A friend said to me: “do one where Hanzo plays with his man bun”
Yes I’d have to do away with that image stuck in my head and ended up here. This is kind of a fusion between two skins, the casual and halloween since i love the short sides but still prefer the lucious long hair
Welcome to the Overwatch fam! It can get kinda salty up in here, but I hope ya stay!
Also: Dragons. ❤ Love me some personified blue noodles.
It wasn’t uncommon to go days without talking to each other. You worked a lot. Between volunteering at the shelter and helping Dr. Ziegler off-base, it was a wonder you saw each other at all. You had to fight for time together, which meant one of you would wake up in the middle of REM to say good morning or good night, and trying to eat at least one meal together. Often, that meal was a midnight snack after a particularly grueling day.
What was uncommon, however, was to go without seeing the other. You liked to sneak off and spy on him whenever you could, not that your spying was very sneaky at all. And Hanzo would peek in on the clinic if he was passing by, just to see your face.
The last time he saw you was a few days ago, before he was sent with McCree to escort some recruits to Gibraltar. You were stressed, worried about him, and sweetly making him promise to return in one piece. You asked him to let you talk to the spirit dragons, which he did reluctantly, and you made them promise too. The surge of emotion he felt watching you cradle those magnificent beasts heads in your small hands was nearly overwhelming, as was the affection and patience they showed you.
He, of course, made it back safely. It was a low risk mission after all. Without turning on the light, Hanzo locked the door behind him and hopped in the shower, knowing full well how ripe he was. He didn’t want the first thing you smelled to be stress sweat and dirt.
When he finally made it to the bedroom, only a towel hanging on his hips, he froze. It was well past midnight, the bed was empty— perfectly made, in fact— and the curtains were open, letting in silvery moonlight. You hated having the curtains open at night, especially when he wasn’t there, it made you feel vulnerable.
Why were they open? Where were you?
Hanzo strode to the bed and reached for the bedside light before stopping himself. Something felt wrong. Off. Like there was an unfamiliar odor in the air he couldn’t pinpoint, or a far-off radio played a song in an unknown language. Silently, he padded over to the window, keeping in the shadows as he looked along the edges of it.
A rock sunk into the pit of his gut. The window was unlocked. Fingerprint smudges dotted the edge of the glass. Bits of paint flaked from the edge of the window frame. Hanzo clenched his fists, he had made a few enemies on his travels before Overwatch, most were dead, but a few slippery ones would still have a bone to pick with him.
They didn’t know the mistake they made.
3 weeks, you reminded yourself, 3 weeks of uninterrupted darkness would make a person blind. It made you grateful for the sliver of light beneath the door and the sudden blast of light that filled the room when they fed you. It had only been a few days at most, but you knew the unchanging amount of light would mess with your circadian rhythm, so a few days for you could very well be a full week.
You counted the seconds between the shadows that crossed your door. Whoever was keeping guard was doing it at regular intervals. You did the math. You knew how often they passed and when. You kept track of daytime and nighttime by the length of time between meals, it wasn’t likely that someone would go so far as to make “lunch” in the middle of the night just to mess with your timing.
Wedged in the corner of the room, you kept your mind busy like this, using the small bones from your meals to scratch your equations into the wooden floor. The thought of making a weapon crossed your mind, but you knew how ineffective it would be against your captors. Instead, you memorized what you could about the place. What good it would do you, you didn’t know.
Futile as it was, it kept the fear twisting in the pit of your stomach from creeping into your mind. Each time it bubbled up, you beat it back with everything in your arsenal. From calculating the time to determining what you’d be deficient in if you stayed there for any length of time, your busy mind kept you level headed through it all. Though, deep down, you were terrified.
Terrified that you’d never see the light of day again. Terrified that you’d never see Hanzo or your family. Terrified at what your captors might do to you and why they took you in the first place.
But today was different. The footsteps were faster, sharper, and frequent. People passed your door all the time it seemed, and often in groups. Nobody brought you anything to eat and you couldn’t tell when the guard change happened. There was an air of anxiety all around you.
Then you heard it. An unmistakable roar that reminded you of heavenly trumpets. You knew that sound. Shooting up from the corner, you braced yourself against the door and listened with a hopeful smile.
Shouts cut short echoed down the hall. The guard outside shifted, his shadow breaking up the light under the door. Several tense moments passed in silence, your heart thumped harder and harder as the seconds drew long.
“Please,” you whispered and pressed your forehead against the door, doubt creeping through you.
You watched the light beneath the door, fear and hope intermingling as you waited for something to happen. Anything.
Suddenly, the guard stepped back and started firing, shouting into his radio for back-up. You fell to floor and scrambled to the corner, covering your head. With one eye cracked open, you watched the light go from fluorescent white to electric blue.
“I’m here! I’m in here!” you shouted, fully aware that you didn’t need to.
The roar sounded again, angrier and more urgent this time, drowning out the guard’s shouts and gunfire. The door shuddered with the sheer energy moving on the other side of it, electric blue light pulsating through the cracks.
It nearly broke from it’s hinges when the dragons phased through it, searching for you. Their massive forms filled the room, casting light into all corners. You cried out in pain with a smile on your face, shielding yourself from the sudden light. Their eyes, old and wild and powerful as they were, became more puppy-like when they saw you. Within an instant, they nuzzled up to you, their own version of a purr ringing in your ears. You clung to them and pressed your face against theirs, openly sobbing.
Wood splintered in all directions as the door crashed open. You jumped and your head snapped up, eyes wide and painfully trying to focus in the light.
“Hanzo,” you sobbed, a smile finding its way onto your face. He dove between the dragons, who willingly moved aside for their master, and scooped you up in his arms.
“I’m here, beloved,” Hanzo held you tight against him, almost crushing you, “I’m here, and they’ll never take you again. That, I promise.”
Am I the only one that remembers the conspiracy that Sombra found that caused her to destroy her old identity and go into hiding? Like… Why is there no long posts or deep analysis on the possibilities with that and what could happen in the story? Why is there no talk about Sombra potentially gaining allies in Overwatch and sending them info on these higher ups? Why is there no focus on how Sombra is a chaotic good or chaotic neutral person intent on bringing these people down, freeing everyone of their control?
But no, please do go on with the Spanish soap opera jokes and the lolz side of Sombra, that is obviously more interesting and plot relevant to her THAN THE THING THAT CAUSED HER TO CYBERNETICLY ENHANCE HERSELF AND REMAKE HER ENTIRE IDENTITY.
i’ve just been thinking about them a bit and the beauty of McCree and Sombra is that they can both be so mature yet so childish at the same time
they both seem so serious when they have to do their work, but even then they both occasionally goof off, and god damn could you imagine their energy in bed? that would be absolutely electric, and omg i ffeel like tey’re the couple that can talk and laugfh during sex and they’re just completely comfortable with each other but then it can be so intense and mmm i adore them
I received a lovely anon thought about Sombra feeling sick after using her translocator but instead of it being just from the translation, it came from something else.
*wink wonk*
Sickness
McSombra. Pregnancy. Fluff. Vomiting.
The files are hidden behind simple firewalls. Tapping her nails along the purple infected keyboards, she breaks through. The little protection of the company’s secrets are only tissue paper to her. One by one, she breaks the code, taking what wanted to be left hidden.
“Are you finished yet?” Reaper’s voice growls into her ear.
“You always rush me,” she pouts into her commlink, straightening out of the simple office chair. The security guards still lie on the floor. Taking her wires from the computer system, the glowing screen displays a purple skull before crashing completely. Just a little gift she’ll behind.
“Sombra,” his gravel like cords demand as shotguns sound in the background. He must not like the company.
“Meet you at the ship, Gabe,” she says, leaving him to his own task.
Curling her nails into a loose fist, she translocates.
The early morning sun just peeks over the horizon as Sombra appears on top of the roof. Their ship will drop in soon enough after Reaper joins her.
It comes in a sudden wave. Nausea. She grits her teeth before closing her eyes. It will pass soon enough. It will pass, it will pass, it will pass. Breathing in through her nose, and out through her mouth, Sombra keeps her jaw held tightly.
Saliva gathers in her mouth, and she doubles over to vomit.
A/N: So this is a request for McCree, Hanzo, Soldier: 76, and Genji. This part just has McCree and Soldier: 76 because I made it a lot longer than I thought. Stayed tune for part 2 sometime.
McCree:
For somebody who has spent as many years in combat training as yourself, you’d never understand why you had such troubles keeping on your feet. It wasn’t like you weren’t coordinated or anything, but sometimes, when out of combat, you found yourself tripping over everything. Normally, in the shower this wasn’t a problem because you’d placed a mat on the floor of the tub months before after you’d nearly given yourself a concussion. Now, however, your room had been taken away for the time being after an accident regarding some training (fighting) between Hanzo and Genji.
McCree had offered his room up suspiciously fast. While your cheeks had heated up at the prospect, you’d graciously accepted, if only because of the feelings you’d harbored for the cowboy for quite some time.
thank you very much. And I’m just going to do hc’s, hope that’s okay >.<
Soldier 76:
The man is a little old fashion to begin with
Y’know, old habits die hard
No one has ever thought to ask if he has a preference in music or anything like that
In all honesty, there are still a lot of things you wish you knew about your boyfriend
As much as you’d managed to get him to open up to you, a huge feat considering his many years in hiding before, there was still so much to learn about this man you loved
One day though, Soldier paused when he came home to pick up some papers
He could hear music playing in the kitchen. Immediately he went and peeked in
There you were, this old but familiar tune in the background, singing as you twirled around with a broom, unnoticed. Right now you were singing ‘Dream a little dream of me’ by Ella Fitzgerald.
A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you, unnoticed as you continued, your voice soft and off key but he thought it was lovely all the same
As the words ‘Say ‘nighty-night’ and kiss me’ played, Soldier cut in and surprised you when he turned and caught you in a soft kiss. Dropping the broom in surprise, you were surprised as you found your body pressed to his, a hand on your waist and he began to lead you in a dance.
What was even more shocking then this was when he started singing along softly, voice gruff in your ear but the two of you swayed
“I didn’t know you liked this kind of music,” you said in surprised delight, resting your head on his shoulder, smiling as you felt the chuckle deep in his throat
“I should have danced with you like this a long time ago,” he murmured, eyes closed.
Now, whenever the two of you felt like dancing he’d put on this song, like the first time he was ever gifted with the chance to dance with you
Reaper:
Reaper absolutely hates to be disturbed when he’s doing his paperwork
While usually you would go and sit with him, this was the only time he ever asked you stay away
Not even Sombra dared to enter his office during this time
Except this time, you needed some help from him badly
You had an assignment due, which sounded ridiculous. Like it was school or something. But it was due and you needed it extended another day
And who better to ask then your top of the rank boyfriend?
So despite the obvious taboo it was to bother him in this obviously crucial time, you knocked gently
When there was no answer, you wondered if you were wrong and he wasn’t there. Knocking once more, you tried to be patient
Your patience lasted about five seconds
Stepping in, you were about to call his name when you realized that he wasn’t facing the desk. His hood was down and he had his head resting on the back of his chair
It took you a moment as you slowly started stepping toward him to realize that… he had earbuds in. Your big bad edge-lord was listening to music during work
You hadn’t pegged him for that kind of guy. It wasn’t a bad thing, he just didn’t seem like the type to enjoy things like music
Creeping closer, you leaned in and could barely make out a rather familiar tune. Leaning closer yet again, your hand slipped and you fell against his shoulder
Reaper jumped, and you saw his hand go for one of hit shotguns- till he saw you, and a growl ripped from his lips. But you weren’t afraid
“What are you doing?” he snarls. “I told you not to-wait, don’t touch those-!” Reaper wrestled with you for his earbuds, but your determination outweighed his strength, and you managed to wiggle away a bit, putting one to your ear
Freezing, you turned to stare at him. “Is this ‘Sway’ by Julie London?” you asked in awe.
Immediately Reaper ripped the headphones from whatever device he’d been using. “No. There was no music,” he snapped.
Eyes bright with happiness, you ignored his defensive tone and threw yourself on him. “I didn’t know you liked old jazz! Oh, I can’t help loving you even more now!’ you said, pressing kisses all over his scarred face.
Reaper looked taken aback and didn’t know how to respond. “Can we listen to it together? I need to work on my assignment but I want to spend time with you and I can be quiet!” you whined, pouting at him.
Looking ready to refuse, Reaper took one last look at his face and loathed himself for the weakness you gave him. “Fine,” he muttered, and you squealed, kissing him again before pulling up a chair and plugging in the earbuds again.
Surprisingly, you managed to keep yourself quiet, and with each time you asked to do this, Reaper started to grumble less and less
Genji:
Has no real taste in music
I mean, don’t get me wrong
The good news is that he recognizes bad music
Do you know how many old western songs McCree tried to make him listen to in Overwatch? He was almost ready to ask for cybernetic ears just so he could turn the world on mute when McCree sang in his off-key voice at the top of his lungs during training
Or those moments when D.va has this loud, hard rock playing during missions, thinking it helps make the situation more badass
Not even Tracer’s upbeat pop and alternative rock really called to him
In the end, music played little to his life
Of course, you weren’t going to let this slide. This had started as a simple ‘wanting to know you’ question before you two started dating
Now that the two of you were serious, you wanted to find out if there was any kind of music or even one song that called to Genji
So now and then you’d play something and inconspicuously ask if he liked it
It usually ended with a ‘meh’ or a ‘I guess’ and that…was not going to satisfy the thirst for knowledge you had. You needed to know. Surely he had something.
So one day during breakfast you sat him down and started playing all types of music. At first, Genji didn’t mind the experiment
Then he hoped that pretending to like one would cease the harassment by musical standards
Except you were no fool. You know he was lying
You didn’t give up though, until you had no choice but to go on a mission.
When you got back, you sat down on the roof, exhausted
You had no idea where Genji was, but you were starting to suspect this idea was probably a bad one. Genji had looked a bit annoyed when you’d last seen him, probably because all morning you had forced him to go without the quiet he usually liked to help him prepare for the day ahead
Turning on some old jazz, your own personal favorite among music genres, you sat there staring at the sky enjoying the view
You didn’t know how long it was before you heard a thump, and looked over to see Genji sitting next to you. He stared off into the sunset, looking thoughtful. His mask was off, a rare but beautiful sight
“Look, Genji, I’m sorry-” you started to say.
“I like this,” he said after a moment, looking at you. “This music….its nice. Its a little softer sounding then the other voices…. does that make sense?” he asked, wondering if he did
You wondered if he was making it up, but you’d know if he was lying
Who would have thought he’d like Ella Fitzgerald, you thought with a smile and you leaned your head on his shoulder
The two of you sat there, listening to music for the rest of the evening
Summary: Overwatch plans a trip to the beach but while there, Jack’s future s/o feels self-concious and Jack comforts them.
Warnings: Body negativity (everyone is beautiful and don’t let others tell you otherwise
Notes: Hey so I haven’t written in about 2 years so this might be a little (a lotta) rough. But thank you for reading and let me know if you see anything I need to improve on!!
Joining Overwatch meant little free time. Everyone knew that. No more sitting around 24/7, no more sleeping in every day, no more pure laziness. Vacation? That seemed out of the question. There was no way that missions would be put on hold for some silly fun time, right? Well, you were wrong. Winston made the announcement during breakfast. “Listen up, everyone! You all have been working very hard lately and you deserve some time off. There’s a beach about 45 minutes away from here. It’s quiet, it’s pretty, and most of all, it’s safe. We’ve got two beach houses rented and plenty of rooms to occupy so everyone get ready to have some fun!”
Talking, laughter and cheers occupied the silence after the announcement. D.Va complained about not having her games with her and Tracer blinked up to Winston, begging for Emily to come with. Seated beside you, Jack grunted in response to the news. You smiled at him, “Don’t you like the beach 76?”
His eyebrows came together, eyes hidden by the glowing red visor, “It’s okay, I suppose.”
The two of you had a unique relationship, seeking each other for comfort at nights, sitting next to each other whenever you could, taking him out to go shopping (he secretly loved it don’t let him lie.) A level of trust was shared, he was even comfortable talk about his past life, allowing me to call him Jack in private and seeing him without the visor. Saying you had a slight crush on him was a huge understatement.
The trip was planned a month in advance, giving everyone plenty of time to clear their schedules and get as many missions done as possible. Three days before, you were in your room packing. Your eyes drifted to the underwear drawer housing the few swimsuits you had. Bad thoughts started to crossed you mind. There’s so many skinny girls in Overwatch. All of them are equally as beautiful, why would anyone look at me in a swimsuit?
Getting up from your previous position you make your way over to said drawer, opening it and finding you favorite swimsuit. I can’t think this way, I won’t let these thoughts ruin this trip. I’ve worked so hard training my body to the way it is now. You shove the suit in your bag and set the bag near the door, trying to think positive thoughts about the whole trip.
When the day to leave finally arrived, Jack met you as you came out of your room. “Ready to go?” You nod and went to grab your bag, only to be beaten to it. “I’ve got it, lets head to the car.”
A slight blush made it’s way onto your face at the gentlemanly action, “Thank you, Jack.”
Three cars were being used to transport you all to the beach houses. Your car consisted of McCree, D.Va, Tracer, and Emily (whom Winston finally gave in and let Tracer bring.) Jack was in the car in front of you, put in charge of driving with the moody Asian boys and Winston. Looking towards Tracer, she held a slight smirk on her face, “So, (y/n), did you buy a special swimsuit for 76 to see you in?”
Your face starts to heat up and you roll your eyes, “We aren’t together Lena.”
She laughs and turns toward the front, “Not yet, love, but you just wait.” Oh this is going to be a long ride.
Finally after being drilled with questions from the group, you arrived and piled out of the cars, grabbing your things and finding rooms to sleep in. Jack had packed away your bag in his car and was currently carrying it up to the house. You ran to catch up with him, walking together down the long hall full of rooms. “Where should I put your things?”
You looked around and gestured to an empty room with 2 beds and a connected bath, “How about there?” He shrugged and walked in, setting your bag on one bed and his on the other. Yet again a blush found it’s way onto your cheeks, “Are you gonna sleep in here with me?”
“Why not?” He went to close the door but was interrupted by Tracer, “Hey loves, lets head down to the beach! My feet are itching to be in the water!”
Jack hummed in response, “Let us get ready then, we’ll meet you all down there.” With that he went to his bag, digging around for his swimming trunks. “You heard her, let’s get dressed.”
You start to do the same, finding your suit and standing up, “I’ll go change in the bathroom and you can change in here, give me a call when you’re done.”
Making your way over to the bathroom, you proceed to shut the door and put on the suit. Looking in the mirror, the bad thoughts start to come back. See that part of your body, they’ll all laugh. It looks too tight and makes you look chunky. Your thighs are rubbing together, no one’s gonna want to see that. Most of all Jack will see you in this, he’s not gonna be impressed.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, “Are you almost done? I can hear Lena practically screaming because she’s so impatient.”
Your worries practically scream in you head and your eyes start to fill with tears as you take in your image in the mirror once more, “Actually you go ahead without me. I’ll just stay in here and read.”
“Come on, we’re at the beach. If you want to read then you can at least do it in the sun on the sand.” You hear him growl in frustration when you still don’t come out of the bathroom. “That’s it I’m coming in.”
With a quick squeak you grab at the nearest towel, quickly covering up you body from the soldier in front of you. Tears had begun to stream down your face, them not going unnoticed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Jack comes forward, taking off his visor and setting it on the bathroom counter. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and swim trunks.
You look down and sign, shaking you head, “It’s nothing, Jack. Don’t worry, go have fun with everyone else.”
He lowers himself to your eye level and presses his forehead against yours, “Tell me what wrong now, sweetheart.” And with that he lifts you up bridal style and takes you over to the bed, towel falling off of you leaving you exposed to the man. Quickly, you bring your hands up to your stomach and other areas you deem imperfect, covering them from his view.
Now it’s his turn to blush, taking in your form as you lay on the bed in front of him as his ears and face turn a bright shade of red. He sighs, “Wow.”
You turn away, fresh tears making their way into your eyes, “I know I don’t look like all of them. I’m not pin skinny or having muscles, I don’t have an amazing ass, my arms are flabby and so it my stomach. Just please leave so I can wallow in my self pity.”
Then he did something you didn’t expect, slowly he got into the bed next to you, placing his hands on your wrists and moving them away from the areas you were trying to hide. Now fully exposed to him in your swimsuit, you blush as you feel his hands replacing where yours were. Sucking in a breath, you shyly look into his eyes and he pressed his forehead to yours again, “Please don’t say those bad things about yourself, I don’t see you that way.”
He begins to lower himself and press slight kisses to the areas you were covering, “I think you’re perfect, every part of you is perfect.” He looks back up at you when he’d done, “Do you want to know why I’m wearing this t-shirt?”
You look up at him in confusion, “Why?”
He tentatively reaches down and removes his shirt, revealing his heavily scarred but muscular torso, “It’s because I thought you wouldn’t like seeing this, seeing all of these. I was afraid you’d reject me after knowing what I looked like under the suit.”
You raise a hand, brushing them over his muscles and feeling the scar tissue brush up against your finger tips. He closed his eyes and sighs, reveling at the feeling of your hand against him. You lean up and do what he did, lightly running your lips over every scar, every mark that coated his chest, “I would never reject you, Jack.”
He leans his forehead against yours and places his forearms on either side on you head to keep him up. His eye flicker down towards your lips, silently asking you permission. You nod and pull him into a slow and passionate kiss. His hands travel down your body again, gently caressing you.
The moment would have lasted forever if it wasn’t interrupted by a laugh near the door. Pulling apart and Jack rolling off of you and moved his hand to cover up his face where his visor should be, you look to see Tracer leaning against the door frame, “See, love? Told you it’d happen.” And just as fast as she came, she left, leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.
Jack looked over toward you, “You know, we could stay in here if you still want to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable out there.”
You smile at him, moving your hand to tangle in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss, “On second thought, let’s go have fun at the beach.”
another fan child! o(^▽^)o This is Kazuya, a fanchild of the rarepair Neon Dragon or Genji and Sombra! Personally, I think given some time apart from their respective organizations/company, they’d find they have a few things in common. Maybe they’d even find love. I have a bit of an AU for them so I plan to submit some Neon Dragon headcanons in the future. For now, a bit about Kazuya!
> Genji had been so excited about Sombra’s pregnancy, he’d discussed his excitement with his Master, Zenyatta, who was the only other one who knew about Genji’s relationship with the former Talon agent. Because of his relationship with his master and his desire to live a relatively peaceful life, Genji brought up the name to Sombra who agreed it was fitting, as it means peace or harmony.
> Kazuya spent his first few years with both his parents until they decided it’d be best if he stayed with Genji and Zenyatta for a while. It broke their hearts but Sombra still had enemies both within Talon and the mysterious ‘Eye’ collective she’d pursued most of her life. She didn’t want to subject Kazuya to a life of running but she promised him she’d be back.
> He spends a large amount of time with his father and Zenyatta and enjoys meditating with them – he had the potential to be very mischievous and while he’s very clever, he’s otherwise quite collected.
> While he had basic combat training with Genji, Kazuya isn’t much of a fighter. As his father noted, he’s rather artistic. When he’s with his mother, he finds himself traveling to many places and he loves to draw creative inspiration from each new place he visits. Over the years, she’d always bring him sketchbooks and he’d fill them all completely.
> During his travels, places that held heavy anti-Omnic views have left him confused. Despite his parents explaining why a majority still hold anti-Omnic mindsets, Kazuya just can’t seem to understand. As he grows up, he fights for Omnic rights, though this eventually branches out toward helping any group in need when he sees just how much of the world still suffers as a result of the Omnic Crisis and petty mini-wars that came afterward.
> Genji and Sombra often talk about how they’re surprised they ended up with such a calm boy but they don’t mind at all. He’s a bit of an anchor for them amidst the chaos, especially for Sombra who discovered an intense desire for peace through Genji and her son.
Day 8 – “You really shouldn’t go after me. You won’t like what you see.”
Grillby was a quiet man, gentle and warm. Well, it wasn’t too hard to be warm when you were made out of fire after all. But you have never seen him hurt even a fly, you barely saw him get angry, and even then he was just mildly irritated, like that one time Sans tried to order 50 burgers and put them all on his tab.
You really enjoyed spending time with him..well, you did most o the time. Right now wasn’t one of those.
You were both sitting on the floor of a small cell somewhere in the cellar of a building you both were dragged in now hours ago. You could hear screams and pleads, monsters and humans begging for their lives.
You didn’t know what this place was exactly, you only heard bits and pieces. Trying to harvest the monsters magic, trying to understand the humans that willingly befriended those monsters.
Grillby was getting warmer and warmer next to you, for the first time, you could see him truly mad. He had started conjuring up magical attacks every few minutes, his flames changing color with time. By now he was almost completely white, having moved to the other side of the cell to not burn you, but you were sweating from his heat even at this distance.
He conjured another attack, a compressed ball of raw, hot energy. He got up, not looking at you. “You really shouldn’t go after me. You won’t like what you see”, you tried calling after him, but he didn’t hear you anymore, melting the doors lock with sheer touch, kicking open the door, but closing it before you had the chance to look trough. Not locking it. Leaving you a chance to escape. He didn’t know if he was coming back.
You got up to follow him, running up to the door, but pausing as hot air came through the gap beneath it. You heard screams, human screams, you heard flames roar, you felt the heat through the thick, metal door. You couldn’t take it any longer, opening it just a bit, peeking through. You saw only flames.
Flames, humans in white lab coats burn to a crisp, their clothes gone before they even started screaming, their skin melting like wax, their bodies spilling onto the floor, just heaps of molten flesh and piles of burned bones.
You saw what Grillby was truly able to do. The destruction behind his gentle flames. But you weren’t afraid of him.
Because you saw the captured monsters and humans, safe and unharmed, huddling between the flames.
Let’s be honest, I never get to ‘properly’ play Undertale. I exposed to Undertale first by its huge boom, and then I decide to watch a lot of LPs of it until my friend gave me a copy of the game. It’s beautiful, enchanting, it amaze me for a pixel game. Before I knew it, I was in the fandom, not deep enough, but I’m enjoying my time. My friend encourage me to open this askblog, and then I meet a small group about than fans about Grillby and made ocs out of them. Long story short, I learned so many life lessons,- friendship, abandonment, friendship again, self-worth. My story is not that fancy, not some very deep emotional story but- without Undertale… Grillby and the bros won’t exist. Inchoamentum probably won’t exist too. I probably won’t pursue on properly making a game. I won’t be like this- in this moment. Despite the clusterfuck that’s happening in the fandom, I still see this game as what it suppose to be. A game about love and friendship. You may not have LOVE but you have love.
Grillby with tattoos because I saw this post from @theshyestpotato and how can I say this ?? I’m in love
The tattoos are easily covered with a dress shirt so nobody knows about them and when he shows them he’s a little flustered because “that’s not professional” bleh bleh bleh
Your morning had been hectic and not pleasurable in the slightest. Usually, you would be able to wake up, stretch and go about your morning routine in peace. Mornings were a time of quiet and solitude. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t always the case.
After sleeping through your alarm, you rolled off your bed and stubbed your toe no less than three times before finally getting your clothes on and rushing out the door. You only had about five minutes to spare so you stopped by the local cafe for some rocket fuel (caffeine) and were out the door as soon as your order was up.
Except it wasn’t your order.
As you sipped on your personalized drink, you realized very quickly that it wasn’t yours. The name ‘Grillby’ on the side of the cup only confirmed your suspicions: you had grabbed the wrong drink.
Unfortunately for whoever ‘Grillby’ was, you were already at work by the time you noticed, and there was no going back. All day you stewed on your embarrassment and contemplated the name on the side of the cup. Grillby. You had heard it before but didn’t know exactly where.
Finally, on your lunch break, you whipped out your phone and googled it. The first result was a Yelp review.
Grillbys – four stars.
Curious, you scrolled through the reviews for the bar and grill. Apparently, it was run by a fire Monster and was mostly frequented by those of the magical variety. The only real reason it didn’t have five stars, as far as you could tell, were because of racists trying to bring down their reviews. How it even had four stars with how much hate there was, was beyond you.
Regardless, you knew who he was, where he was, and how to get there (with the help of google maps). You felt mildly creeped out over how easy it was to find out all this information but shrugged it off as a result of him owning a restaurant.
Around five, once you were off of work, you headed home to change before stopping by the cafe again. After explaining the situation to the barista (who luckily was just leaving), she very gladly replicated one of her self-proclaimed favorite customer’s drinks for you. Apparently, it was a Chili Mocha. No wonder it was so spicy.
With the drink in hand, you headed to the more Monster populated area of town and used google maps to navigate your way through side streets before finally reaching what looked like a hole in the wall bar. It was a pretty nice place judging from the outside. The whole building was made of brick, and any wooden accents were dark and nicely kept. Above the double doors was a large, neon sign proclaiming the restaurant ‘Grillbys’. You were in the right place at least.
Pushing your way into the bar, you were immediately met with the smell of burgers and fries. Your mouth couldn’t help but water at the delicious aromas coming from all around you, and it certainly didn’t help that you hadn’t eaten dinner as of yet. You must have momentarily frozen in the doorway because someone behind you cleared their throat, and you quickly moved to step aside. A skeleton, short and squat, gave you a side eyed glance before strutting his way to a barstool in the back. Various patrons from around the restaurant shouted greetings to the little guy, to which he responded with a smug grin.
Shaking off your initial shock, you cautiously made your way to the bar yourself, slipping onto a stool at the far end of the counter. After settling into the surprisingly comfortable cushion and setting the coffee down on the counter, you waited.
Though not for long.
Out of from the back, the kitchen you presumed, an orangish fire-man came, his arms loaded with trays of food. Like the most skilled of waiters, he navigated the floor, setting down drinks and baskets of food with a level of fluidity and grace you never dreamed of reaching. His flames flickered like a fire place, and whenever he passed you he crackled like burning wood splitting. The clothes he wore must have been a uniform of some kind, bowtie and all, but for some reason, you couldn’t picture him in anything else.
Once again you must have been frozen in shock because one moment he was across the restaurant and the next he was behind the bar, looking at you expectantly.
You coughed awkwardly.
“Uh, you’re Grillby right?” he slightly inclined his head. “Yeah, uh, I think I picked up your coffee by mistake. This morning?” You held out the mocha. “I was already at work and late by the time I noticed but… I felt bad so here. Chili Mocha, right?”
Now it was his turn to freeze. Reading his face from behind his glasses and, well, general stoicism, was nearly impossible given that you didn’t know him. Finally, he settled on a nod, taking the coffee from you and setting it off to the side.
The deep, smooth, accented voice that came from his general facial area was unexpected, yet fitted him perfectly. “….would you like something to eat?”
You missed it but across the bar the smug skeleton from before spat ketchup across the counter in shock.
Grillby steps up to your side, glowering at the douche from beneath his fogged glasses. His silence is intimidating, but everyone can hear his crackling growing into a roaring fire. The heat has considerably risen within the bar.
The offender gulps, no longer finding their curiosity amusing. Grillby extends a finger toward the door, and they trip over themselves in their haste to flee, while everyone remains staring at the three of you.
Fuku is grateful, although states that it wouldn’t kill her–magic, and all that. It would, however, be unpleasant.
Grillby looks over your drenched attire, and you can see his features soften; you know him well enough to pick up on this subtle cues and read his face.
“…….thank you,” he murmurs, his voice distorted, even though his crackling rage has eased. "let’s…. get you dried off.“
He escorts you upstairs.
UF!Grillby
Instantly, the bar is an inferno.
Fellby’s got a jagged, white hot smirk as he glares down his wire-rimmed glasses at the offender. He’s impressed by your fortitude; the fact that you stood up for his niece means that you’ve got guts, and that’s admirable where he’s from. Of course, he picked you as his S/O because he saw the fire within your SOUL, and it was enough to make him actually settle down and stop flirting with other people.
He steps up to your side and reaches out clasp his hand on the jerk’s shoulder. There’s no mirth within his burning gaze, yet his smirk is bemused. The offender hisses, trying to pull away, but Fellby holds tight. Smoke and wisps of violet embers rise from the flame elemental’s touch.
”…..get out while you still can… or else… i’ll let my flame tear you apart.“ He tilts his head toward you to indicate he’s referring to you, and the offender glances toward your pissed expression. They quickly realize they’ve chosen the wrong group to mess with, and what started off as drunken wonderment has now got them stone cold sober and scared shitless.
Is that the scent of burning flesh?
They scramble out of the bar, clutching their shoulder. Fellby turns to sweep you into his arms, pulling you flush against him. Steam rises from where your wet clothes meet his flames.
The night only gets steamier from there.
HT!Grillby
“AAAAUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!”
Grillby lumbers over you, his face contorted in its usual grimace as he turns to the person you’re chewing out. His hands rest on your shoulders, but his flames don’t burn you; however, steam does begin to rise from between his fingers thanks to your wet clothes.
The red bird monster squawks a translation: "GRILLBY SAYS YOU FUCKED UP!“
Grillby proceeds to grab the person over his head effortlessly (even if his magic is depleting, leaving him eternally burning, he’s still got incredible strength), holding their shoulders with one hand and their hips with the other. They flail, and he chunks them onto the grill.
*You guys have seen how horrifying HT!Grillbz is, right? I love him. Even if he does kinda break my heart.
Ooh, that first one inspired me more but in a bad way. I don’t really see someone like Sombra who’s probably never developed any meaningful relationships in her life handling jealousy well, especially if she was still confused over developing feelings for someone whom she considers a friend – a rarity in itself. Confused and angry Sombra, ahoy…
“Knock knock,” came McCree’s drawl along with the sharp knock of his rough knuckles at her door.
The noise startled Sombra but she didn’t jump, instead letting her silence be his invitation to step inside her work space. The clink of his spurs were drowned out by the loud hum of the machines she worked with and stopped once he was standing at a respectful distance from her chair.
“Been cooped up in here an awful long time, don’t ya think?”
“Tengo mucho que hacer. Así que te lo agredezco que me dejaras en paz.”
With a small nod, McCree moved to lean against the wall, folding his arms over as he watched the woman work. She seemed to leave it at that and he let the dim lighting, low electric hum, and the monotonous sound of her typing nearly lull him to sleep. Apparently his presence soon grated on her last nerve. Spinning in her chair, she swiveled to face him, the skin between her eyebrows pinched in irritation.
“¿Que quieres? ¿Que no te dije que tengo mucho ha terminar?”
He heard her alright. But he was far too busy thinking why she was so short and angry with him. And he knew she was angry; Sombra knew a great deal of English and spoke it fairly often, especially around the others. However, he’d noted in his dealings with her that she slipped back into Spanish when she was really feeling something and not just masking her emotions with fleeting grins.
“I heard ya loud and clear. I just came in to check up on you. I ain’t seen you in a while. No one has.”
Sombra scoffed, turning back to her computer. “If that’s all then you can leave.”
“I’m just asking a question. No need to be so hostile.”
Clicking her tongue, Sombra began typing away. “As you might remember, McCree, I’m only here because you put in a good word for me when your buddies decided to get together again and I defected from Talon. They don’t trust me, with good reason, and so they stay away. Or maybe I do them a favor and stay out of their way.” Her typing increased in intensity, fingers striking each key. “In any case, I prefer being alone.”
In truth, his continued presence in her space gave her a sense of comfort that she hadn’t felt in weeks. Ever since she stepped foot on the base and especially ever since the damn pilot-
“It’s just strange, that’s all.”
Sighing, Sombra rubbed at her forehead. “What is, McCree?”
“Yer face.” When she turned to accost him with a frown, he shrugged, eyes downcast as he fiddled with his belt buckle. “Ya been pouting ever since I went on that date.” His brown eyes glanced up at her. “What’s up with that?”
A look of confusion briefly touched her features, biting her lower lip and worrying it between her teeth.
“¿Qué es ‘pouting’?”
“What you’ve been doin’ ever since then.”
She rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t help.” A quick search for the definition and she scoffed.
“¿Haciendo pucheros?” Another scoff. “Am not.”
“Are too. Got to be honest with ya, Sombra, it ain’t a good look for ya.” That it was unusual. He was so used to those full, purple lips quirked in a smart little grin. McCree thought at times that it was impossible for Sombra not to smirk.
Apparently he’d gone too far. She stood and stepped in front of him, and despite nearly being a head shorter than him, the look in her eyes gave her the aura of a giant looming over him.
“If I’m ‘pouting’, then it’s because this place bores me to death. Maybe I’m just wondering why I ever thought that this arrangement was a good idea.” She gave a quick jut of her chin, and a tense smile, eyes holding no amusement. “That’s probably why I’m ‘pouting’, McCree.” She grabbed the back of her chair, settling herself with more force than necessary and moved back to her usual spot. “Now if you’re done with the questions, leave. I’ve got work to finish.”
He let the silence pass through them again. McCree removed his hat, running a hand through his hair and exhaled through his nose. “Alright.” Pushing himself off the wall, he readjusted his hat, moving toward the door. He gripped the threshold, pausing to turn and stare at her back, illuminated by the computer glow. “Don’t forget to eat,” he began. “Won’t do anyone any good to have ya pass out. Maybe I’ll see ya in the mess hall.”
When there was no response other than the cold, hollow sound of fingers tapping against keys, he left. Sombra heard the thud of his boots and tinkle of his spurs echo in the hallway until they faded away. Once she was sure he was gone, she stopped typing, leaning her forehead against an upturned palm.
Just what in the hell was wrong with her? And why was it that his presence had her feeling a gentle calm in one moment and an inexplicable fury in the next? It was a nasty, boiling sensation that burned at her ears and lower belly.
Ever since the date…what, the blind date that Oxton had surprised McCree with out of the blue one evening? Sombra remembered chatting with him one evening over coffee in the mess hall. It’d been a few days since she was able to sit and relax with the gunslinger after arriving on base with him. It felt nice – she was used to those one-on-one conversations and exchange of pleasantries and harmless jokes that they shared before her ‘resignation’ from Talon. It was how they became…acquaintances. She valued the time she had with her closest thing to a friend dearly, even if she never said anything.
Then the little pilot came bounding in, ignoring Sombra’s presence completely as she proudly announced to McCree that she’d done him the pleasure of setting him up on a date. Of course, he was confused, the question of ‘why’ evident on his face while Sombra felt a sort of dread. She’d excused herself, leaving them to discuss the details. How she wanted nothing more than to swipe the little grin that Oxton passed her off that cute face.
Of course Sombra couldn’t smother her curiosity. It was pathetically easy to look up exactly who this date was. Someone around McCree’s age – an Overwatch operative when it was still active. Not Blackwatch but apparently the two had a respectable enough acquaintanceship.
It wasn’t so much the date that bothered her…just…the fact that it would potentially cut their already short time spent together on their rare free days. Yes…that was it.
And then she heard nothing of it. As he said, he hadn’t seen her. Since then, she absorbed herself in her work. He didn’t tell her about it and she didn’t ask. In any case, perhaps it was better she didn’t know. She didn’t want to know.
Sombra peered over her shoulder, watching the door where just moments before, the gunslinger stood. She heaved another sigh, knowing that she probably took it too far with him. It was too late now. She wanted to be alone, right?
The glow of the computer began blaring uncomfortably against her retinas. She reached over, pressing the power button to the monitor off and immediately, her eyes closed in relief. Sombra placed her elbows against her desk, interlacing her fingers and leaned forward until her forehead pressed against her hands.
if you’re struggling for AU ideas take a look-see at this list i wrote for my friend who dubbed it “better than the 10 commandments"
1) Coffee shop AU
i)
Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee
order
ii)
I’m worried about your coffee dependency
iii)
you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over
me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E
iv)
you give me a different fake name every time you
come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here
I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino
2)
Flower shop AU
i)
You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m
concerned as to why
ii)
I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower
shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that
iii)
(this is also a good way to incorporate flower
meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc.)
3)
Library AU
i)
You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m
tracking u the fuck down
ii)
I work in the library and I’m a little concerned
for your health bc you never stop studying
iii)
The library’s pretty empty save for you and me
and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere
4)
Awful first time meeting
i)
I accidentally punched you in the face when I
was too overexcited about something
ii)
I thought you were my friend who’s just done
something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes
pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you
and shoved you from behind while calling you an asshole
iii)
You get the gist to this one
iv)
Oooh when you told me your name I thought you
were joking because it’s fucking awful and I made a joke about it and things
got awkward real fucking fast (perfect for a Hannibal au just saying)
5)
Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general
i)
We live in the same block of flats but haven’t
ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to
stand in the lift together
ii)
“okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a
weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, fuck I’m going
to die aren’t I?”
iii)
A personal favourite of mine – first day at a
new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last
weekend/night
iv)
We keep accidentally running into each other I’m
not a stalker I swear
v)
You live across from me in our apartments and we
smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re
the stripper at my friend’s stag do/hen night fuck this is really uncomfortable
vi)
“My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight
could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”
6)
Friends to romance – pining and all that
wonderful shit
i)
You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for
advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you
ii)
I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex
iii)
You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious
about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really
miss it and fuck I think I like you too?
iv)
Somewhere along the way of getting into bar
fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship
things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my god this could ruin EVERYTHING
v)
Friends with benefits oh wait I like you
7)
FAKE DATING HOLY SHIT I LIVE FOR THIS
i)
It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date
so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me
ii)
My homophobic parents are coming to visit will
you pretend to date me as an extra “fuck you”?
iii)
There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will
you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?
iv)
I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d
stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in
too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP
8)
Soulmate aus
i)
The first words your true love(s) will say to
you are tattooed on you and why the fuck are their first words something really
ridiculous like ‘I’ll pay you a tenner to punch me in the face’ or ‘quick
what’s your favourite animal’ or ‘fucking shit hell holy fuck wow oh my god
jesus h Christ fuck me’ etc. or even worse a really ridiculous song lyric like the opening lines of uptown funk or a high
school musical song or smthing did you have to serenade me the first time you
saw me asshole?
ii)
You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when
you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or an
overwhelming feeling that Thatcher was a good prime minister or an image in my
mind of a fucking unicorn
iii)
The more ridiculous the better actually
iv)
Something like whenever your soulmate sings a
duet you can’t help but join in and my fucking soulmate is in a goddamn band
but I can’t sing for shit
v)
Or maybe something like soulmates always sneeze
at the same time and I cant be sure but me and this kid in my French class just
sneezed at the same time are we soulmates or was it a coincidence (proceed w
character trying to make themselves sneeze around said person to see what’s
what)
9)
Alternate universes for real
i)
Mermaids
ii)
Siren and asexual pirate who doesn’t understand
why all his crew are losing their shit that person has a nice voice sure but
what the fuck is happening
iii)
Hogwarts
iv)
We live in a world where the greek gods are real
and you went and got yourself cursed and now I have to go on a fucking quest to
sort this shit out why do I love you again?
v)
Pacific rim au (either they’re drift compatible
or one of them is a ranger and the other stresses constantly bc what if they
die yes I have read a fic like this no I didn’t come up with this one but it’s
fucking good) (also if you haven’t seen that film go watch it now)
vi)
Literally any movie or book universe you like
tbh just go for it
10)
Other aus that I like
i)
I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has
to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck
at the top? Fuck
ii)
We work in the same office and you have a
goddamn squeaky chair and you wONT FUCKING STOP SQUEAKING IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW
IT ANNOYS ME
iii)
Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and
I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
iv)
It started to snow and I’m the only one of our
friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others
would go out in the snow with you (this works best if they’re new friends who
don’t know each other all that well) when you shoved a handful of snow down my
back and declared snow war
v)
It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still
November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the
tree out no stop please stop (if you do this pre-relationship you can have the
grouchy one secretly finding the other’s excitement endearing and falling in
love with them actually that works for established relationship too)
vi)
Current partner got a new job in America (or
other country far away) and we’re getting by on skype calls and emails but it’s
not easy and then I met someone new (can be poly or can be finding the OTP person)
vii)
You want us both to get in shape and I hate
working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do
for my friends and their nice asses
viii) Carrying
on from 10.vii. you’ve caught me checking you out in what I thought was a
subtle way too many times and now you’re calling me out on it what do I do???
ix)
You’re an actor/other famous person that I
really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or
not to say hi you came up to me and
started flirting what do I do??
x)
You were waving at your friend behind me but I
got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you
think it’s cute
xi)
I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking
but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think
it’s hilarious and shut up you dumb fuck you don’t know me aahhh
xii)
I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk
guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t
dance with you omg let me find you some water
xiii) Our
best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each
other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about
how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”
xiv) You
pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention
and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait
you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no
Okay I could go on forever but this is over 1,500 words of
auing already I have too many ideas christ
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