#hanzo // the dragon that split in two

[arttrampbelle]

Mk kharacters reaction to you flirting with them.

The mk kharacters reaction to you "purring" in a teasing way. You know that sexy meow type thing? Yeah that one. That flirty one

Their reactions to you doing that to them. Or flirting in general.

Cw: slight implications of nsfw but nothing heavy. Pretty tame. Saucy but tasteful.

Im cheezy ok? Look,im giving y'all romance and that good shit ok?!

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• Raiden: doing this to raiden sober. He might raise a brow but he might shake his head and smile back. But a drunk raiden.....hahahahhaa! That's a different story. Better hang onto something turbulence might happen. Hee hee. He might be willing to get handsy,but only if you give him the a-ok. The god of thunder takes these things to heart. So dont play with him or say something you don't mean. The voice of raiden has a low but gentle rumble. Lulls even the hardest of hearts. If you wish to be more private. He'll be all the more willing. Drunken is more so than sober. But either one. Either way. You'll have the best sleep of you life.

• Fujin: unlike his brother,fujin needs no alcohol to lossen up. He's already flirting back. May do it better than you even. Either way. You'll be in his arms in a split sec after you do that to him. May flash an oni fang or two. Hee hee. Fujin knows how to persue a lover. And he always makes it fun. If you however don't enjoy yourself,he'll be sad. Also respectfully ask what the matter is. Overall. A master flirt. Be careful to play in a wind storm. It's dangerous. However,the cool comforting breeze. May it forever guide you back into his arms.

• Kuai: kuai may raise a brow but be all blushing. He hasn't really had anyone do that to him. As he is a very dedicated and serious lin kuei. But to you,he melts. He softens with you. But he might ask to go somewhere private if that's what you ment by all this flirting. Kuai liang,grandmaster of the lin kuei. Soft furs and silk linens. All will await you in his bedchamers.

• Bi-han/Noob: Kaui's older brother,bi-han wasn't so easy to impress. Before and after he became noob saibot. But for you,he felt peace. For once. He felt happiness again. To hear you flirt with him in such a way. He almost forgets all the pain he's felt. All the suffering of quan chis magics. He might take you hand and kiss it gently. Asking you if you wish to be in a more private space. So he may show you,his heart isn't blackened ice.

• Hanzo: hanzo hasashis face is as red as the embers of his passion. "Here?!" He thinks. He walks up to you asking you if you wanna be in a more private place. As he is waaaaaay more easy to fluster in public than kuai. Tho both sub zero bros are awkward with pda. But hanzo is just straight up tsundere. Hee hee. Tho he gets better with time if that's your love language. In private,he caresses you gently. Telling you how much he wants you. And he wishes that he could tell you all the things his heart speaks to him. But for now,a hot make out sesh with have to do. All hanzo ever wanted,was this. Peace in your arms. Under the red maples of the fire gardens. In the warm and coziness of his estate. The grandmaster couldn't ever be the more grateful.

• Kung lao: this man blushes hard! However he is so down bad for you! He might flirt or do a gesture back. But rest assured,if you provoke the rabbit man,he will play back. Walking up to you,asking you if you want something while hiding behind a cheeky smile. Eyebrow cocked. He might even pull you in more if you giggle. Caressing the small of you back asking if you wanna continue in private.

• Liu kang: liu is a bit more subtle. A sweet smile. But oh boy be warned. The dragon isn't to be taken lightly. A eyebrow cocked behind a smile before he walks up to you. Softly taking you hand and kissing the back of it. Asking if you wanna have a more "private training sesh".

• Shang tsung: ah the sorcerer himself. You bold enough to make such a flirtatious advance? Well you better back it up honey because he don't play when it comes to the matters of the heart. And if shang wants you back? Well he's gonna get it. But he doesn't like it "Too easy" play coy with him. Have him chase you around the courtyard. Like an emperor and his little plum blossom. Hee hee. But don't tease too much. He can't stand it. He'll only get rough with you in lovers games if you give him the ok beforehand. Or he's in a certain "mood". But for the most part shang tsung is sweet in love. Flirtation from him is a game,a game he is all too familiar with. And a game he is master in. Just as he is in kombat. A gentle kiss on the hand,caress of the back,whatever it is. His words flow like honeyed wine. And oh so sweet and dangerous. But to charm the snake,and to have his heart. Is the greatest prize of all.

• Shao kahn: to konquer realms is one thing to konquer shaos heart is another. Making a flirting gesture will get you one of two things from shao kahn. A slight smirk but proud eyeroll. Or he will straight pick you up to your private chambers. But either way,the emperor has his hands only gentle to you. He may have many suitors,concubines,etc. But you,you are his best jewel. One to be shown to all realms. To clutch gently in his claws. While he raises his commanding fist in the other. All will bow before the emperor and empress/rulers of outworld. Sindel could never.

• Johnny cage: listen babe. Johnny cage? He is a known flirt. But for you? Someone he genuinely loves? He's like a shy boy in highschool. Like he doesn't know really what to say. He's speechless on your beauty. You have him for once,starstruck. Johnny might make a quip back. Asking you if you wanna leave these kombat "posers" behind so you and him can have alone time. But overall,he really just wants to hear you talk. He loves the company. Unlike those boring people on set of his movies. Going over n over about any legal issues,pr managers,and god damn paparazzi. You,are a breath of fresh air. Forget any other person here. You are the greatest person to him. He feels normal around you. And he hopes you feel the same too.

[licoricelump]

[Mortal Kombat OC- Allies from other timelines + Individual background summary and details below]

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Meet the individuals:

Summary:

♦Details:

Timeline 1 (terminated - Mk11): Cyberized

failed to escape Frost's cyberization. She perished along with other Cyber Lin Kuei on Kharon's ship.

Timeline 2 (on-going - pre-Mk9): Decapitated

upon asking for Rain's aid in fighting against a troop sent by Shao Kahn to deter her army resistance, the demigod recognized her as one the attackers that assaulted his fleeing group many years ago, which led to many deaths on his side, by the scar he left on her left cheek and planned a revenge plan by luring her to an abandoned temple. There a fight erupted and Giri was overpowered and decapitated by the demigod. Her headless body was found later on by passerbys and somehow fell into Shang Tsung's possession. Multiple "modifications" were made on her and she served as one of Shang Tsung's minions for many years until his spells wore off enough for her to break free. Now forever on the search for her lost head and a chance of vengence on the demigod.

Timeline 3 (main timeline - Mk11): Revelation

Currently residing in Lin Kuei after many years of no reach-out from Outworld and a discovery of lineage between Cryomancers and Feliade - which share the same Arctikan origin before one group broke off to flee to Edenia and the other - Outworld, Giri now vows her loyalty to Earthrealm, the remaining Arctikan of the Edenia's branch - Kuai Liang and anyone that allies with aforementioned groups.

Timeline 4 (finsihed- pre-Mk9): Chaos

During the time wandering Outworld's desert following her exile, Giri came across a vagabond Chaosrealmer named Morana (belongs to Wolviepoot/Instagram) who taught her the way of chaos. Enticed by the ideology, she followed Morana to Chaosrealm and became a priestess of Chaos herself many years later.

Timeline 5 (Terminated): Murderer

Spending many years in the Lin Kuei, she slowly gains a stable position in the rebuilt (again) clan and comes to develop a relationship with Kuai Liang and has two children. Nonetheless, in a freak accident, she comes into contact with the Dragon Medallion whose effect causes the recessive cryomancy gene of the Felidae to emerge with uncontrollable impact. As a Felidaen's body is not built to withstand immense hypothermia, she develops severe frostbite on her limbs and necrosis. In the fit of insansity, she kills one of her offspring, the clan, and Kuai Liang despite having half of her face destroyed by him in an attempt to stave her off. Upon regaining consciousness and realizing the situation, Giri buried all of her victims and tries to end her own life, only for the Medallion to stop her. For many months she wanders the mountains around the massacre site in an oscillating state between madness and grief as the medallion feeds on her life force, until her surviving son - after many years staying away from the massacre site returns with Hanzo, who adopts him. In a split moment of clarity, she begs for death before being taken over by the medallion's madness and charges in to fight the pair of mentor and apprentice. She is killed as the Medallion finally drained her cleaned of her life force. Hanzo and her son buries her next to the others and takes the Medallion with them back to the Shirai Ryu for safekeeping.

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Inspiration: it started out as a shitpost idea

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[thepayloadisgay]

re-wired

Shimadacest / Genzo

M (so far)

Ch 1/??

Tags (so far): canon divergence, angst and feels, omnics, implied alcoholism, masturbation

Hanzo's found himself in Budapest, one of the few places in the world where omnics and humans co-exist in something like normality. And maybe it's like a home now. Worth seeping off these bones as he tries to form the word exist, to live. Dodging, picking off assassins, deafening himself to the news of his clan. Maybe ignorance is bliss. Different names smother Hanzo, numbers his age. But he still knows what he sees when he looks in the mirror. You're not here. Rumblings in the world of omnics start to break the seams of not just Budapest, but Europe, the world. New faces, new names. And then for Hanzo, he can't quite shift this shadow he's sure is an assassin. Why is he taking so long? Why won't he just take the hit and kill him? Maybe it's a fantasy, and he's dreaming demise again. Maybe.

Read below the cut, or on AO3 here. Enjoy!!

He’d been here too long, it was almost home.

But home was nothing, now.

A hollow word in passing, part of a goodbye when leaving behind another face Hanzo will never see again, won’t remember. For those he will, home isn’t a word for them. Even if it’s false.

Strangers are the comfort, familiarity not.

Had anything ever really changed?

The Danube flows beneath. A mirror of colour. Rippling neons, stars almost lost. Forgotten. The colours mush as a tour boat splits the water two, music and laughter pounding the surface, echoing under the bridge where Hanzo stands, forearms bare. Cold on stone, still and sore.

It was sunset when he stopped here, bag of groceries tucked between feet, sparse with too many things he’d forgotten, denied.

It’s night now as he watches the Danube, the burst of people along its banks, tourists spilling onto boats, into restaurants, out of Buda and back into Pest, the roads rumbling as the bars open wide, the clubs dialled to ten.

He moved between the sides of the Danube, never staying with the same four walls too long. From the cobbled streets, high hills near the castle in a cramped room, barely space to stretch; the old communist blocks by the blistered edges, structured, rigid, peace. To the noise, vibrant colliding culture of the centre at the crown of the Andrássy Avenue, woken at dawn by the bells of the basilica.

Just another place bruised in his penance, a witness to his shame.

One day there won’t be anywhere left that won’t know.

Where will he go then?

His watch buzzes midnight, a reminder of routine. To ground. But right now, all it reminds him is that he can’t feel his arms, numb and cold, still stuck to stone as he listens to the water, wondering what it feels like below.

——

The longest he’d been in one place for months. A hostel off of Múzeum körút. Behind a heavy wrought iron gate between a second hand bookstore, and another. Down an alley, path uneven, pages of an old book torn, scattered, its spine split in the gutter.

Hanzo inputs the code, eyes away, long hair a mask from the cameras above, behind, probably below. Ritual more than anything. His face is already all over this city, continent, to those that cared.

Through a doorway painted blue, carvings dying gold. Top floor, but (nearly) always the stairs. Winding and wide. Patterned stone, wrought iron rails in beauty shaped like the tails of his dragons, the arc of his bow.

First two floors the bookstore. The rest are homes, rooms and flats for the hostel, a hotel he knows is half something else. Some of the flats are empty. One abandoned part-way through refurbishment. One destroyed, boarded off (panels placed back carefully every time by each visitor. He’s not the only one). There’s another that one of the residents simply said “nem” when she first saw Hanzo look at its locked door, scratched symbols, words, too many unintelligible in several languages.

So he listened.

As always at this time, she was leaning out of one of the windows on floor four, throwing seed to the pigeons below, the courtyard a cacophony of their coos.

“Late,” she says, heavy accent. Fall of brown hair braided, striped grey. One green eye, the other blind.

Hanzo pulls out a bag of seed, one of two, and hands it to her outstretched palm. “Took a walk,” he says back in slow Hungarian. Everytime he attempts the language, he can see her smile something. He doesn’t know if it's mockery, amusement, or appreciation.

“Take a walk after, next time.”

“Hm.”

He watches her sit back on the stool at the window, cross her legs and scatter a handful of seeds to below.

“Not much.” Hanzo listens, Hanzo watches. “Maria took the kids for the weekend. Jan is leaving for holiday in the morning. Six days. Stephan’s working an extra shift tonight. Looked like he hadn’t slept since the last. Two new guests at the hostel. One’s an omnic.”

“Short term?”

She shrugs. “Omnic five days. The other just a night. But wants to keep it open if needed.”

Hanzo writes to memory everything she says, hearing the gears, wheels of the lift click into motion as it descends down to ground.

“Hotel is come and go as always.”

“How many?”

“Lots. You want a tally? That’s extra.”

Hanzo frowns, a look near lost beneath the heavy fall of his hair.

“Anyone look-”

“Suspicious? Yes. Out of place? No.”

The lift stops, opening at ground.

“Anything else?” he asks, picking his bag from between his feet.

“I left some cabbage rolls in your fridge.”

The lift starts to ascend, and Hanzo tightens the grip on his bag. “Thank you,” he stutters, taking the last flights of steps two at a time.

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Two old keys unlock the old heavy door. Hanzo pays extra to service the small flat himself, but Mariann owns the hostel, and does what she does after the trust of bird seed and her alarm at the contents of his grocery shopping.

It’s split into kitchen and room with a divider. Old, ornate, teakwood. Some of the design weathered from touch, time. But she never ventures past the three cabinets that make the kitchen. Rarely the fridge.

Shoes off, he sets the bag on the counter. Bare. Empties it quick, pushing the bag of seed to the side for later. Bread, away. Eggs. Fruit. More lentils. Alcohol. Chocolate.

He opens the fridge, the only light in the room. Some condiments. Expired milk replaced with fresh. And a note, stuck to the top of the tupperware of cabbage rolls. Mariann’s scrawl.

Tilly’s got another job for you. 10am. Nehru part.

He closes the door. Darkness, again.

Tapping his watch (1:33am), he sets the reminder alongside his regular alarm for dawn, sheds his coat, takes a banana, slice of bread, bottle of alcohol to bed and nothing.

(but there’s always a pause before the small wooden sparrow he’d carved in Bali, years, years ago. always perched beside a blunted shard of sword, something green. sometimes he reaches out to touch the sparrow

but he can’t

can’t)

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“Again!”

Genji taps his arm, excited, as he begs Hanzo to show him the trick with the sword, the coin, Hanzo’s patience wearing thin as his younger brother tugs on his sleeve, clambering for attention-

“Here again?”

Genji slides a glass over wood, the bartop sticky, a mosaic of his brother’s prints, wondering how many others overlap, smudging away Hanzo’s, gnawing at the Genji he knows, becoming the Genji they do-

“Again?”

Desperation, Hanzo’s hand slams to the wall beside his brother’s head, hair shorter, greener. Smells sweet and he inhales. Anticipation in Genji’s eyes as he looks up-

“Again-”

A beg, as he pulls Hanzo’s blade further to his chest. Another to his gut. Spread and wept and a maw of no return. Hanzo wants to look up. He hears a smile, but he’d see nothing but desecration. Hears beauty, loves pain. Licks blood, kisses the grave-

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Hanzo snaps awake, a fist of sheets in his palm, dented with his nails, near torn. Back damp with sweat, hair awry, stuck to skin and sheets, lining the wave of his dragon.

He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the other side of the bed expecting blood and brutal. (maybe a desperation that it might be you there, whole and love, just for me) Two pillows. Untouched. Empty.

Checks his hands.

Reaches out to make sure.

It’s slow as he hauls himself up, finding the hair tie he’d forgotten. But it’s abandoned again when he sees the slither of the curtain move by the window, ajar.

There’s no open windows here unless he’s awake, a guard. It’s small. Barely enough for a hand, the curtain moving in dance as the breeze weaves into the stuffy room, creeping over Hanzo’s sticky skin.

For too long he just stares, a lock of hair tickling against his lips, uncaring.

Impossible. He’s so careful, so-

The curtains flick, light licking the glass on his bedside table, smudged with fingers, lips; the half empty bottle, obscuring the empty one behind.

Adrenaline wanes. Gut sinks. Head rings.

A swallow, and he unsticks from bed, body lead. Two fingers push close the window, keeping to shadow, curtain exhaling, and stop.

He smooths the fabric, touch lingering as if he’s trying to find something, feel something.

Nothing.

He rolls a shoulder, and peels off his shirt, draping it over the back of the chair. When he notices the small wooden sparrow on its side, beak touching the shard of his sword.

There’s no hesitation this time when Hanzo reaches out, picks it up to right the wrong, sitting it back in ceremony.

5:16 am

The basilica will ring soon at six. As will his alarm. There’s no point in bed anymore. All that’s left is sheets that need washed, dreams given, taken, and an empty space you won’t fill.

He checks the window again. Runs his hand over the locks on the door. Touches the two tiles beside the fridge and then steps into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as he sheds the rest of his clothes, turning the shower to max.

The light from the room is enough as he steps inside, a shaky inhale as the water burns his skin, the steam clouding vision, muggy air.

Palm to wet wall (Hanzo’s hand slams to the wall beside his brother’s head) he breathes deep, long (Smells sweet and he inhales) forehead smudging tiles, hand smearing chest (Anticipation in Genji’s eyes as he looks up-) and Hanzo looks down, sliding his wet hand over wet cock-

(Licks blood, kisses the grave-)

-wondering if he’ll suffocate or burn, first.

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Too early.

Hanzo wanders the quiet streets near the park, window shopping mindlessly. Catching his reflection more than wanted. He’s dressed well today. He always is.

But over the months, years, he’s been slipping. Living as a nomad from room to face to place, he was sure a part of him had shed everywhere he’d left behind. Something in him wearing thin he didn’t want to know. Just felt.

He stares a little longer at a shop window selling leather goods, stretching his fingers against his own gloves, old and worn and a shape of his own.

Hair pulled back in a bun, he runs a hand along one side, his undercut growing out too long, pinched grey. The other side he’d let grow long ago, the shorter lengths long enough to catch in his ponytail now. Usually.

He keeps the beard. Sometimes shaving when moving cities, countries, to hide. It’s mostly too much of a comfort, now. Too bare without.

Too long he’s looked, and turns away.

09:37 and he has a coffee. Black. Three sugars.

09:49 and he’s sitting on a bench in Nehru Part, close to the edge of the Danube. And he waits.

Watches the way the wind rustles the leaves on the trees above, hushing the city’s sound to their own, shedding the first leaves before the yawn of Autumn, side to side in a dance, before falling at Hanzo’s feet.

Feels the breeze on his skin. Nothing like earlier in his room. An alarm, unexpected. This might be something like comfort, pulling the shorter strands of hair from his bun, picking up the leaves at his feet, pulling the scent of pastries at his back, the scatter of voices ahead. No words, just noise.

He takes a drink of his coffee, counting another day.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Hanzo takes another drink of his coffee as he ignores Tilly. As she takes a seat at his side, always a little too close. It’s just a bit of fun for her, exploring the intricacies of human’s social bounds, their affection, fun. And with Hanzo, if he has any of the above.

Hanzo just recrosses his legs, foot pointing in the opposite direction.

“What’s the job?”

“I hear cucumbers help for those dark eyebags,” she says, casual. Two of her forehead LEDs are broken, the lilac, sometimes turquoise, brighter on her left side. Which Hanzo also notices that she uses more, moves more, than her right.

“Any other top ten magazine quips for me this morning?”

Tilly laughs, the two elongated sides of her head plate that remind Hanzo of wings, lighting up with the trill of her voice. “As many as you want.”

Hanzo inhales slow. Steady. “Oh, good.” Takes another sip.

“Got you another observe and report at Blood and Chrome tonight. Maybe protect if shit goes down. They liked you last time.” Tilly sits chin on palm as she waits for Hanzo’s reply, knowing his answer already. Money good. Low risk. Trusted.

“Bartend again?”

“Yup.”

A last, long drink of his coffee. Hanzo stares at the university of technology and economics across the river, sunlight picking out the details on stone, the pillars, the gold and mosaic on its red roof. Age and beauty, stories worn, time crumbled. He wants to sketch it every time he sees it, despite never having drawn a single thing before. He’s gotten as far as purchasing a sketch book, pencils. Next time.

“Send me the details.”

“Thanks, Han.”

“Thanks, Han.” Genji always talked with touch as well as tongue. Hands busy forming the words, contact, their meaning. It became a second language in public. A third, in private.

“Hanzo.” He doesn’t look at her. A voice firm, but not unkind. A way she’s heard many times before, and will hear many times again.

“Wish I could stay, but I got more messages to deliver,” she says, climbing over the back of the bench. “Get some sleep Han.” A quiet ‘Hmph’ “ Eat Mar’s stuffed cabbages at least.”

“Goodbye, Tilly.”

“Szia.”

He sits for a while, coffee cup empty, fingers cold. The trees stretch, the Danube sighs. Sun quiets behind clouds.

And from the small bag in his coat pocket, Hanzo throws a handful of bird seed to the ground, watching pigeons, great tits, a sparrow swoop down, and dance at his feet.

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It had taken months. Trial and error with several prototypes, but Hanzo had managed (with some help) to have his own collapsible bow, without compromising performance or integrity. A labour of love.

Compact enough to fit in a bag. The arrows were the problem. One couldn’t simply split them in two, assemble and fire like he could his bow with a touch, flick, done.

Luckily few people cared what others carried here. Pistols on hip. Rifles on back. Swords in sheaths. As long as you had your permit, of course.

“Just a bow, arrows?” asks the omnic. Mariann had said her name was Tilly. Seven LEDs on her forehead. Three eye slits, not two. It looked like the third she’d carved herself. “No sword? You look like a sword guy.”

“Bow, and arrows.” “Alright alright. I’ll get one done.” “I’ll need a few, with different names.” “That’ll cost ya.” Hanzo sets down a stack of Euros, sinking back against the metal dresser, the bass of the club below stuck in his throat. “Help yourself.”

A city of humans, omnics, side by tentative side. Many still walked on tiptoes, ready to flee. Some settled to heels, shoulders dropped, calling Budapest home.

A city now almost its own state, rolling its own laws, walls, declaring stability for omnics (safety was arguable), work, if they proved themselves (we don’t talk about what happened if they didn’t).

Fast becoming a multicultural epicentre like London, it was expanding out, and up. But also, down.

And down, was where Hanzo walked. Lived. Worked.

Crime thrived here. A congregation of humans and omnics brushing side by side, co-existing but wanting to live, bred a rich, vibrant underworld that lived seen, unseen. World, within world. And even if it felt like the city was holding its breath, it seemed to work.

It wasn’t lost on Hanzo that he’d turned his back on his family, their legacy, ways-

-only to fall right back in, just a different shade, name.

At least here, he felt like he was helping people (didn’t you try back home too?), useful and giving back (funny what memories we pick and choose).

Mostly, though, he was doing it to survive. What money he’d taken from his family dwindling, and it was a reliable way to keep an ear to the ground, connected. Safe, within harm.

And Hanzo knew the world. How to move. Talk. When to run, when to bleed.

Tonight, he was back at Blood and Chrome, one of the less mainstream mixed clubs for humans and omnics (there were segregated clubs, of course. The omnics only clubs never staying in one place too long, rotating locations, word of mouth, last minute). Fewer tourists, less desirable location away from the Danube, tucked underground - but it mattered in almost every other way in the world he walked.

Here you find people you want, people you don’t. People you won’t anywhere else. Money changes hands more than some banks. Names change when you walk through the door. Faces forgotten when you walk back out.

The drinks are good, the music a mix of rock, metal, EDM depending on room, night, with places to dance, talk, and doors to close for things you don’t want anyone to see. All tucked underground in an old metro station, decommissioned and reclaimed.

The club is built around its exposed bones, dented with years of nights like this. Graffiti immortalising Budapest’s metamorphosis to today. LEDs lining floors, walls, hanging from exposed beams and concrete, under tables, part of chairs. Murals spread over walls, some on ceilings. There’s colour everywhere, and it changes when you’re not looking. When you forget, and are dragged back weeks later for a job you don’t want.

It stinks of alcohol. Sweat. Metal. Oil.

It tastes of whatever you want.

And it sounds busy, voices indistinguishable between the music as Hanzo slips in through the back, the omnic bouncer stepping aside, expecting him. It’s a Friday, so not unusual. He’s working the room they call The Boiler. Downstairs again and one of the bigger rooms, sometimes closed off for exclusivity. Sometimes for a dead body.

The first time he came here, it felt like a community more than a club. More rooms unfolding after each door. Stairs leading to more floors he wondered how far down it really went. Owned by an omnic and human couple, there was always a buzz when they were spotted at their club, tucked in a corner, private.

There was a buzz tonight, but it felt different. As if something new had cracked open. Bristling hairs on skin, sparking exposed wires, the seams of the city picked.

Hanzo hangs his coat, and a last glance at the mirror in the bar staff room, tucking his hair back into a bun. The shorter strands of his outgrown undercut already falling free.

He tucks his small pack at the back of his waist with his bow, arrows already long stashed underneath the bar from his last few jobs here. And pushes the swing doors open for work.

All Blood and Chrome’s employees were like Hanzo. Well. All those down in The Boiler floor and below, anyway. Criminals; former, current, no-choice in the matter. Everyone vetted heavily by the owners, recommended from all the way down from Mariann and even Tilly, he was sure (“hey I’m just your messenger and forgery bot”).

“Oh hey-” she stops, trying to pick his name from memory.

“Morio.”

“Oh, that’s right. Mo.”

A short, sharp sigh. “What is it with people and nicknames, here.”

Hanzo tucks a cloth into his belt, dressed in black jeans, purple long sleeve t-shirt (tattoo always covered, here), half hanging off his right shoulder. Some nights there was a dress code. Usually, it was whatever the hell you wanted. Hanzo tried to dress unassuming. Like anyone who might walk through these doors.

He missed his hair ribbon.

Sometimes he still caught himself reaching up to touch, run his fingers along the silk.

“Easier to say,” she says tapping something into her phone. Hanzo’s burner beeps (everyone has a burner just for work. Sometimes two). “Remember mine?”

“Adrienne.”

A smirk. “Not nickname but, accent’s getting better,” she says with a wink under her mane of red curls. “Anyway. You’re assigned to the veranda tonight.”

(Excerpt from mixed nightlife spots of Budapest for the traveller: …The Veranda: despite being underground, this section of The Boiler Room looks a lot like a veranda might. Or not. Aglow in faux nature, bloom changing weekly, wood fused with metal and the lights, it’s become a favourite corner of those that matter around here…)

“Who?”

Adrienne nods to his burner and she turns back to the bar, asking for the customer’s request, flicking two glasses onto the bar with flair.

Hanzo unlocks the file with thumbprint, a secondary code following.

Rav[REDACTED] Approx 20 active years [REDACTED]tor. Tall. Smooth voice, apparently. Controlled and calm. Purple colourings. You’ll know him when you see him. Rumblings of him through the omnics like livewire right now. Heard he’d rather skewer a human than sit next to one, but when you're desperate, right? Think he’s here for connections, money, help, fucking anything for his cause. I need to know. You have ears like a bat and some weirdo intuition. You ain’t failed me yet, Katniss.

Hanzo glances at The Veranda. Two humans. Omnic. Some vacant tables. Empty glasses litter their table. He takes a tray, and walks, weaving through bodies, blaring music, faces he knows, doesn’t.

None of them know him as Hanzo. He wonders when he’ll lose his name, too.

The music muted as he steps into The Veranda, the words and whispers of every face he plucks to memory all that matters now.

His mark isn’t here yet, so he waits. Watches. Works.

——

He sits in a corner, arm over a woman he’s known for an hour. Couples less inconspicuous than alone. He hasn’t talked to her since walking in the door. Neither has she, her face pin lit from her phone.

Eyes follow his mark. Back. Forth. Cybernetic eyes building on what he already knows.

Not tonight, they said, he’s here. City’s a livewire. Guest of honour.

So he waits. Watches. Works.

[daylightcommand3]

Fixing Spirits

If you follow Overwatch lore in any capacity, you'll notice an out of place element in the world's sci-fi rules. Among nano-technology, genetically altered gorillas, mechs, laser guns, hard light technology, AI, Omnics, and energy shields, there are also spirits. Two dragon spirits and a single fox spirit to be precise. For quite some time the presence of the dragon spirits have confused the Overwatch lore community, as they still have no explanation. Things only became worse when the fox spirit was introduced in Overwatch 2, indicating that these spirits were leaning more towards magic and fantasy than sci-fi. What's worse is that there has been absolutely no scientific reasoning for these spirits, despite even stranger and more mystical appearing abilities (such as Mercy's healing beam) getting scientific explanations (nanomachines). Fortunately, I am here to change that.

It is safe to assume to assume that the dragons and the fox spirit are similar entities, as Blizzard will most likely make it so that Kiriko taught the Shimadas how to get/use their spirits within the lore. Also the dragons and fox spirit seem to be visually similar.

One could theorize that perhaps the spirits are some form of nanomachines or hard-light due to some visual similarities. Now, it wouldn't be impossible for the Shimada Clan to obtain these technologies through illegal means in order to make dragons spirits, but the fox spirit is different. The fox spirit has clearly been a part of the Kamori family for generations. So how did this presumably middle-class family get access to expensive advanced technology before it even existed? As much as I would like a high-tech explanation for the spirits, there is none to be found.

But that doesn’t mean there is no sci-if explanation.

I believe that the spirits are a swarm of hivemind, highly intelligent microbes.

Now, I’m no microbiologist, but I do have an imagination.

A rare breed of bacteria (or any single-celled organism) is able to swarm together in massive quantities due to its ability to generate a hivemind between the microbes. This rare breed of swarming microbes (which I will give the placeholder name of "Sclera") can form itself into humongous (relative to a microbe), complex shapes, such as a fox or dragon. Sclera have become a bit more common due to hard-light emissions and nano-technology pollution in the air, as their presences contribute to the unique environment needed for Sclera to manifest in.

These Sclera Spirits are basically multi-cellular organisms with extra steps, but there are some key differences. Many Sclera have bioluminescence, causing the glow we see. Often times due to Sclera arrangements and quantities the spirits can be translucent, as there are not enough to look opaque constantly. Sclera can also disperse at any time, causing an visual effect similar to disappearing.

Sclera Spirits take the form of animals often through the interaction with said animals. The fox spirit came across a fox to get its form. The dragon spirits most likely encountered several different reptiles. As such, the spirits do have animalistic tendencies. So your headcanons about Hanzo and Genji's dragons acting like dogs can still work. And the fox spirit has made it abundantly clear that these spirits are living, feeling animals due to the fact that it clearly enjoys being rubbed, and hugged, and petted by Kiriko.

Now, for the abilities. Genji gets stronger sword strikes for his dragon fuses with the cellular structure of his (remaining) organs, muscles, and tissues in order to supercharge them. He and the dragon are one. Hanzo's dragon simply splits in two and shifts into a bigger form. The spirit charges in the direction of the arrow and the individual Sclera eat at the skin (or metal) of all that it touches.

Kiriko gets her own paragraph because most of her abilities use the fox spirit (I assume). I'm unsure if her healing ofudas use the power of the fox spirit , but if they do the Sclera most likely have the ability to also repair the broken connections between the cells, similar to Mercy's nanomachines. If the protection suzu uses the power of the fox spirit, then the Sclera temporarily reinforce the cells. Kiriko's swift step is clearly from the power of the fox spirit, and as such simply changes her genetic molecular structure and relocates it; akin to Moira's genetic molecular restructuring used for her fade and Reaper's shadow step. Kitsune rush has the fox spirit run forward output a cloud of Sclera into an area. The cloud takes the form of stepping stones and arches reminiscent of the shrine due to the spirit's connection with Kiriko, and that Kirko associates the fox shrine with protection and empowerment. The Sclera cloud has Sclera briefly fuse with allies in order to enhance their abilities through increasing their reflexes and speed.

There are two reasons why the fox spirit is stronger than the dragon spirits. 1. Kiriko has more spiritual training, allowing her to take full advantage of the fox spirit's power. I doubt Hanzo and Genji signed up for spirit lessons with Kiriko's grandma (and if they did Genji certainly would have not payed attention). 2. The fox spirit is older than the dragon spirits. As said above, the fox spirit has clearly been in the Kamori for generations. We don't know enough about the dragon spirits, (and Sojiro's tale is more about real dragons) so it's safe to assume the dragons came about during the era of hard-light and nano-machines.

TL;DR: The spirits are a bunch of germs in a trenchcoat.

And I like having the spirits be microbes mainly because spirits are said to be all around us and in everything, and microbes are all around us and on everything.

[ma-rmie]

I’ve been thinking about how when Genji ults he has only 1 dragon while Hanzo has 2. This is shown in the short they share as well. I was wondering if maybe the amount of dragons represented something. Genji has accepted himself and forgiven his brother, therefore he’s as whole as he can be with little anger. Him being whole with little inner turmoil may be why he has one complete dragon that was easily able to redirect Hanzo’s 2 dragons. Hanzo hasn’t forgiven himself and has a lot of inner turmoil, so he may be split into two and this feeling of unbalanced ness may be reflected physically with his 1 dragon being split into two halves. Just some thoughts, I hope I worded this properly.

[axiro]

Through the Dragon's Eyes || Talon AU Hanzo Shimada

Chapter Five - Fetter

A deal with the devil.

Chapter Master List || AO3

Any underlined text signifies background music/ambiance is linked. :)

A leader must be responsible. Or else, he is nothing more than a parasite.

His father's words echo in his head, his voice one the archer's very own mirrors. A leader, his father was. A leader Hanzo was meant to become. But plans don't always run along the path that's paved. For Hanzo, it's been skewed. Maybe it has been all along. He's not sure where it began, nor where it will end. All he knows is the fight ahead. And ahead of him are no leaders. He walks down a dimly lit tile hallway behind the woman who greeted him, her hands still clasped behind her back, guards bordering them both. Upon one of her hands, metal nails, quite long and sharp attached to her glove. The other hand seems normal, a twin glove upon it yet void of the rather uncomfortable looking weaponry. Speaking of weaponry, they had forced him to hand over his bow, quiver and bag. This was something he very much did not want to comply with, but it remained a requirement.

He knows who the woman escorting him is after catching more of her features. He's read about her and heard her name mentioned before, among others.

Antonio Giordani, the Italian bastard who made a living off of the suffering of others. Stepping on them, just as the Talon soldiers have been doing back in Hanamura. He ended up dead via an underground group called Blackwatch.

Moira O'Deorain, the woman walking a few paces in front of him. A geneticist with an unsavory moral code. It makes him sick.

Augusto Vialli, the supposed person in charge. Nothing much on him besides that, other than he had connections with Giordani.

Akande Ogundimu, the real leader of this group. Aka, Doomfist. Well known and highly trained heir to a large prosthetic-technology company. He formed Talon to forward his own visions, though he is currently incarcerated.

Then, unfortunately, a lot of information just went dark. The secrecy did not go unnoticed, leaving the only option now to be observance. Learning. Adapting. Then slipping back into the shadows to take them out from the inside or die trying. Death will be with Hanzo every step of the way, regardless of if it takes him or not. A trail of red haunts him, tied like a string of fate laced around his neck synching tighter with each day that passes, sinking into his flesh like the cutting edge of a blade. 

He is led through a large archway. To his right, the room expands. The circular walls contain marble pillars, highlighted by red light seeping from behind them. The room is mostly empty, save for a long, black counsel table, a large circular structure above containing bars of artificial light hitting the matte surface. Coming to a stop, the guards split from him and Moira, two remaining inside taking each end of the entry. The other two depart through a mirroring opening just across from him, one Hanzo would have just passed right through had he kept walking as if it were just another part of the hallway. Moira pauses as the guards depart, only resuming her stride once they've taken their place, her footsteps echoing throughout the stone and tile room.

This leaves Hanzo standing alone. 

Behind him upon the wall, a large, dimly lit stone symbol of the organization he's just signed his soul away to towers above, consuming his presence beneath it's harrowing form. It's accent lighting claws it's fingers over his shoulders, masking his face in darkness.

He examines the beings who all stare at him expectantly. Leaning against the back wall is a female, long dark hair in a high ponytail and a helmet with several red lenses upon it. She has her arms crossed, staring at him coldly. In their respective seats, he spots the wraith as well as others he does not recognize. Another female with short, dark bobbed hair, blowing bubblegum to a pop as she raises a brow. A man with abnormally large shoulder armor compared to the seemingly second skin of the rest of the attire and floating rocks in his palm, looking up to the Shimada heir with an expression that definitely seems much nicer than the others. Moira takes a seat next to this individual.

At the very end of the table sits a man in a light brown suit, red tie, short brown hair and a well kept beard and moustache combo that clashes with the scruff of Hanzo's.

"Ah." He breathes. "Mr. Shimada! Welcome to Rome. I hope you found the trip tolerable. Please," he gestures to the chair at the opposite end of the table closest to Hanzo, "have a seat."

Hanzo begins walking forwards. Reaching the chair, he pulls it out and sits straight, utilizing the armrests at his side for his elbows, keeping one hand folded over the other in front of him.

"Let's begin, shall we?" The man says.

With a small hand gesture to one of the soldiers, they turn and exit, returning a moment later with a platter of crystalline glasses, a decanter of whisky in it's center. They walk over to him, setting it down and he waves them off to return to their station. He looks back to Hanzo, a small head tilt paired with a smirk.

"Whiskey?" He asks.

Hanzo's eyes shift to the decanter, then back up to him.

"No. Thank you." He replies, simply.

The man chuckles a little before picking one of the glasses and pouring himself a serving before looking to everyone else around the table for their respective answers to the offer. The wraith simply cranes his head to glare at him through the rather unsettling mask, which he accepts as a refusal. The woman in the back doesn't even acknowledge him and Moira holds her hand up in refusal as well. The man with the hovering rocks hums in reply.

"I'll take some, if you do not mind, Mr. Vialli."

Augusto Vialli. Now you can put a name to a face. So, this is the whelp in charge in Ogundimu's place. 

"Of course, Sigma." Vialli replies, pouring him a glass before pushing it his way as far as he can. 

The glass then begins shifting on it's own, the rocks falling into the man's palm as his fingers close gently around them, using his free hand to meet the object sliding over to him as if it were being pulled by an invisible string. Hanzo watches, silently intrigued by this until his attention is once again drawn to Vialli.

"Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Augusto Vialli, Talon's counsel-head, though I do hold the leader title as well, you could say."

He raises the whiskey to his mouth, taking a small sip. He licks his lips before gesturing to the raven haired man with the glass, pointer finger extended.

"And you, sir..."

Vialli leaves a pause in the air.

"Hanzo Shimada." Hanzo replies. 

Playing the part, he gives a bend of his upper body into a bow for a moment, rising as the other man can be heard chuckling once again.

"Yes, yes. Hanzo. What a pleasure. I've heard so much about you!"

Vialli leans forwards in his seat as if trying to get a better look at him from across the table like one would stare at an animal through a cage at the zoo.

"Glad to have you on board." He smiles widely before abruptly continuing on.

"Well! Let me introduce you to your team." He stands from his seat, gesturing his head to his left towards the wraith.

"I know you've met Reaper. Your strike commander."

Hanzo looks to Reaper, meeting the blank eye sockets of his mask. Of course he knows. He didn't have a name at the time, but he won't forget it now. Especially since he was just referred to as his strike commander. The archer mentally growls at the thought of this man being directly in charge of him.

Vialli then points to the woman sitting a seat apart from Reaper with the short hair.

"Sombra. Our lovely hacker. Any information you need, she can get it."

"If you ask nicely." She replies almost teasingly, a Spanish accent to her words. Her eyes meet Hanzo's and he could swear her eyes glowed back at him. He pulls his gaze away.

Vialli sweeps his indication across the table past Hanzo and rests on Moira.

"Moira O'Deorain. Your medic. Gifted geneticist."

Gifted isn't how Hanzo would put that. She gives a small smirk to him, eyes piercing right through his person as if she saw something more interesting. It sends a chill down his spine.

Finally, Vialli's finger rests in the direction of the man who seems to have telepathy.

"Sigma. Our newest. Brilliant astrophysicist."

Sigma gives a small friendly chuckle after he takes a drink of his own whiskey.

"You flatter me, Vialli!"

He looks to Hanzo, a smile on his face. It feels so out of place compared to the dynamic of the others sat around him. A gentleness amidst a flock of vultures.

"Welcome to the team, Mr. Shimada! I look forward to working with you!" Sigma gives a respectful bow of his head.

Vialli returns his attention to Hanzo, holding both arms out to his sides leisurely.

"Behind me, our finest sniper. Widowmaker. I hear you aren't the worst shot yourself, hm? Bow and arrow, no less."

No look is spared to the woman he's talking about. One gaze earlier was enough.

"Now," he knocks back a long sip of his liquor before setting it down. "I assume you have questions. Perhaps you wish to negotiate the terms of this partnership with us. What am I getting out of this, you may ask. We are here to answer that."

He claps his hands together, beginning to pace slowly around the table, his trek starting behind Reaper. There's a small door that opens in the center of the table, emitting a large hologram from a lens within. Images fizz to detail displaying what Hanzo knows oh so well.

Home.

"As Reaper informed you, Hanamura is under our care. The uh... previous tenants, you could say, vacated the premises, and we saw an opportunity. A business opportunity. Surely, you can understand this. You're a business man, aren't you, Hanzo?"

 Hanzo's grip on his hand tightens.

"Of course. I was raised to take my fathers place. I am his heir." He replies, tone changing to reflect the one he's listened to in his youth during these exact types of situations. Strong and confident. Unfaltering.

"That's what I like to hear." Vialli says with a smile, his walk continuing, now passing behind Sombra.

"I recall we had a discussion with your father some time ago now about a mutual collaboration, of sorts." He pauses, "Given he is no longer with us and circumstances have altered, we would like to make you an offer. This," he gestures to the images and videos displayed in the hologram of Hanamura, "in exchange for assistance from someone as skilled as you."

Hanzo's head turns to follow Vialli, eyes meeting.

"My family is one of assassins, trained from the first moments they can learn. I see you already possess such attributes here. What is your use for my assistance?" He asks.

"What indeed, Mr. Shimada. What, indeed." The other man replies. 

Reaching Hanzo's side, he looks down at him. Hanzo wants to kick his legs out from under him just so he won't dare peer that angle at him. Alas, he keeps level, parrying the look with intensity.

Vialli continues with his explanation.

"We would hope to continue this relationship into the future once all is said and done. You handle a little something for us, we hand you back your estate. Help you get back on your feet. Obviously for at least a little share when the cogs are turning once again."

Hanzo breaks the eye contact to glance to the hologram. He's silent for a moment as he chooses his next words carefully.

"Hanamura is my home. It belongs to my family." He pauses, looking back to Vialli. "I will argue it's functional importance rests more upon me than outsiders. If you wish for business, business you shall have, but on my accord."

The suited man pats his hand on the table next to Hanzo lightly before he rises it in a dismissive manner.

"You're good. I'll give you that. Consider it done."

He continues his walk, at a faster pace this time as he makes the full circle back to his end of the table, obtaining his liquor. He's now centered through the transparency of the bartering chip between the two of them. He looks to the other team members, placing his free hand in his pocket before he sets his sights on Hanzo one more time.

"Do we have an accord?"

The Shimada heir takes a final gander at the team surrounding him, inhaling deeply through his nose, chest rising then slowly falling with a long exhale.

"We do."

Vialli slowly raises his glass. The sight of him through the hologram as he takes his final drink of whiskey leaves a sour taste in Hanzo's mouth. With a clink, he sets the empty glass down on the platter alongside the decanter, then giving another wave to the guards at the entrance.

"Please, show Mr. Shimada to his accommodations. We have much to discuss tomorrow. I would like to make sure he has a chance to get used to his new surroundings, perhaps explore a little. See to it he receives his new attire and his weapons back. He will need them."

The guards march up beside Hanzo and he stands, not even acknowledging them. He gives a shallow bow, not breaking eye contact with the snake of a man until he physically has to by turning to leave with his escort, leaving the soft glow of the display behind.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

That's the last thing he hears as he exits the room through the other archway, continuing down the hall in the same direction he had come from with guards on both sides.

[jisatsu-tai]

#3 for your whole squad 👀👀👀 - @xynchronicity​  3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone? the whole squad WHICH I DESERVE

Abril: She is incredibly extroverted in person and speaks to herself when she’s alone. Sometimes doesn’t know how to be quite. [ “It’ll be fun they said, fly to Rialto they said” ]

Akande: Incredibly intimidating and professional among watching eyes. You have to be in this business everyone is looking to cut their strings [ or get thrown over a waterfall ] so it isn’t good to let his guard down. On his own time he’s rather somber. A man that likes to read and sit by the fire for some peace.

Angela: She is incredibly professional and rigid with nearly everyone having been in the medical field in most of her developmental years she’s got some emotional dissonance and struggles maintaining and keeping relationships. Which ironically is no different than she is on her own. Which is the MAIN problem.

Widowmaker: Widow is almost a ghost of  Amélie when she’s alone. She talks to herself in French, like she’s speaking to an entirely different part of her psyche sometimes. She says and does things she cannot explain, which are muscle memories from her past life. She is mostly silent and resolved when among others. Doesn’t speak unless spoken to.

Delilah: All my muses are so professional, they have an image to protect. Delilah is no different, she is trying to bridge the gap between humans and omics. Though it’s not going so well. Despite her peppy attitude, in her solitude she feels incredibly alone and sometimes seems to droop and sag when she’s on her own.

Delaware: Barz is the grumpiest old man to ever exist. He speaks his mind when around others. He doesn’t hesitate to give Ashe a piece of his mind because he’s been around long enough he feels comfortable doing that. You’ll often hear him grumbling like the old cod he is when he’s on his own.

Genji: Genji has a lot of self loathing he still struggles with on his day to day for the hand he played in his own fate and how he pushed Hanzo. But does his best to be upbeat and cheerful around others so that he doesn’t worry them. He’s may have recovered from his rage but it still exists. Don’t be fooled, Genji finds ways to take out that bottled up rage in a healthier manner than lashing out at others like he used to but normally does that on his own.

Jack: Angry. He’s so angry all the time, he lashes out so easily at others now even the people he was close to or loved. He has these large stone walls that incircle him. But on his own he just sits in silence reflecting on all the mistakes he made. Trying to figure out how he got here and how he can put an end to it.

Hana: Hana’s entire life is on the grand stage and people thing she’s this KAWAII DESU sort of gamer girl, but D.Va is a persona that she puts on to keep her people at peace about the dangers beyond. On her own, she’s far more serious, a hero complex in the making. Spending 90 percent of her time perfecting combat and the MEKA. She’d rather be prepared than famous.

Hanzo: Hanzo has a very bull headed resistant attitude to anyone that approaches him. But in his private time he refuses to look in the mirror, really against his own reflection because if he stares at it for too long he’ll realize he is the monster everyone says he is.

Soyon: Soyon does not express emotion in similar ways as people, she often has a fox like curiosity when around people, often shaped by the people she spends time with. She only turns feral around the Shimada’s, but she is one of their protectors. Soyon is a woman of very few words both in her own time and among others. She is a bit more sly when on her own though, sometimes smiling for no reason.

Moira: She’s a huge nerd, which is masked by her disdain for humanity and dislike for nearly everyone she works with. Her eye rolls are hard to take seriously when you know she’s rocking out to anime openings and j-pop, to which she knows all the words to and definitely sings to herself when she things no one is around.

BONUS: Echo: Echo is curious, constantly asking questions when she’s around people, often repeating things over and over - not necessarily because she didn’t hear you but becasue she’s saving those words in her data bank. On her own she often practices her impressions where they don’t freak anyone out.

[jasmine-tea-latte]

Steambaby Week Fanfics

So I've been swamped with work and writing my Zutara / Bridgerton / Pride and Prejudice fic, so I haven't had time to create any new content for @steambabyweek.

But I have rounded up all my existing steambaby stories for your reading enjoyment! FYI, mild spoilers will be referenced, so I'm placing them below the cut both for that and because this post got very, very long...

Technically, I've written about the steambabies in 3 different universes. So I've split them up for clarity's sake, with the most expansive AU at the end.

Color Code: Firebender, Waterbender, Nonbender

SOUVENIRS UNIVERSE

Souvenirs We Brought Back From Ember Island – Zuko and Katara share an intimate evening together the last night at the Ember Island beach house before heading out to confront Ozai and their destinies the next morning, only to discover several weeks later that they brought back a surprise souvenir from that encounter…

Rated M for suggestive content and referenced adult situations, though Chapters 10 and 11 where the steambbs make an appearance are SFW.

Steambabies in this series:

Crown Princess Izumi

Prince Tulok

Princess Kya (not born yet when the story ends, though will end up being a nonbender)

ZK BIG BANG 2021

A Present Fit For A Fire Lady – Fire Lord Zuko struggles to come up with the perfect present for his wife to celebrate their first wedding anniversary. Unbeknownst to him, he’s already given them both the best present of all.

As this fic ends with Katara revealing to Zuko that they’re expecting their first child, there aren’t any details about the actual steambaby. However, as this was part of the Big Bang event last year, there are lovely artwork pieces included, not to mention two incredible original songs written just for this story!

THE PHOENIX AND THE DRAGON SERIES

Phoenix and Dragon – Set during the series that I wrote for Zutara Week 2020, back when the pandemic first started and forced us all indoors and I had waaaay too much time to kill. This chapter introduces the first four steambabies and features the announcement that they’re expecting triplets as well.

(Yes, I went overboard when I gave them seven babies in this series – I blame being a new fanfic writer at the time and getting carried away – but like the Bridgerton family, they had a ton of babies because they wanted to, though after #7 they decided they were DONE.)

little rays of starlight– The Fire Lord and his wife take their infant daughter out on a trip to see the Southern Lights during the crown princess' first visit to the Southern Water Tribe. Features protective Dadko fussing over keeping little Izumi warm against the South Pole winter and just overall tooth-rotting fluffiness. Guest appearances by Sukka, who are expecting their first baby in this fic, and Taang, who aren’t engaged yet but will be soon.

The Fire Lord and the Sunstone – takes place when Crown Princess Izumi is just shy of 2 years old. The royal family inherits Druk after the Fire Lord and the Avatar are summoned back to visit Ran and Shaw. A cute fluffy oneshot that has baby Druk becoming fast friends with the eldest steambaby.

A Fire Burning in Her Bones (WIP)– Crown Princess Izumi has always dreamed of someday bending fire or water like her parents, following in their footsteps and making them proud. But when Izumi discovers that she’s a nonbender, she must learn to carve her own path, while learning more about her parents’ history and her nation’s role in the Hundred Year War in the process. I've gotten sidetracked by other fics since the last update, but I will finish this story one day. Hopefully.

Fun Fact: There's a 13.5 year age difference between the eldest and youngest of their kids.

Steambabies from this series, plus some fun facts / trivia about them if / when I ever get around to writing more fics in this AU:

Crown Princess Izumi

Twins - Prince Hanzo and Princess Kya

Prince Shunsui

Triplets - Prince Lu Ten, Princess Ayuko, and Prince Mihiro

Izumi – eldest child and daughter, born 3 years after Sozin’s Comet

Gold eyes, black hair

Name Meaning: fountain, water

Skilled with broadswords, learns from her father and later Master Piandao

Crown princess; introvert; birthday falls in the same week as the anniversary of the War's End, which coincides with her parents’ wedding anniversary as well

Most like Zuko in terms of dry sarcasm; constantly feels need to prove herself especially compared to her prodigious younger sibling Hanzo (essentially a gender-flipped Zuko and Azula sibling rivalry but on much, much friendlier terms)

Favorite subject is history; favorite treat is SWT seaweed cookies

Hanzo – eldest son and the elder twin, born approximately 5 ½ years after Sozin’s Comet

Gold eyes, black hair

Name Meaning: to hide, half

Named as a shout-out to the real-life legendary Japanese samurai Hattori Hanzo/Demon Hanzo. The "Demon Hanzo" nickname also gave me Blue Spirit vibes as well, ngl

Occasionally uses blades with a focus on broadswords

Ambivert; Is the spitting image of his father in his pre-banishment days. Later in the story (not written yet), his older sister Izumi will see a portrait of young Zuko pre-scarring and mistake them for each other at first

Has his mother’s personality - kind and nurturing but will cut you if you mistreat someone

Kya – younger twin

Blue eyes, brown hair

Named for Katara and Sokka’s mother

Outgoing; enjoys fashion and finding bargains during shopping trips with Great-Uncle Iroh

Inherits Uncle Sokka’s (terrible) sense of humor

Enjoys studying art from all over the world

Decent at healing but prefers sparring

Eventually settles down in SWT with her wife and their pet polar bear dog

In later years helps teach waterbending to Avatar Korra

Shunsui – born 11 years after Sozin’s Comet

Gold eyes, brown hair

Name Meaning: spring, water

Becomes a respected healer and opens up several healing clinics

Enjoys the simpler things in life like his Great-Uncle Iroh and develops an affinity for botany as a hobby

Laidback personality; enjoys traveling especially in the Earth Kingdom

Is the only steambaby besides Izumi not to be either a twin or triplet

Like his older sister Kya, helps teach waterbending to Avatar Korra

Lu Ten – eldest triplet, born approximately 16 ½ years after Sozin’s Comet

Blue eyes, black hair

Named for Iroh’s son, Zuko and Azula’s late cousin

Extrovert who takes up pro-bending when he's older

Bi pretty boy who naturally charms the ladies and the men, but has a hidden sweet, shy side

Loves traveling the world along with honorary Uncle Aang, Aunt Toph, and all their brood

Secretly gifted at the tsungi horn but will never admit it

Ayuko – middle triplet and youngest daughter

Blue eyes, black hair

Name Meaning: love, affection, rainbow

I came up with her name because of the rainbow sunshower scene in the story right before ZK announce that they're expecting her and her brothers

Is a naturally gifted bender like her Aunt Azula and the only firebender of her siblings capable of creating blue flames

Introvert who enjoys writing and reading; often seen curled up with a book in the library

A theatre nerd just like her father; is also a talented dancer but too shy to show off her skills most of the time

Mihiro – youngest triplet and youngest son

Gold eyes, black hair

Name Meaning: crown, benevolence, sea

Skilled with broadswords

Trained in swordfighting by his eldest sister Izumi and looks up to her; also learns from Zuko, Sokka, and Master Piandao

Inspired to learn broadswords after watching his eldest sister Izumi fighting with them one day when he’s 3-4

Finds out about Blue Spirit myths during a visit to the Earth Kingdom when he's a child and not-so-secretly admires all the legends and tall tales of the infamous vigilante, much to his parents’ amusement

Enjoys cooking

And there you have it! What can I say, I have a soft spot for Zutara and all their bbs 💜

[wellthebardsdead]

Repost from old account, Request from old blog by @dragons-hoarded-treasure

Hanzo x fem reader, Hanzo being touch starved but afraid and feeling unworthy of affection and love. ~Bambi

It was a year after the recall when you’d met the famed elder Shimada. The one who’d torn his own younger brother to pieces, the one everyone envisioned to be a cruel and horrible monster, the one who stepped onto the Gibraltar base late one night looking like an anxious bundle of nerves, the one who stole your heart upon first sight. Hanzo.

He’d come here to make things right, Genji had forgiven him, the younger Shimada knew of the traumas and abuse Hanzo had endured to turn him into a puppet for the clans use. It didn’t excuse his final action when he drew his blade, but it made the idea of him being a heartless killer crumble to pieces.

Despite Genji assuring everyone that Hanzo was in fact a good person, only a handful of people dared to give him a chance beyond passing glances and whispers. Winston, Reinhardt and Ana welcomed the archer with open arms. Mccree was angry about what Hanzo had done, but if Genji could forgive him so could he. After a slap across the face and a big hug Angela forgave him too. Even Pharah and soldier forgave him, and of course, so did you.

You noticed a pattern to the archers behaviour. Beyond speaking to Genji he rarely came out of his room or frequented areas when it was crowded. He’d sneak to the cafeteria extremely late at night or early in the morning to avoid the judgmental stares, and sometimes he’d skip meals entirely. The only other time he’d seem to leave his room was to take up work from Winston or to go to the shooting range.

You could practically see the guilty conscience weighing on him. Despite him and Genji now getting along like old times and behaving like brothers again, you hated the way everyone else beyond the small select few looked at him, they wouldn’t even give him a chance and it pissed you off to no end.

It was one night you found yourself in the cafeteria that you decided to take action. You had dinner with everyone but stuck around to see if the archer would make an appearance, Genji sat with you for a while too, worry heavy on his mind and heart. But soon it was well past 1am, and Genji had gone to bed...

You went to the kitchen and heated up the plate of food you’d set aside for Hanzo and headed to his room. You were about to knock when the door slid open revealing him standing there in a pair of sweats and a black shirt. He reeled back immediately out of surprise and maybe... a bit of anxiety?

“Oh, s-sorry didn’t mean to surprise ya.” You smiled so gently at him, “n-no no it’s fine... I wasn’t expecting anyone... What can I help you with?” He whispered straightening up from his defensive posture as he relaxed.

You held out the tray to him, “you skipped dinner again... Genjis getting worried about you... And... So am I...” you say rubbing your arm sheepishly.

He blinked looking at you confused, he didn’t understand the warmth spreading in his chest, -...Am I having a heart attack?..- he thought before taking the tray, his calloused fingers gently brushing over yours for a moment and in that split second his tattoo and eyes flashed blue. -love...- Two voices in unison echoed within his head. He shook it off and cleared his throat, thankfully you didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

“Thank you... There’s nothing you need to worry about. I assure you.” He said softly, he always seemed to get so quiet at night. “No, there is. You can’t keep sneaking around like this Han... I know what you’re doing... Genji used to do the same thing because everyone looking at him like he was a freak scared him.” You sighed, “And now you’re doing the same because everyone’s looking at you like you’re a monster.” You frowned.

He recoiled a little at that comment but you didn’t give him a chance to reply. You slid your hand a little further up his and grasped it gently, “And what sucks about that the most is you’re not a monster... Genji himself told them that, I told them that...” you sighed, “You’re a good person, you deserve to be happy... And if you keep sneaking around like this I’ll just have to come here every morning and night to annoy you until you come out.” You smirk playfully.

The archers cheeks flushed red at your kind words, but mostly because you were holding his hand. He gently pulled away and nodded feeling very shy as the harmonic voices sang out restlessly at the kind contact. “Thank you...” he said awkwardly before looking down at the food, “I’ll even walk with you to the cafeteria... You shouldn’t have to be afraid here.” You smiled up at him.

He looked back at you as if scanning to find any hint of deceit in your expression, But he found none. You were being truthful with him, “I’d... Id like that y/n... Thank you.” He smiled and you suddenly felt your cheeks redden and your knees grow weak, he had a beautiful smile. “Don’t mention it hands-” you coughed choking as you caught yourself, “Hanzo! I-I meant Hanzo!” You blurted out before turning and rushing off, “ILL SEE YOU TOMORROW!” You shouted as you disappeared down the hall.

Hanzo stood there confused for a moment before looking back at the food and smiling as he walked back into his room. As soon as the door slid shut his tattoo glistened that brilliant blue again and two long serpentine like spirits slid from his arm and manifested into small cat sized physical forms. Cerulean blue top scales, ocean blue fur, antler like horns, long swishy whiskers, and peachy yellow and pink underbellies. Tomo and Mochi, his beloved dragons.

He sat quietly on the couch and they both scrambled up into his lap as he ate. Tomo gently placed his paw on his masters hand where you’d touched him, “pretty!” He chimed so sweetly. “she was wasn’t she?...” Hanzo sighed feeding the spirit dragon some of the meat. “Love?” mochi suddenly piped up.

The archer frowned shaking his head, “she... deserves better... B-Besides... who’d ever want to be with someone like me? Hah..ha...” he forced a smile as tears stung his eyes. The dragons whimpered and nudged their master lovingly as he struggled to hold himself together...

...

You were true to your word when you said you’d come by to ‘annoy’ him every morning. You’d turn up and knock on his door until he’d finally answer, often bleary eyed and in the middle of brushing or tying his hair. But despite how tired he looked, he’d always smile when he’d see you.

Every day was the same, you’d walk with him to the cafeteria, you’d stand with him as he got his food and you’d sit with him to eat. It started off a little rocky, you had to convince him to stay else he’d scurry off back to his room. He’d grow anxious with the stares the other agents would throw his way, but it wasn’t long before those with forgiveness in their hearts flocked to your table.

It started with Genji who immediately teased you two for being little love birds. Then Mccree whose chipper attitude always managed to get Hanzo talking, and soon as more friends joined you watched The archer begin to emerge from his shell like the grumpy hermit crab he was. He even told a joke once that caught everyone off guard and had the table howling with laughter. It was good, it was sweet... Even still you couldn’t help but notice the glances he’d cast your way... Was he scared?... Anxious?...

You got your answer one night as you both exited the cafeteria. It had become a routine as of late to walk with him back to his dorm, it was on the way to yours anyway. You don’t even recall how it started, one night you two just started walking as you maintained conversation, and it just grew to the point where when one stood to leave the other followed.

It was quiet between the two of you that night, normally there’d be idle chatter but you both felt a sense that there was an unspoken tension. There was something on Hanzos mind, and as his tattooed hand brushed past your elegant fingers as he walked at your side the voices of the dragons sang out mournfully. They wanted you, wanted you to be his, for him to be yours. His heart was aching for you and in turn so were theirs.

Your presence lingered in his mind in every idle moment, your smile, your kindness, your touch... He wanted so badly to just reach out and grasp your hand in his, to hold you and caress you. He wanted to be yours so badly but he was afraid... He was afraid and he was too proud to admit it.

His wrist brushed past yours again and his tattoo flashed as the dragons began to roar within him, anger, anger towards him, towards his reluctance. You yourself had said he deserved to be happy but he didn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe it.

His whole life from the day he was born he lived in misery, he often thought he was born first simply so Genji could have a childhood... A childhood he never got... His earliest memory bubbled to the surface as anxiety flared within his stomach and tightened his chest, his fathers words forever burned within his mind like the welts upon his cheek echoed so loudly they ruptured through the storm of thundering roars, “you’re not a child, you’re an investment...” Happiness was something other people deserved... not him.

“Hanzo?” Your soft voice suddenly drew him back to reality and he blinked his eyes to see you kneeling beside him. He was sitting on the floor inside the doorway of his room. His body shaking, breathing unsteady, tears streaming down his face making his silky stray hairs stick to his cheeks. “Breathe now...” you cooed so softly as you reached out to hold his hand.

As soon as your delicate fingers touched his he recoiled and let out the most pitiful whimper you could imagine. “N-no.” He managed to choke out between deep shaky breathes. “Okay, okay... you don’t like being touched.” You smiled so gently at him it made his heart ache with want, with need.

You moved to sit beside him, as you shifted you leaned in close enough for him to catch the scent of chocolate on your lips from dessert. He couldn’t hold back any longer, it was killing him inside he had to know.

Your eyes went wide as he pressed his lips to yours so suddenly. Your face was bright red and your breath hitched in your throat before the reality of the situation finally dawned on you. He liked you and he was too afraid to tell you his feelings. After a moment you pulled away and stared into his eyes, he looked down feeling ashamed and embarrassed, “I’m sorry...” he finally managed out breaking the silence.

“It’s okay. You... could have just told me.” You whispered softly. “No... I want you... but... I don’t des-” you silenced him with another gentle kiss, immediately he recoiled, out of surprise if nothing else. “Shh Shh...” you cooed, “you do deserve me Han... I’m not perfect, nobody is. But you’re not a bad person. You deserve good things... And... I want to be yours.” You smile trying to take his hand again but this time he reluctantly allowed you too.

“But...” he tried to think of a reply but nothing could come out. He felt so embarrassed and confused, “let’s get you some water okay?” You whisper as you reached to help him up. Immediately his whole body went rigid as you slid your arm under his and around his side. You moved to back off sensing his tension but he suddenly held onto you and accepted your help.

As soon as you got him to his feet you let go and he pulled away. The two of you stood there in awkward silence for a moment before he sheepishly reached for your hand only to pull back and walk to the kitchenette to get water. He jumped a little as you grasped hold of his strong arms and lead him to the couch. You sat him down and sighed seeing how lost he looked in his own body. Was positive contact really so foreign to him?...

You walked to the small mini fridge and returned with a bottle of water. He took it from you but made no action to drink it, he just stared off at nothing, the after shocks of the anxiety attack racking his body. “I get them too y’know?...” you whispered to him softly. In that moment Hanzo realised he couldn’t hear the dragons. Only you... in your presence they were calm, so calm.

“I... I have them often...” He replied after a moment. “So do I.” You smile sadly, “and that’s okay... we all have our burdens. But... I know it’s a hell of a lot easier to bare them when you have someone to share the load.” You say as you resisted the urge to take his hand again. He looked at you with such sad eyes, up this close you could see their colour, a warm sunny brown that only seemed to emphasise the pain he was in, “my burdens are mine to bare... and I do not wish to impose them on you.” He sighed.

“Love... happiness... it’s something for other people. I exist so other people can have those thin-” you cut him off abruptly, “Don’t talk like that!” You say raising your voice, “Nobody deserves to feel like that Hanzo! I don’t care who made you think that but they’re full of bullshit ya hear me?” You say sounding so upset but each word was filled with love.

He recoiled a little and frowned, “I don’t know what else to think y/n... what else is there for me if my only purpose up to this point in life is to do as I’m told?...” he frowned sadly. “To learn to be happy.” You say gently placing your hand on his cheek. He flinched a little but leaned into it, “how can I when I feel selfish merely accepting your contact... however brief it may be upon my skin?...” he said looking into your eyes again as his hands balled into fists gripping the fabric of his trousers.

“Be selfish.” You smiled so lovingly, if only you knew what that smile did to him, “youre allowed to be selfish, you’re allowed to want things, you’re allowed to make your own choices, you’re allowed to be happy.” You whispered. “I know it’ll be hard... It’s pretty obvious you’re scared of being touched, even if it’s just... friendly contact. I’ll wait... I’ll wait until you’re ready.” You say moving to pull your hand away only for him to take you by the wrist and keep you there for a moment longer.

Your breath hitched in your throat in surprise but you didn’t resist as he brought you back. You gently stroked his skin with your thumb, and after a short moment you managed to coax him into having a sip of water. “It’s late... I... can stay if you want, there’s... still stuff we should talk about if we’re going to be a thing.” You say as he finally let go of your hand. “No...I...” he thought for a moment before sighing, “I’ll be okay... Itd be wise if we speak more when I’ve rested and calmed down.” He said as he drank the rest of the water.

You watched him as he lowered his hands, the plastic of the bottle crinkled as he struggled to keep his fingers from trembling. “Are you sure?... You’re allowed to want me to stay you know?...” you smiled slightly. He looked at you perplexed for a moment. He did want you to stay, he wanted so badly for you to stay... but he wasn’t ready, not yet. “No no... it’s fine, I’ve imposed enough on you this evening.” He sighed.

“It’s not imposing if it’s welcomed.” You say softly catching him off guard once more, “and you are welcomed Hanzo. Always.” You say standing up but not before planting a kiss to his cheek. It was so soft, so pure and gentle that it momentarily broke the archer. -did I deserve that?... it felt so special...- he thought before realising you were preparing to leave. “Y/n!” He blurted out.

You looked at him and smiled, “yes Hanzo?” You asked as he stood up, “I...” he paused now suddenly unable to find the words, “...Whenever I look at you I feel breathless.... I said that out loud didn’t I?” He said going bright red. You giggled and smiled, “goodnight Hanzo. If you need me I’m only a few doors down and a text message away... And you’re allowed to text me.” You say before an idea struck you.

“Here.” You said as you removed your hair tie placing it around his wrist, “A reminder.” You say walking past him to the door. “For what?” He asked puzzled as he looked at the simple hair tool. “For when the fog and the noise in your head becomes too much, and when your chest feels both tight and empty. You can look at it and remember that I’m here. That I want to be here Hanzo. For you. Got it?” You say glancing at him.

He stood there confused and felt his heart stop for a moment. God if only you knew what you did to him. He smiled and suddenly tugged the long yellow ribbon from his hair. He walked to you and stood there for a moment as if waiting for an unspoken permission. You looked up at him puzzled for a brief second before nodding. He gently took your hair in his hands, unable to resist running his fingers through it before he tied it into a loose ponytail, “A reminder of me then...” he whispered so softly you could hardly hear.

“So you can remember that I’ll try my hardest for you... so you can remember to remind me that I’m allowed to want you...” he said as you turned to face him again, “I promise, I’ll remember.” You hummed. “One... more kiss please?” You whispered. He gladly complied, his lips met yours and once more for a brief moment the rest of the world seemed to just melt away, he wanted to reach out and pull you closer, but he held off, he resisted. He was scared he’d spoil this, that he’d spoil everything, that somehow he’d taint you, taint you like he did ever-

You slid your tongue in.

His eyes popped open in surprise before closing again. He gladly returned the favour as the taste of you pushed away the fog filling his mind. For the first time in 10 years... maybe longer... he felt at peace. “goodnight Hanzo...” you whispered as you finally broke away for air, “goodnight y/n... sleep well... I... I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled tiredly. You pressed your lips to his for one more taste before stepping out into the hall leaving the archer standing there in a love struck haze.

He smiled and twirled on his heel before practically floating as he wandered to bed.

...

Much to your surprise the next morning you woke to find Hanzo waiting for you outside your dorm for a change. Fully dressed, appearance tidy, and a cup of coffee in hand just the way you like it. When you opened the door only just awake and with your hair a mess you felt so embarrassed, he on the other hand thought you looked adorable.

The days that followed were much the same, he’d wait for you outside your dorm, often with tea or a cup of coffee and you’d both walk to the cafeteria together. You’d both established that you wanted a relationship, but beyond simple hand holding Hanzo couldn’t bring himself to initiate further contact.

You respected his boundaries, you had to. He’d been hurt and damaged so badly in his life that the concept of gentle contact was strange and frightening to him. But even still you tested the waters, what actions made him relax, what ones he’d recoil from, what ones made him freeze up entirely.

He was okay with kisses, comfortable even and had begun to seek them out on his own, as he would call it, ‘selfish’ accord. Handholding was a yes, hugs were a no. The day he held you around the waist was a huge surprise even for the both of you. You were patient, you had to be, you wanted to be, but you’d be damned if you weren’t getting touch starved longing for that perfectly toned muscular body to hold you tightly.

It was again one night after dinner that things changed once more. The two of you walked side by side, but as you reached for Hanzos hand he pulled away. You looked at him confused, he suddenly wasn’t okay with it anymore? “Babe?...” you whispered but he didn’t respond, he looked straight ahead and kept walking, body rigid, shoulders tense. It was when you saw a droplet of sweat trickle down his brow you realised something was wrong.

“H-Hanzo are you okay?” You asked as you reached for him, he couldn’t move away fast enough this time, and as your hand grasped his arm his tattoo and his eyes flashed blue and you heard an unholy roar...

You’re not sure how you both ended up in his room so fast. But like last time you found yourself in the dim entryway, but this time you were seated between his legs as he held you tightly. And sitting in front of both of you, sniffing tentatively and curiously at your person, were his two dragons.

You looked at them both awestruck, you’d seen them in action before but never like this. Meanwhile Hanzo simply glared at them with annoyance, “I... I wanted to make tonight special.” He whispered breaking the silence, “I intended you to meet them later on this evening but... it would seem they decided to ruin my plans.” He sighed.

The dragons both puffed out their chests and turned their heads away pouting proudly. You giggled and moved to pat them but stopped realising that... Hanzo was holding you... you looked up at him with sparkling eyes, “what... did you plan for tonight then?...” you whispered.

He looked at you for a moment before scooping you up into his strong arms, holding you like his bride. “H-han!” You blubbered out flustered. “Hush... let me... do this now before I lose my nerve.” He whispered as he sat on the couch placing you in his lap, your legs either side of his.

His deft hands gently slid around your waist as he pulled you closer, “am I... allowed to?..” he paused as he noticed the yellow ribbon tied elegantly amongst your hair. He remembered the hair tie holding his up, he remembered your words, your promise... you looked him in the eyes and gasped slightly as his touch sent goosebumps over your skin, “I want you y/n.” He whispered. You leaned in closer and smiled as your lips faltered barely a distance from his own, “I want you too Hanzo.” You crooned as you kissed him gently.

He smiled into the kiss and squeezed your hips gently, his, you were his, and he was yours. He was allowed to be yours, allowed to be happy. You were his happiness. You giggled a little feeling what you first thought was his beard scratching your chin. Until you broke for air to see the two dragons squished between you and him wanting attention. “Really? Now?” Hanzo pouted.

They both tilted their heads, you giggled and booped their noses. They blepped.

Submitted by dragons-hoarded-treasure

[punprincess321]

Mchanzo Sleeping Beauty

This is LOOOONG so be prepared...

Once upon a time in a land far far away, there was a beautiful and vast kingdom ruled by two kings, King Jack Morrison and King Gabriel Reyes.

The two had united their kingdoms many years ago when Gabriel's son was still an infant, unfortunately both queens had died, Gabriel had only one heir and Jack feared the worst, when the two met it was like love at first sight, the two were married and Gabriel's son became heir to the throne of the entire kingdom. Jack and Gabriel were conquerors, they would take down tyrannical monarchies and put better more trusted leaders in their place, this system made them loved across the land, along with their 17 year old son.

Prince Jesse was wild like most teenagers, he was mischievous and quite a headache for the palace workers but he was still kind and compassionate, he helped out in any way he could around the kingdom and would give his best hunting prizes to families who needed the fur and meat. This kindness mixed with Jesse's roguish looks made him the most desired bachelor in all the land but Jesse never showed any interest in the countless princesses that flocked to his door, Jesse may have been handsome and beloved, but he still felt lonely, women didn't appeal to him but yet no man had caught his eye either.

One day the kings got word of a kingdom who had terrible rulers, they abused their subjects, stole from their allies and it was believed that they were involved in the dark arts of sorcery and occult rituals. Jack and Gabriel readied their armies and left for the Shimada empire.

Many months passed until the kings returned, the kingdom rejoiced at their return and Jesse ran out of the castle to greet his fathers, behind them was a medley of prisoners, all to either be thrown into the dungeon or executed in town square. As Jesse watched the prisoners walk through the crowd, getting pummeled by trash and rotten produce, one prisoner caught his attention, a man with long black hair and a large blue dragon tattoo on his left arm, he appeared to be Jesse's age, around 17 to 18, and was quite strong, the man looked scared and confused by what the people were doing. Jesse stared at the man feeling his heart race, he wanted him as his own.

The prisoners were brought into the throne room where Jack and Gabriel judged the severity of the punishment they would receive. One by one, the prisoners were divided into groups of ones to be executed and those who would be imprisoned, Jesse stood by and watched the spectacle, they soon reached the one with the tattoo, Jesse looked at his fathers to learn their answer, hoping that he would only be a prisoner, Gabriel stood. "You were the one who attacked my beloved unprovoked when attempting to make an agreement to avoid the mutiny that occurred, for this act you will be beheaded." He announced.

Jesse saw the fear in the man's eyes, like he had no idea what he did would result in a public execution, Jesse couldn’t let this happen and ran to his dad. "Father wait!" Jesse exclaimed. "This man seems to be conflicted about something, let him speak of his actions." He requested, Jack and Gabriel looked at their son then at each other before Gabriel turned back to the man. "Very well, explain yourself to us." He demanded.

A guard pushed the man forward and he looked down at his feet. "I only did as my king father told me, he ordered me to kill on sight, no matter what you say." The man explained, Jack leaned forward. "Your father is king of the Shimada empire?" He asked, the man nodded and held his head high. "I am Hanzo Shimada, loyal son and servant of my family's empire." He replied, this man didn’t look anything like a prince, his hair was matted in dirt and his clothes looked like that of rags, the only way they knew he was honest was the royal crest branded on his right shoulder, not much was known about the Shimada empire, but it was said that royal offspring had their symbol branded on their bodies.

The two kings looked between one another, unsure of what to do with the son of their enemy, Jesse was staring at Hanzo with great interest, Hanzo noticed and attempted to cover his body with his long hair, Jack and Gabriel took notice and made the decision with a nod between them.

"You will serve as concubine to our son." Gabriel announced, Jesse looked both surprised and pleased with this decree, Hanzo on the other hand looked terrified, he knew what happened to concubines if they didn't serve their purpose. The sentencing concluded and Hanzo was dragged away to be prepared for his new position.

-

Hanzo had to be held down as he was bathed, clothed and done up for the prince, the handmaidens made numerous comments about how his hair looked like it had never been combed once and he reeked of a pigsty, Hanzo didn't understand why they mentioned it.

After nearly two hours, Hanzo was ready, he had been covered in sweet smelling oils and was dressed in tight blue silks covered with silver dust, his hair had been braided and decorated with sapphires, his ears had been pierced and platinum and sapphire earrings adorned his lobes, platinum anklets and bracelets shimmered in the candlelight of the room and an aquamarine and sapphire necklace wrapped around his neck tightly. Hanzo looked in the mirror and was shocked, in all his life he never knew what he looked like clean and done up, he actually began to smile until he remembered why he was dressed like this.

Hanzo was escorted to the prince's chambers, the door slammed closed behind him and Hanzo suddenly felt afraid again, luckily the prince was not there yet so he had time to attempt escape, Hanzo ran to the window thinking he could jump out and escape but he was in a tower and the jump would be suicide, he tried the door but it was locked, Hanzo fell to his knees losing hope, he knew his fate as a concubine was to be the royal whore for a couple months, the prince would tire of him and he would be killed, he would have preferred execution over this torment.

The door soon opened and Jesse walked in, he saw Hanzo looking absolutely gorgeous and absolutely defeated, he walked over, knelt down and cupped his concubine's cheek. "Why are you so sad darlin'? Your life has been spared." He said with a smile, Hanzo sneered and slapped Jesse's hand away. "For only a few measly months and only to be your whore…" He spat, Jesse was surprised but his smile returned before he chuckled and stood up straight. "That was not my decision, it was my parents', I don’t wish to exploit you for sexual pleasure or to take your life in such a short time.”

Hanzo looked confused as Jesse helped him to his feet. “I’m in love with you Hanzo Shimada and I want to prove this to you, I will treat you like a king, even if you don't love me back I wish to win your heart no matter how long it takes.” Jesse proclaimed, Hanzo was understandably shocked by this brazen confession, he felt his cheeks heat up from how flustered he was and it only got worse when Jesse kissed his hand. “Come, let’s toast to new friends.” He said, he poured them some goblets of wine and handed Hanzo one, Hanzo blushed and slowly sipped the wine.

It took a couple more cups before the two were buzzed, Hanzo was sitting in front of the fireplace with Jesse and slowly sipping his twelfth cup, at first the wine was just social lubricant but Hanzo kept requesting more, Jesse was only on his fifth and was only slightly buzzed but Hanzo was wasted, trying to sit up straight and keep a coherent sentence. “I think you’ve had enough darlin’.” Jesse said as he took away the goblet, Hanzo whined and tried to reach for his cup but fell flat on his face, Jesse helped him back up but Hanzo tried to pull away, thinking Jesse was trying to make a move on him, only to fall back onto the floor, he ended up falling asleep before he could even attempt to get back up, Jesse chuckled and picked the man up before putting him in the bed. “Goodnight my treasure~” He said softly, he took Hanzo’s hand and kissed it before getting into bed himself, he kept his body turned away from Hanzo to avoid accidentally touching him and disturbing his sleep.

-

The next day Hanzo woke up with a splitting headache and no memory from last night except for having a couple drinks, Jesse holding him and him pushing away before passing out, he finally sat up and noticed he was still in Jesse’s room, in Jesse’s bed but the prince wasn't in the room, the mattress was extremely soft and so were the pillows and blankets, much softer than home… Hanzo looked down expecting to be naked but surprisingly he was still in the outfit from yesterday, suddenly the door opened and a maid came in holding a tray. “Good morning sir, his highness prince Jesse asked me to bring you breakfast.” She said as she set down the tray, Hanzo was stunned by the kind treatment but accepted the breakfast and began to eat.

After finishing breakfast, Hanzo was led by some handmaidens to take a bath and change his clothes, the handmaidens complimented Hanzo’s hair and how beautiful it was now that it was cleaned, Hanzo blushed at the compliments before he was put into a red silk outfit and decorated with gold and ruby jewelry.

Jesse entered the room just as Hanzo finished getting his hair done, he smiled and walked over to his concubine. “You look as beautiful as yesterday.” The prince said sweetly, Hanzo blushed as Jesse took his hand and kissed it. “T-thank you your highness…” He replied softly. "Not that I don't appreciate it but why do I have to wear these clothes?"

Hanzo's outfits had been rather provocative so far, tight fitting and rather revealing, Jesse chuckled. "You're considered my concubine in the eyes of the staff and all concubines must be appealing to the eye if they're seen in public, honestly you're already eye catching without all the glamorous accessories." He replied, Hanzo blushed at the compliment, he didn't understand the prince at all, did he not know what a concubine was?

Hanzo allowed Jesse to lead him into the gardens, he was still weary of the prince’s intentions and didn’t fully believe the heartfelt confession he made yesterday, he also had no idea what happened last night and if the prince violated him or not, they were sitting by the fountain and Jesse was going on and on about random things from sword fighting to his art lessons, Hanzo just listened, sometimes adding in a correction of proper weapon use, but he honestly had nothing else to say, he may have been a prince like Jesse but his early life was far different. All of a sudden Jesse walked over to a rose bush, pulled off a flower then plucked all the thorns off the stem before returning to Hanzo’s side and putting the flower in his hair. “Just as beautiful as you~” He said softly, Hanzo blushed and sheepishly thanked Jesse for the flower.

Hanzo was then brought to the library, there was enough books to build an entire mansion by the looks of it, Hanzo gazed in amazement. "I've never seen so many books before…" He said still in awe, Jesse chuckled. "Would you like to read one?" He asked, Hanzo looked confused. "Read them? I thought they were only meant for decoration…"

Jesse looked at Hanzo in shock. "You've never read a book before?" He questioned, Hanzo shook his head, Jesse looked displeased before taking Hanzo's hand and leading him into the library. "That needs to change, there's amazing stories and mountains of knowledge to be discovered in books, I can't believe you never knew about this." He explained, Hanzo was then sat on a couch as Jesse walked over to a bookshelf, he picked out five books and brought them over. "These were some of my favorites when I was younger, I'm sure you'll find one of them interesting."

Hanzo looked at the small pile before grabbing the one on top, it had a picture of a dragon on it so he was initially curious. Hanzo opened the book and his eyes lit up. "There's words and pictures in here! What does it say!?" Hanzo asked in excitement, looking at Jesse.

Jesse gave him a confused look. "You can't even read? Your parents never taught you?" He questioned, Hanzo shook his head. "They said schooling wasn't important for battle, I don't even know how to write." He explained, Jesse looked horrified. "I'm schooling you myself! No one should be deprived of knowledge!" He exclaimed.

-

As time went on, Jesse showed Hanzo how to read and write, Hanzo took to reading a lot and Jesse had some servants bring some of the books Hanzo liked most to their room. Hanzo really began to appreciate the prince's kindness and the more time they spent together learning, practicing fighting techniques or just hanging around the castle, Hanzo found himself falling in love with Jesse, he was so sweet and didn't treat him like a concubine, he was just there, a man who the prince wanted to be around, Hanzo was also given the option of less revealing clothes opposed to the ones he was made to wear, he was quite happy about that although he did keep wearing the jewelry and getting his hair done.

One night Hanzo was reading in Jesse's room by the fireplace when Jesse came and joined him, Hanzo raved about everything happening in the story when he noticed Jesse was just smiling at him, the flames from the fire reflecting in his eyes, Hanzo didn't even take time to process what he was doing before he and Jesse's lips connected, when they parted Jesse was still smiling. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time~" He said softly, Hanzo blushed and looked away shyly. "Jesse…. Thank you… nobody has ever been so kind to me, I would have died if it wasn't for you and I…. I think I love you too." He replied in a quiet voice, Jesse cupped Hanzo's cheek and kissed him again, the kiss lasted much longer as Hanzo wrapped his arms around the prince.

When the two parted once again, Jesse reached into his pocket and pulled out a platinum and sapphire ring. "Marry me Hanzo, I promise that I will always be with you and make you the happiest man on earth if you become my bride." He requested, Hanzo smiled and held out his hand to accept the ring, Jesse smiled and slipped it onto his beloved's finger before they kissed again. Unknown to the two lovers, a dark presence was watching from the shadows.

-

The kingdom celebrated their prince's engagement, even Jack and Gabriel were thrilled by the news, Hanzo was deemed a member of the royal court and had extensive knowledge of his family's magic uses, not many knew the uses or strength of the dark arts but Hanzo was able to fill in the blanks, the weeks leading up to the wedding were full of excitement as Jesse taught Hanzo how to dance while they planned their big day.

But meanwhile, Hanzo's family was watching. They had escaped the castle before the army burst in, they had left Hanzo and their soldiers to die so they could run off to their fortress in the mountains.

They had planned to retake their kingdom with the help of their prince but now Hanzo had turned against them, he had learned… Hanzo now understood what was being done to him in his family's empire wasn't right, being forced to wear rags, being made sleep in a shack next to the pig pen in the courtyard, being refused an education, proper food or basic hygiene wasn't right and this was all thanks to Jesse, he gave Hanzo everything he could ever possibly want and more, he showed him that those who cared about and loved him wouldn't make him live like a peasant.

The Shimada family had to watch all of this from their spying spells, every book Jesse gave, every meal Jesse served, every gentle kiss he placed on Hanzo's hand, it had unraveled their entire life's work, they wanted Hanzo to remain an obedient soldier who wouldn't question anything even when he took the throne but all that was gone and it was all thanks to the prince.

They. Wanted. Revenge.

The wedding was now in five days and the couple finally had time to unwind, Jesse left on his horse for his usual hunting trip in the forest, he waved goodbye to Hanzo who was at the castle gates and waving back.

Jesse arrived in the forest and looked around for a good target, he saw it in mere seconds, a female deer. Jesse gently kicked his horse and they gave chase after the animal, unaware how deep into the forest he was going. When they finally caught up to the deer, it was stopped in a clearing and was just staring at him, Jesse was confused by this and got off his horse to investigate, he slowly walked closer to the deer when it suddenly turned into a snake, this scared Jesse's horse and it ran off into the woods, Jesse was about to follow suit but the snake jumped and bit him on the hand, Jesse yelped in pain and looked at his hand and then at the snake, his vision began to blur, he couldn't stand up straight, the last thing Jesse saw before he collapsed was the snake taking the form of a woman.

Jesse laid motionless on the ground, the sorceress laughed maniacally at the effectiveness of her poison, she then said an incantation the clearing began to be surrounded with brambles and thorns of any kind, she quickly made her escape from the cage and placed a guardian by the prison before vanishing.

It had now been four days since Jesse left and Hanzo was still waiting for him to return which was odd, Jesse had been gone so long and their big day was tomorrow. Hanzo soon noticed Jesse's horse running into the kingdom and towards the castle, Jesse was finally back!

Hanzo ran down to the courtyard where the horse was to greet his fiancé but to his shock, Jesse was not on the horse, Hanzo immediately had a bad feeling, if Jesse had been gone this long and only his horse had returned, something had gone wrong. "Bring me a horse, sword and my bow!" He demanded, the stable workers nodded and fetched Hanzo what he needed, Hanzo immediately snatched the weapons, got onto his horse and rode towards the forest, he reached the edge of the trees and felt a strange aura around it, something wicked had been casted in the forest… Hanzo was about to head in when suddenly…

"Stop boy."

Hanzo froze when he heard the voice, he turned around and there was his grandfather, along with his uncles. "What are you all doing here?" He spat, his grandfather smirked. "We're here to bring you home, where you belong." He replied, Hanzo glared at him. "I am home grandfather, and I'm going to find where my fiancé is so if you'll excuse me-"

"There's no need to boy, he's gone."

Hanzo snapped back to his grandfather. "What do you mean?" He asked, venom dripping from his words, the elder snapped his fingers and a crystal ball appeared, it showed Jesse in the clearing, laying as if he were dead, his hand bleeding from the snake bite. "The poison was sleeping death, he'll never wake up, he's gone Hanzo."

Hanzo's eyes filled with tears, he couldn't believe it… He basically lost the person who saved him from death in more ways than one… Hanzo wanted to sob but he let out this agonizing scream, it was so loud that the crystal ball shattered, Hanzo then drew his bow and shot his grandfather in the heart before he grabbed his sword to battle his uncles, Hanzo showed no mercy for his family, the ones that tormented and abused him were shown the horror of what they created, a ruthless warrior that could only be stopped by death. “YOU DID THIS! YOU COULDN’T STAND ME BEING HAPPY AND YOU SENTENCED HIM TO DEATH! YOU’RE ALL MONSTERS!” He screamed in anger.

Hanzo eventually bailed out of the fight and ran into the forest, he couldn't leave Jesse there to die alone and forgotten. The cage of thorns was soon in sight and Hanzo made a break for it only to be stopped once more but by a dragon, the guardian the sorceress had placed there. Hanzo was not fazed by the creature and immediately slashed at it but his last few uncles had followed him so he had to dodge arrows left and right but they managed to hit the dragon, this weakened the monster significantly and as Hanzo finished off his treacherous family, he was able to make one last quick slash at the dragon's neck.

The dragon laid slain at Hanzo's feet but Hanzo was not satisfied yet, he passed the creature's corpse and began to cut down the brambles, when he finally managed to make himself an entrance he looked inside, there laying in the light that came through the top of the cage was Jesse, Hanzo dropped his weapons and ran to him, he held his lover in his arms and cried. "I'm sorry Jesse… this is all my fault… My love is what killed you..." He whispered, brushing hair out of his fiancé's face, he gently kissed Jesse's lips as one final act of love before holding him close and crying. Suddenly, Hanzo felt a hand brush away his tears. 

"Darlin'... why are you crying?..."

Hanzo gasped and looked at Jesse and saw his eyes were open and he had a weak smile on his face, Hanzo cried even more and hugged Jesse tightly. "You're awake! I thought I lost your forever!" He sobbed, Jesse hugged Hanzo back and kissed his cheek. "I would never leave you darlin', I made a promise to you." He said softly, Hanzo smiled and kissed Jesse again.

Hanzo and Jesse returned to the kingdom, Jesse was a little weak from his five day sleep so he leaned on Hanzo’s shoulder as they rode home on his horse. “How did you manage to wake me up? You explained to the court that the sleeping death spell was unbreakable, how did you free me?” He asked, Hanzo thought for a moment before realizing the answer. “It was when I kissed you, I remember my parents talked about it near me once and only the kiss of a person you loved that loved you back could wake you.” He explained, Jesse smiled and kissed Hanzo’s cheek. “I knew you were the one the moment I saw you." He said happily.

The next day was the wedding and as expected it was beautiful, Hanzo was dressed in a glittering white and royal blue suit with a golden diamond and sapphire crown which had a veil attached to it, Jesse wore a red suit with gold trim and his golden ruby crown sat proudly atop his head, after the ceremony the reception happened in town square, several chefs and bakers in the kingdom helped the castle kitchen staff prepare the feast for everyone in the city. Hanzo danced with his husband and some villagers having the time of his life but the best part was before the celebration ended, a group of soldiers marched into the middle of the party with the last members of Hanzo’s family in chains.

Hanzo smirked, when he and Jesse had returned to the castle yesterday he told Jack and Gabriel what his family had done, he also told them where the mountain fortress was since he knew that’s where they hid. Jack and Gabriel immediately sent some soldiers to arrest the ones who attempted to kill their son.

Hanzo stood up from his seat next to Jesse looking proud. “Hello everyone, I am so glad you made it to my wedding, however you will not be staying much longer after what you have done, the only person who deserves my pity is my brother Genji and I will be giving him the proper family life he deserves that we never received, with the blessing of my husband and fathers in-law, I sentence you to death.” He announced, he motioned for the soldier holding Genji to step forward, Hanzo took his little brother and held him close while the rest of their treacherous family was dragged away while being booed at by the crowd and pelted with food.

Jesse smiled at his husband and introduced himself to Genji who looked weary but Hanzo knew with a little time he would be okay, just like he was.

THE END

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SubScorp Week 2021 Day 2: Scars

Ayyy, Day 2!!! I loved seeing everyone’s fics/art yesterday and I can’t believe it, but I think I’m obssessing over subscorp MORE, somehow??? which I didn’t think was possible lol.

Fic’s getting posted later in the day because the subscorp server is merciless and wouldn’t stop plaguing me with god tier content lololol

Read it on AO3.

"So this is how the Lin Kuei Grandmaster treats his allies?"

Hanzo held the tattered remains of his gi, split nearly in two from a deft slice of Kuai Liang's ice blade. He'd dodged, but while he'd avoided bloodshed, his clothing had not escaped so easily.

Kuai Liang hid his pleasure beneath an affable shrug as he pulled a spare change of clothes from his armoire.

"If you would prefer I hold back, you need only say so," Kuai Liang teased. "I suppose losing so often must grow tiresome."

Their spar had been as invigorating and challenging as ever, but it had become habit by now to stop by Kuai Liang's chambers once they finished. They often allowed their elements to run wild in an effort to gain the upper hand, and torn clothes tended to become casualties in their eagerness. Kuai Liang had invested in many more plain black or white robes since their alliance, as Hanzo always sneered so mightily whenever he tried to offer him a garment in proud Lin Kuei blues.

Hanzo, standing in the center of the room as he patiently waited for the spare clothes, narrowed his eyes.

"Perhaps I am the one who must hold back," Hanzo said, "I must have hit you once too hard for such blatantly ridiculous words to fall from your lips."

"Are you accusing me of lying, Hanzo?"

"I am accusing you of delusion. Perhaps insanity."

As Hanzo spoke, he shrugged off his torn gi and the retort Kuai Liang had ready died on his tongue.

It was far from the first time that he'd seen Hanzo's bare skin, but the sight never failed to coax a quiet appreciation from him. Muscled and powerful, Hanzo cut an impressive figure, but the marks that laid scattered across his torso commanded Kuai Liang's attention more than anything else.

From thick welts to harsh, jagged tears, pockmarks and skin discolored from wounds mistreated before they could heal properly, Hanzo's skin held a wealth of battles hard-won and lost, of a lifetime of pain and fighting and incredible, staggering endurance. Often, the urge to trace each one, to worship Hanzo's body and pay homage to each proof of survival, seized him, and it overcame him once more, though he held back.

Hanzo, however, noticed his staring. He paused, eyebrow raised.

"What?"

Kuai Liang left the change of clothes behind, came close enough to touch and brushed the back of his fingers over a long scar that trailed from the top of Hanzo's shoulder down to the center of his chest.

"So many scars," Kuai Liang murmured. Hanzo's eyes dropped, following the same path as Kuai Liang's eyes across his chest, where marks were so numerous they often overlaid one another in a thick lattice. "You have survived a great many ordeals."

Hanzo didn't speak for a moment. He lifted a hand, turned it over so his open palm hovered between them. His gaze was for the scar in the center of his palm, a thick line that stretched between his middle fingers.

"Most are from my time in the Netherrealm," he said, and Kuai Liang felt a dull ache in his chest. Torture, Hanzo meant.

"I am sorry." The words were trite, useless, but all he had.

Hanzo didn't look at him, eyes worse than blank: dead.

"I did not feel it," he confessed simply, hollow.

Kuai Liang cursed himself; he recognized that look on Hanzo's face, one that had appeared far too often in the time since their alliance. Hanzo had overcome much of his guilt, but he was not immune to random bouts of the feeling, of the familiar darkness that always threatened to swallow him should he let his guard down even slightly.

His time as Scorpion had been like an eternity of living as a raw, exposed nerve that never stopped bleeding, he'd once confessed. Constant pain and anguish without so much as a sliver of hope on the horizon.

To be so consumed in grief and misery that even the worst tortures of Hell could not reach him—Kuai Liang might live a hundred years and he would never understand such a feeling. He prayed he never would.

Kuai Liang took Hanzo's hand, curled another around Hanzo's neck so that he could bring him closer and lean their heads together.

"I am sorry," he rumbled, tracing the warm skin of Hanzo's neck. "I should not have spoken of it."

Hanzo tensed for only an instant; almost just as quickly, he sighed and Kuai Liang could feel the way his body sank against him, loosed of the tension that had crept over him at the reminder of his past.

One hand encircled Kuai Liang's wrist while the other came to rest on his waist.

"No, it is fine. You may ask whatever you wish." His hand trailed up, cupped Kuai Liang's cheek for a brief moment before his fingers gently alighted on the thick scar that bisected Kuai Liang's eye. "I am not the only one who bears marks of a hard life."

"Mine was borne of incompetence," Kuai Liang argued, and he could not keep a note of frustration from his voice. It irked, even to this day, to remember how he'd allowed the attack by letting his guard down. His pride might never fully recover.

"Raiden sent you to the temple without the information you needed. You could not have predicted what would happen."

"A common mercenary attacked me and lived; that failure is mine alone."

"Hmph," Hanzo hummed, and Kuai Liang could hear the amusement in the sound. "A sensitive subject, I see." He stroked his fingers through Kuai Liang's hair, affectionate and doting. "We have nowhere to be. Perhaps it is time we paid the Black Dragon a visit," he offered.

Kuai Liang chuckled, grateful Hanzo seemed successfully coaxed from his painful memories.

"You would risk starting a war with the Black Dragon simply to assuage my pride?"

Hanzo's nose wrinkled. "You said so yourself, they are common mercenaries." Hanzo dismissed. He seemed insulted by the very idea that the Black Dragon could pose a legitimate threat. "There is no contest."

"Hm." Kuai Liang wrapped his arms around Hanzo's waist, brought their bodies flush. "Perhaps for a rainy day."

"As you wish," Hanzo agreed, smiling. His dark eyes held a familiar heat that made Kuai Liang's heart jump. "We should be working," Hanzo pointed out, though he made no move to separate himself.

Kuai Liang held him tighter anyways, against the very possibility of any distance between them.

"Nothing that can not wait, Grandmaster."

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Single Dads- Overwatch Prt.1 Headcannons

Jesse McCree

His two little girls have him wrapped around their fingers. Jesse can be seen on base entertaining his twins with games, tea parties, and piggyback rides. They both inherited their father's love of western flair and aesthetic much to his delight. Yes, they all have matching boots for special occasions. Their favorite thing to play with when Jesse is away is their play-dough sets and easy bake oven (with supervision from grandpa Rein). When they are old enough to cook with him though he has so many ideas of what to teach them. Grandma’s recipes won’t die out with him.

When Jesse gets back from a long mission all he wants is to cuddle up, it warms his heart when they snuggle up during their favorite Disney movie and nod off. Over the years he has let his hair grow longer than he normally liked just so his girls could play with it (Instead of touching their own. He had a heart attack when the girls had found his electric razor. Aunty Olivia had a field day fixing that mess)

He likes to take them to the gun range when he has time to practice, making sure they have proper safety gear. Don’t need to turn out like their daddy, deaf in one ear, and ringing in the other. He hopes that they will never have to raise a weapon of their own but knows with his line of work and who he is it’s a possibility. If they want to learn how to hold a gun he is probably going to beg Ana to teach them. He doesn’t want them in close combat, that’s an absolute nope.

Hanzo Shimada

Whenever he sees his son his face splits into the most brilliant smile. His infant son squirms in Ana’s arms, trying to get to his dad as he steps off the dropship. Chubby baby arms wave excitedly, impatient to be back in his father's embrace. As he grows he turns into a very giggly and chatty baby who babbles to anyone in a mix of English, Japanese, and Tibetan (thanks to Genji and Zenyatta babysitting). Hanzo adores his son and strives to be a better father than his ever was to him. He’s strict, but never overbearing.

He loves to read to his son whatever he can find, though his favorite is Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see? Which he reads in English and Japanese till his little one is asleep. When his son can’t sleep he will read it over and over again while his dragons rocking him to sleep.

He encourages his son’s interests whatever they may be at the time. He has saved up a lot of money from mercenary work and what he could take before he fled his home. So he can spend all the money he needs to help fuel his son’s interest.

He regrets that he hadn’t taken more family heirlooms to pass down to his son. Genji often jokes about a bonding trip when his son is older and trained to the old estate. A right of passage taking back what was rightfully theirs. It is a tempting idea… But even without the family trinkets, he will pass down Storm bow, whether his son uses it or not he doesn’t care. The biggest inheritance will be his dragon when the time comes.

Genji Shimada   His eldest child is a spitfire, very much like he was in his youth. Thankfully, he tempers it much better than his parents ever did, finding an equal balance between friend and father. He respects her boundaries and she respects his wishes. Whenever she is feeling down she always finds little origami figures all over her room just like when she was little. Really into textiles and engineering. While never admitting it to her father but she one day wants to design him a better, slicker, and lighter body. One as close to flesh as possible. Till then she flourishes with Gabe learning how to sew and make patterns. The holidays are always filled with new custom clothes for the Overwatch members. She is found in the frequent company of Zenyatta. She wants to travel with him one day, to gather inspiration for her fashion and to see what her father saw to make him into the man he is today.  

His younger son though is very much like Hanzo when they were little. Reserved and resourceful he spends most of his time with Winston learning what he could from the scientist before dinner. Genji isn’t dull by any sense of the word but the stuff his boy was interested in was just over his head. Has a service dog named Totoro that is always there for him when things get too overwhelming. When things get too much or he is tired Genji loves that his son comes to him for help and advice. To him this is the ultimate show of trust, he wished he could have done this with his father. Normally they just meditate and talk. Other times they go find Satya, who his son loves to talk to.    

Christmas and birthdays were always a fun challenge to find things that would keep him stimulated. Last year the highlight had been his very own personal telescope. Courtesy of the science department of Overwatch.

Gabriel Reyes (Pre-fall and After)

His princesa is his world. His crew likes to tease him about his phone usage. 99% of the time he is in the barracks he is glued to it, face-timing his daughter. During the original Overwatch years, his mother and grandmother raised her while he was on tour. It kills him looking back on how he had watched his daughter grow from the scene of his phone. But at the time he believed it was for the best. Now- now he would give anything to be the one to teach her how to walk, her first words, prom, and graduation. 

The few times he could visit were glorious. Lots of home cooked meals made together and gifts from the places he had been around the world. Jack and Ana would drop by sometimes as well bringing with them stories and her father’s escapades and foolishness. As his daughter grew she picked up a passion for music and would send sound clips of her music lessons and compositions to him. No one was safe from him showing it off. After the fall and his resurrection, he stayed clear of her, keeping the pictures and recordings saved close to him at all times. Though the holidays are a hard time for him to stay away. Every year her family Christmas tree has a few more presents under it then she bought.  

She knows he’s still around and is determined to find a way to bring her father back.

Jack Morrison

Twins are a handful. One he thought he was ready for. I mean, he was able to keep Lena and McCree inline (mostly -but not really). He is a nervous dad at first. Overly prepared, he read every book and online forum. But, self-doubt is a hell of a drug. He gets better over time and the motto of “fake it till ya make it” 100% applies to him.  

As Strike-Commander he is in his office a lot. When the twins were newborns, he moved his work to his condo. As they got older he returned to his office and set up an area for the kids. When he is in conference calls it’s always funny to see the toddlers get into frame, or try to get his attention. His office is littered with scribbles and paintings the two did in daycare or while playing with Ana and Reinhardt.    

The two have their dad whipped. He won’t admit it but he is wrapped around their fingers. It’s not that he showers them in gifts or lets them make trouble all the time. But he does turn a blind eye to the little things. Missing cookies, a little stain on his chair after he told them no food in his office. Ok, maybe one more scoop of ice cream, but promise me you’ll eat dinner alright? Most nights he can’t read them to sleep. It hurts, but they adjust. He does tuck them in and turns on some read-alongs for them before heading back into the office. The twins are out within minutes blessedly.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin

Twin girls, and he is on top of it. Ultimate chill dad. He gets it. Life is rough, and he is so proud that his girls feel safe coming to him for help. He teaches them how to handle their problems with words not violence. Papa and uncle Mako will take care of it. 

Neither girls are interested in medicine, which hurts a little but it’s not his life and he’s proud regardless. He is great with letting them explore their dreams. The eldest follows Bridgette wanting to learn about armor and the youngest (much to his fear) really likes Fawkes and his innate skill with explosives. Praise the gods Athena kept a close eye one them when he had something to show her.

Both are close with Genji’s kids in age. It’s nice for them to have friends that aren’t a bunch of old soldiers. They all like to hang-out on the roof of the base to destress after a day of school or side projects. When the four are together there is a 90% chance the evening will end with a few more grey hairs on the father’s heads.

Cooking is a big part of their family ritual. Baptiste grew up rough and underfeed so there is no way he will ever let his girls feel the same way. He teaches them what few Haitian recipes he knows from heart. Then sometimes they will watch videos and read recipes online of other peoples to try and add to their own books. His paranoia gets the best of him sometimes and he teaches them basic survival skills. They appreciate it and understand his fears. He is open with them about his past and is unashamed to admit his faults.  

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Following the defeat of evil Outworld emperor Shao Kahn at the end of the 2011 series reboot,[4] Johnny Cage and his wife Sonya Blade see the birth of their child “Cassandra Carlton Cage”, shortened to "Cassie", but they later divorce.[5][6] Following in her mother's footsteps, Cassie joins the Special Forces, which uses military training and technology to protect Earthrealm from its enemies.[7][8] Under Raiden's orders, Cassie leads a task force assembled by her father and composed of a new generation of combatants—Jacqui Briggs, Takeda, and Kung Jin.[9][10] Sonya does not give Cassie preferential treatment.[11] The team gain experience as they attempt a sneak attack on Sub-Zero's Lin Kuei temple and fail, though the attack is revealed to have been a training exercise set up by Johnny. Sub-Zero tells Cassie and her unit they will fail unless they work together as a team.[12]

Sonya sends the team to Outworld to locate Mileena, who has Shinnok's amulet. Cassie encounters the realm's new ruler Kotal Kahn, who begrudgingly allies with her unit to locate the amulet.[13] The team recovers the amulet, but Kotal has them captured out of distrust and intended to use them to lure Raiden to Earthrealm.[14] When the unit return to Earthrealm, they discover Johnny had been abducted by Shinnok and taken to Raiden's Sky Temple, where the fallen Elder God has corrupted the Jinsei, the source of Earthrealm's life force.[15] After her team gets incapacitated or caught up fighting Shinnok's allies, Cassie faces Shinnok alone. During the battle, she discovers she inherited Johnny's ancient power, which increases her strength, and defeats Shinnok before helping Raiden restore the Jinsei. Following this, Sonya, Johnny, and Cassie happily reunite.[15] In a non-canonical arcade ending, Cassie is assigned to hunt a "soul stealer", who is believed to be the resurrected sorcerer, Shang Tsung. She tracks down the soul-stealer, an elderly man who identifies himself as Shujinko after she beats him to near-death.[16]

Cassie returns in Mortal Kombat 11. Two years after defeating Shinnok, she is promoted to Commander and leads a Special Forces strike team alongside Sonya and Jacqui in assaulting the Netherrealm. While the mission was successful, Sonya gave her life to ensure Cassie and the others escaped safely.[17] Due to a time storm caused by the keeper of time, Kronika, Cassie worked with younger versions of Johnny, Sonya, and Jax to figure out what happened.[18] When the Black Dragon cartel and Cyber Lin Kuei warriors attacked the Special Forces headquarters, Cassie fought to keep her parents' younger selves safe, but Kano ultimately captured them. In light of the attack, Raiden transported Cassie and their remaining allies to Hanzo Hasashi's Fire Gardens to regroup. Having put a tracker on Kano's helicopter,[19] Cassie led the surviving Special Forces members in weakening the Black Dragon and rescuing her parents' younger selves.[20] After Kronika kidnaps Liu Kang, Cassie took part in a joint Earthrealm/Outworld attack on Kronika's keep to rescue him.[21] In her non-canonical arcade ending, after defeating Kronika and attaining her god-like power, Cassie resurrects Sonya so she can retire peacefully and maintains her position as a Special Forces commander instead of becoming the new keeper of time.

DesignEdit

In Mortal Kombat X, Cassie was voiced by Ashly Burch;[1] the character's official biography describes her "as strong-willed–and occasionally hotheaded as her mother; and as quick-witted as her beloved dad".[16] An early sketch by concept artist Justin Murray showed Cassie as a "robotix [sic] engineer" with spiked, pink hair and a massive, hand-operated, mechanical arm.[22] Another concept depicted her as a muscular MMA-style brawler with long, pink hair and wearing a customized leather sports bra and panties, tall, black boots and fighting gloves with a personalized logo of her initials framed in a star.[22] Her design for the game consists of her short, blonde hair, aviator sunglasses, and a full Special Forces tactical suit; the design was finalized by artist Marco Nelor, who considered Cassie among his favorite designs.[23]

According to Kickboxer and mixed-martial artist Felice Herrig, physical and visual similarities between herself and Cassie Cage are not coincidental.[24] Cassie's in-game mannerisms include the blowing of bubble gum and the taking of selfies; the latter for which Herrig is well-known.[24][25] Herrig first mentioned possible similarities in a January 2015 post to her Instagram account,[26] and in April 2015, following the release of Mortal Kombat X, she said in an interview with Fox Sports, "Cassie Cage is 100-percent me",[25] and added, "Who doesn't want to be a bad ass in a video game? It's definitely cool and if they would have came to me and said 'hey can we use your image and your likeness in a video game as Cassie Cage?' I would be more excited."[25]

GameplayEdit

Cassie's fighting style is similar to that of her parents; she can fight with her hands in close combat and use her pistols from long range like Stryker.[27] Cassie adopts her father's attitude and her mother's combat styles.[28][29] She is playable in the game's twelfth and final chapter, in which she fights Sindel, Kitana, and D'Vorah before battling and defeating Corrupted Shinnok.[30]

Like the game's other selectable characters, Cassie's special moves and attacks are split into three gameplay variations; "Hollywood", "Spec Ops", and "Brawler".[31] In the "Hollywood" variation, Cassie—like Johnny Cage—wears sunglasses during battle, adopts his groin-punch move, and uses her handguns on the ground and in mid-air.[32][33] "Spec Ops" features a military-style offensive similar to that of Sonya; it features attacks such as air strikes with missiles and lasers, which she calls in through an earpiece.[31][34] In "Brawler", Cassie performs takedowns, tackles, and mid-air tosses.[31][33]

Using her "Testi-Kill" X-ray move, she assaults her opponent's groin area, rupturing the testicles of the male characters.[35][36] In Cassie's "Bubble Head" fatality[37] she shoots her opponents in both legs to incapacitate them, then shoots them once in the forehead, removes her gum from her mouth and sticks it onto the wound, causing the gum to fill with the victim's blood before they die. In "Selfie" she knocks off her opponent's lower jaw with her nightstick then takes a selfie image with the corpse, which she then uploads to a fictitious social media site.[38]

Other mediaEdit

Cassie is a supporting character in DC Comics' Mortal Kombat X: Blood Ties weekly prequel miniseries that is set before the in-game storyline.[39] Her role is similar to that in the game; she aspires to establish her own identity as she follows in the footsteps of her parents.[40] She debuts in a two-parter in the fourth and fifth chapters; she is first seen training with Jacqui when her strained relationship with Sonya is revealed.[41] Cassie and Jacqui sneak into an underground, mixed-martial-arts arena, where Cassie is suddenly forced to fight Frost in a death-match, which Cassie wins and the Black Dragon crashes before she can kill Frost.[42] She and Jacqui take Frost to safety before they flee the arena, during which Cassie snaps selfies to leave a traceable trail for the Special Forces.[42]

In the ninth chapter, Cassie and Jacqui are captives of Kano and the Black Dragon but are intercepted by Mavado and the rival Red Dragon clan in an Outworld jungle. The factions fight over custody of Cassie and Jacqui before Erron Black frees them.[43] Mavado attacks Black and tries to kill Cassie and Jacqui, but they overpower him and Cassie kills him with his hookswords.[43] Cassie is then absent from the series until chapter eighteen, where she is imprisoned in a dungeon on Shang Tsung's island and is described by Havik as "the heir to an ancient warrior power", in reference to her father Johnny Cage's lineage.[44]

Cassie is forced to watch Skarlet assault Jacqui. Havik tells her he is capable of acquiring this power when Cage's loved ones are close to death.[45] In her cell, Cassie is attacked by Jacqui, who is under the influence of Havik's "Blood Code" curse. Skarlet, working with Havik, stabs Cassie in the chest with a Kamidogu dagger, inflicting a curse on her.[46] Sonya and Cage enter Shang Tsung's island to confront Reiko and the Red Dragon; they are presented with the brainwashed Jacqui and Cassie, who tries to kill her own parents to prove her loyalty to Reiko

[thepayloadisgay]

Since you say requests are open... May i request something relating to Hanzo self-care, nsfw or not? Whatever you're in the mood for, just some soft Hanzo. Thank you <33

Some self-care, solo Hanzo.

Starts off a little melancholy, but gets better I promise. Ship(s) alluded to slightly, but no-one named. Fill in the gaps yourself if you want and enjoy :3

NSFW 1700 words

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Hanzo plucked his arrows from yet another body. Two. Unusable. Snapping what he couldn't remove, stuck too deep.

It was more a ritual, than anything else. One close look and they'd immediately know death by arrow, head of one sunk so hard it peeked through one of the assassin's throats.

Sometimes he kept what wood he could salvage, scraps repurposed into other things. Feathers a new arrow, even if bloodied.

Knees to stone, he shifted the bodies to rest. Closing eyes if needed. Then sat in shadow, tucked in a corner of an open tower, bow in hand. Arrow loose, but ready.

He breathed deep, the sea air of Esperança had settled too long in his lungs, and this had been the price. For a while, he listened.

Rattling of the trams, their tracks. People staggering after a late night, walking to work after an early morning. Shouts from the bakery a street over. The coffee shop shutters four doors along. A bicycle bell. Bird wings.

He tucked away his arrow. Collapsed his bow, stowing it in his bag. And stared again at the bodies by his feet.

No matter who he killed, when, how many, the same face always looked back up.

----

He tried to avoid habit, but it always happened.

The same stand for coffee. The same shop for fruit. This time though, a different route up the hill to the trees. The east side, through the winding streets. Wonky cobbles beneath, tall, colourful stone buildings above. Splits of the rising sun blooming through the gaps as he ascended, turning sharp corners, ducking through shortcuts he'd learned -a broken iron gate, a hole in an ancient wall, push aside the overgrown ivy- and he'd almost left the throng of the city to where he wanted to be.

The path was nature, now. Worn, not made. Desire, not direction. Hanzo enjoyed the feel of the large, uneven stones beneath his feet. The weight of the woods underneath. Around, the further he walked. Heavier, the deeper he breathed.

Sound changed. Metal dissolved, morphing to creaks of wood. No language to speak, here. Only for you to listen. Air that tasted sweet, at first. Flora, fauna.

Decay, the longer you cared.

Esperança was surrounded by water. The sea yawning at its edges, kissing the rocks, bubbling where you touched. But up, up, deep within the woods, its wilds, miles from the edges and stone, there's a small waterfall rolling to a lake, clear and beautiful, edged in rock and bloom.

A last sip of his coffee, and he tucks away his cup in his bag. Europe did coffee well, and he'd grown, well he wasn't sure if the world was like, maybe accustomed, attached to it.

Late nights, early mornings, sleep a luxury. There were few things that were a comfort anymore, but just necessity.

Except this.

This place wasn't a secret. Many steps had walked back, forth here. But so early, barely dawn, no-one else cared but Hanzo.

Bag, arrows down, his jacket follows. He rolls his shoulders, stiff from waiting for earlier's company. His t-shirt, tight, rolls with him, stuck to muscles too tight. But there's no-one to touch them anymore.

(your hands moved like art, shaping my body into a vision that was yours, and yours alone. if you only asked, i would have bent. if you only asked, i would have broke)

T-shirt off. Shoes kicked to the side.

And a stretch. Tall and on his toes, dawn sighs over Hanzo's skin, dipping in, out, over his muscles as he breathes in-

-out.

His fingers brush the tip of a branch, dusting in pollen, pulling gentle at a leaf, but not enough to pluck.

He stares at his hands, stretched to the flowers, dusted in pollen, eyes following the dragon on his arm. And he tries to remember the last time he felt its roar; the brush of its scales; its fangs, ready to bear.

Hanzo wonders if he left it behind, fangs sunk in Genji, a killing blow, goodbye and apology, all for you.

There's little ceremony with the rest of his clothes. But he pulls out a small hairbrush as he lets his hair down. And naked, knees to grass, the water's edge his reflection, he starts to brush.

More grey than before. His sidecut grown out too long. He tugs at a knot that hurts, unwinding it with fingers, patience. Another he just cuts off. It's gotten so long, almost at the dip of his back. He knows its impractical-

(i've let two people brush my hair like this. i never told you, just let you, like it was nothing. because you're fleeting. you don't even call me my name. i decided to not cut my hair after that night. i never saw you again)

Eyes closed, to open. One hand brushes his hair, the other stretches over his thigh, a reach away from his half-hard cock.

But he pulls away. Brushing hair with fingers, bristles. His reflection warping when a leaf falls, petals scatter.

There's more strands in his brush than last time. He wonders if one day he'll touch his hair, and a handful will just come with it. Or if there's already a patch he can't see. It's half the reason he's shaved off the sides. Paranoia won.

He rolls his neck, relief at the loud click. At the ache as he stretches it side, to side. Another roll of his shoulders. A stretch of his arms. A dip of his head, child's pose. Fingertips skating the water as he holds.

Holds.

Breathes the earth.

Hears memory.

Sees you.

It's always cold when he first steps in. A sharp gasp. A shiver. The water covers him at its deepest, but he keeps to the sides. it skirts his waist. Sometimes his nipples, droplets turning the scales of his tattoo, diamonds.

The drone of the waterfall louder, now.

Hanzo treads the water, ends of his long hair ink beneath. They could be shadow, seeping from underneath his skin, an exposé of what he keeps below. But not today.

Today, they're just something beautiful.

He looks up, the sun still dawn, split through the canopy, leaves backlit to black. Petals sometimes fall, coating the water until lost under the roar of the waterfall.

Hanzo scoops up a handfull of water, soaking his face, rubbing his tired skin. His beard that needs trimmed. A cut, healing by his neck. A bruise on his pec. A new scar on his shoulder.

Another splash of water. He pulls the rest over his hair, before he just dips beneath the waterfall, and can't breathe.

He always likes to stay beneath for as long as possible, before that last minute where he needs to inhale. When he's dizzy.

Pushes out. Soaking. The weight of his hair, heavy. It sticks to his skin, black silk. Mimicking the shapes of his dragon tattoo; some places, just the shape of his dragon. Drops of water, constellations on his skin. Maybe gems to be plucked by someone.

But Hanzo just pulls a hand over his chest, pressing deep into muscle. Finger catching the nipple piercing (impulse). Over arms he flexes, droplets shaking off. Relaxes, kneads with his strong touch.

He's by the edge before he knows. Comfortable. Stretched back against the stones. Moss. Crown of reeds.

The sun finds him. Warm. A gentle spotlight for no-one.

He wants a reason to touch, but his hand is already there.

He sighs. Back against the edge, watching the way the water laps his chest, his hand, hard cock, distorted beneath the way the water moves, here. Rippled from the waterfall; from the way his hand moves under the water.

Over thigh, first.

That thick scar, where skin is thinner. Sensitive. A peek into death that when he touches, a quiver.

A dip in the break between pelvis and thigh.

(everyone found that spot. magnetised. i didn't have to tell you, you just touched and I succumbed. you'd made some sweet quip about the way I looked beneath. do you know how you looked, beneath)

The last time he'd touched himself had been here, too. It was a ritual, of sorts. Sacred ground where he was allowed to be.

Other people had touched him in the city, he'd touched others outside its walls. But hand to self was different. With someone else, it could be anything else.

There was nothing else but you, here.

He missed it more everytime.

So he came back more.

Touched more.

Loved, more.

He moves slow, at first. Hand feeling the thickness of his cock, warm in the cool water. A soft moan, lost in the roar of the waterfall.

So, a louder moan. Vibrato against his throat; a throat lined in the wet ink of his hair, bleeding to the water at his shoulders, a dance as he moves. Breathes. Snaps another moan.

He knew, often, that he was restrained. Love, contained. But here, he moves.

Legs stretch. Toes drag along the bottom of the lake. Catch reeds, flora. Kicking up stones. He drags a hand over his chest, leaving behind a dragon's claw.

Faster, now. Thumb pressing over his thick tip, and down. Repeat. Repeat.

Over chest again, catching the bar in his nipple, and he tugs. Enough that he bites his lip, moaning something he almost wishes he hadn't heard. But it doesn't stop him.

He feels how fast his heartbeats, the way he breaths as he wraps his hand around his throat. The sound of his moans, the way they shape against his fingers, mark his palm.

Faster. Louder.

Hanzo arches off the bank, eyes half lidded, half desperate to watch himself wet with bliss as he pulls his cock harder.

There's no-one to hear when he cums, loud and a voice that breaks, dragging fingers from lips to throat, over a chest that's almost split from the thump, thump of his heart.

His body shakes. Arm moves, hand rolling over his cock again as he sinks in the last waves of his orgasm. Dizzy. Dewey.

Head back, the moss is a pillow as he stretches out, a leg out of the water, foot dripping diamonds in the sun.

Hanzo reaches out to his bag, pulling out a small punnet of strawberries, and lies back, punnet balancing on his pecs as he begins to eat.

A leaf falls, lazy, landing on his chest. A petal, his cheek.

[talesfromlissom]

Glory of the Moon

A/N: This is split into four separate parts, and it’s also really long so uh yeah, sorry if the characters act ooc, I’m still trying to figure out who I want to write most of them, and I haven’t done character studies with any of the characters (minus solider:76) so sorry y’all.

This is also a GN reader for all the people that like GN readers, so any pronouns can go for the role of (Y/N) ;), have fun~

This is kind of my own idea, featuring Poly!Mchanzo but Mcree and (Y/N) are werewolves. 

Summary: As the recall has been issued, new recruits start to flood into overwatch due to recommendations, from old and new allies. However, the newest recruit seems to have an interest in Hanzo, much to Jesse’s dislike. 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

“So, what do you think of the new recruit?” Was the first thing that came to Jesse’s ears that morning.

Jesse shrugged.

“Haven’t met ‘em yet.” 

“Well, from what Lena tells me, his name is Dallas, and...he’s a werewolf.”

Now that caught Jesse’s attention.

“Another one? Damn, might as well make half of the base off limits during the full moon.” 

“Bah! The only thing you and I do according to Hanzo is bother him with belly rubs.” 

Jesse snickered.

“Speakin’ of Han, where is he?”

(Y/N) shrugged.

“Not sure, he said he wanted to go and train before people started filling it,” (Y/N) replied. “He says he doesn’t like it when he keeps people waiting.” 

A pause.

“Liar.”

“Fine, he said that he doesn’t want Genji to come into the training ground and challenge him to a fight in the middle of the day.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“If you tell him that I told you that he’ll smother me with a pillow.”

“I...Ima tell him.” 

“Jesse-mf-Mcree, you better not-”

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“Well ain’t he a sight.” Jesse muttered, as (Y/N), and him had come to the training grounds, seeing the new recruit.

(Y/N) could tell he was new, he didn’t have a uniform.

This man was dressed in black jeans, ripped jeans of course, (Y/N) smiled.

This man was young, maybe getting into his late 30’s, and with his white t-shirt and his black jacket, he knew this man at least had a fashion sense.

(Y/N) heard tapping of feet fill the air, and based on how fast they moved they knew automatically who it was.

“Heya Han, how you doin’?” Jesse said, beating (Y/N) to greeting the smaller man.

“Well, I was training, but the new recruit came and people filed in.” 

“Ah! My friends!” Reinhart’s booming voice yelled. “Come meet the new recruit!” 

“Speak of the devil.” Jesse muttered as the crowd parted. 

(Y/N) crossed their arms and raised an eyebrow as the man walked over.

And Jesse extended a glance to (Y/N) as the man came into range.

This man was definitely a werewolf.

He practically wreaked of it.

However, (Y/N) couldn’t pinpoint what pack he was from, because he didn’t smell like an omega. 

The man grinned at (Y/N).

“Alpha (Y/N)? Is that really you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “In the flesh, and you are?” 

“Dallas! Dallas Starmonger! I’m from the western pack in Oregon!” He beamed. “It's an honor to speak to you!” 

(Y/N) grinned. 

“The western pack? Ain’t y’all-” Jesse began.

“And who is this?” Dallas asked, gesturing to Hanzo. 

Hanzo paused.

“Oh, Hanzo Shimada, at your service.”

Dallas watched as the man extended the hand. 

“No, the pleasure is all mine.”

And (Y/N) had to stop Mcree from storming over when the man kissed Hanzo’s hand.

Hanzo blinked as Dallas walked by, clicking his teeth and entering the base.

“What the ‘ell was that!” Jesse cried.

“A proper greeting?”

“He kissed yer hand, Han.”

“You do realize that is a form of greeting, Mcree?” 

“But-”

(Y/N) shook their head.

“(Y/N), help me out ‘ere!”

“No. I’m gonna go train with Zarya and Mei, see ya.”

“But-but darlin’-!” 

“Bye Jesse! Go talk to Dallas or somethin’!” 

Hanzo snickered as Jesse crossed his arms and pouted.

“Are you jealous Jesse?”

“No.” 

“Jesse, calm yourself, this man is a werewolf, if I am correct, your scent, as well as (Y/N)’s lingers on me, he’ll know to keep away.” 

Jesse still pouted as Hanzo gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked into the hall, and turned to go towards the cafeteria.

He stood there for a bit.

Maybe he was just being paranoid. 

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“He still hasn’t said hello to me.” Jesse huffed.

(Y/N) shook their head.

“Jesse, he probably didn’t see you.”

“Didn’t see my ass, he looked right at me!” Jesse paused. “Somethin’ about this guy doesn’t feel right.” Another pause. “Jeez, if I had a dollar for everytime I caught that man staring at Han, I’d pay off my own goddamn bounty.” 

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “C’mon Jesse, you and I said that about Hanzo, and now look where we are, we’re all dating.” 

“Tsk.” Jesse muttered, rounding the corner. 

“And besides, Hanzo is the most observant out of us, if he knows something is up, he’ll know it before we do.” 

“I just, I don’t-”

Jesse came to a halt, spying Hanzo and Dallas down the hall.

Hanzo was leaning against a wall, with Dallas hovering over him, the two engaged in casual chatter.

Jesse gestured to the two.

“See?”

“Jesse, be polite.”

“I am being polite!”

“Ah, (Y/N), and...Joel..?” Dallas began as the two walked over.

“It’s Jesse.” Jesse hissed.

“Ah, Jesse right,” Dallas corrected. “So, you  three are the only werewolves here?”

Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “Three?” 

“Hanzo ain’t a werewolf,” Jesse muttered, and (Y/N) narrowed their gaze at him, noticing the slight attitude in his tone. 

(Y/N) huffed at Jesse who narrowed his gaze even further. 

“Ah, he’s a human then?”

“Yep.”

“Hm.” Dallas said. “That’s a good thing to know.”

“And why’s that?” 

“Jesse, calm-”

“No no, it's fine,” Dallas said, scratching the back of his neck. “I heard that the new recruits get paired to spar against the older recruits, so I just wanted to know so I can go easy on him-”

“You do not have to go easy on me. I can handle it.” Hanzo replied. 

Dallas then grinned.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Nice, well, see you guys around, Mrs.Amari still has to show me around!” 

As the man ran off, (Y/N) immediately turned to Jesse.

“Jesse, you need to take a chill pill.”

“I’m completely chill darlin’. Completely.” Jesse snapped through gritted teeth. 

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Things didn’t get much better between Jesse and Dallas.

But they did between Dallas and Hanzo.

Hanzo found a mutual understanding in Dallas.

Dallas, was raised in a crime family as well, with his father being a member of the mafia.

Unlike Hanzo’s father, Dallas’ was just a member, not the leader.

So he understood the expectations.

Alas, Dallas ran away, not wanting to participate in such violent things, and joined overwatch to help, is what Dallas told him anyways.

He found himself having to speak to Dallas by himself, or with (Y/N) around, since Jesse and Dallas never got along.

This led to...a lot of fights between (Y/N) and Jesse, whenever (Y/N) caught Jesse being rude. 

Hanzo sat in the background most of the time when the two fought.

Tempers flared high between the two as of right now, not just because of this new recruit,but  the full moon was tonight.

Which meant Hanzo tried to keep his distance, but again, there was a fight, and he didn’t leave in time.

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“Jesse what hell were you thinking!” (Y/N) cried as Jesse merely looked at the floor.

“God! Can’t you get your head out of your ass for two seconds and actually try to get along with this guy?”

“He called me an Omega!”

“So what! I get called an Omega too? It isn’t rare, Jesse!”

“He knew that I’d punch him if I said that!”

“He did not Jesse. I bet Dallas is just tired of you being rude to him so he decided to be rude back!”

“Why the hell are you taking his side?”

“I’m not taking anybody’s side Jess’, why would you think I’d do that to you!”

“Then why don’t ya say anythin’!” A pause. “He interrupts me, ignores me, and yet you say nothin’! You’re a goddamn alpha, he’ll listen to you!”

“No he won’t! He’s an alpha too Jess’!”

Jesse let out a groan of frustration.

“And what about Han? Huh, I guess you don’t see him feel ‘im up him do ya?” 

“He’s never done that before!” 

“Yes he has!” Jesse yelled, his voice getting louder. 

Hanzo tensed as the shouting would get louder, and the grip on his book tightened.

Soon, the book slammed shut, causing (Y/N) and Jesse to turn to him.

“Can you two please cease this useless fighting!” Hanzo cried. “It brings us nowhere!”

Silence.

“(Y/N), Jesse isn’t going to like everyone, but Jesse, you must be polite to Dallas, it's unprofessional and he is your team member!” 

“Han-”

“No! You are both acting like children, hell, I can’t sit down and have a meal without you two fighting about this man! He is just a man!”

And that was the last straw.

Hanzo marched past the two enraged werewolves, who were still silent.

“I’m going to meditate, do not bother me.”

And the door shut, and frankly, (Y/N) and Jesse swore the door sounded louder than before.

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It was always calming in the zen garden.

It was built by request of Genji and Zenyatta.

Hanzo was thankful it was late, Genji and Zenyatta tended to meditate during the day.

So as of right now, he was alone.

The calming atmosphere almost always brought some peace to his mind.

Near the fountain, eyes shut.

However, they snapped open as the leaves brushed next to him. 

He turned, and spotted Dallas coming out of the bushes.

A water bottle in hand.

And a towel wrapped around his neck.

Dallas paused.

“Oh, heya Hanzo, how are you doing?”

“I am fine, you?”

Dallas frowned.

“I know that look,” He said. “Joel and (Y/N) fought again I’m guessing?”

“Is it that obvious?” A pause. “And his name is Jesse.”

Dallas muttered an apology before sitting down, next to Hanzo.

Hanzo fidgeted.

“What...are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was working out with Reinhart and Junkrat, but I got tired and left early,” He said, placing the bottle down. “God, those two have so much stamina.” 

Hanzo shook his head.

“Indeed.”

Silence.

“You...want a sip?”

“What?”

“Of my water.”

“Erm..no thank you.”

“You sure? Dr.Ziegler told me that you tend to meditate for hours, it shouldn’t hurt to drink something small.”

Hanzo thought for a moment, his dragons spoke to him, telling him to go see (Y/N) and Jesse.

He brushed it off and grabbed the water bottle, taking a few gulps.

“See? Isn’t that better?”

Hanzo shook his head.

“I suppose.”

Dallas grinned.

“Doesn’t Winston have some fruit here?”

“This isn’t the greenhouse, Dallas.”

“I know but it doesn’t hurt to look right?”

Hanzo sighed.

“You may look, but I am not.”

“Alright, see ya tomorrow then.”

“Farewell.”

Hanzo shut his eyes yet again.

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After fifteen minutes, Hanzo felt off.

His head was pounding, his arms felt weak.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

When were the lights this bright.

Hanzo stood up-

He wobbled and fell against the fountain, gripping his head. 

His vision was getting more distorted and blurry every time he blinked.

He heard footsteps behind him.

“God, it was easy breaking into this place.” A voice said off in the distance.

“You sure this is the place?”

Hanzo hobbled forward, only to fall to the ground.

“Oh it's the place alright.” He heard Dallas’ voice interrupt.

Through his blurred vision, he saw the faint outline of Dallas, crouching near him.

The corner of his eyes began to turn to black, as he felt himself be lifted from the ground and placed on Dallas’ shoulder.

“Welcome to the Eastern Pack of Spain, Hanzo Shimada.” 

[mysteryprof]

i'd like to order a hanzo hc too but i cannot choose a topic... maybe your favorite hc/bunch of hcs? does that narrow it down enough?

YEA! I have a couple 

1. Hanzo’s dragon split into two after the big fight with Genji - I get that Blizzard probably just did it so that they feel like Hanzo and Genji have variations in their ult, but there’s a lot I feel that you can do with it. As in like, even in the lore it says Hanzo was heartbroken after having thought he had killed Genji. 

I see the dragons as a representation of the soul, and after the fight, Hanzo was so split between what he thought was right for the clan and what was so wrong about the whole thing, that he shattered on that kind of level. It’s just especially interesting since the Dragons short itself and all of Hanzo’s voicelines only dictate there being one Dragon of the South Wind. I don’t know if we’ll ever get lore to cover it since Chu is gone now, but he did remark one time that the Shimada dragons aren’t Magic, so maybe it’s from the soul, maybe it’s hardlight tech nanites or something...

I do like the idea that the tattoos are the Dragons’ seal

2. Shimada mama (Shimama) came from a clan that had spirit wolves - If you take a look at the old concept art for the Shimada family emblem, it had wolves worked into it at some points along side a dragon. 

I like to think it was bc of Shimama and it’s why Hanzo has the Okami/Lone Wolf skins

3. (Hear me out) Hanzo likes to do dumb food challenges  - Okay, so, Hanzo Shimada: control as hard as steel, but as we have seen... likes to indulge a lil’ from time to time. Or at least, I’d hope that with his two cakes for a snack voiceline from the winter event confirms that he has a sweet tooth bc that is literally one of my favorite Hanzo HCs. 

BUT BACK ON TRACK- It was something I thought of a long time ago for shits and giggles, but then looking at the Ramen spray from Archives I was like, Hanzo really powered through four bowls of ramen like nothing, huh. So to my absolute delight when the Overwatch Cookbook came out and one of Genji’s recipes said that they used to have competitions about who could eat the most ramen, as well as the spiciest, I was sold. Hanzo likes to do that dumb shit to remind himself of when times were good, sometimes he does them out of spite if he’s told he can’t do it, he always wins, and I don’t know... but he’s been traveling the world for 10 years, so I can only imagine the kind of shit he’s maybe done while not having attempts on his life