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Drew a shit ton of genji ma boi
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softly.... takes genji's hands in his own and brings them to his face for an approximation of a kiss to the knuckles. ' sweetheart... will you sit with me a while? '
@samanupatiika
He allows his hands to be taken, and a smile graces his lips when a mockery of a kiss is pressed to his knuckles. Zenyatta could be so cheesy at times- Genji doesn’t mind.
He’s already sitting, tilts his head to the side in a way that says ‘of course, join me’ and he smiles all too brightly at his master.
“Is there something troubling you, master?”
#samanupatiika#hi i tried#IC : verse ( main: post-recall )#SHIP : samanupatiika ( your touch and grace; all of time cannot erase )
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Make me feel / tobenaisuzume
98. my muse tries to protect yours from certain death / @tobenaisuzume
It was an inevitable thing, danger. A thing of war, of bravery, a thing Zenyatta hardly had time to mull over between missions, not now, not in crisis.
Not with Genji by his side.
So when danger truly comes? He is so unprepared. Not ready at all. He has seen horrors and lived, but nothing in the world could prepare him for this.
Genji smiles even with bullets in his chest, even when he is seeping red out onto the cold soil, he keeps smiling. Neither of them had seen it coming, and neither of them could stop it - to have another try!
Zenyatta cares little for danger when he rushes to sit by his beloved sparrow’s side, his sparrow who smiles with bloodied teeth and clipped wings, who can hardly breathe but still looks as dazzling as ever.
‘ I will not let you go, Genji. I will never let you go - and for that I am not sorry. ‘
Rarely does Zenyatta’s voice waver, but now it is glitching and breaking down, even as he takes those cold metal hands into his own.
‘ You have me. You have all of me. ‘
And oh, he glows. Zenyatta flares and shines in brilliant gold, head tipped back as he crosses the threshold, gripping Genji close, giving him all. Everything Zenyatta is and has. He gives and gives until his sight shorts out, until he cannot think, until his battery fails, he gives Genji everything; the wounds knit themselves back together, bullets expelled, and Zenyatta keeps giving.
He cannot stop, now. Genji has all of him.
Zenyatta gives until his reserves empty, rushing through overdrive, and the jieba on his head flashes a last, burning light, bright enough that the pilot of the drop-ship trying to land has to shield his eyes.
He shuts down on Genji’s chest, empty and dull.
#SHIP : samanupatiika ( your touch and grace; all of time cannot erase )#saved //#bitch this is not okay
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fromtheshadcws:
He’s not used to making people grin like that anymore. Usually, whenever the Reaper gets a smile, it’s either gleeful because they have managed to find him in a bad way - or worse, something soft and pitiful that they think will break through his carefully constructed defenses, past the armor and to the man underneath it. Or whatever passes for it.
Genji’s smile - it’s genuine and happy and for a moment, Gabriel just stares, unsure; then, his hand falls away and he nods. It’s short and curt but - genuine, too. He hopes.
“Fine. Come on, then.”
Gabriel puts the mask back on and turns, doesn’t bother to see if Genji follows him. He can feel the man’s presence with him.
Follow me until the end of the world, indeed.
The journey to the safehouse is short and relatively boring, spent in silence; if only because Gabriel isn’t sure what to say, and besides - he’d rather talk somewhere that’s safe, where he knows for a fact that the walls don’t have ears because he checked them all personally. More than once.
He lets Genji inside with a careful glance, fingers wiping over the locked keypad; it’s not much, an old Blackwatch shelter that he repurposed just for this. It’s not meant to be a permanent thing and it shows; past a mattress on the floor, some simple furniture and a computer, there isn’t much in the way of.. Well, anything.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
When he finally breaks the silence, he doesn’t look at Genji; instead, Gabriel busies himself with unclasping his mask and depositing it on the table. Eyes averted, he still knows Genji is watching him; or guesses he is, anyway. Like he’s some sideshow thing, which he guesses he is, now.
“The second chance. You leaving made sense. Just like it did for- for McCree. Blackwatch and Overwatch are gone. People move on.”
Genji’s faceplate is picked up and latched back onto his face, but he’s quick to follow, and the green light of his visor pulses with... excitement? He’s unsure.
He doesn’t talk the whole trip to the safehouse, it’s short- fortunately, he thinks- and Genji is almost embarrassed that he hadn’t cared to check old Blackwatch shelters before but then- he hadn’t known Gabriel was the Reaper, had he?
It’s still hard to believe- Genji doesn’t care that Gabriel has likely killed so many people, it’s what they did in Blackwatch too, isn’t it? The only thing he cares about- the only thing he finds hard to believe, even when faced with the facts- is that Gabriel Reyes is alive and... here. Here with him. Here and willing to talk to him- to maybe even let him stay.
To let him make up for everything he ever did wrong.
It’s a good feeling, Genji realizes. One he never wants to forget.
Why do you keep saying that?
Gabriel’s question catches him off guard, if only because he was too busy just... lost in thought. But his smile is bitter behind his faceplate- until he removes it and walks over to the table, placing it right next to Gabriel’s mask.
“Because if I had not left Blackwatch- if I had not left you- maybe I could have helped. Somehow, some way.” he pauses, trails off and sighs then, and the sound is more robotic than anything. “But I left and you-” You died. But he doesn’t say it, can’t bring himself to say it- because it still hurts to think of it- still hurts to remember that he had mourned, that he’d locked himself in his room at the monastery until Zenyatta had forced him out.
He shakes his head then, turns back to look at Gabriel- he’s not looking at him and Genji starts to feel a little self-conscious about his body. Even if there’s no need to be. But even if he’s at peace with himself, he’s not as... good looking as he used to be. The scars littering his face are prominent and visible from a distance and it’s obvious he’s more machine than anything else to the naked eye.
“You were always there for us. But when things got too hard to handle, we both left.” he goes quiet, then smiles sadly and continues, “I was going to come back. I really was. But then it was too late and I heard about the explosion and your deaths and- I relapsed, I shut myself in for weeks. Maybe even months. I did not eat or drink until I was on the verge of collapsing...”
#fromtheshadcws#SHIP : fromtheshadcws ( take my heart and pull it apart )#IC : verse ( pre-recall )#yee it's fine!!#no worries <3
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fromtheshadcws:
Genji is right about one thing, at the very least: Gabriel has no fucking clue what exactly his ex-teammate wants. Even though it seems a confession of love of all things, and part of his brain is still trying to catch up with that, Gabriel can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to it, more to this. Or maybe he’s just fucking paranoid-
Then again. Just because you’re paranoid, rah rah rah.
“If I wasn’t stubborn I would’ve stayed six feet under,” he comments grimly; there’s a smirk tugging at the corners of his scarred lips despite the severity of what happened to him. “Taught you that right then, hm? Never give up. And here you are.”
He wants to say he regrets it. He really, really does. But despite the vulnerability of being in the light like this, both the sun’s own rays and Genji’s soft-green sensors, unrest fizzles out and leaves Gabriel empty with a lack of anger.
Anger, he can direct.
This?
For a moment, he’s just silent; watches his old friend stand almost at parade’s rest, not quite saluting, not quite relaxed, though the fear in his voice has seemed to fizzle out too. Now there’s just raw, aching determination, something he doesn’t deserve-
But he’s selfish and greedy and when someone throws himself at Gabriel’s feet-
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he says softly. But a clawed hand comes up and cups Genji’s remade jaw, thumb sliding over the harsh lines where metal meets flesh. A remarkable piece of work - and despite the machinery, Genji’s expression is human and raw and achingly sincere.
Gabriel sighs.
“There’s a safehouse nearby,” he says instead, ignoring the fact that Genji blames himself, needs an explanation past surprise amigo, I ain’t dead. “We can talk there, if you want to hear it.”
It’s the best I can do for now.
Genji’s eyes follow Gabriel’s every moment, he watches his ex-commander’s hand move up and then he feels it cup his jaw, the synthetic skin soft and pliable; almost like his real skin.
Doctor Ziegler did good, he thinks, even if back then all he wanted was revenge and- how he hated his body. He’s more machine than flesh, still, and even if his heart is more machine than flesh, too, there’s still human emotions that he feels.
A heart isn’t needed to feel for someone, he supposes.
And perhaps Genji’s expression lightens up way too quickly- perhaps he’s way too happy that Gabriel is giving him the choice; that he’s not being pushed away despite everything he’s done.
Genji doesn’t find it in himself to care about it right now, though.
“Yes!” Genji exclaims, before he clears his throat awkwardly and moves one of his own hands up to rest on top of Gabriel’s, his cheeks colored a faint red in embarrassment but he’s smiling- lets his head lean into Gabriel’s hand all too happily.
“Let us go, we have much to talk about.”
If Gabriel is selfish and greedy, then Genji is, too. Because now that he’s face to face with the one and only person he’s ever held actual feelings of admiration and love for- well, he won’t let himself be separated from him again. It was a mistake to leave, even if his time with Zenyatta and the Shambali monks did good for him, and Genji isn’t about to make the same mistake twice.
Genji is happy, and while he has been at peace with his body for quite some time now, there’s a big difference between BEING HAPPY and being happy with yourself; even if one cannot happen without the other.
“... Thank you. For giving me another chance.” he speaks, softly, the words barely audible as they leave him, but they’re sincere and Genji means them.
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“Of course I am, did you miss the goddamn memo again, Shimada?” Gabriel, helplessly, smirks at how stupid this is; a dead, broken face pulled into an expression that is all too painfully familiar and he knows, knows deep down that it’s a bad idea. But Genji knows now, anyway. The consequences are-
for a little bit later.
And part of him is glad to see that his old friend might have changed, might have grown, but not to the point of becoming unrecognizable. If he hadn’t seen that strength in Shimada he would have never offered him a second chance to begin with but this kid, this stupid reckless kid tainted by a bloodline that was worse for him than he’d known, he so stubbornly lived that Gabriel couldn’t help but feel for him. With him.
And he’s still here, which - Gabriel is glad for. Even if it complicates things, even if the soft, soft kiss makes him ache in more ways than one.
“Don’t, Genji,” comes the weirdly gentle reply. Without the mask Gabriel’s voice is only just a little rougher than it used to be, colored by age and wear, raspy and deep but most definitely recognizable. “Don’t-”
Don’t what, Gabriel, he chastises himself. Don’t promise shit you can’t follow up on? Don’t believe in this dumb fairy tale? Don’t leave your flank open when I can rip right through it?
Don’t forgive me?
“Maybe I should be,” he grumbles, brow knitted in fury-worry-pain. “I meant what I said. Gabriel Reyes died. This- I can’t be your Commander anymore, you realize that, right?”
Genji doesn’t let the kiss linger any longer than it has to, he pulls away when Gabriel speaks again and glances down at the floor with a sigh. Gabriel was always stubborn, Genji recalls, and he lets his gaze soften when he looks back up at his ex-commander.
“I do not want you to be my commander.” Genji’s voice is quiet, soft and gentle, but it holds so many emotions- so much pain and RELIEF- and he smiles at Gabriel before taking a step back and bringing both arms behind him. He intertwines his fingers and keeps his resilient gaze on Gabriel. Because it is Gabriel, maybe it’s another- changed- Gabriel but it is still the Gabriel Reyes he knew.
The Gabriel Reyes he loved and loves still.
“You have no idea what I want.” he mutters, letting his eyes close for a moment before he’s reaching out to cup Gabriel’s face again and he moves onto the tips of his toes- because he’s too fucking short for this (but for Gabriel, it’s something he doesn’t care about).
“You are still stubborn. Then again, I guess I am, too.” he pauses, letting his gaze wander over Gabriel’s features- still Gabriel- before continuing, “I will not leave you. I made a mistake that I still regret to this day.” It’s his fault that Gabriel ended up like this after all, isn’t it?
I love you. Genji wants to say it, but he can’t bring himself to say it- he’s never confessed to anyone before. He’s never felt this way for anyone before. The fear of rejection- of being 100% rejected lingers in his heart, however. Causes his throat to constrict and his heart to squeeze in its cage.
“Please, Gabriel, let me be with you. Let me make up for what I did.” And if you ever grow tired of me, then you have permission to kill me.
Because only death would stop Genji at this point.
#fromtheshadcws#SHIP : fromtheshadcws ( take my heart and pull it apart )#IC : verse ( pre-recall )#genji blaming himself for gabriel's change is heavy in my heart
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It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!
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So I was discussing this ship with @saburwulf, @scienceisadesiretoknow, @kusuarts, @keedot and @battleferrets today and felt like doing a little doodle of them in copics. And why not draw smokey monster face Reaper amirite
I think Genji is a little caught off-guard, but probably not going to change his mind.
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#SHIP : fromtheshadcws ( take my heart and pull it apart )#sweats#this is so good#AES : images ( genreaper )#i love spartadog tbh#OP is amazin
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@redgunslinger / from here
✉ [txt to: Gen]: technically, yes
✉ [txt to: Gen]: but I don’t think that’s how it works
✉ [txt to: Gen]: I’m pretty sure you’d just die
✉ [txt to: Gen]: for the love of god, don’t drink more than one
✉ [txt to: Gen]: if anything happens to you i
✉ [txt to: Gen]: are you there?
✉ [txt to: Gen]: DON’T DRINK MORE THAN ONE, GENJI
[text to: Yeehaw]: ... i just drank three of them
[text to: Yeehaw]: and i am feeling very dizzy
[text to: Yeehaw]: but i feel like i can do anything
[text to: Yeehaw]: you s
[text to: Yeehaw]: you should try this sometime
[text to: Yeehaw]: ...
[text to: Yeehaw]: actually probably not a good idea
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redgunslinger:
✉ [txtto: Gen]: kinda figured ya still had an arm
✉ [txtto: Gen]: I’m glad you texted me though
✉ [txt to: Gen]: I’ll come to get you
✉ [txtto: Gen]: you should text Ange too, just in case
✉ [txt to: Gen]: but yeah I’ll take you to her
✉ [txtto: Gen]: what did you do, Gen? how bad is it?
[text to: Yeehaw]: i am just outside the training room
[text to: Yeehaw]: i managed to crawl out of it
[text to: Yeehaw]: there is nobody outside so i had to text you
[text to: Yeehaw]: ange? oh, right
[text to: Yeehaw]: yeah i will text her
[text to: Yeehaw]: and, truthfully, i do not think you want to know how bad it is
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@redgunslinger / from here
✉ [txt to: Gen]: WHAT
✉ [txt to: Gen]: again???
✉ [txt to: Gen]: did you break yourself, or your surroundings?
✉ [txt to: Gen]: you know
✉ [txt to: Gen]: one of these days, you’re gonna give me a heart attack
✉ [txt to: Gen]: where are you
✉ [txt to: Gen]: so I can help you NOT hurt yourself any more
[text to: Yeehaw]: uhhhh
[text to: Yeehaw]: both?
[text to: Yeehaw]: i still have one arm at least!
[text to: Yeehaw]: i am fine but
[text to: Yeehaw]: i would appreciate it if you could bring me to dr. ziegler
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' are you from japan? i would gladly get on my japa-knees for you. '
@samanupatiika
“…” He doesn’t say anything at first, keeps his gaze on Zenyatta; unamused and slightly embarrassed.
Why is his boyfriend like this? Why?
Puns are terrible, really, or at least most of them are. This one? Well, it’s one of the BAD ones.
He brings his non-cybernetic hand up to his face and just lets it rest there before a sigh forcibly pushes its way past his lips.
“Master, I love you but please never make that pun again. Ever.”
#samanupatiika#IC : verse ( main: post-recall )#SHIP : samanupatiika ( your touch and grace; all of time cannot erase )
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@samanupatiika
Cultist & sanzang
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leans aaaaall the way over to genji just to grab his hand and nuzzle it. ( ´ ∀ ` )
@samanupatiika
He’s just gonna pat Zenyatta’s face with the hand he’s nuzzling.
#SHIP : samanupatiika ( your touch and grace; all of time cannot erase )#samanupatiika#IC : verse ( main: post-recall )
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some softy from my usual hardcore
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Genji Gets Thrown Across the Map: The Saga Continues [x x x]
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redgunslinger:
He reacts to the slight jolt with a fast, but very minimal retraction of his own hand, then slowly places it back down.
A soft sigh. The last thing he wanted is to lose the other’s trust. “Ya know you can talk to me about anythin’, right? What are ya curious about, Gen?” His voice is low and hinted with worry. “… I know, I probably need to shave…” He mutters just under his breath.
Genji’s gaze turns apologetic for a moment when Jesse’s hand leaves his but he slowly relaxes when it’s placed back down at a snail’s pace and doesn’t come unexpected. He spreads his fingers out a little, curious about the feel of Jesse’s facial hair tickling his palm and his breath leaves him in a barely audible sigh; cheeks dusted a very light pink.
“It is nothing bad, I... was curious about what your facial hair felt like-” he trails off, a little embarrassed but brings his other, metallic, hand onto the other side of Jesse’s face and then SQUEEZES.
“It kind of suits you, I do not think you need to shave...”
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