#huckleberrytm

He stands in the doorway carefully, to slide the door open.He just put one of the twins to bed, and he spoke to Genji, but it's taken him a long time to come to this here in front of Jesse. The fight from years ago, left an imprint and that fact Jesse had even lingered is something else.  "I shouldn't have said all that years ago." He can barely look Jesse in the eyes, but he’s changed vastly over the years. 

🌸┊ @koeii​ asked:    The spirits are mostly faded by now, exhaustion and blood loss taking its toll on Hanzo, an impulsive nature but his children, his wife, and Jesse matter more than anything. Hanzo is losing the battle and he knows it, the wound in his shoulder is too deep. "Promise me, you'll keep fighting and live. Promise me, Mulan. They love you, you will see me again." He can feel the sprits tugging at his soul, her hands with him as he holds another spirit arrow, "Let me go, protect them." ( nightmare thing)

The Meme II ACCEPTING Send my muse a nightmare. Make my muse scream and wake up in a sweat.

                              this was not HAPPENING -- -  𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. her fingers went to his face, bloodied hands shakenly clutching on both sides of his cheeks as she leaned forward. her body shook in FEAR as she stared at him with devastation in her eyes, knowing exactly what it was he wanted from her -- - and KNOWING that she could not comply with his wishes. tears fell freely as she could feel the stinking touch upon her skin. she shook her head at him to say no, her voice breaking as she pushed herself closer into his arms,  ❝   i’m not leaving you, hanzo. ❞  she REFUSED, for in her heart she knew that this was their fate, to be together until the very end. 

                                 her heart ACHED at the thought of their children and of jesse. her breath shaking as she leaned forward to PLACE a gentle kiss upon his lips. she could feel herself collapsing, EXHAUSTON setting into her as her head fell to his chest. her hand dropped to his shoulder, SQUEEZING it as pain rippled through her body. threw her glossed over eyes towards the left of them and saw that in the distance jesse grabbing at the children, pulling them back along with genji, who had a firm grasp on his sisters arm. none had SEEMED to notice them as they made their escape, prompting a smile to form upon her lips as a tired feeling began to overwhelm her.  ❝   i love you. ❞  she whispered to him, as she blinked away the tears, knowing that their time was soon upon them. 

                                   she felt him loosen the SPIRIT ARROW, knowing that his aim would be true. his arms settled around her, the bow dropping to the ground as she could feel his TEARS falling into her hair. she could hear his voice begging of her to go, to save herself and to PROTECT their family, yet even if she wanted to comply to honor his wishes, her body COULD not move. with a shaking breath, she watched the dragons spring to life around them, KNOWING that time was running short upon seeing them roar. forcing herself, she placed her chin upon his chest, her eyes meeting with his own as she whispered her apologies before asking,  ❝   within our next life, PROMISE me, we will find each other again? and there, i pray that though we might struggle a bit, our time within that one will be EASIER then what we strived for within this. ❞

                                     she could hear him make his vow, his breath SHAKING as he too seemed to realize that she could not leave, his mind and HEART resigning itself to their fate. she could feel his whispers of those three words upon his lips as both of their spirits seeming to fade, though hers doing so in a slower pace then his. she watched, as his features paled, HIS EYES closing as the toll of his power and blood loss began to take its effect. his chest, beneath her stopped moving, causing her TEARS to begin flowing once more as she breathed out his name as her last,  ❝   𝓱𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓸... ❞  she whispered, her eyes soon closing in too as DARKNESS began to overcome her senses. 

                                     her body JOLTED slightly as she woke within her bed, her breath uneven as her body DRIPPED with a cold sweat. she could feel herself shaking, before she realized that her shoulders were being shook by another. her eyes opened as she stared into her husband’s, the look of concern upon his face as he gentle touched her sweaty cheek moving her hair behind her ear. she could feel herself move as her arms wrapped around him, REALIZATION dawning within her mind as she came to realize that it was just ANOTHER nightmare, coming to claim her. in truth, she had told no one of the one she had suffered the night before, instead choosing to ignore both men's confusion as they awoke this morning to find her arms wrapped around jesse, her eyes swollen from her silent tears. 

                                       but she knew that this time, she could not hide MUCH from him, for this time she had WOKEN him from his slumber. she could feel him pull her tighter to his body, forcing a soft sob escaped her lips.  her heart though RACED against his touch, memories flashing from the dream that had seemed FAR to real for her liking. her face went into that of his neck, BREATHING him in as he lifted her into his lap, before moving them both to a better position. he leaned his back against the back of their bed, his hands gently pressed against her back as he began to rub her in a SOOTHING motion, as she could feel his lips press into her hair. her body shook, as she tried hard to keep her crying low, so that she would not disturb jesse who had seemed asleep besides the two of them. 

            ❝   i’m sorry. ❞   she whispered against his shoulder, her voice partially muffled by his flesh. one of her hands, wound their way into his hair, softly playing with the strands as her mind kept whispering to herself, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞, 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖. over and over again. slowly, as she felt her strength return to her, she lifted her head off of him so she could stare into his eyes.  ❝  i didn’t mean to wake you. ❞

                                         her other hand lifted to his chest, as her sobs slowed into that of just tears. a soft hiccup sounded from her as she leaned forward to place a soft kiss upon his lips. her PALM stretching out top his heart as she NEEDED to feel its beat.  ❝   𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞  she whispered to him, as she pulled back ever so slightly. her eyes closed TIGHTLY as her shoulders began to shake anew as her mind began to race once more as she thought; 

ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 𝔻𝕆 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝕄𝔼.      𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖,                       𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥             𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘                𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙... 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠          𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

@huckleberrytm​  unpopular opinion.  /   ❝ 🔥 ❞

this isn’t unpopular, i know it’s not, but i still have to say it that just the idea of moira giving a shit about a man is hilarious to me. it’s so funny. like i Know i’m biased being a lesbian but also i’m the one writing her here so this is my domain and i do not guess i merely know and perceive the truth lmao. but STILL like. what aspect of her makes her seem interested in men in any regard. will never understand it.

Gibraltar was a GHOST town of memories triggered the moment she entered a familiar space. The clear board in the corner was wiped clean. Formulas gone and chalk boards unused and dusty. Archaic. Outdated methods of thinking that Angela had used to spark and channel genius. It felt so empty. There was no process here. No creativity. No life. Eyes fell closed in a moment of remembrance as the ghosts walked in and out of the lab. Almost in that moment she could feel their presence pass her. She remembered what their presences felt like in this room. Sensations she had long filed away in the back of her mind. Strange security. A sense of family after she had nothing.   Heavy boots, with wide strides.                 Quicker steps, but the same heavy foot fall. Nearly soundless, slight hydraulic shifts.                 And the full heel to toe, occasionally with spurs.               No that one was real. She looked so strange standing still in the middle of her own hunting ground. She looked a little lost. Did she start up work? Claim this space as her own again? Was it hers to claim? She turned, arms crossed.

He’s silent as he enters, like a shadow on the wall, not a sound to be heard as he studied the gunslinger’s living space. The most interesting thing about Watchpoint: Gibraltar- each private quarter giving hindsight into a person’s history, what they deemed important enough to carry with them in as they ventured out to join the newly founded group. Overwatch- not that he cared to be a part of it, in fact, when the chance would arise and he was no longer needed- he’d be gone. There were few reasons to stick around but he- Jesse- he was one of them.

Why he’d contemplated approaching him at all, worried perhaps he was a nuisance even coming to him at all. A long week of traveling, killing, recovering items Overwatch deemed useful- he was worried he’d had his fill. ‘My door’s always open Shimada-’ he’d heard him offer time and time again. So to find it unlocked, as if expecting him was the only reason he had confidence to enter his space at all. The lingering scent of cigar smoke, left a feeling of comfort, running warm through his veins. Bottle of sake clinked against the glasses in hand, as if a warning that he was near before choosing to speak up.