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bakerstreet2016-12-03 04:23 pm
sonofasock) wrote in bakerstreet2016-12-03 04:23 pm
i see trees that are green, red roses too
soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂
type of au;
1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own
situation;
1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:
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It's not the most graceful of moves - Genji ends up with a faceful of hair and has to bite down on the wince when Hanzo clips his torso with an elbow, but better this than the alternative. Dr. Ziegler had left most of his armor in a neat stack by his visor, so even his cybernetic arms are stripped down to smooth leathery organofibers rather than the metal exoskeleton to which Hanzo is accustomed.
But, for once, Genji's not thinking about the state of his ruined body. It's been weeks since they've had a moment alone like this, and now that he's instigated it - well, it'll take more than Hanzo's usual tactics to get him to stand down.
Only after he's managed to nuzzle away the bulk of Hanzo's hair does he attempt to respond. ]
If you were really concerned about me, you would've brought me flowers. And you would've jumped into my arms as soon as I opened them. I see through your false concern.
[ It's peevish and teasing in turn. Hanzo's weight on him has no real impact: his cybernetics were built to withstand much more weight, and even the lingering weakness from injury is only that - weakness. If anything, Genji welcomes the warmth of a heartbeat against his own. ]
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It's not the same as being in one of their rooms, having the doors locked and allowing themselves privacy. Anyone could walk in, anyone might step through the doors and see them like this and not understand, and Hanzo is incredibly conscious of it. He's conscious of the fact that he can feel the weight of the world's judgement upon him; he had lived with his own personal judgement for long enough that he can bear it, but to risk losing all that he had made for himself here at Overwatch... It makes him feel tense and anxious, uncomfortable and uncertain.
It doesn't matter, though, does it? Not when Genji is here in his arms and he can feel safe and comfortable, when he can reach out and feel that his brother is alive and that his injuries will heal. He can touch him and know that there's nothing that will separate them, and it warms him - it makes him feel as though he can survive anything as long as they're together.
Is that not what Soulmates are for? Is that not the point of them? ]
Of course. I am here simply to make sure that your wounds did not knock your brain from your head. It seems I was correct to worry.
[ Genji might be the natural joker, but Hanzo knows how to tease as well, and he lifts his head up to look at his younger brother, expression tender and soft. He can't hide his concern or his worry, not really, and his fingers brush over his brother's face and neck before relaxing and falling away, his head bowed ever so slightly. ]
Perhaps I will speak to the doctor about repairing that, too.
i love that your icon turned out to be prophetic
Maybe it's a character deficit to believe that he can solve all of Hanzo's insecurities by loving him with a thousand times the exuberance every time they come together, but Genji's always been the cocky one of the two of them. And even if Angela walks in on them - she, of all people, knows about confidentiality. As much as Genji might have wanted her to spread the news that Hanzo sprawled in Genji's arms is to be expected, she'll keep her mouth shut.
And maybe Genji wants to show off what's now irrevocably his. Hanzo's a damn good catch, if he says so himself - and whatever they've been through, together and apart, has only made the inevitability of their current state all the more significant.
His initial concern about Hanzo's reaction to his body now seems so insignificant. Only a sheet preserves Genji's nudity - organic and nonorganic meshed into a gristly patchwork - from Hanzo's view, and he feels none of the same shame he'd felt that first night. He is what he is, and one day Hanzo will ask to see him. He won't hesitate like he's hesitated this long. ]
Well, you could say that's your fault.
[ Hanzo won't have to look up to see the lascivious look on his face. Genji curls an arm about his waist, keeping him close. ]
I have a bad habit of losing my head when you're around me.
my dreams must come true
He had trained for a long time to learn to focus on one thing rather than another, to let himself dwell on happiness rather than uncertainty. Hanzo had been nothing but dutiful to the clan and put himself low on the list of things that he ought to be concerned for, behind his father, being the clan, behind honour and duty and even behind Genji. Was it not time for him to accept some kind of happiness for himself? Has it not been long enough?
Guilt might gnaw at him, but there is no escaping it. He will have to accept that alone, no matter how much Genji wished for them to share more. There is only so much Hanzo can do and he is sure his brother is aware of it. Being here, laying with him, accepting him and the nature of what they will now be to one another... That is more than he had ever imagined, and it is enough. It's enough.
It doesn't mean he takes kindly to the teasing and he leans back to look down at his brother with a raised brow, unable to help himself. ]
It is not my fault.
[ Tilting his head up, he presses a gentle kiss to Genji's forehead. ]
You would lose your head even if I were not around. It is a good thing it is attached to you.
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Regardless, Genji doesn't say anything about it. Better to have Hanzo near than to give him yet another reason to feel guilty. Dr. Ziegler will return any minute now, and she'll likely chase Hanzo out to run Genji's diagnostics - better to keep Hanzo near until the very last minute.
It's not that he's particularly over-the-top in his romanticism. But he's been denied his brother's honesty for too long; now his greed won't be abated by something as trivial as an extra frisson of pain.
Genji's pout is exaggerated, intended to make Hanzo roll his eyes at him. ]
If you're going to kiss me, do it properly.
[ And he raises his brow to mirror Hanzo's expression, expectant. ]
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The doctor will return soon and Hanzo will have to push himself away from his brother and they will pretend that this is nothing more than brotherly desperation colouring his skin and leaving him with tears in his eyes. It is not the same as what it could have been and they're all aware of it - another time, another place, and the thoughts continue to haunt him.
Still, all Genji does is pout and all Hanzo can do is resist the urge to roll his eyes, huffing a quiet noise as he looks down at his soulmate.
It's hard not to roll his eyes and he leans close, almost as if he is going to give into his brother's wishes before his lips curl. ]
I am not having our first kiss be with you in a hospital bed, Genji Shimada.
[ And then he leans away, settling. ]
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No flowers and no kisses, either?
[ Genji hums low in his throat, the lower register making the robotic overlay less obvious. He presses his face into the warm spill of his brother's hair, filling his lungs once and again with that calming scent. Its familiarity settles him, grounds him - just as it had done for him when he was too young to understand his preoccupation with the proud set of his brother's gaze. ]
Then what did you bring to ease your poor precious brother's suffering?
[ If a hand slides down Hanzo's spine to rest at the small of his back - and, perhaps, a bit lower, one can only hope that it won't be commented upon. Or, worse, removed. ]
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I am truly a cruel brother.
[ It's said with a gentle roll of humour, however, as his arms move to sink around the man beside him. Hanzo will not kiss Genji until he is safe and out of hospital - it's both an excuse and a valid reason. He wants to avoid that one thing for as long as possible because that, too, is giving into something he's not sure he can vocalise properly, and his heart shivers in his chest even as he thinks about it.
He holds on to Genji, afraid that if he lets go he'll lose him altogether, and that is unforgivable. ]
Is my company not enough?
[ But, of course, Hanzo shifts, moving his brothers hands away from more intimate areas. For now. Genji pushes and pushes and pushes and all Hanzo can do is pull back, shaking his head. ]
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For now, he lets Hanzo gather him close without complaint, lets his wandering hands fall away, lets his manufactured petulance fall away. ]
How much time do I have, though?
[ There's a flicker of anger in Genji's voice, though he does his best to smother it before it can spread into a conflagration. He catches Hanzo's hand and entwines their fingers, metal to flesh, brother to brother. ]
You'll say you have a mission - one that you've made sure is located somewhere far from me - and then I won't see you for another month. You should have gone to one of the handlers already and demanded to be assigned permanently to my unit.
[ Because Hanzo's company is enough. And that's the problem. ]
So - no. No, it's not enough. [ He's squeezing Hanzo's hand too harshly. He's thinking about all of their differences, all the distances he'll never be able to cross. ] Not unless you promise to stay.
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All he can do is hold on and try not to let his jaw crack from how tense he is. ]
As long as you you like.
[ The anger burns and is far too familiar; rather than fight it all Hanzo can do is let it roll over him, thick and real and deadly, a weight in his chest that he cannot deny. It burns because he knows his brother has all the right in the world to be angry and he can do nothing to contest it. ]
I cannot promise to stay. Not when we are both part of Overwatch. I cannot promise to become a part of your unit, either, considering we are brothers and they are unlikely to allow us to work too closely for fear of our relationship causing us to forget the mission.
[ Instead, he breathes out and focuses. Blue light prickles around him and he summons the power that lies dormant - just to let the dragons come and settle with his brother. They sit at his shoulders before moving to curl around Genji, content to be with their brethren once more. ]
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There's moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes, darkening his lashes -- these had been the dragons who had cleaved his spirit from his body, as dear to him as the spirit power that lies parenthetical to his own heart. Even if his brother has returned to him, he'd believed this particular aspect of their relationship lost to him forever. The dragons are a manifestation of his brother's heart, but too much had been broken between them. Despite himself, despite his tendency towards optimism, he'd believed his own dragon alone in the world.
He reaches for his brother's twin dragons, but his cybernetic fingers feel inadequate for the task. Clumsy, clumsy fingers, without the flesh-and-blood immediacy that he desires. Calling his own dragon is an afterthought, the power bursting from him in a waterfall spill of green light. Unlike his brother's soft, controlled mastery of his dragons, Genji's has always exploded into being like a dying star.
It flickers in circles and figure-eights, its excitement palpable. Unlike Hanzo's two, Genji's dragon doesn't settle: it slides along each of its brethren, once and again, darts to Hanzo's side, before fading again into a series of excited circles. Genji, Hanzo, its two brother dragons: from one to the other it flits, never settling upon one target. ]
We aren't only brothers. You are mine. Mine only. [ says Genji, his voice cracking on the word brothers. He'd meant to sound accusatory, but the dragons coiled around him have moved him to tenderness; only resignation remains. ] If Overwatch knew of our soul bond, they would never think to keep us apart.
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Their nature as soulmates makes what he has done all the more disgusting and unforgivable. He rose up and not only slaughtered his brother but also slaughtered the other half of his very being without pause. He would have to admit that he had been able to see the world in vibrant colour since he was three years old and that he had lived knowing that his other half was his brother by blood and birth - how could he explain that to his teammates? They had only just begun to trust him; this would shatter that.
All the same, he knows that it would make Genji happy. His dragons move, curling around the familiar shape of his younger brother and all Hanzo can do is breathe out, relaxing a little even as the thoughts get trapped on the tip of his tongue. They twist and push into Genji's hands, shift up to press at the curve of his neck and move to dance along his body, happy to be free to show their affection in a way that Hanzo himself feels completely unable.
Genji's dragon follows, and Hanzo swallows, the green image darting around his vision and skipping in and out of sight even as he tries to chase it with a set gaze. Leaning back, Hanzo can do no more than close his eyes, trying to find the right words. ]
You are very possessive. [ He is trying to change the topic, to keep it away from matters of their bond and what it means to the higher ups and keepers of Overwatch. ] I am surprised you allow me out of your sight.
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And yet - what a coward he is.
Genji's dragon reaches for Hanzo first. Before Genji himself knows to forge the words upon his red-hot iron heart. A candlelit flicker of green coiling about Hanzo's neck, pressing its tiny snout to his cheek. Timing its tiny breaths to the catch and release of Hanzo's lungs. There, it stills. ]
I love you.
[ says Genji, like the seasons changing, like the inevitability of sunrise after moonfall. That Hanzo belongs to him is a truth as natural as the way Genji folds his body about his brother's now. That Genji belongs to Hanzo in turn - equally so. ]
But that's not why I am sure that you have nothing to fear in exposing what we are. You were meant to be mine from the very beginning - call it possessiveness, but you know it's true - but that's not why I feel this way. [ Genji is blunt and rarely diffident about the way he feels, but it's clear that even he is having trouble with this level of honesty. He swallows. Tries again. ] It's - it's because you are good and kind and noble despite the life that you've been forced to live. Because even when I was angriest at you I still thought of you when I needed strength. You don't see that - you only see my death - and so you fear what the others will think --
[ His cybernetic fingers carding through Hanzo's hair, tucking the gray-streaked locks behind an ear. His thumb tracing the shell of that ear, gentle as a song. ]
But they know, brother. They'll know that you were in a terrible situation -- and they'll respect you for getting through it. For still being good and kind and idiotically noble despite all of that.
[ And, because Genji is Genji -- ]
And if they don't? They'll find themselves on the wrong side of Ryu Ichimonji.
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As much as he wishes he could be the man he thinks Genji sees he does not feel as though it is possible.
The dragon comes and Hanzo wants to cry. It has been so long, such a long time, and he feels the weight of it deep in his chest and the pain thick around his heart, as though it's trying to stop him from living - but he pushes himself through it, forces himself to breathe, to rise up and stand taller, and it's enough. It has to be enough, even when Genji speaks.
They are curled around each other and it works, they fit, because it was always meant to be so. They were made and born for one another, and denying that was denying their very existence.
As soon as the words come from Genji's mouth Hanzo wants to move, to flee, to deny them and stand tall and cross and annoyed. He is not strong and he is not kind nor noble, and he cannot understand why Genji can offer him such compliments and sweetness after what has come between them. It's enough to make him want to squeeze his eyes shut and enough for his stomach to rebel against him, but the fingers in his hair soothe him even as he desperately tries to fight back. ]
I think you see more in me than is present.
[ At least the last comment makes Hanzo huff a noise of amusement, fighting back the smile that wants to rest on his face. ]
Genji... [ He turns and presses his face into his brother's neck, heedless of metal and injury and wound and the dragons that curl around their bodies, and he just breathes, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Hanzo, for all the years between them, has so rarely cried over the events of his brother's near death and he refuses to begin now. ]
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Pain is a fleeting thing. What comes afterwards, what you do in the aftermath of that pain — that's what matters.
But Hanzo stands facing the past, unable to break off the shackles that the clan slapped onto him all those years ago. Even now, when the clan has fallen into obscurity, when Hanzo has been a free agent for ten years. Genji doesn't know how to share his optimism, so he does the only thing he can: he holds his trembling brother together, hands and mouth gentle when they descend.
The dragons nestle alongside them, blue and green and blue indistinguishable. Genji, smile pressed into the dark spill of Hanzo's hair, finally feels whole. ]
Hush, brother.
[ Murmured, as if he comforts a child. He strokes a hand down Hanzo's flank, soothing. ]
There is no one in this world who knows you as I do. True?
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He does not deserve the kindness nor the sweetness his brother gives him, nor has he in any way earned his forgiveness. He basks in it all the same, desperate for the softest and kindest of words, drowning in them as he waits out the chance for more, to touch his brother - his soulmate - in any way he can.
There are touches, kisses, softness, dragons and brother curled around them, and Hanzo - Hanzo feels overwhelmed, comforted in the most terrifying of ways. ]
You should not be so disrespectful.
[ He's mostly teasing, or making an aborted attempt to tease, and he closes his eyes as he tilts into his brother's embrace, allowing himself to be held and comforted. How strange, that he had come here to make sure his brother lived and was well and he is the one being cared for.
He is truly terrible. ]
True. There is no one to replace you, Genji.