Hey! Just wanna say that I absolutely adore your blog! 💕Keep up the wonderful work! Could I request a drabble with Hanzo reuniting with fem!reader after ten years of reader believing Han was dead? Also reader having his child which he is just now finding out about. Thanks so much!
You looked over your son’s shoulder, helping him with his math homework. When you had the time you ran over old math books, trying to remember how to do it. However, you were busy working. Keeping a child afloat by yourself was hard work but single parents got a lot more support from the government than they used to.
Someone knocked on the door and you patted his shoulder, letting him know that you were going to answer that. You walked to the door, peering through the peephole. Seeing a dark figure, you slipped your hand on the pistol you kept by the door. Figuring it was another Yakuza, who was trying to pick a fight with an ‘affilliate’ of the Shimada family.
You whipped open the door, pistol held out in front of you. Hoping your son could hear you hissed.
“Back again? I’ll kill you for coming near my son,” your voice was quiet but firm, knowing you couldn’t give an inch.
The man hushed you, gently holding your wrist and pulling the gun away from him. You blinked and looked a bit closer at the familiar figured, mouthing the name of the father of your child.
“Yes,” he sighed, his face and voice grown old, “It is I.”
You felt something deflate out of you, some sadness you forgot you were carrying which was quickly replaced by anger.
“What the hell is wrong with you,” you hissed, smacking his chest with each word and he just bore with it, “You disappear for ten years, making me think you were dead. Turns out you knocked me up while you were gallivanting around, for a man preaching about the responsibility you sure don’t take it yourself.”
He raised his arms in shock, “I have a son? I heard you had a child but I…”
“A nine-year-old kid?” you scolded, “Who else would be the father?”
“Mom?” you heard behind you and Hanzo pulled back, his hands starting to shake.
“That’s?” you sighed, figuring it was time to make introductions.
“This is your dad,” you said, gesturing to him, “turns out he isn’t dead.”