#hanzoxreader

(I was originally going to do everyone in 1 post and keep it short. . . then I hit Hanzo's and it just kept going. So while I can't promise everyone will get their own post. Those are coming. Slowly.

Gender Neutral Reader below~)

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-I imagine that Hanzo is no stranger to the slow creeping tightness that are anxiety attacks. Especially in his youth where they would just compound with all the stress he was under as heir to the Shimada Clan.

-So its no real surprise that he sees it in you quite quickly. The stress your under and the way you try so desperately to handle it all by yourself. The way it catches up to you over the matter of weeks.

-You start going out on little adventures less, even if its just to your local take-away place to grab lunch, it just stops. Suggestions to watch movies or tv shows he knows you will love are gently turned down. He simply nods and sits with you as you work at the kitchen table. Book perched on his lap, his gaze on you more often than not.

-He's there when it all breaks.

-When fear overtakes your heart in a vice grip, when the breath leaves your lungs and the only noises that your able to make are quick gasps. Your vision narrowing to a single point as your hearing starts sounding like everything is underwater, muffled.

-He's quick to guide you to a chair in the living room you both share and shoves your head between your knees, temporary relief as air floods your lungs again and you focus on your breathing. Missing that Hanzo requests that Athena bring either Angela or Zenyatta to your rooms.

-You try to straighten, to reassure only for him to press you firmly back down. His other hand reaching for yours, letting you cling tightly. He starts to in a 1,2 pattern squeeze your hand. It helps having a physical sensation to focus on and you cling to it like a lifeline.

-By the time your prefered medic arrives, you have a cold glass of water in one of your hands. The other still clinging to your partners' and your vision and hearing are back to normal.

-After a long checkup on your vitals, just to be sure, you are told to take it easy. Shove some of the work you've been given off to other people. And if anyone has anything to say about it, then you can direct them to the med-bay where they will be throughly dressed down for it.

-By Hanzo himself if the need arises.

-As the door shuts behind them, you turn to stare at your boyfriend who is watching you intently. Concern and Warmth in his brown eyes.

"I will make tea"

"Wait!" you squeeze his hand tightly, stopping him as he was about to move away "Stay? please"

"Whatever you need, I am here"

-The two of you end up cuddling on the couch, one of your comfort shows on the TV and while you are a touch warm in your blanket burrito, the gentle pressure on the otherside of your body helps. As well as the tight arms of your partner surronding you.

“Itadakimasu!”

Genji’s tone was jovial, the excited grin on his face and sparkling eyes set on the large bowl of shoyu ramen in front of him. Giving a small ‘whoop’ of excitement as he pulled his chopsticks apart, he gave a quick, sympathetic glance to his older brother. Hanzo’s brow was furrowed, staring into his bowl of shio ramen with such a contemptuous look, Genji tempted to ask how the meal had offended him. Reluctantly, Hanzo finally picked up his own set of chopsticks, brusquely snapping them apart before murmuring a soft ‘itadakimasu’ and beginning to eat. Genji waited til he was a few bites in before goading him.

“Sooo…?”

Hanzo’s eyes cut towards him, his frown somehow deepening as he bit into the chashu, a brief uptick in the corners of his lips indicating that the food was chipping away at the annoyance. Now was as good a time as any to keep prying; Hanzo’s love of good food had always been the younger brother’s way of cheering his brother up, alcohol coming in as a close second. As Hanzo’s eyes drifted back to the bowl, he grunted as Genji nudged him, wearily turning his gaze towards his younger sibling. Genji had taken several bites out of the tender pork belly from his own bowl and held it up so it looked like a goofy pork-based smile, wriggling his eyebrows at his brother playfully. Hanzo couldn’t help the choked off snort he made, the ridiculousness of the image drawing a small half smile onto his lips as he placed his chopsticks down on the tiny stand beside his bowl. Releasing a low growling sigh, Hanzo knew that Genji would not cease in his attempts to cheer him up until he finally spilled the beans on what was wrong. 

“Let’s finish our meal and then we can talk”, he sighed, picking up his chopsticks once more and beginning to scarf down the noodles. 

Hanzo couldn’t deny the delicious saltiness of the broth and the chewiness of the noodles were having an effect on him, slowly pulling him out of his dour mood and gently nudging him towards simply being cross. As he drank the last of the broth and bits of bean sprouts and garlic down, Hanzo allowed the warmth to spread throughout his body, breathing in deep and letting out a quiet exasperated sigh. Glancing to the side, his brother had drained both his broth and the sickeningly sweet melon soda he chose to go with it, looking at his brother looking at him with expectant puppy dog eyes. Tapping down on the urge to chuckle, Hanzo gave an over exaggerated sigh as he began his story.

“I had a meeting with the board this morning…”

Genji gave a brief suck of his teeth, a scowl tugging at his lips briefly before his smile returned, smaller and sympathetic. Neither one of them were strangers to the board, better known to them as the elders, the near omnipresent, insufferable hivemind of the Shimada-gumi. Gently patting his older brother on the shoulder, he gave it a brief good natured squeeze before responding.

“So how did that go?”

This wretched place. This cursed castle. Two years of rich, livid history lived within these walls, the history of the Shimada clan. 

The battle that changed everything emptied this place. The two brothers - Genji and Hanzo Shimada - It shook the entire district of Hanamura, and ended in one of the brothers, Genji’s demise.

So today, you had come here to pay your respects to him. A worthy friend. Your eyes gazed before the mural that centred the courtyard of the castle. A corner had been cut, saturated in dried blood, the legendary blood of Genji.

As you walk closer to the mural, you hear something… Soft, quiet footsteps, trying to mask themselves. Someone else was here. No, someone was creeping up behind you. You look behind you, but nothing was there. ‘’What was that?"’ You think to yourself, pondering who it could possibly have been. No-one should have returned here, not ever. This horrid place should have been rid of any living creature, not even the omnics dare to go near it - thinking the battle that went on still curses everything that goes near. It should have been burnt to a crisp years ago.

You walk into the courtyard, warm, salty tears trailing down your face because of what had happened. You peacefully sit down against a wall, you grab a canvas and a paint brush and start painting in the castle. Another annual tribute to Genji. You thought everything was fine, and that everything is safe.. Until another sound gets made… It sounds like.. Human footsteps? They really do not want to be noticed, weird. You brush it off as the wind, thinking it was too quiet.. But oh boy, you were wrong. You feel as if someone was watching you. And that’s when it happened - An arrow, it flew right besides your head, gracing your hair. You quickly try to get up, but something stops you. The intruder had grabbed you firmly by the shoulder.

You turn your head and then it happened. You were face to face with the legendary (not) brother, Hanzo. He had grown from his past image. He had a beard now, well kept, and he had a small put atop his head, a ribbon laced around it. You muster up the courage ask him, ‘’Wh-what do you want from me?’’ In a shaky voice, fear betraying your tone.

‘’Why are you here?’’ He asks, sternly. You’re absolutely terrified, shaken up by fear, too much to answer him, and try to run away, but it doesn’t work. His grip tightens, his voice gets more serious, his face angry. His gaze burns deeply into your eyes, wanting a direct and honest answer. He wasn’t going to let you go easily. You weren’t stupid. You finally replied with ‘’Why would you care..? You killed your own brother! Forsaken him, brought immense dishonour to your family, Hanzo. Do you feel no remorse? Why would you protect this place?’’ He sighs deeply. Not answering your question, not saying anything at all. He looks at you, deeply, trying to figure out your intent. ‘’Well? Tell me!’’ You shout. ‘Fuck, why did I say that?’ You thought to yourself. 

Quite suddenly, his demeanour changes. His look changes to that of sorrow, his grip on you weakening. He let go of you, taking a moment to sit at the mural. You joined him, still cautious. “I come here annually to grieve the death of my brother. To reflect on the damage and dishonour I have brought. I did not expect to see anyone else here. Especially for the same reason as I. I will ask you again. Why are you here?”

You swallowed your bated breath, finally deciding to give an honest answer. He seemed genuine with you. You threw your head down, exhaling deeply. “I come here whenever I can to pay my respects to your brother, Genji. He was a dear friend to me. He was there for me when no-one else was. When I needed someone the most. That is why I can never let go of this place. You may see him as a playboy or a laid back fool, Hanzo, but he was far from that. He just didn’t want anything to do with the clan. Is that so wrong?” You say longingly, patiently waiting for an answer. “Answer me, Hanzo. Is that so wrong?” You say, raising your voice once more. You wanted to know so desperately why this man had killed your only and dearest friend.

Hanzo looked at you. With tears in his eyes and remorse in his voice, he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. He couldn’t control his sobs. ‘’I can only apologise, even though it may never change the past.. Killing my brother was my biggest mistake, my biggest regret, my biggest pain. It should have been me who passed away that night. It should have been me, it should have been me! I’m a mistake, I’m a disgrace, I’m a cold hearted murderer. Just because my brother wanted to live his own life away from our misdeeds.. Genji, forgive me..’’ Ending that sentence in tears all over. 

You look at him, angrily, but forgivingly. You realise he truly regrets his misdeed. So you decide to comfort him. You hesitantly wrap your arms around him, gently squeezing, as he relaxes into you, tears staining your skin, saying, ‘’Hanzo, I know you regret your past. And what you did was truly unforgivable. But you have to accept what happened to truly accept yourself and make it onto the path of redemption. The bittersweet release of death will never make up for Genji’s passing. But you can make up by doing good, helping the ones who need help.’’

It was then, that everything started to make sense to Hanzo. He needed you, he could not bear to feel this emptying loneliness any longer. He had to forbid you from leaving him.This feeling was foreign to him. Hanzo did not confess, people confessed to him. It was a new feeling, one he could not cope with. He was too stubborn to admit this feeling would defeat him. You part ways before he could say anything else.

He sat in the bar, drowning his feelings in sake. It wasn’t strong enough to mute everything in his mind. But he could not stop thinking about you. No matter what he did, who he talked to. All that was on his mind was you. He had never felt like this ever before, so he had no idea what the hell to do or how to express these feelings. He’d see you around Hanamura, but did not know how to approach or strike up conversation. So, all he could think of... was going to the castle. Hoping and praying he would see you there again, so he could talk to you. But his attempt was hopeless. You never came, not a single time for 2 months. But he would not give up, he never would, remaining steadfast. Even after these 2 months it was only you that was in this mind. Despite all that, life still went on.

Another month passed.

Another two.

A year had gone by.

The day of Genji’s death had come once again, and he had firm hope you’d be at the castle to pay your respects to the younger Shimada. And there you were, finally after a year. He’d see you again. Except, you weren’t alone. You were with someone. You were holding hands. You embraced that person when you couldn’t hold back tears. He had almost given up completely… Until they left. You were all alone again, so you went back to the courtyard. Back to the exact spot where you met Hanzo. Back to the arrow that was still in the wall. You once again grabbed your unfinished painting from last year and your brushes. 

As you sat down, you started painting the castle once again.. But something was different. There was no sound, not even the sound of wind. Nothing. You sighed very deeply, disappointed that you did not see him.. The one person you wanted to see all this time. When you finished the painting, you heard a voice. The voice said, ’’You have mastered a skillful art. Where did you learn to paint like that?’’ You recognise that voice. With a smile on your face you turn around to see him. He was standing right there. He hadn’t changed a bit. Like he hadn’t aged at all. ‘’I hoped I would see you here.’’ Hanzo said longingly, hoping for a reaction back. ‘’I… I waited a year for you, why did you never come…?’’ You say.

 With a frown on his face he sat down next to you. As he explained everything to you, you got closer to him. To the point you were basically touching each other… Without thinking twice you wrap your arms around him once again, saying, ‘’I’m so sorry. I never knew you didn’t know how to tell me… I should have come to you, Hanzo. I saw you all over Hanamura, yet never thought once to approach, thinking you had better things to do. I regret my hesitation greatly. It’s all okay now, you’ve told me everything.’’ 

‘’Hanzo.. I know we don’t know each other at all. But I genuinely feel like… Like we have known each other for years.. And I just don’t want to leave you again. It hurt so much last time.. So, promise me.. You won’t leave me this time? Stay by my side, be happy with me…’’ You say with a concerned voice. 

‘’I promise.’’ he mutters.

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Hope you enjoyed! Part 2 coming soon.

Posted on Wattpad too.

this was not supposed to be LONG  >:v

(i have no one to blame but myself) 

     : : :   HANZO:

+  Keeps you on a very tight leash- and not just to begin with.

+  Hell hath no fury like a disobeyed Hanzo, and the second you put a toe out of line, his ire will come crashing down around you.

+  Although he’s an easy master to displease, his anger is cold and calculated. There are no threats, no yelling, no raised fists. No desperate last struggle of cornered prey.

+  There is only the hard, steely set of his jaw, and the cruel flash of resolve in his eyes. Frigid terror has its claws around your throat long before you feel the brush of soft leather clamping down on your windpipe.

+  With the expectation of absolute obedience, defying him is no easy task.

+  He is clinical in giving punishment; an unyielding wall of authority, unmoved by begging, sobbing, and pleading. And yet, he hates to see his property damaged or marred.

+  Even at his most infuriated, he’ll never leave a mark on you. Ice baths, figging, menthol oil, being bound in stress positions- anything that will deliver a strong, lasting lesson without the gruesome evidence on your skin. Rest assured, you won’t need bruises or welts to remind you of the consequences that come with disobedience.

+  But, like all else in the universe, everything must have balance - even Hanzo. Wrathful when provoked, Hanzo can also be an extremely rewarding master to please. His praise is hard-won, and his affections warm and generous. He is the Occam’s Razor of strict discipline and gentle doting. 

+  Isolated and at his whim, Hanzo will become the be-all && end-all of your world.

+  No matter how rebellious, how headstrong or determined you are…

+  Hanzo will bring you to heel.

    : : :   GENJI:

+  The second he has you in his clutches, you’ll be sweaty and panting face-down on the floorboards with his knee in your spine and his voice in your ear. An impassive stranger sits with a buzzing needle against your skin, stamping you irrevocably as his property.

+  You sob and shake as he violates your very being and removes your personhood, fingernails clawing up the worn finish of the wood and trying so hard to make yourself be anywhere but here, in this awful, humiliating room where time has abandoned you- but his hands soothe your sweaty hair and along your ribs like he’s calming a wild-eyed, frothing animal, and he tells you you’re doing so well. That it will be over soon, and you’ll be his forever. Just a little longer. You’re so close.

+  Genji doesn’t tie you to the bedpost, doesn’t rule you with an iron first the way his brother might. He thrives on the chase, loves it when you fight tooth and nail- he’ll let you taste the hope of freedom, let you almost, almost make it- then swoop in for the kill.

+  He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders, holding you close like a lover, laugh like you’re sharing a private, intimate joke. He’ll steer you home, somehow effortless even as you kick and scream and feel the light of day slipping through your fingers again.

+  “Where were you going? There’s nothing out there, babe- not for you, not anymore.”

+  He doesn’t strive to force you into obedience or teach you your place like Hanzo would- complacency is boring and predictable. Genji keeps you just barely contained, something truly wild and bright and desperate that he can catch over and over, savoring each time he reigns you back in and your fight is renewed. This way, the light never really goes out in your eyes, but he’s still trapped you; a captive, untamed thrill.

+  Genji is the more emotionally attached of the two Shimada brothers, as well. By nature, he’s more volatile, but you’re something precious and vulnerable that can never escape him, and in this way you’re the only thing he can invest all of his thoughts, affections, and hopes into. He can be raw and exposed, because you’re his.

oh it’s been a while

Listen

Inspired by Cantique’s fanfiction: These violent delights have violent ends.

I love you and I love pirates and mermaids so thank you for this! Hope you enjoy! Also, I imagine Hanzo as a Japanese dragonet in case your wondering what his tail looks like.

The slight spray of salt water was still simply amazing to you, you’ve been sailing for years now and just couldn’t get over it. You made a good living doing what you did, was it ethical? Nat exactly, but what did it matter; as long as no one got in your way they were fine. “Oi, Captain!” One of your crew called out from the crow’s nest.“What is it you yelled up at him, looking up and squinting your eyes from the sun.“Land!” They replied, excitement clear in their voice. You couldn’t keep the grin off your face, you’ve been sailing for months now determined to make it to Japan for a big trade deal and couldn’t afford to be late to it. You and your crew couldn’t wait to step foot on land, as much as you love the sea there was something really great about not being stuck with the same 50 people who didn’t understand what hygiene was. When you docked you still had a few days until you had to meet for the deal, so you helped your crew unload other goods off your ship to try and sell. When that was done you were exhausted and decided to go out for a walk along the shore.

There was a sheen of sweat across your forehead from working all day and were happy to have some time to yourself. It was nearing the end of the day and the view you had of the sunset was beautiful; like the sea, you saw it every day but could never get enough of it. You then laid back on the sand and closed your eyes, enjoying being able to relax for the first time in months. You heard a loud splash and weren’t surprised by it at first. But when you sat back up to see what kind of fish it as you were shocked to see a huge dorsal fin sticking out of the water before quickly sinking back in.

At first, you thought it could be a trick your eyes were playing on you, an indication that you needed some sleep. You started to head back to town before you felt… something, you didn’t know what but it was pulling you back towards the shore, the into the ocean. Before you realized what was going on you were knee deep in the water. It was then you saw a face further into the depths; you couldn’t make out the exact details, but you were drawn to it and began walking further into the ocean once more. As you got closer you could begin to make out the details in the face and upper body. They seemed to be male and had an intricate tattoo starting on their shoulder and traveling down the left arm. He had black hair that was let down and reached his shoulders. “Hello?” you called out, trying to get him to talk to you. “Hey… sir” you said after a small pause realizing you had no idea who exactly this person was. “Did you see a large fish in here with a large dorsal fin? It was spiny an-” you cut yourself off when the man turned around and swam away, it was then you saw the fin and his back and were awestruck. After that, you decided it would be best to head back into town and get some sleep.

The next day you had nothing planned and decided to return to the beach, you had convinced yourself what you saw last night was a fever dream and nothing more. But that didn’t change the fact that you wanted to stay by the shore, just to relax and for no reason other than that. Absolutely not, relaxation and that was it. After about five minutes sitting on the sand, you walked up to the water’s edge. Luckily no one else was on this area of the beach so you were able to do this without everyone, including your crew, thinking you were crazy. “Hey so uhm, I know this is weird but are you real?” you said to the open ocean before you “I saw you last night, but I don’t know if I actually saw you?”. “Holy shit I’m fucking insane,” you murmured to yourself after a few minutes of silence. After the sudden realization, you heard a quiet laugh from behind you. You whipped around and saw the man?creature? from last night “Wait you’re real? Holy shit you’re real!” You exclaimed in excitement, but you calmed down a few seconds later not wanting to scare them off.

“Not to be rude or anything but what are you?” you asked when he didn’t immediately swim off.“I’m Hanzo,” was his simple reply“No, no like what-” you cut yourself off when you saw him raise an eyebrow quizzically. “Nevermind, so Hanzo,” you started the name sounding pleasant to your eyes when you thought about it, after a few moments of silence you began again “I’m y/n, Captain of The Morrigan,” you announced, puffing out your chest with pride.“The what?” your posture returned to normal when he didn’t recognize your or the ship’s name“The Morrigan, it’s the name of my ship,” you replied waving your hand in the vague direction of where it was docked. He seemed confused and even tilted his head slightly. “Listen, Hanzo I’m a pirate, a pirate captain as a matter of fact. I sail the seas taking who and what I please,” your pride returned as you remembered your numerous plunders.

So first off, this is called “Our Distance” cause I like that title and it goes with the story and thanks for the ask! Also there is some background Tracer/Reader at the end.

he needs some time to get comfortable with you being around all the time 

but he likes that you are waiting for him when he gets home

you always have dinner together

if he has to work late in the HQ he tells you to eat without him, but you wait until he’s home

he secretly loves it, but scolds you for waiting so long

he is very protective 

if there’s a spider and he gets rid of it you call him your ‘hero’

he’s always flattered when you call him that

early riser but lets you sleep ‘til noon if you want to

makes you breakfast on sundays

relaxing evenings together in front of the TV (he’s reading a book but it’s so cute how you rant over TV shows)

he rarely yells with laughter, but if so he snorts

he’s so embarassed about it (it’s cute tho)

is very confused of your ways to entertain yourself on boring saturdays (””What is a vine?” “Why are these people shouting so much??”)

is embarassed when you surprise him in the shower

he likes a clean house / hates any mess