島田半

Your eyes fluttered open, silently watching the cieling above you. Your face felt wet, as though you were crying in your sleep; you were familiar with this feeling, but today it felt tenfold. Your mind was foggy as you sat yourself up, the rain on the window to your right pattering across the glass. Your boyfriend was fast asleep still, undisturbed somehow in a way you envied. By the look on his face, you could tell his dream was peaceful and you envied that. You remained still, thinking through the dream you just had, considering the reasons why your mind had plagued you with something so disturbing. The rain helped you to focus, as you rubbed your temples in an attempt to quiet the lingering discomfort that wouldn't leave your body. You felt Hanzo stir in his sleep beside you, tossing every so often in-between your thoughts. He seemed content, though, and you wondered exactly what he was dreaming about. What his mind was fixated on. Surely, it couldn't be worse than the torment your mind had given you that night.

When trying to figure out what that dream was and what would've caused it wasn't working, you moved your energy to studying your partner's room. It was a feeble attempt at trying to distract yourself from the way your heart ached. You always admired his room, but never took genuine time to take in the beauty that was scattered around you.

Hanzo was a traditional man, and valued the traditional Japanese aesthetic. That much was obvious, but the more you look around this room, the more you realised how much it meant to him. He opted for a Kominkan house in Shirakawa. It was tranquil there, with a population of approx. 1,500. You valued the fact that it was so remote, away from the noise of the city. His house reflected the peacefulness of the area around it, with the structure being more traditional than modern. You looked at the wooden beams, the sliding door, the shoji screens scattered around the room, and eventually looked outside at his back garden through the picture window that let the rain dance on it. Hanzo took great care of his garden, and cared much more than the average man about maintaining it's beauty. You could see that when the grass was freshly cut, the small pond in the middle kept clean from mud or moss. The light that shone through the picture window always glowed on the two of you in the morning, as though it was kissing your skins, admiring the way you both woke up from it's peaceful alarm. You felt the warmth of the sun hold itself against your arm, as though it was attempting to comfort you throughout the war in your mind.

You carefully moved yourself to look at the wall Hanzo's bed was against, once you were satisfied with his garden. You didn't want to wake your partner, and potentially interrupt his own dream. You watched his breathing chest, studied the way his chest tattoos moved as his chest was filled and empties every other moment. You couldn't help but stopping in your tracks to admire his sculpted body. It's something you always admired, but rarely did you have the time to look at the intricate details up close. He was now laying on his back, his hair draped around him as though it was framing his face in a purposeful way. You placed a hand above his head, slowly touching his hair with the tips of your fingers - it was soft, like always, and you couldn't help but feel the desire to touch it more and more. You knew you couldn't, in fear of waking him up, and you were shortly brought out of your state of admiration. Your back turned, watching his responses to make sure you didn't wake him up, and you positioned yourself so that you were sitting cross legged on the bed, facing the wall against the bed. Your eyes drifted across the hand painted decoration that lingered above you. It was huge - it's size was corner to corner of the wall, and you couldn't help but feel as though you were being towered over by it. It wasn't anything fancy; it was a painting of a cherry blossom branch, with red flowers instead. You could outline every paint stroke from where you sat, and you were left thinking about how they brought a new level of elegance instead of tackiness to the painting. You studied the Kanji that was written along the left-hand side of the painting; you couldn't quite make out what it said, but you were left stunned at it's beautiful application. You always loved fine art, but it was starting to seem like Hanzo's taste was far superior. 

The state of admiration filled your mind, to the point where you didn't notice Hanzo waking up and sitting up to watch you carefully. You were both silent, taking in each individual view you were both transfixed on in this moment. He was waiting for you to notice him, and when you didn't, he moved more purposely in a way that stirred the blankets apart. You quickly looked at him, and studied his expression to see if you woke him up. Guilt set itself inside you, and your mind was suddenly filled with what started your morning off - that cursed dream you were inflicted with. Your heart sunk, as you watched him sit next to you, facing the painting, with his hand creeping itself around the back of your waist.

“I'm sorry, did I wake you up?” you spoke softly, trying not to be too loud in the morning. You watched his eyes move across the painting, with his head slowly shaking before he responded properly. You didn't turn to look at him, your eyes were busy soaking up the unappreciated beauty that faced you.

“No, don't worry. The rain's responsible this morning. What about you? You're not usually the first one awake." he spoke, in a sotto voce manner. He was still waking up, and couldn't spare the energy to speak louder than his chords could handle just yet, but you weren't concerned about that. You were left considering your options; do you lie to him, tell him you woke up because of the rain too, or do you open up about your dream? You didn't know, and with it plagued in your mind, your face started to twist itself into a display of discomfort and concern. Hanzo turned to face you, analysing the way your lips were contorting against one another. Your lips were pulled across, downturned, as though they were guarding the words that were formulating behind them. Your eyes were vacant, as though they weren't being used because your mind was elsewhere. Hanzo noticed these things quickly, and moved the hand that was on your lower back to the knee that was touching his, slowly rubbing it with his thumb to ground you back to reality.

“Do you wan't to talk about it? I won't pry, or attempt to guess, but just know I'm right here. Whatever you want to do, I'll be here to listen.” his voice reassured you, with his tone soft and unwavering. He knew exactly what to say, and you felt silly for feeling this way over a dream. Eventually the decision became clear, and you breathed in heavily to stop the tears from swelling as you let your mouth formulate it's words. “I had a disturbing dream, is all. I was pregnant, and ended up having a miscarriage. It's silly to get upset about, I know, but it felt so real. I don't know why this' happening, and I don't know what to do. I didn't want to wake you up over something small like this, so I just distracted myself for a while…” you spoke in a low tone, breathing every so often to keep yourself composed and focused. You didn't want to go into the same detail your dream did, and you didn't know how he would respond if you did. You turned slightly to see your partner better, and watched as his expression didn't shift, his hand didn't move or stop, and his mind was running like clockwork at a way to comfort you.

Eventually, after some careful consideration on his part, he stood using his bare feet to slowly move across to your side of the bed. Hanzo carefully sat himself down on the floor next to the low bed frame. His hands moved in a gentle nature to your own, and his hands wrapped in-between yours. It felt intimate, and helped you to focus on what he was preparing to say. You couldn't help but look at him properly now, and move your attention away from the painting. His gaze remained at your hands, with his eyelashes framing his eyes in a beautiful way that you couldn't help but notice. He breathed slightly, as though there was going to be weight behind his words that needed to be padded. “Y/N, I can't imagine how hard that must've been for you. I don't know how to properly respond, but just know that if that did happen with us, I would always support you. I'm sorry you had to go through that; if it happens again, wake me up, okay?” His gaze moved towards your own, with him connecting and making eye contact to add emphasis on his words. Hanzo melted your heart, and you felt silly for even feeling so torn about it in isolation. He knows what it's like to bottle things up, and you could see the pain in his eyes as he realised you had to try and figure it out on your own for a while.

Your eyes swelled, and all you could think about is how supportive your partner was. He could see the way your lips began to quiver, your eyes glazing over from tears, and he brought his hand to the back of yours, moving your head to meet with his. You both held this pose for some time, resting your foreheads against one another. A smile crept across your face, as you soaked up every moment. You could feel your heart race, as you both closed your eyes and made the most of the intimacy. Your mind was clear of the dream, and even if his words were simple and small, you felt yourself feel relieved to have it off your chest. Both of your breathings were in sync, and you felt connected as one.

“Thank you, Hanzo. You don't know how much this means to me. I'm sorry for making a big deal out of nothing.” your voice was quivering, your words stuttering slightly every so often. You were overwhelmed with emotion, and Hanzo could tell even without opening his eyes. He quietly shushed you as he heard that last sentence fall into his ears, in an attempt to reassure you even more. “If it hurt you, then it's not nothing so don't say that. You're always welcome, and you deserve it more than anyone else.” he whispered in a soothing way, removing any pain that could've been left in your heart. His eyes opened, with his head moving away from yours now. He brought his hands back down, and placed each on a side of your hips. This prompted you to open your own, and watch as he rests his head in your lap, slithering his arms around your back to hold you close to him. Rarely, did he show this side of him, but when he did you ate it up as much as you could. Hanzo's head was tilted to the side, watching the painting again as you did before. You placed a hand on his head, returning to his hair and softly rubbing it with more purpose and intention than before. He hummed in satisfaction, as you turned to join him in watching the decor infront of you both.

“Do you like it?” he lulled into your lap slightly, waiting for a response. There was hesitance in his voice. You let out a slight murmur of agreement in response, continuing to play with his hair in-between your fingertips.

“Thank you, I made it myself…” Embarrassment littered his words, and his face warmed up against your legs. It made you smile more, and you could tell this was something he rarely admitted to. Your admiration for him was doubled, and you couldn't help but finding the painting more beautiful after finding this out. Your mind was overwhelmed with love, and you could feel yourself falling harder for the archer that was resting himself against you.

“I really love it, I'm just struggling with reading the Kanji. What does it say?” You asked, in a subtle way of teasing his embarrassment more. He was silent for some time, trying to formulate how to respond without stuttering or pausing on his words. He was left speechless, knowing you enjoyed it more than he expected someone to.

“It's 再生 (Saisei)”, he uttered softly, before continuing after you left him the space to explain. “It means rebirth or renewal… I wanted to make something to remind myself of this, when I'm alone and need it the most. It's nothing new or revolutionary, by any means, but it means something to me at least…” he spoke slowly, with hesitance and reluctance to leave himself so open and vulnerable. But with you, he felt more safe and secure to. You felt the warmth from his face grow stronger the more he spoke, and it left you feeling comforted. You couldn't imagine not having this moment with him, and it made you finally thank your brain for bringing you closer together with the dream that once infected you so deeply.

- Everything started off good. You woke up in Hanzo’s arms, smothered into his chest as you both regained consciousness. The first sensation you feel is a light kiss pressed into your hair, the second was cold air enveloping you as your boyfriend moved up and out of the bed. You sigh, knowing you also probably need to get up.

- You sit up with a yawn, smoothing your mussed up hair with one hand and pushing the covers off with the other. Judging by the absent sound of feet, Hanzo must have already gone out of your shared room, probably to go to his so he can retrieve some clothes. You do the same, standing up with a low grunt and begin to get ready. Everything was normal.

- But now you're on a battlefield that's too loud, in gear that's too tight. While you had managed to safely secure yourself a spot behind some sort of structure, you were previously all over the place trying to help those who seemed to be injured. But the worst part is: you couldn't find hanzo.

- You knew the archer was more than capable of defending himself. You knew his past, his strengths. But still, you couldn't help but worry about your lover. You couldn't do much, the bullets were still clearly ringing out behind the object you were hiding against. You would wait for an opening, though that meant you would wait to find your archer.

- Speaking of Hanzo, he is deathly worried. He saw you scurry about the wide expanse of the street, he watched you help others. What he didn't see was you ducking behind a building. All he knows is that you're gone, and he's worried.

- He's perched atop a building, bow in hand as he effortlessly takes out targets. Usually, you would be there right next to him, admiring his skills; a routine you both enjoyed greatly. But now you weren't here, and you were possibly in danger. Hanzo could not let you get hurt.

- Hanzo's tracking skills found you immediately, and he was relieved to find you unharmed and safe. You smile upon seeing him, scrambling up to hug him as tightly as you could. You could feel him squeeze back. You both pull away. Disregarding your tasks would be unwise. Hanzo swings you over his shoulder and scaling a building for high ground. Thankfully, you both have long range weaponry.

- The rest of the mission went smoothly from there, no big casualties or mistakes. The two of you leave shortly after you're cleared to. Something weird happened before though. Hanzo, the PDA hater. Grabs your hand. In front of everyone. This catches you extremely off guard, yet you make no complaints as you both head back to base. A small smile on your lips the entire way home.

- The first thing you both do is shower, the built up sweat and grime on both your bodies is nearly unbearable. Plus, a second shower never hurts. Once you're both dressed in more comfortable clothing you settle down in Hanzo's room. It's silent except for the soft breathing coming from you two contently cuddling. You're practically on top and wrapped around Hanzo, but he doesn't seem to mind. His hands are gently rubbing your back.

- Sadly, he does eventually ask you to pull away and you frown as you do so, scooching onto the actual bed instead of being on him. He apologizes, kisses your forehead and explains he'll be right back. He just has to do something quickly. You nod in slight confusion, it was late at night. But you wouldn't question it, you just waited. You trusted Hanzo entirely.

- About ten minutes pass before Hanzo is back, by this time you're sitting upright and staring at the door like a dog whose owner had left. And like a dog you get incredibly excited when Hanzo comes back. You are about to ask him if he's alright, but the items in his hands stop any noise from coming out of your mouth.

- Hanzo spreads out an array of snacks and drinks on a small pull-out table. Moving said table to the middle of the room where he places down some carving tools and various sized wood blocks. Your heart swells when he looks up at you from where he's seated on the floor.

- You're quick to jump off the bed, taking your own place facing Hanzo. You smile widely, and he smiles back. He speaks calmly, telling you he wants to do something special with you because of the rough day you both had. You nearly sob and quickly reach out to hug Hanzo tightly, pulling back only so you could pepper light kisses over his face. He chuckles at your actions.

- The rest of the night runs beautifully, you both sit in primarily silence, only talking when either of you want to show off what you carved. Hanzo even put on light music and lit up his favorite incense candles. It was perfect, peaceful, and incredibly fun. Hanzo carves up some intricate piece which you fawn over and praise him for. You carve up a heart, it's for him. And though it is rough, Hanzo nearly tears up when you nervously place it into his hands. He adores it, adores you.

- After cleaning up and finding areas for your artworks. You both sluggishly climb into Hanzo's bed, immediately grasping each other for closeness and warmth. A kiss on the lips leaves you breathless, and you are almost giddy with energy when Hanzo pulls back. Thankfully your sleepiness catches up to you when Hanzo turns off the lights and holds you close to his chest. You both drift off to sleep peacefully, and to no one's surprise, your dreams are filled with Hanzo's image.

He is entranced by your artwork, no matter how professional or mediocre it is.

He's more of a poetic than an artist but does introduce you to zen gardens.

Even though he loves your art, if you're a messy kind of artist don't be surprised if you go back to an art piece and everything has been cleaned and out away for you before you were even done.

That may have lead to at least one fight over disturbing your creative flow

Honestly, buying art supplies is somehow cheaper than buying expensive shoes or jewlery or whatever-

At least the paint is being used.

Asks for you to teach him

Asks for you to design the concept of his next tattoo (Which he's only getting to brag about your artwork on his body)

You made him clay pots to shoot at?

Yes please -Hanzo 2040

In return he'll want to teach you about japanese culture because he's kind of in love with the traditional art styles.

Draw him as an anime character and it'll will make him happy, draw him as a chibi and expect to see it framed on the fridge.

There's is literally so much this man fawns over when it comes to your art. It kills him.

So much thought and meditation, yet it's such an emotional thing, and he adores it.

𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖:

Due to Ashe being, well Ashe. You’d think she wouldn’t do dates or much romance, but surprisingly yes! Much preferring calmer and simple dates.

Has set up your private room at her base, [Whether you live there or just visit] so she’ll set up in there.

She has very little experience, but with you she tries, and often succeeds. Flirts a lot, but you get all her real attention.

During her Deadlock days she’s gathered a pretty penny, and she’s willing to spend plenty of that on you. Even if you deny her, it won’t stop her.

Absolutely adores when you cuddle up to her, holding you back and closer. All the while making sure both of you are comfortable before falling asleep herself.

***

Ashe’s day was rough, and returning to you made the world around her seen non existant. Able to fall into your arms and the many, many blankets. Tugging you closer into her arms as she got under them.

Quickly enough she noticed your breathing evening out, looking just in time to see your eyes shut. Only able to chuckle at that, she just arrived and you were already out like a light.

Leaning down to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling away, and in the dim lighting was barely able to see the mark she left. Her thumb brushed over it as she thought.

It didn’t take long for her to do it again. And again.

ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕪:

If he’s being honest here, he had and still does, no clue what to do. But likely he found something, and that was heading out for a drink and maybe some food.

Mostly takes you to some bars and a few pubs when hungry.

He tries, and comes off real smooth yet kinda awkward. (He hasn’t done this in a while.)

Has very little to his, nothing legally. So he won’t spend much of the little he still has, but he will steal anything for you. (Be the distraction, please.)

Still awkward, but now he’s calmed down a bit. He’ll walk you to your residence before asking for a second date.

***

“C’mon now darlin’, don’t let this old dog down.” There he went again. You weren’t sure what would happen if he had a few drinks, but definitely not a flirty drunk. But luckily enough he stuck with you no matter what.

Also meaning you were subjected to all his flirting.

“Cassidy, again, you brought me here.”

“Did I? I mean why wouldn’t I, a catch like you with me, obviously.”

𝔼𝕔𝕙𝕠:

She’ll adapt to what you enjoy, but if she was given the choice it would be a movie.

While she would prefer staying at home or base, wanting your time together to be, well together. Although she wouldn’t be against the movie theatre.

Has no experience. But throughout your time together and even before, she’s always learning, especially what you prefer.

It’s likely Winston finds out and gives her the money. Using that on snacks and tickets if needed. Otherwise most of it is spent on you.

Will walk you to your room before leaving, finding Winston or Mercy to talk about it.

***

“Echo!” Turning around to find Winston making his way closer, one hand was closed, holding something likely for her.

“Oh Winston!”

“I was informed about the date, and was able to gather these.” He dropped the things into her open ones, revealing plenty of money. Especially more than enough in notes to pay for anything needed.

“Thank you, I’m sure Y/N will also appreciate the help.” With that she floated off, on her way to your room. Now she had this, all she needed to do was confirm with you.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚:

He’ll drag you to a nearby arcade. But if you’re up in Japan he’ll bring you to one he frequented as a child / teen.

Either place will be loud, bright and flashy. Unless you become uncomfortable with anything he’ll actually enough the kids.

Hasn’t really lost his spark, but due to his death and scarring he might need some help.

Has a bit more than needed, so he’s paying for the whole night. Please don’t try to argue with him.

Afterwards he’ll take you out for food, your choice.

***

Compared to the cold winds outside Genji’s metal hand felt warm, likely from your own heat. Never changing or letting go when you entered the arcade, only pulling you around the place.

And you’d think someone who fights for his life almost every day would be able to win at a basic claw machine, right?

Well you’d be wrong. You watched as he failed time after time before almost giving up, before he finally caught one. It was small and simple but he beamed at you while holding it towards you.

It was a cute [Favourite animal] that held a heart, and there were plenty of other animals inside. Once he realized, now not focused on yours, he was determined to have a matching one.

ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕫𝕠:

He’ll much prefer something calming but able to be sentimental, like painting together.

Depending on the activity you’ll either stay home or go to a private studio for the time.

Has very little experience, he tries by giving you gifts. (Please let him know it works.)

He will spend plenty of money on the tools and wood, willing to get anything for the date and you.

You’ll be walked back to your house / room, and when he gets back to his own he’ll place all your gifts onto their dedicated shelf.

***

The day was spent just silently hanging out together. He sat across from you doing his own thing, which used a few tools. All had been brought in a small bag. While you continued doing your own hobby.

About an hour goes by before he moves from his spot. Turning around to gain your attention, using his empty hand to open your own. As he did his face became red and he looked away slightly.

Only looking back to place the item in your open palm. Which turned out to be a small wooden bow that he just carved. But before you could pull your hand away he also placed a few more things next to the bow.

Revealing them to be smaller, also carved arrows. Each one had either your names or your initials engraved.

This man would be the death of you.

𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕣𝕒𝕥:

He’ll drag you into his workshop, whether you join him or watch he doesn’t mind.

As a criminal he can’t go very far, so you’ll stay in his workshop.

He fully believes he’s romantic, tries but ultimately fails. Has no clue what he is actually doing.

Jamison has almost none, but he can’t use it anyways.

Being secretive the whole time pays off, even if he almost blew it many times. Showing off his project while beaming.

***

For the first few hours you willingly stayed with Jamison in his workshop. But after a while it was clear he wasn’t going to let you see, so without him noticing you left. The rest of your time was spent sitting outside the room while you heard him working away.

Before you knew it he had left the room, almost rushing past you. Luckily turning around in time.

“Oi, why’d you leave?”

“Takin’ to long Jami.”

“Well don’t do that…” He started pouting while reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small box. Placing it into your hands.

“Go on, open it!” Which you would, except there was no way to. Spinning it around until you heard a ‘click.’ The lid opened revealing a small heart rising and spinning, made of scraps and crappily coloured in different shades of red.

“So?”

“I love it Jami.” Leaning over to give him a quick kiss.

𝕄𝕖𝕚:

She focuses on getting to know you rather than an activity or certain place, wanting you to do the same.

You’ll spend that with each other and away from the others, likely at her place or a nearby yet kinda private park.

Due to, you know, being frozen for years, she doesn’t have much experience, even before that but she tries.

The most she spends is on any food and drinks, but is willing to spend more if needed.

Not much, but she won't let you go until you accept the snacks she made for you.

***

It had been hours since you arrived at Mei’s place, and it was finally time to leave. But it was clear she didn’t want you to leave yet, though she wouldn’t stop you. Surely you have plenty of things to be doing.

As she watched you walk off she suddenly remembered her gifts, the cookies!

“Y/N, wait!” And you did, letting you grab what she needed before rushing out. In her hands were a container, only able to see when she got closer. It was full of cookies.

“I made these earlier, almost forgot.” She giggled as she spoke, flushing red.

“Thank you.”

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕙:

She much prefers simple and calmer date ideas. Turns out building Legos is a good idea, one she should’ve done earlier.

She’ll have you both sitting in the living room, making sure you’re both comfortable as possible. With enough lightning and the tv as background noise.

Work has always gotten in the way of any romance she’s ever tried, so the only things she knows are from asking Ana. But she still tries, even if they cause her to flush red.

Is absolutely willing to spend plenty on different sets. She makes sure you can finish any set you want.

Helping you find the best placement for them. When you leave she takes pictures and sends them to Ana, fully prepared for any teasing from her.

***

When you entered the first thing you saw was another Lego set, it was from the botanical collection. Specifically the Orchids. All built and setting in a [favourite colour] vase. Footsteps pulling you from the scene.

In the doorway stood Fareeha, frozen while her face quickly became red.

“I can explain,” Stepping forwards as she spoke, taking your hands into her own. “I am aware we built some yesterday, but I saw these and they reminded me of you.”

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣:

Everyone assumes it’s a meeting, unaware (Except for Sombra) of what is really happening. Just you two spending quality time in silence doing your favourite activities.

He’ll have it set up in a private meeting room further down from the others, or invites you to his room.

Has plenty of experience (Had a wife) so he has learnt his love languages, being acts of service and quality time, although only with you.

Doesn’t need to spend any of his money but will buy anything you want or need for your hobby.

He’s a knitter, so before he leaves he’ll hand you the item he made. Please find him later for thank you cuddles, he will melt, literally.

***

A hand dropped onto your shoulder, if you weren’t a Talon agent it would’ve taken you down. But the metal claws gave away who they belonged to.

“Meeting room 6.” Smoke covered the area as he left, not wanting to stay around longer than necessary. Listening, you also left the area, everyone quickly became quiet.

The room's lights were off, the only light being a lamp behind him and the curtains pulled slightly open. Across the table sat Gabriel, gauntlets removed and thrown next to the yarn.

He was part way through knitting something, a stack of already finished squares. Just next to them sat the items for [activity], seemingly ready for you to start. And start you did, both of you sitting in silence for the next few hours.

𝕊𝕠𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟:

She’ll spend a few hours setting up the perfect movie night, snacks, blankets and a selection of movies or shows.

All this will be set up in your shared bedroom so neither of you will have to walk far for any reason.

She’s aware she’s trying to be romantic, just unsure if it’s succeeding. (It has been for a while.)

The only money she’ll need to spend is on the snacks, buying all your favourites.

Likely one of you two will fall asleep during your bingeing, with the other following soon after.

***

You were both on your 3rd movie after finishing a while 4 seasons of an old yet interesting tv show. But by now your eyes started to hurt from all the lights, and your eyelids were starting to shut.

You knew you couldn’t prevent yourself from falling asleep, especially when you were so comfortable. Vivian had set up everything, so she was aware this would happen and was prepared.

She let you lean onto her, wrapping her own arms around you. And when your eyes finally shut, breathing evened out she leaned over and gave you a quick and gentle kiss. Finally following shut, letting the movie play as background noise.

𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝟟𝟞:

He enjoys simpler date ideas, the chosen one being a walk in the park. Managing to find a quiet and pretty empty day.

While the majority of your time is spent in the park, he’ll take you to a nearby food place. Ice cream or anything else you might crave.

He doesn’t have as much experience as he lets on due to work, he knows what to do. Just a little awkward about it.

For the chosen dates he won’t need much but is willing to splurge a little during so.

If it’s late enough he’ll take you out to lunch or dinner.

***

The air gained a slight chill whenever it passed you, causing Jack to lend you his jacket, sticking close even then. Without realizing the end of the trail arrived, letting both of you stand outside the park.

He looks up before down at his watch, looking for the time. Apparently it wasn’t late enough to finish just yet, so he invited you out for lunch.

“How about lunch, I’ll pay?”

Of course you accepted, free lunch and time spent with Jack. A win-win situation.

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒:

She tries as much as possible to keep you away from Talon, so she takes you to a concert of your choice.

The stadium is large and unsurprisingly loud, but she makes sure you feel comfortable during all of this.

Is much more flirty rather than romantic, but can be romantic if either of you feel like it.

There’s no need for money when she has everything at her fingertips, although if you really want to she will.

She’ll ‘book’ you two a shared hotel room, putting off returning to Talon. Also wanting to spend time with you.

***

“Ángel~” Her voice would’ve shocked you if she didn’t already blind you with her hands over your eyes. “I have a present for you, and I know you’ll love it!”

The air became cold but only in parts around you. Although she didn’t move it seemed everything else had. The once silent air changed, people talking, walking, even cars were driving.

Her hands were removed revealing the new location. It was a stadium, but not for their normal sports game. Banners and posters showed your favourite band/singer, as they were playing here, today!

And Olivia brought you here, you needed to thank her somehow.

***

Ángel - Angel

𝕊𝕪𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒:

She plans everything for a fancy dinner date, willing to compromise for something just as fancy but smaller for your comfort.

As long as the place is fancy to a certain degree and has food you both eat she’s willing to have a date there.

Her romantic won’t be noticeable to others, if so won’t be taken as romance. But she prefers acts of kindness, helping you with work and grabbing you things.

While she’s willing to spend a lot on you and your hobbies she does have a limit, although it is pretty high.

Afterwards she’ll have someone drive you both to your place, making sure you’re able to get inside before asking for a second date.

***

As the car slowed to a stop her hand lifted off yours, holding it during the ride. You knew not to open the door, quickly finding out her habit of opening it for you. Only doing it for you though, but neither of you would change that.

When the door was opened she reached for your hand, gently helping you out. Again, her hand didn’t let go of yours until you stepped inside.

“I hope you enjoyed tonight, as I want to ask for another.”

Of course you agreed.

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕣:

She’ll take you to the movie theater to watch a movie of your choice.

Will go to the theater but also enjoys having home movie nights.

Often enough she’s interrupted by giggling, but she can and has been romantic.

She lets you see the amount, being enough for popcorn, drinks and the tickets.  Before surprising you by buying you both some candy.

On the way home she’ll be ranting about the movie whether it was good or bad. When you both get home she’ll continue on while making sure you’re listening, that’s by trapping you in a cuddle session.

***

“C’mon Love!” Her hand had slipped and was holding onto your wrist instead, but she didn’t let go. The line was surprisingly short, only being a family and a few teenagers so you got to the counter quickly.

“What do you wanna watch?” A quick glance at the options revealed a few good ones, except one stood out.

“How about [Movie]?”

“Yeah, two tickets for [Movie] please!” She continued ordering, getting popcorn and drinks. At first you thought she wasn’t going to get candy, only after she ordered everything else did she get some. Both of you getting cups to choose your candy.

“C’mon then, can’t miss any scenes!”

𝕎𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣:

As she is a known criminal she won’t be able to take you very far, but will go stargazing with you.

The chosen hill is far enough from the Talon base but still safe enough, especially when with her.

She tries to be romantic, won't ever be the best due to her transformation but she tries for you.

For any date there won’t be any need for money.

If you’re not part of Talon she’ll make sure you get home safe, if so then she’ll walk you to your room.

***

The air has grown cold, but never becomes freezing. Staying at a comfortable kind of cold, the kind Amélie had grown used to over the years so it didn’t bother her. Yet it affected you, you shivered slightly as if trying to hide it from her.

You should know better by now, when it comes to you she won’t miss a single detail. Wrapping her arms around you, pulling you closer. When you shivered ceased she let you return to watching the stars.

He would definitely confess first if he notices you're too shy or nervous to ever make the first move; he's closed off but he hates dwelling on things he could easily fix but he's definitely extremely nervous and avoids eye contact with you.

He'd maybe try and confess with a letter, not give it to you like you're in fourth grade and walk away no no; like orders you a delivery guy with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a letter confessing his love for you.

He's scared absolutely shitless that you'll reject him and has half a mind of just walking away when he walks up to you.

If he were to actually confess to you in person he'd make it romantic, take you to your favorite spot and look at the moon, confessing while looking into the sky with the tips of his ears turning pink as he starts to mumble.

For dates he'd adapt to what you like, he's not nonchalant he just adapts to everything, so if you'd like to go out he'll go with you or if you wanna stay in he'll do that too!

But if you asked him; he'd just prefer to do something domestic like cook or just sit on the couch and cuddle while watching something on the sidelines.

You finished packing your fourth bag of your art. You then start to pack your clothes. Hanzo sighs.

“You can come to the convention with me if you would like to. They said that I could bring an extra person if I wanted to.”

Silence filled the air as you packed your clothes. After a few minutes you heard another suitcase zipper unzip and you look over to see Hanzo packing his casual clothes. You smile as you finally finished and you two pack the car. Once you two get to the hotel you check in and bring in your luggage. It was Wednesday so you had time to relax before tomorrow.

~Thursday~

You and Hanzo go to the convention center with the four bags of your art and your banner. You and Hanzo get your lanyards and ID’s then you two head to the artist alley. Hanzo was setting up the banner while you set up the table. After you two set up you take a step back to see if you need to fix anything.

“I think it looks nice, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Hanzo.”

He takes it in and realizes that most of your art is based off his dragons. Like the plushies, the prints, the stickers, and the patches. They look similar but don’t look exactly like his dragons. He lets the two little reptiles out and tells them to be careful. You laugh at the two reptiles trying to intimidate the plushies.

~Friday and Saturday~

Hanzo was nervous at first with all of the people coming to your booth. He felt that way because he kept thinking someone would recognize him. You reassured him that no one will because they will probably think he’s just cosplaying as himself. And that’s exactly what happened. He eventually took over the card reader, the prints, and plushies. While you handled the cash, stickers, and patches. You two finally had a break to go eat something.

“I don’t know how you do that by yourself, Y/N. I swear you must have a secret.”

You laugh

“I wish. I think it got easier after a couple of conventions. Like after the 5th or 10th convention. But I think it’s easier with you.”

~Sunday~

Hanzo was happier since it was a chill day. You two ended up selling out of the plushies and prints by the end of the day. Hanzo made sure to take note of what you two didn’t sell. You did take a lot of pictures with your fans. After you two packed up, got your other bags, checked out, and packed the car you were finally going home.

“I think I would love to do that again.”

“You would?”

“Of course. It was fun.”

“Maybe we could do a couples cosplay together for the next one.”

“Maybe. It’s a maybe, Y/N. But right now we need to get home and rest.”

The Dragons are your pets I can't say enough that his noodles are like little dog-cats

He definitely knows how to cook and prepares you Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner; cooking calms him and the delight of your features and the slacking of your shoulders when you both eat together? Absolutely nothing like it.

Always and I mean always big spoon, He one doesn't like feeling Vulnerable and two he wants to protect you. You are his beloved and his only sense of peace and safety he won't let anyone take that from him.

Often when you're reading,watching TV or just existing you'll look over to see him look at you, not in a creepy or odd way but he just admires you, Lips gently parted and his eyes relaxed; he stays like that even if you look back at him.

Very 50/50 on PDA, He likes showing that he's yours and you're his but he doesn't go all big. Hand holding, a light peck is the most you'll get in public from him.

It took him a long time to open up about his past; honestly he didn't imagine you'd get far enough through his barriers to even think about telling you about his childhood or what happened with his Brother.

Always has a hand on you; holding yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles as you sit on the couch. Hand on your lower back as you walk down the street his shoulder almost touching yours. He's too afraid to lose you and feeling you there grounds him.

Surprisingly doesn't let you touch his bow, He does let you watch while he makes his arrows sometimes though and it's always a quiet session, You know he's busy and you're already intruding on his private time despite his numerous times telling you presence is more than fine.

Feelings would catch up to the stoic archer sooner or later; knowing that what his heart truly told him was what feel true to him—natural.

He liked—no, loved—you more than for your characterized timid nature. Hanzo would never degrade someone to just one notion of their mannerisms; their personality. He does believe that what's in the inside of a person makes them beautiful, but he could go on and on about what makes you oh-so special to him.

At first, Hanzo would rethink and doubt his crush. He knew he felt very strongly for you, and those emotions felt as if they'd burst through his seams. It seemed that his mind was plagued by his overthinking nature. Would you think that he only sought for you because of the "appeal" of being shy? Was he trying to prove to himself that he was the protective role—therefore, only thinking of such an intimate relationship as just mere status? Just how status affected him all those years back?

Many people are proclaimed "shy" in different ways. Either through their nervousness and reluctance of meeting and-slash-or interacting with others (however, that term's rather "anxiety"), or through stuttering and stammering words—overthinking, like how Hanzo was—he'd do his best to never embarrass you.

Hanzo is not one to purely view someone as just "cute" by humiliating them. Sure, the blush that'll coat your cheeks from time to time make him also flustered, he doesn't want you to ever be upset, if you do not take embarrassment very well.

He would tease you, but never about something he knew that would be too much for you. As with every other person, too—but, you were someone special to him.

Even if Hanzo wasn't a shy person, he was rather reluctant on interacting at heart. Therefore, he'd much, much rather have you hint at potentially liking him; so he doesn't disrespect any boundaries by asking you out.

I feel like the poor man would wait and wait, and if you were too shy to even remotely hint at it, he'd get flustered over the idea of having to be the one to ask you out. It takes a lotttt of convincing himself into doing such a thing, considering he is also afraid of messing everything up.

He would try his best to pick out a good spot and time for him to pop the question; not letting his impulses to randomly hint at it, or do something even more, get in the way of everything. As much as Hanzo would move to hold you in his embrace already; kissing your neck tenderly... He knew that it was way too embarrassing for his own good.

Eventually, he then settled on asking if you were free anytime soon during a conversation about his training schedule. Hanzo felt as if he should ask the question, as if it was normal and felt right—rather than having to force himself in a "romantic" environment for it to be valid. He truly did love you, no matter what the circumstances may be.

"I format my days around the times of my practicing." He would then explain, drawing an arrow from his quiver to just absentmindedly shoot at a target—bullseye. "How about you? When are you normally free?"

Just adding that last sentence made his heart beat a bit faster. As much as Hanzo does have a flirty personality, underneath his stoic nature, he feels very... wrong, if he were to flirt with someone that could either get shy or embarrassed easy. He doesn't want to break any boundaries, but he doesn't know how else he could ask if you were okay with flirting, just due to the implications.

After you filled the archer in on your schedule, the two of you then settled on a day where you two could hang out—with how he phrased it, it was rather vague, and you didn't just want to assume that your crush was really asking you out. But, unfortunately...

As the both of you were together, underneath the cherry blossoms—it began to rain. The two of you had to make due with sheltering at a local inn, as there was no time, or use, to go back home; considering the location that Hanzo picked out in particular was for a purpose, as it was secluded, private, and beautiful. Just like him, in essence.

With frantic apologies from both parties, he then just had to look around the interior of the inn room that he has rented out, just for today. He even was thinking of taking them out to a favourite restaurant of his, but, no—the weather had to ruin it. There was a nagging feeling of frustration behind him, as if he just... couldn't do anything.

As you saw that all-too familar look on his face, you tilted your head; and asked what was wrong, and if it was the weather. Hanzo would then scowl, rather at himself than anything, as he woukd then shake his head. You were already on the bed of the room, so you then patted the seat next to him; implying you wanted him closer snd level to you. He obliged.

"I... my apologies, for earlier. I feel confined in here." He'd sigh out.

You then reassure him that it's okay, and that it wasn't anyone's fault for the weather. It's not as if anyone could control it! After talking to Hanzo more about this, his gaze started to soften, as it always does whenever he chats with you, and then he now nods his head; affirming that it's okay.

"Plus, any given time with you is great! I just... eugh, that rain made me feel so cold and clammy- oh?"

NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Hanzo is the kind of guy who makes love, it's not 'sex' to him, it's something deeper and more spiritual.

Unfortunately for you, this means waiting a while for the first time between the two of you.

It was worth every second of waiting.

There's no denying that Hanzo is a dom pretty much 90% of the time.

But...

There is a part of him that you can eventually ease out of hiding with enough trust and comfort where he actually discovers he loves being submissive every now and then.

He draws the line at pegging - it's just not happening.

However, his focus is always on you and your pleasure. If you need to be on top or in charge for that, he is more than happy to oblige.

This man worships the ground you walk on so obviously, praise and worship kinks big time.

Other than that, fairly vanilla unless you are particularly kinky.

Really the only kink he refuses to engage with is pain play. Seeing you in pain is the absolute opposite of what turns him on, not to mention it's just triggering for him in general inflicting pain on the people he cares about the most.

Communication is absolutely key with Hanzo.

Will not initiate anything without explicit consent, even rock hard and struggling to contain himself - explicit consent always.

Absolute god of foreplay and aftercare.

Your pleasure is so important to him, he needs you to communicate what you need and want.

He's blunt as a hammer with you, you're going to need to do the same no matter how awkward it is.

This man is weak for eye contact. Stare in to his eyes while you suck his dick and he physically twitches.

Throw literally everything to the wind however when he's feeling jealous and pissed off about it.

You can always tell you're in for it just by the fiery, blown out look in his eyes.

Of course he still asks for explicit consent, with significantly less patience.

Will take you on any available surface.

Has broken very expensive china and vases purely because they dared to be in the way.

Expect to be bruised after he marks from the nape of your neck to your core.

If not from his tongue and lips, then from the absolutely bruising grip he inflicts on your hips whilst hoisting you up against a wall, bending you the kitchen counter.

Praises you for how well you take his cock whilst chanting "mine" like a mantra.

After he's had a chance to physically work through his jealousy, he won't let you out of his sight or arms for the rest of the night.

Lays the most gentle feather light kisses on each and every bruise.

Will carry you to the bathroom to make sure you pee before you pass out if necessary.