Genji X Gender Neutral Reader

Humanformers [Transformers: Prime]

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In this household we validate bayverse Optimus Prime's PTSD and support him💙💙💙

A bit spoilery…. kind of…. Not sure how to tag this since it is kinda dark so… yeah

"Take it easy out there, will ya? You’re making me look bad." >"What, may we ask, were you going to do with a Vex teleporter?" "Get up close and personal with Ghaul, Put a bullet in his head. The maybe eat a sandwich. Gotta work on a few kinks first. Fun fact about Vex tech; not as intuitive as you would think." >"Cayde, you can’t do this alone." "The hell I can’t." - Cayde-6 to Ghost

HERE IS MY TAKE ON GENJI because no one asked:

Genji was once a man with nothing but anger in his heart. When he was deployed in Blackwatch, it had blinded him to their clandestine operations. Much more than that, it had blinded him from reality. Genji’s own brother, the one person he had trusted the most, was willing to sacrifice him for no other means than to uphold the very legacy Genji had been born into. In his youth, he felt blessed to be a Shimada. But after that day, he realized his name was nothing more than a curse.

But he had grown wiser, saw the error of his ways once he had trained under Zenyatta. His mind was no longer fogged with turmoil. Rather, he had come to peace with the events of his past. He had considered himself a different man, then. Forged himself anew, approached life with a different perspective. And when he met you, he felt his life changing for the better. Butterflies arose in his chest, his heart fluttered, and he cherished every moment the two of you shared.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was feeding the dragon inside him he never wanted to awaken. But he couldn’t deny who he was, a Shimada. It was in his blood to fight for what he wanted, to possess you in anyway he could. All his efforts to suppress his desires had no effect. No amount of excess training nor meditation could stop him from thinking of you. In fact, his deepest fears were only beginning to fester further the more he tried to neglect them. Impulses and compulsions began to manifest. He followed you. Learned your routine and centered his life around it, sneaking long walks to trace your every move. You were none the wiser, thinking every meeting was nothing more than a coincidence. He endeared your naivety and your innocence that allowed him to remain in the shadows of your life.

The anger that had once consumed him before had begun to turn into something far more dangerous. Love. Because he wanted it. He didn’t want to dispel it like a plague, he wanted to nurture it, allow it to blossom into the most beautiful flower. Loving you from afar made him feel whole. Tore him apart from what ailed him, soothed his aching soul that hadn’t felt so light as when he was with you.

When Genji’s father passed, there was no room for love in his life. His father kept their family pure. He and Hanzo were unadulterated by the thirst for power, he had hardly understood it then. All he knew was the freedom to frolick in his family’s luxuries and his own youthful innocence.

Though now he had liberated himself from his former trauma, he enjoyed your company because it reminded him of those simpler times. You were kind to him, just as he remember his mother’s kindness before she too tragically passed. But he could feel the love he was yearning for in you, and he would to anything to take it.

Rainy morning at home base.

Its not even something you can recognize at first. You don't know you're awake but you don't know you're asleep. Everything is soft and blurry to your senses half-awake. Your hand out on Hazard's chest, head over his arm. You had a blanket over you at some point- you think it's around your waist and legs now. You want to move and check, but that would blow away the warm fuzziness all over your body. You're halfway between real life and dreamland, and excited to go back after all.

The rain on the window above you is just loud enough to be heard over the hum of the room's air conditioning and the shuffling of early birds further out in the base. Life continues to live, but soft and muted. Rain gives soft dribbles against the wall and the occasional sharp tick against the glass. Somebody cheers in the mainroom, a car horn honks briefly. Your eyes struggle to stay open as thunder rumbles high in the atmosphere. All the white noise keeps you pleasantly numb, mind stimulated but nothing to force it awake and processing.

Hazard shuffles, a slight up and down of his shoulders. You feel the cot beneath you move, and idly move your hand. Fingers splay weakly along his chest- a partial attempt at soothing some nonexistent worry. His turn to hum, now. Even with only one arm on, he easily manages to roll you into him, arm folded up along your shoulders. He curls into you like he's clutching a stuffed animal. The temperature shift is immediate, and your eyes fall shut as the chill of the rain is washed away by the heat radiating off your lovers body.

Your face presses against him, forehead to the patchy chest hair that can grow through his various scars. Your ankles would never be able to reach his, but they can meet the end of his thighs- metal hydraulics removed for the sake of your bed sheet. He's here. You're here. It smells like Hazard- his natural odor and remnants of sweat and oil from his body mods. He hasn't needed to use his chalk, right. Because he's in bed. He's asleep, faint rumbling sinus snore as he holds you. And you're warm and safe in his arms- already asleep again before you know.

My overwatch OTP ^^ ♡♥♡♥

Hi! I got a small idea for my Genji request, so I'll share it with you. Imagine growing up with the Shimadas, always being so close to them up, having promises of marrying the younger brother - until Genji's murder - resulting in reader's family backing them away completely due to fear of the actions. I would love if you could write a bit of how Genji would feel, what would he do when he finally sees reader again - since they're unhappily married off to a rich merchant. And a simple wish escapes their lips -- "Take me with you." -Nia

Oooo we love angsty Shimada stories! Hopefully this meets your expectations!

Genji x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1334

For the majority of your childhood years, you spent them with the Shimada’s, more specifically Hanzo and Genji Shimada. The two brothers were practically your brothers with the amount of time that you had spent with them. 

The three of you would play in the Shimada castle, running around playing tag or hide and seek. The elders let you, of course, you were kids after all. They allowed you to have fun despite their beliefs in raising the brothers. 

However, whilst Hanzo was growing older, his playtime grew shorter and he grew more intimidating. Less like a kid, but more of a boy following strict rules. Genji, on the other hand, was still running through the garden with you whenever you visited. While your parents discussed many a topic with his parents, the pair of you continued to play games. 

No matter the day, no matter the weather, Genji would always find something to do. Some days consisted of roaming the garden, or sat in his room playing games on his consoles. Other days the pair of you were trying to distract Hanzo or pulling him to come play with you despite his best efforts to decline. 

There were silly little games, one of which was pretending to be married to the younger brother. Both being a giggling mess, it caught the attention of your parents who then deemed it suitable for you to marry the younger Shimada. The elder Shimada’s agreed and with firm handshakes from both families, it was then set in stone. 

The older brother knew, of course, what was going to happen between his younger brother and you. He was told about most of the family affairs… and then he was told about all the wrong his brother was doing as they hit their young adulthood… 

Then the fateful day had arrived. Hanzo bit back what tears he had, straightened his attire before setting out to the training hall where he found his brother. Genji’s deep meditation came to a grinding halt when he heard footsteps approaching, and thinking nothing of it, tried to focus on his breathing once more. 

Spattered blood marked the floor as screams echoed around the room. Genji tried to run from the monster that was his brother but slash after slash came, cutting into his body and almost bleeding him dry. 

The pain was unbearable for the younger brother as his body lay limp on the ground, the life slowly fading from him as the last sight he witnessed was his brother standing over him, muttering “I’m sorry” as tears streamed down his face. 

Things weren’t the same from then on. Hanzo never saw the removal of his brothers body, assuming that the elders took care of it. The Shimada clan kept it on the downlow, nobody knew that Genji was murdered, just that he mysteriously vanished that night.

From there on, your family completely withdrew you from the Shimada’s, more so in fear of what would happen to you if you were to do something wrong. Rumours were quickly spread around Hanamura; how the Shimada’s assassinated the younger boy, or how he ran away after some unfortunate event. Some ladies claimed he ran from his shame. 

If only they truly knew… 

Genji knew. 

He was still alive. 

His appearance had change significantly. From what he was, a human boy, to a half cyborg man. At first, he hated his body, but there was something that was eating away at him more so than his hatred of himself. 

He wondered what you would think. 

Where are you? Are you okay? Does Hanzo still speak of me? Is my family treating you well? I miss you. I want to get married to you again. Remember our childhood days? I was so happy with you, I felt at home with you. You were someone I trusted, someone I felt safe with… Where are you, [y/n]? How is life treating you?

So many questions that were to be left unanswered as he laid in this uncomfortable medical bed being fed through a tube as his body recovered. 

Do you still think of me, [y/n]? I’m still thinking of you. I need you here. Please… Someone tell [y/n] that I’m alive… I need to see them… 

Someone would probably consider it possessive, obsessive even. His head isn’t on right, too high on drugs. He had muttered your name more times than one, medics trying to unscramble the words that spilled over. 

Days turned into weeks and those weeks into months and while Genji was still recovering, his mind was still replaying his childhood. The days he spent running with you in the garden, hiding under his bed from Hanzo, beating you at video games. Then he wondered where everything went wrong. Why did he deserve to be cut up like his? Why did he have to be mutilated? Why by his own brother?

—

Spring in Hanamura was serene. With the cherry blossoms falling to the asphalt below, the residents continued to prepare for the spring festivals. The streets were bustling with life, stalls were being set up and the smell of food seeped through every open window within the vicinity. 

The majority of the residents had forgotten about the whole Shimada situation, having happened several years prior. By forgetting and moving on, they were doing themselves a favour. 

However, there was one household in particular that didn’t forget, and that was yours. Not a night went by when you didn’t think about the missing Shimada. You had begged night and day with Hanzo and the elders for them to tell you what had happened but they refused each request. 

Eventually, you gave up begging, you gave up looking for answers. You just had to accept that Genji was gone. 

You had to accept that you were married to someone you didn’t even love. You shared the same bed with this man, had sex with him many nights in the week but each time was just to satisfy his needs.

You did not want him. 

You wanted Genji. 

Each day you hoped he would appear, a miracle in itself if he truly was murdered. So when you wandered through the festival streets that were overcrowded with vendors and customers, you had to look twice at the man who was stood in the middle of the street. 

Despite the hood and the metal, those eyes had never felt more familiar, so when the man turned and ducked into a nearby alley, you followed. Squeezing through the tight gap, you ended up on an empty street and there he was, stood beside the wall on the left. 

“[y/n].” That voice… 

“Genji…” You muttered, almost in disbelief. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” He responded as his hand came up to caress your cheek to which you leaned into without hesitation. “I have been so scared. I only wanted to see you, to make sure you were okay.”

“You’re alive.” With a quiet voice and tears pricking your eyes, all you could do was stare at him. “What happened to you?” 

“That is a long story.” He looked down at your hands as he grabbed them. “You are married?” 

“I wish I wasn’t.” You half smiled. “Genji…” 

“I know.” He sighed. “Are you happy?” 

You shook your head. “No. Every night I laid awake thinking about you.” 

Genji chuckled. “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be in this life.” His tone was full of sadness, it was pained. 

“I still want to be with you.” 

The ninja cupped your cheeks before he pressed his forehead against yours. “I know, koibito.” Genji then placed the metal half of his face against your cheek, mimicking a kiss. 

“This is goodbye…?” Tears pricked your eyes once more as you stared at him. He only nodded before turning and vanishing into the night.

Before he truly left, however, he heard your final request, one that pained him deeply. 

“Take me with you…”