Somewhat Clear

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Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes & Genji Shimada

Warning: Blackwatch era, implied body horror, depression & angst, suicidal thoughts

Notes: my good friend @sidhedcv asked for more Blackwatch Reyes/Genji content in the world and I delivered, lol. She also paid the first 300 words of it, so even more kudos! ♥ 900 words on the house, because I love her to bits and she and her significant other are the best and I’m grateful to have them in my life ♥

Summary: When Gabriel promised Genji - restless after eight weeks of surgery, upgrades and rehabilitation - to send him on a mission if he could beat him at hand to hand combat, he’d underestimated the ninja’s desperation to get out of that hospital wing. Even though he wins the fight, Gabriel realizes that he’s lost somewhere else. He should’ve known that Genji was going to get the wrong message from the arrangement.

Excerpt:

“It’s really funny, if you think about it,” he kept talking as if he hadn’t been interrupted. A glossy sheen of tears was starting to wet his eyes. “Before- before. I planned to run, because I didn’t want to die. And now I spend all my waking hours wishing I was dead.”

More than once, Gabriel had asked himself if he had been cruel, when he told Angela to do whatever it was in her power to make him survive; but then he remembered the kid’s eyes when Gabriel’s team got to him after his brother maimed him, and the way he stubbornly clung to life as half of his body succumbed to organ failure, and - only a moment before - the fire in his eyes as he forced his new, unfamiliar artificial muscles to cooperate into landing a hit on him.

He’d wanted to see that again.

{read on AO3}

Commissioned by @the-jonesy, here’s a piece about their character’s backstory, Zekee! Thanks again for your support ♥

* Warning: contains explicit gore

The dust of the Arena mixes with blood, turning into a mass of gorey mud under the gladiators’ feet. Nobody pays attention to it, but Zekee remembers.

She doesn’t remember killing Korr’s murderer, not really.

She does remember the magic binding her limbs against her will, guts knotting in panic and pain and fear as the realization of what was going to happen crystallized in her mind. She remembers the sound of her own blood rushing into her ears loud like a scream- or maybe she was screaming, growling and snarling at the top of her lungs.

(was Korr screaming as she died, while Zekee helplessly struggled, powerless against invisible restrains?)

She remembers a night happened half a lifetime ago, a tussling becoming ferocious passion, laughter dissolving in the cold air. Caresses leaving bruises, Korr’s teeth tearing at the flesh of her ear like a brand, white-hot, and a fleeting emotion.

(we could do this forever, I would be okay with that)

She remembers Korr’s corpse laying on the ground, an empty shell made of dust, the cheers of the audience muffled in the distance like leaves rustling in the breeze. Much closer, her murderer’s relieved chuckle, the reek of his unearned sweat.

Rage.

White-hot like the scar in her ear, her body slams into his, flattening him on the ground. She sees the fear in his eyes, and feels nothing. Her hands grip his throat; the man opens his mouth to scream, and she can’t stand it.

(you don’t get to have a mouth to scream with)

His skull hits the ground with a thud when she pushes him down, and his jaw breaks with a sickening snap when she pulls at it. Blood gushes, gurgles in the man’s throat, he still screams. He screams, unhinged mouth bobbing for a second like a broken puppet’s, and Zekee has to claw at the ruined insides of his throat to shut him up. His tongue gets discarded, his windpipe crushed.

Silence, at last.

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