Could i request a hc or small ficlet about Genji and reader who used to work together in blackwatch reuniting at the recall and Genji is suddenly hit with feels for reader that he had brushed off in his blackwatch days because he hated himself.. i guess how would he react, would he confess? would he try get close to them again? bonus points if reader used to have a serious sexual attraction to blackwatch genji. idk if that made sense.. but yeah lol.
We Meet Again
A/N: I got excited to work on this one in all honesty. This turned out to be 7 pgs long. ^^”
Genji scanned the room unfamiliar to him with keen eyes. The smell of oil, rust and metal filtrating into the cowl of his lower face. The sounds of whirling machinery drawing his eyes towards your general direction.
“Oh!” You popped up from behind a large stack of mechanical parts, a welders helmet staring the cyborg back. Genji cringed at the sight of himself having yet to been accustomed to his new body. “So you’re the infamous new Blackwatch recruit I’ve been hearing about?” You stood from your workbench, placing the prosthetic arm you worked on into the pile on your desk. “Nice to meet you.” You greeted him introducing yourself with an extend of your hand.
Genji watched you, well his reflection, as you waited for him to shake your hand. An awkward silence claimed the room, his eyes locked with himself too distracted to remember you in front of him. You raised a brow under the helmet, suddenly remembering your manners.
“Oh geez,” You muttered, flipping back the front of it in order to see him face to face. “I always forget to take this damn thing off.”
He’s taken back by your appearance, gentle eyes with a bright smile awaiting his introduction. He gives you a curt nod before muttering “Genji Shimada”. He doesn’t take your hand to shake, simply staring holes down at you.
You nod back at him, pulling back your hand with snap of your fingers. “Alright Genji, why don’t you take a seat while I see what’s wrong.” You motion to a medical examination table on the other side of the room. He moves to do so as you walk to your computer.
“So, how’s Blackwatch treating you so far?” You look for Genji’s file, clicking on it when it appears on the data base. You don’t notice him not replying as you read over the technical issues Angela has written that need your fixing. “Oh that’s an easy fix but I can see why it would have Angela worried.” You look over to Genji, who sits minding his business. “Genji, can you lie down on the medical table. Face down preferably, the problem seems to be where Tracer hit you on your back.” He nods doing as you instructed promptly.
The creak of your chair signals the start of your work. The silence quickly shrouding out as you being your routine of casual conversation. Asking him the regular questions of how he is and what he’s been up too. His silence, however, turn out to be unbreakable. After a few minutes of prodding, with no reply, you pucker your lips coming to a conclusion.
“Well how about this?” You begin as you move to work on the damaged wired. “I talk and you just listen, alright?” You stop to look over at his face. The same red irises staring at you with what looked like scowl. “I’ll take that as a yes.” When he says nothing you open your mouth to begin ramble away once more.
The procedure takes about an two hours before your finally done. Dismissing him with a clean bill before turning back to your computer to update his file accordingly. “If you ever need something fixed, don’t hesitate to find me. My door is always open.” You smile. He watches you for a moment before nodding and taking his leave.
He reappears again the following week, a loose wire causing a short circuit in his arm. You’re a bit taken back by how fast he’s back in your lab but move to assist him anyway. He takes a seat on the table awaiting and you continue on similarly to the prior visit. You talk and he listens.
By his 3rd visit, you talk about some of your hobbies. Stopping every now and then to ask if he’s tried or is interested in one. For once, he nods and shakes his head when you ask him questions. It’s on the 8th that when you talk about the places you’ve been that he replies vocally, small sentences but words nonetheless. It takes 18 visits before he begins to talk back to you, asking questions of his own. About your life and your family. Your favorite will always be around his 20-something visit that you accidentally slip on oil that you make him laugh. It was short and he tried to cover it up by coughing but you heard it nonetheless. A smile tugs your lips noting the progress you make with him.
Eventually you lose count of times he’s been here. They’ve long far stopped being for just fixing and tune ups. Sometimes he just loiters around your lab when you are present. On good days he chats with you. On bad days it’s you who mainly does the talking, recanting funny stories that have happened to you as a way to cheer him up. Every so often you have a Commander Reyes barging in to take your companion away and back to the duties he shrinks away from.
It’s after an extremely back mission that you’re overly concerned with how often you have to repair him. You aren’t fond him getting into so much trouble as much as you enjoy his company. The bruises, lashes, and stitches matching up with the significant damage to his metallic body look beyond painful. It hurts your chest seeing him with a limp, pieces of his arms or legs missing, wires sparking up and out in ways they shouldn’t.
“It sounds as if you care what happens to me.” He speaks playfully when you decide to bring it up. You stop to move the protective helmet back and place your hands on your hips.
“I do, Genji.” You pout puffing your cheeks. “You’re important.”
“Important?” He scoffs, turning his body to look at you. The loose wires of his body swinging as he does so. Before you can protest him moving he speaks over you. “Important to who? You or this organization?”
You give him a look. “Genji, don’t be like.”
He sits up fully. You place your tools back in your toolbox along with your welders helmet seeing as he’s changing the subject.
“Just…answer me.” He sounds exasperated, as if it took all in him to ask this of you.
”Does it matter?” You stand from your seat to match him. The look in his eyes answers your question. You sigh. “You are important to this organization, yes. But” You throw caution to the wind. “You are more important to me than any file or record may say.”
You can see where his shoulders drop, the tension in them vanishes. He looks at you carefully, the red in his irises dim and his gaze sending chills down your spine. Carefully, he raises his hands up towards his head. It then you can see the last of the walls he’s built crashing down before you. He leaves himself open you and only you.
His lower chin guard comes off with a click. A wave of sorrow runs through your eyes at the scars on his full face. He’s missing his lower jaw, replaced by a synthetic one made of dark grey carbon fiber. His lips ,although plump, are dried out and cracked. His eyes watch your expression and immediately he regrets his decision.
“This was foolish.”
You grab at his face, forcing him to look at you. “No it was not.” Your fingers thumb over his cheek bones and he closes his eyes enjoying your touch. “I’m just…surprised is all.” You smile. “You kept all this handsomeness hidden from me? How rude of you, Genji. To think after all the time we’ve spent together.”
He snorts softly, you catch it in time before he masks it with the resting angry face he’s come to carry. Silently, you look him over and he does the same. Your thumbs continuing to softly swipe at his cheeks. His gaze wonders to your lips and you can see how he inches towards you. You call his name before closing the gap between the two of you.
It’s a sudden rush, one moment your standing with him at your lips the next your sitting on a lab table. The gadgets and projects pushed aside to make room for you while he kisses you vigorously. Your hands tangle in his hair while his momentarily wander your back and hips only to end up clenching at your inner thighs. His tongue teases your lips in as you open your mouth to welcome it. His body moves to be pressed tightly close to yours spreading your legs for him to stand between them. He bends you back slightly, his kissing becoming desperate as touch starved as he is.
“Genji…” You moan, the sound of your voice snapping something within him.
This is wrong. He thinks. He doesn’t deserve you. You deserved a man that is whole. Not a man who can’t even look at himself without seeing a stranger. The rush of passions turns to anger. He hates himself. He hates himself for craving someone as you, you don’t deserve to settle for him. As fast as he was on you, he pushes himself off. Your hands leaving his hair roughly.
“Genji?” You ask a bit breathless. He looks at you a bit lost for words before his gaze shifts down at himself with an angry expression. His fingers twitch and the muscles of his arms flex, aching to grab and pull away the false skin and metallic plates of his body. The red lights of his body begin to glow angrily while his eyes move over his body rapidly.
He bolts out of the room.
You sit at your work desk, shocked. The heat of your lower stomach has yet to extinguish as you shift around still hot and bothered. A frown crosses your lips as questions run through your mind. Did you do something wrong? Had you read the situation wrong? Did you overstep his boundaries?
Your head spins in a mess of thoughts as the heat of your body remains prominent. You groan, hoping off the table and busing yourself with work instead. A small but futile attempt at distracting yourself. You’ll apologize to Genji the next time he comes around.
Genji doesn’t return in the weeks to come. Quite frankly, you haven’t seen in him around the base either. It’s not until you ask Angela where he is that you find out he’s left without a word as to where he’s gone.
It’s been years.
Genji knows this better than anyone.
It took him years to finally be at peace with himself. To learn the mechanics of his body, the limits of what it can withstand and to love himself knowing that he is worthy of this second chance.
But yet he hesitates at the door.
The sounds of chatter and machinery at work coming from the other side. It sends a wave of nostalgia through him. Remembering how he would wait long minutes gathering the courage to see or even speak to you. Now, however, he knew it was different. He was older, at a better place with himself.
But, oh god, he’s so nervous. It’s been this way since he first saw you step foot off the drop ship with a smile on your face and bag of tools in your hands. The sound of reintroduction’s as you hug Mercy tightly with excitement. He could feel his heart begin to race. The resurface of old feelings bubbling in his stomach and mind. He needed to speak with you.
There’s moment when the whirling stops and all he can hear is the sound of your laughter emanate through the door. He decides then, he cannot wait any longer walking towards the automatic door.
“Yes, and then it turns out I switched the wires by accident. He started speaking another language and we were all confused!” You laughed loudly, the sound tugging at Genji’s chest. His eyes move from you to Zenyatta who lays before you on the table, something similar to medical examination table.
“That sounds like quite the predicament.” He chimes in with chuckle. You nod, switching tools as you quite yourself down. It’s then the monk notices the new presence in the room. “Ah, my student. “He chimes happily.
“Oh, master.” He seems a bit embarrassed, walking in while you are working but doesn’t make a move to leave. “Is everything alright?”
“I’m sure.” He states while gesturing to you. “I am in good hands.”
You smile, taking the small wrench you held clench between your teeth out after adjusting a screw. “Just one more screw and you’ll be good to go.” You purse your lips in concentration. “Do be careful next time Zenyatta. I was able to fix the dent but I had to replace a few of the metal plating.”
“I understand.” The monk nods. “My thanks for your assistance.”
You shake your head. “No need, my friend. Just glad to be able to help.” You tighten the last bolt before motioning to him that you have finished.
The omnic floats on and off the table, giving you a proper thank you with a bow before leaving the room. You lift the sanitary paper off the table before throwing it away. “So what can I do for you?” You ask placing your hands on your hips. Genji stands awkwardly as you give him a once over. “Hm…nothing looks broken. Do you need some tweaking? A tune up?”
“I…uh…” He takes a deep breath. “Wished to speak to you.”
“Oh?” You raise a brow when the man in front of you simply stares back in silence. Genji finds it hard to find his voice. He feels nervous, the same nervousness he felt under your gaze so many years ago.
“Um…” Your beginning to feel uncomfortable, shifting the tool in your hand awkwardly as your eyes shift around the room. “Look, if it’s not important do you think we can discuss this later?” You move another work bench and begin rearranging your tools hoping he’ll leave.
He calls your name bringing you to halt. Something about it is familiar and it grabs a hold of your attention. The cyborg takes a deep breath. “It’s…It’s me,” He nears you slowly. “Genji.”
There’s a clatter of tools. He sees where your eyes widen and your mouth goes slightly agape. “Shimada?” You ask. “Genji Shimada?”
He nods, hands reaching to the clasp behind his helm. A puff a steam is released and his brown eyes meet yours. You note how he no longer has red irises but his eyes are the same. Though, where there was anger, there is now kind warmth. The scars of his face have faded slightly but remain every present.
A mix of embarrassment and anger blushes your face remembering your last encounter. There’s an awkward silence between the two of you as he watches for your reaction. Awaiting what you will say or do.
“I wished to apology-”
“Look Genji, I shouldn’t have-”
There’s a pause as you both look at each other a bit surprised. A light laughter from you at the way you two talked over each other.
“Forgive me,” Genji motions to you. “You wished to say something?”
You smile a bit sheepishly with a nod. “I wanted to say sorry for what happened before. I read the wrong signals and I shouldn’t have pushed myself on you like that.” You rub the back of your neck, heat beginning to rise over your face. “I was in the heat of the moment and I took advantage of it and I really shouldn’t have.”
Genji shakes his head. “No, it is not you that should be apologizing.” You tilt your head. “I…did like you. Very much so, I was very…” He lowers his head down slightly, his eyes scrunching up as he smiles. “I was very attracted to you. It was one of the main reasons I always had you patch me up but I was still at a very bad place with myself, with who I was.” He looks back up to you, his face switching to such a saddened expression. “I shouldn’t have done that to you. Given you such hope and then leaving without even offering an explanation or apology.”
“I was upset.” You confirm.
“I apologize for upsetting you as well.” He hangs his head.
“You don’t have to apologize, Genji.” You assure him. “I was upset, for a time at least. But I remembered our time together. The way you listened to me ramble on and on without question. The times I’d made you crack a smile even though you thought you hid it well. Hell! Even when you kissed me like no tomorrow.” He looks up when you place a hand on his shoulder. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. That there must have been a reason as to why you left.” His eyes look at you as if you are some godly being. “I’m happy you sought help. That you learned to love yourself as I loved you.”
His face heats up, eyes dipping to your lips then back at your eyes. He’s so happy he could kiss you all over. However, you release your hold on him drawing the Shimada out of his thoughts.
“Is there…a chance we can get to know each other again?” He asks, hopeful.
You opt looking away to wipe the grime off your tools with a rag. “We’ll we’ve both grown.” You hum. “There is more we can discover about one another.”
His head perks up seeing as you’re on board with the idea. “…and we can see where it goes from there?” He asks, leaning close to try and catch a view of the smile on your face.
You tilt your head to spare him a teasing glance. “And we can see where it goes from there.” You affirm. The cyborg claps his hands together, startling you slightly. The lights of his suit glow brightly as he beams joy. You giggle at his antics before waving your hands to shoo him away playfully.
“Now go, I have a lot of work to do.” You stop to lean on your desk. “We’ll talk more late, alright?”
“Alright.” He smiles, clicking his face plate back in place. He moves towards the door hovering by it for a moment. “Thank you.”
You let out a content hum, moving to work behind a different lab desk. “Oh and Genji,” He turns from the door at his name. You lean on your forearms, a smile on your face “If you ever leave me bothered and wanting like that again,” You squint, your smile suddenly mischievous. “I’ll see to it that your next full body tune up is with Torbjörn.”
He flinches slightly at the thought but laughs nonetheless.
“Understood.” He assures before taking his leave.