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First time posting a prompt answer so go easy on me! 😅 don’t judge too harshly 🥹👉👈

A Mizran/Spiritfire writing (Mizuki x Anran)

The Red String

This was probably the strangest day of his life.

Mizuki had joined Kiriko’s side, searching for… Well, anything. Anything to diverge his mind from the usual. His curse, the hashimoto, the Yokai finding out secrets he tries so desperately to hide. Though this was the last place he expected to find himself.

Watchpoint Gibraltar.

The place was a mess, smoke still bellowing from unlit fires. They were recovering from a Talon attack. One none of them saw coming. Kiriko had heard about the attack, knowing that Hanzo and Genji could be in danger, she almost lost them once. She couldn’t do it again. So here they were.

There were faces he had never seen before wandering the premises, cleaning up rubble and putting out fires. An orange cat carrying a hose up to higher spaces to try and help. A gorilla pointing to different locations, calling out suggestions and smiling afterwards.

That’s when he felt it. Subtle at first, almost like vertigo but an obvious pull in his chest. Dizzy and now extremely off put by the shift in his energy, Mizuki shifted, turned in place while muttering quiet chants under his breath because surely, this had something to do with a spirit. Right?

“You good?” His attention was split, gaze scanning over a small group of people gathering pieces of collapsed walls and metal bits. “Yeah…” he muttered, maybe it was just his imagination but he swore… No. It had to be his imagination.

“Maybe they’ll have some answers for us, yeah?” Gaze flicking towards his travel buddy, she had already started walking towards the group. This group consisted of a number of unfamiliar faces. Two women and a man, two look like they’re siblings while the remaining female flashed from one place to the next, piling rubble in front of her workmates.

Mizuki walked alongside Kiriko, cautious of the strangers, a side effect of his upbringing. “Hey!” The males’ chatter was chipper, welcoming even. “‘Sup.” Mizuki was being polite, responding to the greeting despite it being more on the monotone side.

“Hiya! Something you need?” A strong English accent rang out, catching the twos attention. “Hopefully, is Genji around?” Kiriko stopped, a few feet from the speedster before her, Mizuki no more than a few inches away when he felt it again. That tug from his soul, that odd vertigo like feeling all in one direction. “Ah, he should be helping look for any remaining agents buried beneath rubble. He should be back soon alongside his brother.”

“Gotcha, I’m Kiriko by the way, and this is Mizuki.” Trying desperately to shake that feeling, Mizuki gazed just past the see through lining of his Kasa hat. “Well hiya… Eh, cheerful one arentcha? I’m Lena, and this is Wuyang and Anran.” She shifted on her feet, gesturing her hand up a bit to introduce her colleagues. The man wearing blue waved once he was introduced. Mizuki’s eyes traveling past him to the woman behind him, she had placed a piece of heavy stone down and turned towards Mizuki.

That pull, that aching, dizzying pull, it rang off again at her gaze. “Hey!” Mizuki remained calm, as calm as he could be. Emotion void from his face, her head tilting to one side while her smile slowly faded, now replaced with confusion. Why did he suddenly seem so uncomfortable? His eyes glanced quickly over her features. Soft, but piercing eyes, he could tell the fiery spirit before him. Another pull, another ache, he was silently panicking, cautious, and when she lifted her hand to wave, that’s when he saw it, making his heart nearly stop.

It was as if the world stopped around him. No breathing down his neck, no distant wails from disembodied voices. No unknown spirits waiting to demand his attention. What he saw swung subtly, a red string tied in a neat bow around her pinky finger. His eyes trailed it, following the string slowly, it wrapped around her arm, draping down past her waist and slowly, his eyes trailed towards himself. That string ended in a bow wrapped neatly around his thumb.

Could his curse allow something like this? Can this be something he can have? Who even was this woman? Everyone around him had previously died, everyone he had ever grown close to had left one way or another. Yet this? This was a complete surprise. This was new. If anything, he believed he couldn’t have a soulmate. “Hey.” Was all he managed to say, what could he say? ‘Hey, I can see an invisible red string that's attached to us so that means we need to be together.’

“As you heard, I’m Anran, this is my brother Wuyang, it's nice to meet you two.” Play the part, numb yourself, don’t smile, keep the mask on and maybe he can forget that he saw what he did. He was so lost in himself that even Kiriko noticed the change in attitude. Elbowing him subtly to get his attention and when his head snapped towards her, she visibly looked confused. “It’s nothing.” Grumbling under his breath, Kiriko scoffed. “Oh yes, because you being extra moody is nothing. Spirits again?” What could he even say to that? And did she have to say it in front of strangers. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Could she see his rapid glances? Could she see his denial and withdrawal?

Heck yeah let’s gooooooooooo!!!!!!

7 Minutes In Heaven

A Mizran/Spiritfire Fic

(Plot? What plot? We here to read about our BB’s making out. Kinda spicy- 🌶️ )

Winston had approached Kiriko, saying he wanted to learn how to throw a proper party, one the team will think about for weeks. He heard her mention something about parties once during a mission debrief so who better to ask? “Leave the details to me, we’ll make sure Overwatch gets the best party it’s ever had!” She was confident, though humble enough not to toot her own horn. She had a few ideas, but nothing too extravagant.

Up until she suddenly got a wicked thought. An idea that would turn the night upside down.

Evening struck, Kiriko gathered every overwatch member as quickly as she could. Angela made sweets and Torbjorn made hot meals that should last everyone the night. Kiriko even invited some from the Yokai group she worked with, hoping to get them involved. Disappointed by their lack of interest, thankfully she was able to at least interest Mizuki. Albeit only slightly and with a lot of pestering.

Anran and Wuyang were pretty easy to convince to come to the party, Lena and her girlfriend as well. Genji and his brother were a little harder to convince, but with the promise of company and sweets to boot, they couldn’t say no. The party began without a hitch.

“This has been a blast, but some of us are whipped out, think you guys can keep the party going without us?” Most of the older members of Overwatch mimicked the same excuse, each person eventually making their way out of the party. This only left the younger Overwatch members.

“We should play some games!” Hana called, quickly catching Kiriko's attention. Lana and Emily sat next to each other just across from Wuyang and Anran. Angela, Genji, and Hanzo sat at a small round table while Mei explained to Juno how a few small card games worked.

Mizuki, though reluctantly arriving at first, stayed a good distance away from the whole group. Finding comfort in a corner a few feet away from where Mei and Juno sat. Hana was with Kiriko and the rest of the small group. “I’ve got an idea.” Kiriko smiled, pulling out a black bag. “Everyone, put something in the bag that you own, nothing sharp or dangerous. Oh, and no one look!” Slowly approaching everyone, Kiriko held out the black bag, each person placing something small that they owned into it. “What are you up to?” Lana was suspicious. “It’s part of the game, don't worry about it.” That known mischievous grin was plastered over her face.

Mizuki was next to be approached, holding the bag open expectantly, Kiriko's grin never fading. “Uh… Why?” Kiriko stared down at him, “Because I said so,” shaking the bag in front of him, and with an exaggerated sigh, he placed an item of his own in the bag.

“Alright, I think that’s everyone.” Kiriko walked back to stand before the group. “So, the game we’re gonna play is called 7 minutes in heaven. Have any of you heard of it?” Everyone looked from one person to the next, unsure and curious as she explained.

“One person will pick blindly from the bag, whoever they get, they’ve got to spend 7 minutes with whoever owns that item in that supply closet over there. Make sense?” The night was long and the game had its ups and downs, Lena was lucky and got Emily, unsurprisingly, that was a loud experience. Wuyang got Juno, and coincidentally, they just ended up talking for the most part. Hanzo ended up with Genji, they canceled each other out, with Hanzo refusing to play the game all together.

Kiriko approached with the bag one final time, this time holding it out to Anran. "Your turn, Anran!" The room quieted, everyone watching, she had avoided the whole game throughout the night, she shouldn’t be surprised that it was her turn to pick from the bag. Kiriko's grin was positively devilish, shaking the black bag in front of her.

Anran couldn’t help an eye roll. She stood to meet Kiriko's level, she let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, alright, hold it open.” As Anran rang out her demand, Kiriko held the bag open, once within distance, Anran reached into the bag and began ruffling around.

A few things brushed over her fingertips, some small and some large. A couple with soft textures as well, until her fingers bumped something cool to the touch. Three fingers grasp this circular object, soon withdrawing her hand from the bag's confines. A round bell.

Curiously tilting her head, she held the bell by the small loop on its top before ringing it. A gentle chime ringing out. “Whose is this?” At first, no one stepped up to claim the bell, everyone only glanced at one another, Wuyang just as confused as the others. Kiriko however, seemed to know just who it belonged to.

“No getting out of this one, Kappa!” Anran knew that title, the cursebreaker. Anran turned towards the corner she knew he was at, half expecting him to deny the very idea of being trapped in an enclosed space with basically a stranger. “That’s mine…” He approached Anran, with no visible disinterest nor interest either. “Hand over the hat, can’t fit you both in there with that giant thing.” The way she teased him sounded like two siblings trying to poke at each other's buttons. “And knowing you, you’ll need more time to come out of your shell, pun intended.”

Before any response was made, Wuyang had joined Kiriko in pushing Anran and Mizuki into the supply closet farthest from the group. Anran was shoved first into it, Mizuki following soon after, trying to catch himself from tumbling onto Anran on his way in.

“17 minutes starts now!” Anran turned towards the exit of the closet, confusion written heavily over her face. 17 minutes? Why 17? “I thought-” And before she could finish her sentence, the closet was plunged into darkness. Silence between the two was all that they shared, save for the sound of quiet breathing.

Anran adjusted a little, hesitant to move much in case she bumps into Mizuki, who was still silent throughout the whole ordeal. Discomfort wormed its way in and normally Anran wasn’t known for heavy discomfort. “So…” Anran queried. Trying to break the silence between the two and lessen that awkward feeling bubbling in not only her chest, but surely his as well.

It was silent for a moment, before Mizuki's quiet voice broke the darkness. "So…” He was known for his uninterested yet monotone tone. So Anran wasn’t surprised when she clearly heard it here, it being slightly muffled due to the face mask he wore on missions. “I’m kinda surprised you’re even here.”

In all honesty, Mizuki was as well. Though Kiriko insisted that it would be good for him to have some social interaction. Though this was definitely not what he had in mind. “I wasn’t going to come at first…” He admitted quietly, voice barely audible despite the close proximity. His answer was short and sweet and once more, they both were engulfed in the silence of the closet.

Mizuki shifted slightly, his mask brushing against the closet wall. He was usually comfortable in silence, but this darkness with Anran felt different and he couldn’t quite figure out why. “Did Kiriko change your mind…?” Anran nervously bit at her bottom lip, a habit she got into whenever something felt overwhelming. She shifted to get a bit more comfortable, yet she soon realized that she underestimated the distance between them. The back of her fingers had brushed against the leather covering his chest.

Mizuki's breath caught unexpectedly at the contact. “Oh geez, sorry… Hard to estimate where you are in the dark.” She uttered, her tone almost a whisper. He was usually so good at maintaining his composure, but something about this close darkness made him feel off-balance. "It's okay," He tried to lie, trying to sound casual despite his slight discomfort. But something seemed different, his heart began racing, mimicking hers and that in of itself confused him.

Silence quickly followed, though Mizuki could clearly hear her swallow. It felt disorienting to Anran, knowing that he was there in the darkness, and it didn’t help that her mind so devilishly wandered to what if’s, earning her a blush. Against her better judgement, Anran kept her hand snug against his chest, testing the waters and trying to decipher his comfort levels, when he didn’t move to remove her hand, once more, she was lost on what to do.

For someone with such a fiery personality, she was easily taken aback it seemed. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Consequently, they both lost track of time, suddenly lost in the building of a moment that may or may not happen. Anran could feel it, how his heart began racing, hammering against her fingertips at the proximity they shared. Her heart rate even matched his. Should she pull away? Wait the rest of the time out and just pretend none of this happened afterwards?

That's when her heart skipped a beat, she felt metal fingers gently rest over hers. Her mind wandered again, to the quiet possibility of him pressed against her, back against the side of the closet. Mouth pressed in a debilitatingly heavy kiss. But he had a mask on… His mask.

Curiosity surged through Anran, eyes staring into the darkness before her. She lifted her fingers, trailing them upwards slowly, timid fingertips brushing over Mizuki's collarbone, throat and stopping dangerously close to the kappa mask that hid his face. Mizuki’s heart rate spiked, he was surprised that he even let it get this far, though he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t curious. He often found himself watching her on the battlefield, the way she fought was graceful, her movements mirroring a fiery dance that often drew his attention whenever he was called in to support her or Kiriko.

A gentle pressure against his mask traveled across the detailing of it. Anran memorized every crease and design that was etched over the mask. No words were exchanged, just rapid heart beats and shaken breaths. When she hooked her thumb under the mask, expecting resistance, it was slowly removed from his face. Mizuki’s lips parted in a silent gasp, every fiber in him told him to reach for his mask, to stop her, to do anything. Yet he was frozen, curiosity running his nerves.

Anran’s free hand traveled upwards, cool fingertips pressing subtly to the exposed skin. It was soft, and the more her fingers traveled, the more brave she got. She bumped into the curve of his lips, and there, she froze. Mizuki’s heart hammered in his ears, physical contact wasn’t completely unheard of but never had he been this close with someone, let alone someone so pretty. Pretty? Had he always thought that about Anran?

If they could see, they would know just how close they were to one another, but the feeling of their breath ghosting over each other's lips gave away their proximity. Mizuki had to lean down in order to properly feel how her breath felt against him, indicating the difference between their heights. The heat building between the two drew out unknown impatience from Mizuki, a feeling he only got when an objective wasn’t being met.

But what was this objective?

What even was this? This feeling? Mizuki’s hand lifted, bumping into Anran's figure, but he used the knowledge of that simple bump to try and guide him to where she could be, albeit roughly. His hand traveled upwards, fingertips grazing her forearm hand traveling upwards. Slowly, he brushed over her exposed shoulder, up her throat and ever so gently, cupped her cheek. They were in the dark, no one had to know, right? No one would know, he could keep this a secret and move on later.

Anran’s blood ran warm, her cheeks flushing at the unexpected contact, “So…” Anran’s voice was just barely above a whisper. “So…” His response, albeit quiet, blew small puffs of air against her mouth, showing Anran just how close, how tantalizingly close he was. Curling his fingers further around her neck, locking her in place, his robotic hand locking fingers with hers, making Anran lose her grip on his mask. “What… What now…?” Just how far was this going to go? “We play the game.” Those bold words were whispered into the dark like a secret, only for a pause to follow afterwards. Before Anran could process their meaning, her heart basically skipped a beat.

Soft, timid lips ghost contact over her own. It was quick, and at first she could have sworn she imagined it. It was his shaky breath afterwards that snapped her into reality. The realization that this was happening, and as if it was a challenge, as if a flame lit beneath her, that shyness instantly faded and against her better judgement, Anran pressed up on her toes and chased his lips. What originally started as quick and timid affection, turned into something fiery as quickly as it began.

“Mmph-?!” The audible surprise from Mizuki was silenced, Anran’s lips melting into his like a perfect puzzle piece. His bangs brushed across her nose providing a scent that only she could describe as ‘Mizuki’. With clicking teeth and heavy breathing, Mizuki gripped Anran like a life line. Desperately trying to ground himself. He couldn’t get enough, and any spirits that dared breathe down his neck now were blessing him with silence.

They parted, though only for a moment. Mizuki’s mouth hung open slightly, drinking in as much air as he could, Anran mimicking the action as well, their breaths mixing in the heat of the moment. They wanted more, another one, heavier, what’s the harm in it, right? And once more, Anran hungrily pressed her mouth to Mizuki’s, as if he was her only source of air. His breathing a shaky mess whenever they part, only to move against one another once more.

He was desperately trying to keep up, his mask dangled from Anran’s hand, his robotic arm traveling down to hover over her side, mentally battling with himself on whether to hold her, pulling her closer to him within the dark sounded heavenly. So he did, he gripped her side, dragging her forward enough to push further into the kiss. Arms tangle into his hair, though she still had a heavy grip on that mask of his. He was kissing her like the world begins and ends with her.

Minds fuzzy, they drink each other in, Mizuki let out a quiet exhale after she nipped his lip. Daring to go further, Annan ran her tongue over his bottom lip, almost like a warning, before, without much resistance, she carefully pressed her tongue into his mouth. Hands wander her body, gripping her hips and lower still. Anran lifts a leg up, wrapping it around Mizuki as a daring attempt to draw out more. His hands slip lower, gripping under her thighs and hoisting her up quickly. Her daydream became a reality as she felt her back press against the closet wall.

Mizuki’s gaze was half lidded, unable to keep his hands to himself. Unable to reel his actions in before they went out of control. Shamelessly running his hands over her body, metal and flesh mixing with intensity, trailing up her front, leaving her light headed. He craved more, more contact, more sounds, more smells. He wanted to experience just what he was missing out on. It was like the taste of sugar seeped from her lips. Honey dripped from her mouth as sweet noises were drawn out of her. Anran’s hands wandered as well, trailing down over the tight fitting cloth that accentuated the lean muscles across his body. Finger nails digging into the clothing, like she was trying to undress him. He did the same, fingers curling into the waist strap of her shorts, though he controlled that ongoing ache and settled for outlining her waist with his fingers.

It drew more noise from her whenever that metal hand of his curled over her thigh, trailing upwards slightly just to give a gentle squeeze to her backside, like a silent claim. Fingers flirting, edging closer down, Anran’s touch was dangerously close to no return. Closing in over his V-line and moreover, she wrapped her legs tighter around him. Turning up the heat, Mizuki separated from her lips, heavy gasps followed his wandering mouth now, running his lips over her jaw, throat and shoulder faster than she had time to process. And as if he knew what was going to happen, his metal hand covered her mouth, muffling whatever unholy noise he was drawing out.

He bit down, leaving marks under the orange cloth, back arching into him desperately. She dug her nails into the thin cloth, sneaking her hands under the teal armor, aiming to leave a mark. He wasn’t going to get away with marking her up without any marks of his own. Fingernails drag down over his shoulderblades, drawing out a delicious noise that he desperately tried to hide within those marks he was leaving on her. His body screamed for something more, it was as if he couldn’t get enough contact. Her fingers dragged forward, over his side and up the chains that wrap over him, dragging him forward evermore, he was learning that she could put up a fight. The only real question was, who was going to win this one?

He pressed into her, lining his body with hers, his leaner build overpowered hers quite easily. She wanted to put up a fight, to drop herself down and push him against the wall, but it was hard for her to maneuver in such a small space. Hesitation went out the window, subtlety was never something she was good at, One hand traveled down once more, past his V-line and bravely tugging at his own waistline. Inching ever so close, sending shivers through his very soul. She smiled against his hand, aiming to win this fight, she tilted her head back a little, dragging his hand along with her, one hand snatching his metal hand and moving it to the side, her free hand dragging his human hand up to her face this time.

Mizuki shifted, using his metal hand to cage her in, pressing his palm against the wall, Anran however, had plans. She tucked her fingers into his glove, forcing it off before pulling his hand towards her. She didn’t hesitate, opening her mouth, she drew his middle and ring finger in, suckling on his fingers while attempting to grind against him. He had pulled back from her neck only to move to her left, burying his face into her. Body desperately crying for something more.

“20 seconds!” The sound of a countdown rang out, Mizuki quietly growled, Anran also verbally cursing the lack of time, Mizuki pressed a heavy but rushed kiss to Anran, almost like a goodbye, before although reluctantly, pulling away from her, a string of saliva connecting the two of them. His body was on fire, panting wildly from the rush she had given him, Anran too panted from the lack of air.

She quickly put his mask in his hand, both adjusting their clothing to try and look presentable. Though Mizuki held Anran’s hand in his own, listening to the countdown approach 0, Anran gripped his hand back, somewhat confused by the action. The closet doors swung open, flooding the area in light but before Anran had a chance to recover, Mizuki rushed out of the closet, still holding Anran’s hand. He held his mask to his face, avoiding eye contact with everyone.