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By Your Side

Fandom: Overwatch Characters: Genji, Angela Relationship: Genji/reader Request: Ive seen a junkrat x reader on your blog, but would you write for genji? Perhaps the reader is Angelas assistant shes the best for dealing with cyborgs so she sees to him regularly but one days shes injured and hes worried. “You’re late.” You called over your shoulder as you heard the door open and quiet footsteps open. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Genji walk over to the bench so he could sit on it. “My apologies.” He bowed his head to you with genuine sorrow for upsetting you. “I started to think you had forgotten about me.” You chuckled as you turned and walked up to him. “Never.” His voice was soft as you reached out and pressed the pads which released his armour. You couldn’t help but smile softly at the gentleness in his voice. When he first came here, he was an angry man, filled with hate and sorrow. He worked with Zenyatta and was able to tame a lot of his anger. You and Angela had worked tirelessly to help him. You were the one who crafted his new body while Angela was able to bond the human body to the metal in as little pain as possible. You both gave him the chance to live again, to fight for what he believed in and to grow. He was grateful for that and he always showed it. Genji had great respect for both you and Angela, but if was you that he grew closest to in the whole base. He saw you nearly every day, either in passing, briefs or during his weekly check ups. After missions, he came straight to you to make sure nothing had seriously injured both his physical body and his cyborg one. Today was just a check up. you carefully looked over every joint and mechanism, checking to make sure there were no issues. Genjis eyes watched you the entire time. “y/n]?” Tracer popped her head round the door as she knocked. “You coming out for tea?” “No, ive still got work to do. You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” You smile at her, laughing when she pouted but disappeared. “You can do. I can wait till tomorrow.” Genji suddenly spoke, his voice soft. “No, don’t be silly.” You wave him off as you reached up to take off his visor and mask so you could check and make sure it was fine. You pulled it off his face, holding your breath for a moment as your eyes met his own. His real eyes. His entire face was scared but his eyes were as beautiful as ever. It was the first thing you noticed about him when he first ended up in front of you. “Who says I don’t prefer spending my time with you?” you asked his, raising an eyebrow at him and you saw those beautiful eyes light up. “Then, perhaps, I could take you out tonight?” He asks tentatively, immediately making your heart beat fast in your chest. His voice no longer had the metallic ring that came with his helmet but either voice could bring you to your knees. Was he truly asking you out? but before you could reply, Angela rushed into the room. “[y/n], I need your help. Reinhardt hurt.” She quickly told you before rushing back out. “oh god.” You handed Genji back his helmet. You saw the way his shoulders slouched and his eyes lost their glint. “im really sorry. Perhaps tomorrow?” “Tomorrow?” Genji immediately perked up and you couldn’t help but smile as you rushed to grab your lab coat. “Yes, when I get back tomorrow.” You nod, feeling a flutter in your chest at how happy he now looked. As you raced past him to the door, you pressed a very light kiss to his cheek before disappearing, leaving genji with a soft glow in his cheeks. —-time skip ————— You sat up in bed, your book opened on your lap. You were really only half concentrating and had to keep rereading paragraphs as you waited for Angela to come back with more pain killers. You weren’t normally out in the field during battles like Angela, but she had been busy, and you had been asked to go. It was meant to be a quick mission. Get in, get info, get out. Winston and Tracer had assured you of this. But once you got inside, you discovered it was an ambush. while you managed to keep everyone else alive, you took some bad blows yourself. Thankfully, Winston was able to pick you up and escape with Tracer right behind him. They had taken you straight to Angela, who had gasped when she saw your state. You had fallen unconscious on the way back and only came too a few hours ago with Angela at your side. She reassured you that you still had all your limps and that you hadn’t been out long. You had a lot of bruises and cuts on you, but nothing detrimental. your attention was drawn up to the door as it opened, and you expected Angela to walk in. But it wasn’t. “Genji.” You couldn’t help but instantly smile as he enters the room. He looked rather smart; all things considered. He wore a black and white suit that fit sell over cyborg body without being too obvious. In fact, he was rather dashing. You felt yourself melt at his appearance. He reaches up and removed his helmet the second the door closes before rushing to your side. You saw the fear in his eyes as they darted over your body. “Are you alright?” he asks desperately as he reached out to cup your face, carful not to touch any cuts. You instantly lean into his ouch, reach up to cup your hand over his own. “Im fine, I promise.” You smile. But then the memories of your encounter with him the day before came flooding back to you. “oh Genji, I forgot about our date. Im so sorry.” You started to ramble as you bolted to sit up but the bruising on your ribs cause you pain and you let out a cry. Your hands clasped over the area of pain as genji instantly placed a hand on your back and his other one atop your own. He guides you to lie back down but smiles at you. “ive waited a long time to ask you out. I can wait a little longer for you to heal.” He speaks softly to you, soothing your fears that he might be annoyed with you. “You’re incredibly sweet, Genji.” You smiled before letting out a soft giggle. “What?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. You did love it when he did this, especially when he was wearing his helmet because it looked so cute. “You got all dressed up for me, and I turn up like this.” You gesture to your battered body. “Still beautiful.” Genji mumbled to you, a soft smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but giggle, even out of embarrassment as your cheeks shone red. “So, where were we going to go? Seeing as you’re dressed up so fancy?” You ask, pushing yourself up a little as Genji sat on the side of your bed. “A surprise. I’ll take you there when you’re healed.” Genji smiles as he reached out and takes your hand in his own. “And until then?” You ask, pouting out your lip. “I shall stay by your side, as you stayed by mine.” Genjis voice made your heart flutter as he spoke. You couldn’t help the blush that dawned your cheeks or the smile that pulled on your lips. Before you could respond, the door opened and Angela walked in, your tablets in the palm of her hands. “This should be enough for-“ She stops when she see Genji and the rather intimate moment that had been taken place. “oh, I should come back later.” She smiles sweetly at you, placing your tablets on the side before leaving, probably to go and tell Winston and Tracer. It was a down side of her knowing about your crush on Genji. “Do you need anything?” Genji turns back to you. “A glass of water would be nice.” You respond with a small nod. Genji smiles and rises from the bed. He bows his head to you before leaving to retrieve your drink. Once he had left, Angela was straight back inside, apparently having been waiting. She was beaming at you. “It seems you have your own personal doctor.” She smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You have to get me better as soon as possible.” You sit up, a little slower than before. “As long as im you’re maid of honour.” She smiles before dodging the pillow you throw at her with a chuckle.

You hold the cloth down onto your side, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. It has passed the point of pain, an eerie numbness spreading throughout your body. No longer able to stand, you feel your shoulder impact the wall and slide down, a smeared trail of red following the motion. You don’t have a medkit and, even if you did, the bullet is still lodged inside your flesh. You gasp out. It’s like trying to keep your head above the waves as you drift off at sea.

You almost feel as if you are ready to let the waves overtake you. To succumb to the water.

He comes to you, the man who is half machine. You hear him shouting your name in the distance, a hazy and echoing feeling. Your eyes are so heavy now, it’s hard to keep them open. You hear him call for backup as he races towards you, kneeling at your side.

“Hey Genji,” you murmur weakly, trying to manage a smile. The lights in the distance blur your eyes but you see the familiar metal mask looking at you, then back to your wound. “I was… a little careless.”

“We will get you help. Stay with me.”

“I guess… all that fancy sword stuff… really does help to not get shot.” You try to chuckle but it ends in a light cough. You want to close your eyes so badly.

“Wake up! Please. You need to fight this.”

You feel his hands taking off your helmet. Cold to the touch. You realize your face is burning up as he pushes back the hair from your face.

“’M okay. I’m just… so tired.”

You let your eyes rest for a moment as he covers your hand with his, applying pressure with the cloth. It’s uncomfortable, stinging slightly before fading back to a dull pulse.

“Was it this bad… for you?”

He’s quiet for a moment. “I do not recall. After… very much so. But I do not remember the pain.”

“What do you remember?” A weak question, barely more than a whisper.

Another pause. “Flowers. A field of flowers. From my childhood. A cabin in the countryside. Flowers of all colors. It was warm there. The sun was warm. It was… nice.”

“Is that where… where we go, you think?”

“You are not going anywhere.” A firm response before the break in his voice. “I need you here.”

The heaviness in your body makes you dizzy and your head lulls back to rest against the wall. You smile weakly. “Okay.”

You can’t recall what happens next. It’s like viewing the world through the wave that keeps crashing down on you, over and over. A peaceful moment of calm before a surge of dizziness and pain. The world spins around you, lights flashing behind your closed eyes and hurried voices shouting directions at one another.

You feel a soft, warm sensation on your forehead. Lips, gently placed. Delicate and protective, like the petals of a flower. The feeling spreads throughout your body, each inch of your body springing to life with another. Red, yellow, pink. The flowers bloom inside of you. Your body is the field from which they spring forth.

A beautiful place. But only to visit.

The darkness takes you.

When you stir, you hear the faint sounds of machinery beeping beside you. The fluorescent lights above are dull. The sheets tucked around you are stiff and pressed. You are stiff and pressed, too. Heavy and weak.

You open your eyes slowly. He’s there, sitting just feet from you. Hunched over, head in his hands. Maskless, the carbon fiber flesh that crawls up his throat visible.

Your voice is hoarse, dry. But you manage a small “Hey.”

He looks over to you, stunned. There are dark circles under his eyes. He rushes to your side before cautiously kneeling before you.

“Hey.”

You smile, despite the aching pain. Your shaky hand reaches out to the side of his scarred face, still in a state of shock. He looks at you with such an incredulous expression. With all of the reassurance you can muster behind your voice, you say, “I came back.”

Soft eyes meet yours as he leans into your touch, placing a hand over yours as a weak smile breaks out on his face.

“Welcome back.”

🍂PARENTHOOD: SLEEP🍂 . Since a lot of people were asking for toxin to make an apearence 😊

So have a sweet toxin story.

(NOTE: this does not follow the actual comic books. This is just an Alternative universe 😊)

“ Uldren Sov ... is mine . ”

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You seem nice. I'd hate to kill you.

What do you think Hazard would do if he ever gets a nightmare? Do you think he's the type who goes to his partner for comfort? I'm just interested in his more... vunerable/emotional side. ... aww imagine a scene where he gets a nightmare about his partner (reader) getting hurt or perhaps even killed and tries to look for them for comfort when he wakes up. ;-;

Although I like to think that he has discovered a way to actually keep his composure from having episodes (I blame axe for the headcannon, I can’t get it out of my head). But I do think he has night terrors, not as frequent as his war days. If he has a nightmare about his partner being hurt or killed, I think he'd wake up in a cold sweat, breathing hard, the vividness of the dream clinging to him like a heavy fog. At first, he might try to shake it off, convincing himself it was just a dream. But the thought of losing his partner—his anchor—would gnaw at him.

Eventually, he wouldn’t be able to resist seeking them out. Maybe he’s not the type to outright say, “I had a nightmare and need comfort,” but his body language would give him away. He’d find his partner, sit close, and quietly ask, “You okay?” or “Were you asleep?” His voice might have a rare vulnerability, and he might not meet their eyes at first.

If his partner notices and gently pulls him into a hug, Hazard wouldn’t resist. He’d let himself melt into their embrace, burying his face in their neck as he mutters something like, “Just needed to see you’re okay.” It’s a small, tender moment where he allows himself to be human, reminding himself that they’re safe and real.

And the next day? He’d probably act like nothing happened—but his touches and glances would linger just a bit longer, as if he’s silently promising himself to never let that nightmare become reality.

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