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anonymous asked:

Can i request that the reader is actually hanzo's and genji's sister that they kept hidden from overwatch and the world but they have to tell the team about her when she starts to get hunted by talon

You loved your brothers. You really did. However, what you didn’t love was that whilst your brothers were out gallavanting with Overwatch, you had to stay behind and be kept hidden.

“It is for your own safety, (Y/N).” Hanzo explained. He had come back to your safehouse in Hanamura. To the rest of his team in the dropship, it was a visit to his previous home so it didn’t look too suspicious.
“I just wish to go with you. I don’t want to be stuck here while you and Genji are out, facing danger every day!”
“(Y/N), there is a fine line between wanting and needing. I know you do not want to stay here, but we need you to. With the forces of Talon becoming greater, so does the risk of you being found out and being put in danger.”

You huffed. Being the younger sister of the two ninjas was no easy feat. They were always protective of you, always wanting the best for you. Even if that did mean no one knowing of your existence

“Let me come back with you. Please?” Your eyes widened, eyelashes fluttering.
Hanzo raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips, his well known stern look on his face. You frowned.
“Fine. Okay. I’ll stay.”

You of course didn’t plan on staying.

Once Hanzo had hugged you and bid you goodbye, you began grabbing your necessities and shoving them into a small backpack. Toothbrush, deodorant, comb, money, map, clothes. Done.

You opened the door of the safehouse and took in a deep breath of fresh air. The streets weren’t overly busy, but busy enough to lose yourself in the crowd should you need to.

You had a nagging feeling. A sense that someone had their eyes on you. Looking over your shoulder, there was no-one in your immediate vicinity that you could spot looking at you. Shaking it off as nerves of disobeying your big brother, you carried on stalking through the streets of Hanamura to the station.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around your wrist and your heart went through your chest. “What are you doing?!” You tried to wrench your arm away from the assailant.
You stopped. You stared. It was your other brother, Genji.
“Where are you going, (Y/N)?”
“You haven’t seen me in months and that’s the first thing you ask?”
Your arm went slack.
“Hanzo had said to me that you wanted to join us. He asked me to follow you.”
“Yes, well, when you leave your younger sister alone things tend to get, erm, lonely.”
“Hush, (Y/N), please.” Genji looked over both of his shoulders before leading you towards a secluded shop opening.

Before you could even open your mouth to confront Genji, screams were heard from across the street. A confused, fearful look crossed your face, opposite to Genji’s which showed annoyance.

“This is why you should have stayed at the house.”
You frowned, lips parting to say-
“Stay out of sight. Do not let anybody see you, (Y/N).”
“Is this that.. Talon?”
Genji nodded.
“Hide, sister. I will be back.”
He stalked off towards where the screams and now explosions were coming from.

You thought it would be best to follow your brother’s advice and jogged down a small alleyway, out of sight and in the shadows. What you hadn’t expected was to see two men dressed in black uniforms, sporting an insignia you had never seen before. It had two arches, resembling a rams horns.

Oh shit.

Your feet skidded on the ground to try and stop and run the other way, but they had already clocked you and soon enough had their weapons pointed at you.

“Freeze.” One of the men chuckled.

You spread your hands out and held them at head height to show you were unarmed. You gulped.

The second man raised his hand that wasn’t holding his weapon to his ear.

“Boss. We found her. Practically ran straight into us.” He spoke into his earpiece.

Wait, what?

“Yeah, the Shimada sister.”

Shit. How did they know who you were?

You wanted to run. You wanted to call out. You wanted to do anything that that stopped these men pointing their guns at you.

Ryūjin no ken wo kurae!

Genji appeared and then disappeared, a swift strike through the soldiers and they slumped on the floor. He grabbed your wrist again, not as gentle as the last time.
“Come. We must leave.”
“Genji.. I-” You were in shock. Your brother had just killed those men and-
A yank on your hand sent you running. Where? You don’t know. You managed to keep up with your brother, eyes watering with unshed tears.

After 5 minutes he slowed down, taking you to a quiet street, bringing you against him in a tight hug.
“I am sorry you had to see that.”
You looked back up at him, tears finally falling and breathless.
“Those men.. who were they?”
“Talon. They were after you.” He loosened his arms and looked down at you. “Hanzo and I were on our way to our usual visit here, but it appears as though we were itercepted. We know they have recently recruited a new hacker. Whether they found out our connections, I do not know.”
You unlocked your eyes from his, burying your head in his chest. He didn’t need to say anymore to imply what Talon wanted.
“Thank you.”
A small pat on your back and you were released from the hug.

“This does however put us in a bit of a predicament, (Y/N).”
Your brows furrow.
“Your safehouse was comprimised. Yet, I can’t take you back the dropship.”
You tilted your head. “Why not?”
Genji sighed.
“Overwatch does not yet know that Hanzo and I have a sister.”
“Ah.” You brought your finger up to wipe away the last tear.
“I am sure however, we can think of something.” Genji said, a smile in his voice.


“Y'all have a sister?!” McCree exclaimed.
“Jesse, please. Don’t let the entire dropship hear.” Hanzo said. It was rare he used sarcasm, a trait he had picked up from his western friend.
“Well… What’s she like?”
“A Shimada.”
The conversation was dropped.


You and Genji stepped up to the dropship ramp. You took a deep breath. Inside the dropship you were surrounded by unfamiliar faces. You saw Hanzo, and smiled meekly at him. It was as though his face hadn’t changed from the stern look when he blatantly said yoi can’t come back. He stepped forward, creating a space between you and the strangers.

“Everyone. This is our younger sister, (Y/N).” He paused. “She is here because it seems as though our information has been compromised. Talon agents know who she is and our relations, and attempted to find her. Hence, why she is now here under our protection.”

Murmers spread amongst the strangers, your face blushing with the attention.

A man in a hat and a cape came up to you.
“The name’s McCree.” He nodded.
You smiled slightly, and glanced at Hanzo. He raised his eyebrows and slightly nodded his head in approval.
“Hi, er, (Y/N).” You said, introducing yourself.
He tilted his head, a smile pulling at his lips.
“So how come we haven’t heard of you before?”

Oh no. Here we go.

“I- well..”
Hanzo could see you flush slightly and made his way over, a protective hand encasing yours.
“Protection.” Hanzo stated, glancing at you. You agreed. To be fair, Hanzo wasn’t wrong.
“And now that she is here, we will be able to protect you even more.” A gentle smile graced his lips as he full on looked at you.
“Well, darlin’. You’re in capable hands if you’re bein’ protected by Overwatch.”

McCree’s accent made you blush, not to mention the thought of you being actually being safe. Now that you had a terrorist organsiation hunting you down, you needed your brothers more than ever. Luckily, they were here for you.
Or so you hoped..

Anon, I hope this was good enough for you!

Happy Birthday

Summary: Five times Arthur celebrates Merlin’s birthday, and one time he actually celebrates it on Merlin’s birthday. (Arthur is a prat.)

Keep Calm and Carry On

Summary: How Arthur Pendragon, Director of Communications for Prime Minister Gaius, and his assistant, Merlin Emrys, fell in love - a story in goldfish, cats, webcomics, cups of tea, and sharpies.

Listen, Learn

Summary: University student Arthur reads textbooks on tape for extra money. Merlin is blind.

Map of Honour

Summary: Arthur sustains a mortal wound in battle, and makes preparations to accept his fate. Merlin has other ideas.

The Wall of Arthur

Summary: In a surprisingly good David Attenborough impression, Gwaine said, “Here you see the remarkable mating ritual of the Merlin and the Arthur. Which involves mostly insults and swearing.” Or: How Merlin and Arthur Met and Why There is a Restroom Wall Dedicated to Arthur’s Ass.
Adventures of Bree & Alex - Part 3

The stones were far larger than what Bree had expected. Tall, intimidating. She hadn’t thought about what would happen once they arrived at the stones. Her brain had skipped the process of questioning how they would travel or what it would be like.

Mama had only told them she touched the center stone, and woke up in a different century.

But what if it didn’t work? What if they came all this way, only to find out their mother was delusional and their fa… and Frank was a gullible asshole?

Alex walked up beside Bree, taking in the surrounding stones. “Wow. I understand now why there’s legends about this place. It’s eerie, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it really is.”

It was a dark, cloudy day. The chill in the air along with the slight breeze only added to the tension that was rising up inside Bree. She was sure Alex could feel it as well. He had crossed his arms and was standing unusually tall for being the more timid of the two. It looked like Bree would have to take the lead on this, before they changed their minds.

“Well, I guess there’s no point in just standing around. You ready to do this?”

“Not really. But I’m not turning back now without trying. Here’s your bag.” Alex handed Bree’s satchel over to her, securing it over her shoulders.

“We’ll have to touch it at the same time. Just to be on the safe side.”

“Okay. You remember when we’re going back to, right?”

“1766,” Bree stated.

“Good. He should be in Edinburgh. We’ll need to find two horses. It’ll take us a day or two to ride to Edinburgh; four or five if we have to walk. You have everything we need?”

“I think so. I’ve got the map, money for the horses. The food and blankets are in your bag.”

“You think we’ll blend in enough with these clothes?” Alex inquired, looking down at his outfit.

The woman at the costume store had dressed them in what she described as “the most accurate styles for the 18th Century”. Alex was in a white shirt, a dark brown vest with matching breeches and a navy blue jacket. Bree, who objected entirely throughout getting dressed, had on a white shift and stays, with a dark green bodice and petticoat.

“We better or I’m coming back through the stones and giving that old lady a good ass kicking.”

When growing up, the pair had always been very close, although their personalities differed greatly. Bree was outgoing - strong minded, and happy to let you know she was. Alex was more reserved, happy to just go with the flow. He prefered to avoid confrontation at all costs.

“Well, come on Alex. Let’s get this show on the road.” Bree reached down and grabbed her brother’s hand. Walking closer to the center stone, the twins felt the winds begin to pick up.

“Holy shit. Do you hear that?” Bree turned her head, listening to whatever Alex had picked up on. That’s when she heard it. I high pitched whistling noise, like a train off in the distance.

“If this isn’t paranormal, mystical shit, I don’t know what is,” Bree mumbled, trying to cover her fear in nonchalance.

With each step they took toward the stone, the winds picked up and the louder the whistling became. Once within arms reach, they stopped and looked at each other, still holding hands. Bree wasn’t sure if she was holding his hand to steady him, or to steady herself.

“On the count of three?” Alex asked, sounding stronger than Bree had thought he would.

“On the count of three,” she confirmed.

Alex started, “One.”

“Two.” Reaching out with their inactive hands, the tips of their fingers nearing the stone.

“Three!” the twins shouted, holding back their fears and reservations, and lunging to the stone.




now im opening emergency commission


Warrior Culture : Pirate

Naval Raiders used false flag operations (raising the flag of the target ships nation in order to close on the enemy), insurance scams (it was easier and cheaper for both parties if the ship surrendered its cargo to the Pirates bloodlessly), and firepower (force and intimidation) to take ships and cargo’s. Pirates were often a rag tag bunch, using ships of various sizes almost always designed for other purposes but refitted as privateers (lawful pirates given legal permission to target the maritime interests of the opposing countries merchant navies).