JC said: What. The. Fuck?] [JC said: What is going on? Dude? H? If you’re there, say something.]

Kuai began kicking his feet as he excitedly chuckled to himself.

This was going to be so much fun.

Hanzo felt like he’d searched the entire compound, short of the private quarters of the cult's elders. He could not find the messiah for the life of him. His gut twisted, terrified he’d been found out already, only hours into arriving. If they found some of what was on there, they’d know he was here to be a whistleblower. At best, he’d be ejected from the compound, and at worst?

Well, he’d likely find out first hand just how cruel the cult could be.

He reached the end of a particularly large building, pulling on his hair as he breathed heavily. He had no idea what to expect. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. How on earth had the messiah managed to grab the phone without him noticing anyway? Regardless of if the messiah stuff was bullshit, Kuai Liang was clearly sneakier than Hanzo gave him credit.

“Looking for something?” A sing-song voice called out to him. Hanzo frowned, it sounded somehow like it had come from above him.

He looked towards the top of the building, where over the edge of the roof, Kuai was sitting with his legs dangling down. He held up one of his hands, and dangling precariously between his fingertips was Hanzo’s phone. Kuai wore a huge grin on his face, clearly aware of the position he had Hanzo in.

“I must say these mobile telephones are fantastic aren’t they? The camera is a lot of fun, I don’t understand why we don’t have them,” Kuai continued like nothing was off about this situation. Like he didn’t hold the power to completely destroy everything Hanzo was working for. “Your messages were very interesting though.” Shit, shit, shit, how the hell has he managed to get in to read the messages? I had a passcode on it. “Oh, by the way, your little entourage is waiting for you over by the big apple tree. They seemed very confused by the photos of myself I sent them from your phone.”

Hanzo didn’t reply, the entire group was potentially rumbled because he’d been careless with his phone. He still did not understand how Kuai could have gotten through the passcode. It was Harumi’s birthday, there was no way Kuai could have known that, or even brute forced it. Outside of going through Hanzo’s belongings, that is.

A photograph he stuck to the inside of his trunk came to mind. A photograph of Harumi, Satoshi and himself celebrating Harumi’s birthday. And he would have written the date on the back.

His face dropped. How the fuck could I have been that stupid? Hanzo had done a lot of foolish things before, but this was beyond the pale. He really had just fucked up their entire investigation.

As he looked up to Kuai Liang, a triumphant grin on the messiah’s face.

“Ah, did it just dawn on you how I figured out your passcode?” Kuai taunted, as despite how light and carefree he sounded, there was a very dark undertone to his voice. “You aren’t very bright, are you?”

“What do you want?” Hanzo snarled. He didn’t understand what Kuai Liang was getting out of this. Surely it’d be more advantageous to him to immediately report this to his elders. Was he really so cruel as to want to taunt someone beforehand?

Kuai actually giggled at Hanzo’s response, leaning over the edge to sneer at him. “I’d be a little more polite if I were you. I might be quite enamoured by this technology, but I’m sure the Grandmaster won’t be quite as thrilled, especially if he reads through your messages.”

“You-“ Hanzo bit his tongue, what the hell was the messiah’s game here? “What are you going to do?”

Kuai tilted his head back and forth, like he was pretending to think really hard about it. The childish taunting action was enough to make Hanzo’s blood boil. He had to remain calm though, remember who he was dealing with. It was well within Kuai Liang’s power to make this 100 times worse for him.

“Why don’t we make a deal?” Kuai offered, leaning over the edge just a little further. “You let me keep this fancy bit of technology and I won’t tell the Grandmaster about the little investigation you and your friends are supposedly doing.”

“What? No!” He couldn’t let Kuai Liang keep the phone. He needed it to keep track of his investigation, document and contact the others. He couldn’t just give it to someone else. “I can’t do that.”

“Oh. A shame.” Kuai pouted slightly. “Seems the Grandmaster is going to learn about your little operation here and-“

“Please don’t.” Hanzo had no idea what he was hoping to accomplish by begging. He was just desperate to not get caught.

“Then, let me keep the phone,” Kuai demanded, his voice the most serious Hanzo had heard since he got here. As they stared at each other, Kuai narrowed his eyes. “Let me put it this way, I am going to get this phone either way. It’s just that with one of the choices, I won’t put you and your little friends on the Grandmaster’s shit list.”

Hanzo felt his resolve falter. While he needed the phone, he needed to stay undiscovered more. If giving up the phone would give them a bit more time, then he’d have to do it. They’d be able to come up with another plan for gathering evidence.

“If I agree, you won’t tell anyone?” He questioned, biting back his embarrassment.

“You have my word,” Kuai softly told him, placing a hand over his heart.

“Why though? What will you get out of this?” He just could not understand Kuai’s motives. What he basically had was the ultimate blackmail material. Why was a shiny toy all he wanted in exchange?

“Well, I get this nifty thing for a start,” Kuai replied, holding up the phone triumphantly. He looked genuinely excited to have it. Hanzo supposed for someone who’d been cut off from technology for most of his life, this would be a novelty. “But, I suppose I’m also interested to see what you uncover.” Kuai tilted his head. “And your reactions when you realise I’m not the fraud you think I am.”

Ah. Kuai had definitely looked through all the messages then. Weird that he seemed particularly offended by that word. It did seem to imply that Kuai Liang genuinely believed he was the messiah, and that just made him a lot more dangerous. That thinking was the sort that got people killed. Hanzo only hoped they could figure a way to shut this down before that happened.

“Okay,” he finally said. “Okay, you can have the phone, just, please do not tell anyone why we’re here.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Hanzo.” Kuai pushed himself so he stood up on the edge. “I would go and meet with your friends if I were you, they were quite concerned for your wellbeing.”

Before Hanzo could reply, Kuai turned and disappeared from view as he walked back across the roof. Hanzo just placed his head in his hands, groaning loudly. He wasn’t sure he’d made the right choice, or if he should have ever believed Kuai was telling the truth. But he guessed he’d find out soon enough.

He didn’t wait around, he needed to find the others and explain what had happened. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be too angry with him for almost fucking everything up. As he made his way from between the buildings, he saw the tree in question, where Jax, Johnny and Sonya stood under. When they spotted him, all three came over in a half-walk half-jog.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ man,” Johnny exclaimed as he reached them. “We were getting worried about you. Thought they’d got you already.”

“Might as well have,” Hanzo muttered, rubbing his temple. “Somehow, their so-called messiah managed to get my phone off me.”

“That… explains the selfies,” Johnny mumbled, and Hanzo almost did a double take. The idea that Kuai’s first instinct on getting access to the phone was to take photos of himself was inconceivable. Then again he did say he’d sent pictures of himself.

“Did you get the phone back?” Jax asked hopefully.

“No. The best I could do was get him to agree not to tell anyone about it, in exchange for him keeping the phone.” And he realised saying it out loud how dumb it was for him to do that.

“Do you think he’ll keep his end of that bargain?” Jax shifted on his feet, clearly anxious about this turn of events.

“Hard to say. He’s so fucking manic, I can’t tell what he’s thinking.” Hanzo looked over his shoulder, in the distance he could see Kuai Liang still standing on the roof. “I mean, he seemed genuinely enamoured with the phone, so. Maybe.”

He looked back at the three of them, Johnny and Jax seemed a little more relaxed, but Sonya was looking unconvinced.

“Sonya, I’m so sorry,” he started shaking his head. “I just… Fuck, I didn’t know what to do.”

“No, it’s okay. I think given the circumstances you did the best thing,” she admitted, straightening herself out and placing her hands on her hips. “We’re going to need to have a change of plans though. Jax, given you and I are sticking together for most of the time, you might need to give your phone to Hanzo for now. I’ll make sure Kenshi knows that he’ll need to bring an extra when he gets here.”

“Fair enough.” Jax reached into his pocket, passing the phone to Hanzo. “The passcode is 100892.”

“Thank you,” Hanzo breathed out a sigh of relief. Slipping the new phone into his sleeve, he needed to find a way to make sure this one wouldn’t be found. Although maybe Kuai would be sated with just the one. Who knew with him being the way he was.

“As for messaging, we’ll make a new group chat for our plans, but keep the old one open,” Sonya continued and Hanzo couldn’t help but frown at her with that. “It’s a long shot, but maybe Kuai Liang will make some incriminating statements in it.”

Hanzo nodded, that actually made sense. Kuai seemed a little all over the place, and in his excitement over the technology, might very well leave very hard evidence of the cults wrong-doings. He felt the phone vibrate as if on cue. Given Johnny had his phone out, Hanzo didn’t bother to get his. Johnny stared at the phone with an incredulous look on his face.

“Yeah, not sure about that,” Johnny claimed. “He’s just messaged asking if any of us are the owner of the chest with the pornographic novel in it?”

There was silence between the four of them for a few seconds. Sonya eventually sighed.

“Lord give me strength to get through this mission,” she grumbled and Hanzo couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

Whatever God was out there, he could only hope they’d help them get through this in one piece.

[bioticgoddess]

Alrighty. Minor update since I was finally able to get my hands on the character endings. Will also be below a cut because again - spoiler warning.

Most of the endings were okay. I'll get to the ones I disliked or have mixed feelings about.

We all knew Shao and Shang Tsung were gonna break out of prison. That was kind of a given I just thought it'd be a plot point in the next game or some DLC instead of a hand-wave behind the scenes thing. A jail break would have been fantastic for an opening cinematic. It could still happen, we all know whichever endings NRS makes well and truly cannon will end up being referenced in the next game's campaign.

I also suspect that our "problem" in the next game will likely be Havik (or at least a version of him) and whatever lackeys he puts together for this. Whether it's New Era Havik or AU Havik will be a different story and we'll see some of the shit Shang and Shao are up to in the main New Era Timeline. NRS does enjoy their greatest hits (looking at you Onaga...).

So...the endings I have mixed feelings about:

Team Imperial Family- We needed more. MORE. Great, I love that Mileena is Empress and has her family and has been elevated beyond her "Evil Kintana Duplicate" past. I have wanted Kitana/Mileena with a relatively stable/healthy family relationship for a while now. But...we needed more of their story. What makes Kitana the right choice for General besides her role as a fighter and a Princess? What else is Mileena doing to help the Tarkatans? Do they get the same drug mix she's been getting? Or something else? Could we get more Tanya/Mileena. That moment with Kitanna was great and you know she (Mileena) absolutely changed the rules to allow for "entanglements".

Team Lin Kuei/Shiray Ryu - (this is the long one) Honestly, can't say I'm surprised about what was done to/with Bi-Han. I don't like it and those mechs better be just that. (They won't, it's NRS.) I had hope for like 5 seconds that during the heel-turn moment Bi-Han would pull something to show us he was playing along so they could get intel or escape. But then I remembered what game we're talking about. So I'm not happy with his ending but am unsurprised.

Smoke's ending was...meh? Also knew he'd go with Kuai Liang. That's his BFF. They've always been brothers in some capacity and I'm glad he got to do more than get converted into a cyborg (but not as much as in MK9, which I can live with). Hopefully he'll have a better time of it going forward. If not...we riot. (He's one of my faves, I adore Smoke.) While I appreciate him finding Hanzo Hasashi 2.0, I have mixed feelings about this apprentice being Hanzo. Just create a new character NRS. Not like they haven't done it before. Hell, have it be Kenshi's son Takeda who ran away or something.

Harumi Shirai - I can live with it. I don't like it. But I can live with it. Here's my caveat: She gets to be an actual character. Make her a proper Kunoichii with a personality who can stand on her own. If she dies, don't fridge her like she has been in the past. Make it some grand last stand. For example: if Villain Group X attacks and tries to wipe out the Shirai Ryo she holds her own and her death doesn't turn Kuai Liang or Hanzo 2.0 into OG Scorpion. I'd rather she live though. I'd rather she gets to be a character. Give her a rank befitting a founder of the Shirai Ryu not just "Scorpion's Wife".

Kuai Liang - I am still okay with him being scorpion and it being because of pyromancy not a combination of sorcery and a need for vengeance. Would have liked to know how the Lin Kuei Family knew the Shirais becaus "old family friend" means shit to me. Give me back story dammit. But also I am not okay with him being married to is previous-timeline-bff's late wife. I will be happier if they both continue to live and neither of them dies but ...again...we're dealing with NRS that hope isn't particularly substantive. But allegedly they're trying something new so they might surprise us. Maybe...

Hanzo - Exfuckingscuse you?!?!?! Let the man rest in peace. Either he's in the story of he's not. Period. WTF is this child business other than a moment to go "see! We brought him back too!" Nope. No. Nyet. Ignoring this shit infavor of my pre-game HC which looks like this...

Liu Kang stood before Hanzo Hasashi, little more than a ghost now that the Timeline had been reset. Before he allowed things to move forward, however, he felt that his former adversary and friend deserved a chance to chose his destiny. To have some say in so much that had been taken from him. "Well? You have heard what I intend, what do you think?" "What? Why ask what I think when you are a Titan now Liu Kang?" "Because I cannot tell the future of what will happen and I do not wish to see you live a life where events unfold as they did in every other iteration of Kronika's reign over us." "I see." Hanzo looked at his hands. He had been the spectre of vengeance across countless timelines because of the previous Titan's obsession with balance. He could see his Harumi in his mind's eye and hear little Satoshi's laugh. They were gone, at peace somewhere across realms and space-time. He wanted dearly to be with them again. Was it that simple? Brow knit together he asked, tentatively, "Send me to my family. Wherever they are now but Liu Kang. Do not bring me into your New Era. Let me Rest." The titan nodded, as if he'd suspected the older man would choose as much, "And who shall we have in your place Hanzo?" "Kuai Liang. He is the only one I would trust with my fire," quickly he clarified, "But do not let events play out to do to him what has been done to me countless times. I would wish this on no one, not even my greatest enemy." He had, after all, beheaded Quan Chi for his crimes and until then believed his enemy to be Bi-Han (who he had also killed). "This," he swallowed, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, "Is no way to live." Liu Kang bowed his head. "Very well, may you find peace, Hanzo Hasashi."

Not gonna say they've really and truly done anyone dirty because I don't think they have. Not yet.

This game was still very much Liu Kang-centric both as Protagonist and Hero where we got very basic introductions to our major players that sets up allegiances and possible future stories. Ones I'm very interested in seeing are... Order of Light (Ashra/Sareena), the Outworld Politics (esp. Syzoth's and Baraka's stories), and Nitara's story.

Until MK2, however, there's gonna be a lot of fanfic and fixit fics coming in the fandom to flush out what we got and sptiball what we want to see happen.

Harumi Shirai, for your viewing pleasure and I hope she is the biggest badass of them all.

Lin Kuei vs. Shirai Ryu

Those are both from Kuai Liang's ending. So...got thoughts and some tinfoil hat speculation that I"ll save for another post after we learn who character 24 is and whether or not there's campaign related DLC.

I'm gonna tag this as spoilers but am going to try desperately to keep it vague enough so as not to spoil things.

Under the cut...

I watched the campaign of Mortal Kombat 1 since it's launch day and all the folks who record full cinematics are uploading.

It's decent. Yes there are timeline shenanigans but not like what the reddit leaks said would happen. Does it change a lot of original lore and even lore we expected from the last film? Yes. This is a universal reset.

But it's not bad. I think as far as Mortal Kombat stories go it's good.

1. The Timeline shenanigans weren't overwhelming. They were references up til the end when *yes* timelines became important to know about but they role they play is relatively minor.

2. The dynamics changes between characters are great and one of the things people were hoping would happen with a kameo character did. :D .I am disappointed in one character in general and they felt very one note but maybe MK2 will see them given a greater storyline.

3. That reveal. We should have all seen it coming but nooo...not a single one of us did. (If you have seen/played the campaign you know exactly what I'm talking about.) It was great and this gives me some tempered hope for the future of the franchise.

4. I need more Lin Kuei stuff but that's a given and I expect it will be a focus of the next game because of the Bi-Han/Kuai Lian fall out.

And Smoke, because reasons. Eheheh

[scalproie]

FAVORITISM IS ONLY OKAY WHEN ITS ABOUT A CHARACTER I LIKE

[loverofthewindgod]

Imagine MK11 having bloopers. All the characters messing up lines, moves etc and there's so much laughter and wholesomeness abound. ^_^

[swordsxandxshadows]

injured kiss/kiss in the rain for Scorpion & Aku <3

☯ Kiss Symbols ☯

🚑 – an injured kiss ☔ – a kiss in the rain

Pain was always a factor of life, whether physical or not, practically inescapable at times no matter how hard one tried their best to avoid it. No matter how hard one tried to, injury and pain was bound to happen and no one could fight the inevitability of such facets of life. Least the rain was soothing, helping wash the sanguine from their forms and cleanse the injuries even if it sometimes stung ever so slightly in nature.

It had been a challenge, fighting while the sky released torrent droplets of liquid upon the ground, especially when fire was the primary elements used by both. A challenge but not entirely impossible, the intensity of the scorching flames evaporating the water to steam and adding to help aid the combat that had transpired. The skills of the pyromancer and the wizard made short work of the assailants that had through to attack them, made quick work of with their combined skills. Covering each other in the heat of battle and making sure to leave little to no opening for the opponent to strike. Though, that didn’t mean that they didn’t come away unscathed, a few deep gashes littered across their form here and there that weren’t threatening but would still need some tending to later. Dressed and cleaned properly to avoid any infection happening and allow the injuries to heal properly.

That however would have to wait, the two finding themselves sharing a needy and heated kiss in the rain. Pulling away only for brief periods and checking the other over with a sense of protectiveness and concern. Both knowing the other was fully capable to defend themselves but that didn’t alleviate the protectiveness that was felt, it was a need and desire that would be taken regardless of the prowess and strength of their beloved. It was just something that could not be helped and would always be a factor when it came to each other, they would have it no other way. Silent confirmation of being mostly unscathed and unharmed was confirmed, the need for contact was renewed. Lips crushing against one another and melting into the feeling of each other, alighting the sense of passion that was had for the other. Wrapping arms around each other’s form and drawing closer, the wizard finding himself lifted up into those strong and secure arms that he adored so much. Finger tangling themselves into those long ebony locks and pressing each other closer, melting into one another’s form more and more. Trying their best to merge into one single being, not caring for any sort of empty space to occupy them in the moment that had overtaken them. Only wanting to taste and feel one another, to hold each other close, and fulfill the need they had for the other with intoxicating closeness.

“Ow ow ow, たわごと — !!”

Words came out in a mumbled hiss, the wizard finally pulling away with some reluctance and hesitation not wanting to break the connection as the sting began to be unbearable. Busted and bleeding lip protesting at the contact that was causing it to throb a bit more, finally urging the lip lock to cease. Tongue pressing and licking up the crimson that spilled from the gash that was decorating the lips, Aku reaching out to wipe the crimson that painted Scorpion’s own.

“Really puts a damper on the whole mood.”

The shapeshifter huffed in annoyance at the situation and not liking the idea that they’d probably have to ‘take it easy’ on any form of kissing for a bit. That was not a pleasant thought in his mind, wanting to shower the pyromancer in all the intensity and passion that he felt for him. After all, his beloved deserved all the feelings of tenderness and desire that were felt for him. Fill him with affection in every way possible. A busted lip wasn’t going to stop or hinder that if he could help it.

[dawnthefox24]

Heres part 1

*Soon Later on and not within a few hours Hanzo was hugging Rumiko arm but was pretending to be brave, Kiriko was squeezing her mother's hand and Genji was in awe listening to the story. As Asa was holding Kiriko's hand a bit* Rumiko:*reading the book* "The dinosaur stared at him and then snapped it's head in a single swift motion. Nedry felt something smack wetly against his chest. He looked down and saw a dripping glob of foam on his rain soaked shirt." Young Genji:*is a smile on his face gasping* I know this dinosaur!! Young Hanzo:*glares at Genji*No you don't! Rumiko:*smiles* Boys relax and calm down if it's to scary then I ca- Young Hanzo & Genji: NO! Rumiko: Okay what about you Kiri? Young Kiriko:*looks at her mother for a moment but takes a deep breath* I don't mind if you reading! Rumiko:*nods and looks at Asa* Asa? Asa:*is trying to calm her nerves but nods* Keep on reading. Rumiko: *smiles and does so*"He touched it curiously not comprehending it was spit, the dinosaur had spit on him. It was crispy he thought. He looked back at the dinosaur and saw the head snap again and immediately felt another wet smack against his neck just above the shirt collar.He wiped it away with his hand,Jesus it was disgusting." Young Kiriko:...Than what happen? Asa: Kiriko listen to the story...Go on Rumiko Rumiko:*smiles and nods* very well so where was I? Oh yes now I remember. "But the skin of his neck was already starting to tingle and burn and his hand was tingling too, it was almost like he had been touched with acid" Young Hanzo: ACID!? Rumiko: yes Acid... Young Hanzo: What kind of dinosaur spits out acid!? Rumiko:*shrugs a bit but smiles* Let's continue shall we. "Nedry opened the car door and glancing back-" Young Hanzo,Genji & Kiriko: WHY WOULD YOU LOOK BACK!!?? Rumiko:*laughs a bit* Okay if you guys are scared I can stop reading and- Young Hanzo,Genji & Kiriko: NO!! Rumiko:*looks at Asa* Okay what do you say about this Asa? Should I stop reading and we can read something else or? Asa: Actually I want to know what happens to Nedry, after all he's very stupid... Rumiko:*chuckles a bit* Oh alright then. "Nedry opened the car door and glancing back at the dinosaur to make sure it wasn't going to attack. And felt a sudden excruciating pain in his eyes, stabbing like spikes into the back of his skull and he squeezed his eyes shut and gasped with the intensity of it, then threw up his hands to cover his eyes and felt the slippery foam trickling down both sides of his nose. Spit the dinosaur had spit in his eyes-" Rumiko:*stops reading and see's that all 3 of them are scared expect for Genji* Yeah okay I'm not reading anymore... Asa: What!? Come on we weren't scared right kids? kids? Rumiko:*see's hanzo and kiri holding each other* Yeah story time over... Asa: Dammit! Genji isn't scared!! Rumiko: That's because Genji is a dinosaur nerd, but if you want I can continue reading the story with just you Asa. Asa: WHAT!? I-I mean fine I'm okay with that, but what about Genji? Rumiko:*checks the time* It's past their bedtime's Young Genji: NO!!! Young Hanzo: Finally, not that I was scared or anything... Young Kiriko:*whispers underneath her breath*...Yes... Rumiko: But I can continue the story tomorrow. Young Genji: Yay! Young Hanzo & Kiriko:... Asa: Wonderful, come along Kiri let's get you to bed. See you tomorrow Rumiko. Rumiko: Bye Asa, come on boys let's head home. Young Hanzo: Yes mother... Young Genji: Can't wait to hear more about what will happen to Nedry!

[heamatic-archive]

“did you just yawn?” (I figured some funny situation with Sona and Hanzo X'D)

          :･ﾟ 🔥┇He’d certainly not meant to — it was accidental, purely — sake, paired with exhaustion from the last few days and perhaps it had even been inevitable. He can feel heat rise in his cheeks, all the way to the tops of his ears – his heart pummeling against her resting hand. The last thing he wants is for her to feel as though she’s not enough for him.

            ❝I… I apologize — ❞, Hanzo fumbles — swallowing hard, ❝— I did not mean to….❞

[felixora]

My hand slipped, whoops

[kiwiijoon]

Plea se,,,,, send me overwatch related asks i beg :((

[mortalkontent]

What I read a lot: Hanzo cares about his reputation as a grandmaster so he’d never want to be seen affectionate in public with his S/O

Reality: Hanzo spent his life avenging all his loved ones and went trough it all with only rage, sadness and loneliness, showing his emotions for all of the world to see. He doesn’t give a damn what other people think of him. As long as they are aware he is a strong and honorable leader of the Shirai Ryu. Now that he’s find someone to love and that loves him again you think he’s gonna waste a second not loving them? He’s gonna give his S/O the most passionate kiss in front of everybody if he wants to. No smart soul will say anything about it after they've seen him staring daggers.