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neonnoodledragon · 7 years

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It all happened in London...Ch1

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10101086/chapters/22501736

Summary:

Everyone was invited to Tracer and Emily's wedding in London. Genji was one of the groomsmen and Mercy was the maid of honor. This fanfic is based on one of the episodes in the TV series Friends.

Notes:

This is my first time writing an English fanfic and first time posting on AO3. Apologies for the incorrect grammar/spelling in it. Hope you guys enjoys this. I had fun writing this.

Overwatch and Overwatch characters belongs to Blizzard.

Chapter 1: Before the big day

Friends and families were invited to Tracer and Emily's wedding at King's Row Hotel in London. A dinner party was held the day before the wedding. Tables decorated with dishes of high class cuisines and wine and champagne in everyone's hands. Joys of laughter filled the atmosphere. Emily was in a stunning lime green evening gown and was chatting with one of her bridesmaids, Mei, who was wearing a blue elegant cheongsam with patterns of orchids in a darker shade of blue. The other bridesmaid, Pharah, was with her mom, Ana. Chatting with Tracer about the old days in Overwatch. Rienhardt, Jack and Gabriel came along when they heard Ana mentioning about this one time in a Halloween party at Watchpoint when Rienhardt fainted by the sight of Gabriel as a Halloween spirit with a pumpkin on his head. Mercy was Emily's maid of honor, still in her room changing. Only Tracer's best man, big old Winston, attended the dinner party.

"Winston~(Blink) Have you seen the other groomsmen?" The coattail behind Tracer's white suit drifted a bit as she blank in front of the scientist. "I afraid not, Tracer. I have not seen them yet. " Winston pushed his glasses closer to his face. "I can go check on them." Said Lucio, the DJ of the evening, after switching another jazz song, he left the stage. "I'll find them in time before this song ends." Even without skates, he swiftly swooshed trough the room filled with people. Passing through the gap between Roadhog and Junkrat who had big mountains of food piling on their plates causing them to loose their balance."Oi! Watch it, mate!" A few pieces of beef jumped and tumbled down to the very edge of Junkrat's plate, threatened to fall to the floor.

"Why's that you can't fit'n it now? Tomorrow's the wedding for god's sake!" McCree tried to button up Genji with all his might with the white shirt he lended to, but the button in the middle couldn't be buttoned up. "Dang it, Genji! Didn't ya said that you're a size L?" McCree's arms were shaking when the little white button was just an inch away from the button hole of the shirt. "I am a size L." It has been years since Genji wore clothes. "MMMMF...Well, you have got to lay off the ramen, man... almost there..." The round plastic was a few milimeters away. "I did not gain weight!" Genji protested. "SUCK IT IN, SHIMADA!" A visible vein surfaced on the cowboy's forehead, gritting his teeth as he tried to connect the shirt's plackets to the button. "Yo! What are you two doin'?" Lucio's head appeared from the hotel room's doorway. Bouncy brown dreadlocks swining to the front then back in place. "Fatso here can't button up." "For the last time! I did not gain weight!" A loud ripping sound quieted the room. McCree turned Genji around. Genji turned his head to see how bad the damage was. The right armhole was torn on the back. "I don't suppose you have an extra shirt do you, Lucio?" McCree's bionic hand cupped his chin, rubbing his beard from side to side as he stared at the silver shinly metal and brownish grey synthetics through the rip. "Sorry. Fresh out. I gave it to Junkrat dude." Sudden realization hit the cyborg. "Ah. Maybe it's the armor that made me couldn't fit." "Ya should've thought 'bout that sooner, Genji." The cowboy facepalmed himself and sighed in defeat. "Kuso. I didn't bring the tools for it." "Maybe Angie brought some with her. I remember she's at room 526. Go check it out." McCree lit his cigar and puffed a grey cloud out of his mouth. "Hey, guys. After you're done, remember to head to the party. Alright? See ya. Lucio out." The Brazilian DJ zipped through the hall, rushing back to the party before the jazz song ends.

Angela was facing back at the mirror looking at the reflection of the stuck zipper from the back of her gold cocktail dress struggling to zip up. She heard someone knocking at her door. "In a minute." She tugged the zipper a few more times, no use. She gave in and went to the door to open it. "Oh. Hi, Genji." She looked at the half dressed cyborg from top to bottom. A white unbutton shirt, black pants and belt, and black shoes. Shoes? "I have some trouble fitting in Jesse's shirt. I was wondering if you have by chance bring the tools for taking off my armor." "Fortunately for you, I did. I'm happy to help you with that. Come inside." She left the door open for him. "Thank you, Angela. I appreciate the effort." The doctor opened her luggage to find the tools as Genji sat on the bed. "Your dress isn't zip up." She couldn't believe that she absolutely forgot about it. "Oh! I'm sorry. I had some difficulties with it." She could feel herself blushing. Genji let out a few light chuckles. "Looks like I'm not the only one who has trouble with clothes." Angela's hands stopped searching for the tools as a cold touch made her body jolted. Metallic hands were working on the back of the frozen blondie. She felt the little piece of metal was forced down a bit then smoothly slid up to the top. "There you go." Angela looked at her reflection in the mirror, her smile grew as she twirled in her dress. She paused in front of Genji. "Thank you, Genji. You were a big help." "No problem, doc. Now, can you return the favor?" He gestured the shiny silver/white plates of armor. "Of course, Genji." She may not notice, but vents on Genji's shoulders almost popped out when she bent over to her luggage to continue to search for the tools. The dress really brings out the curves of her body. Matching her ocean blue eyes and diamond earrings. This was the first time he saw the angelic doctor besides her Valkyrie suit or her white, long doctor's coat. She was just so beautiful. "Alright. Let's get to work." A special drill-like tool was in her right hand. There wasn't a reaction for a while from the Shimada. "Huh? Oh, right."

They both sat on the bed. He took off the ripped, white shirt, threw it on the bed sheet. The doctor started working on his shoulder pads, then the ones on the upper arms', then the forearms'. More and more brownish-grey cybernetic skin was revealed piece after piece. Without the metal covering the arms of the Shimada, it became more visible to admire the detailed lines of the muscular arms. There was a 'wow' feeling in her mind. "Angela? Doctor Ziegler? Are you still there?" She snapped out of it as the cyborg gently waved in front of her face, found herself pausing for a moment. "Can you also take the chest plate off?" "Huh? Yes. Sure." Two silver plates were off, now for the white one on his stomach. Genji needed to unbuckle and pull down his pant a bit. "Wait..." The action of him undressing the lower part of him paused, holding the hem of his black pants and belt. "I didn't bring any underwear." The sentence had confused Angela. "What's wrong with that?" A moment of awkward silence passed by. "The remaining piece of armor on me is connected to the black 'thong'. So if you undo it..." She made an 'Oh' after the sudden realization. She remembered he still has his male parts attached.

"No worries. I can borrow Hanzo's. Would you come to my room after I borrow his underwear?"

"Of course, Genji. How about we say in thirty minutes?"

"Sure thing. My room number is 519."

"Okay. Give me a call when you're ready."

Genji buckled his pants as he stood up. Angela closed the door after they both waved their good byes. She was now alone in her room, recalling the time when she was unscrewing Genji's protective gear, feeling a bit hot. Boy, does she need a fan to cool down from the excitement of seeing his fit figure.

Thirty five minutes later.

-RING-RING-

"Hello?"

"Angela. It's Hana. Where are you girl?"

"I'm still in my room."

"What's the hold up? You're missing out the fun. Jesse and Hanzo are having a drinking contest and boy, are they good."

"I'm waiting for Genji's call. He needs some assistance with his armor."

"That's funny. I just saw him talking to Hanzo during the competition."

"He needs to borrow some underwear from him. That's all."

"HE WEARS CLOTHES!?"

"Well, he is going to tomorrow. He's one of the groomsmen."

"Well, hurry up, Doc. Z. "

"Okay. I'll see you then. Bye."

She hung the phone up.

-RING-RING-

"Genji?"

"OMG, Angela! The guys are stink'n drunk and they're singing moon river together! It's so hilarious!"

"Hana, Please. I'm waiting for a call."

"Okay. Sorry. Bye, then."

Phone hung up again.

-RING-RING-

"I don't care what's going on now! Stop calling me!"

Silence

"Oh, my. Genji? Is that you?"

"HA HA! You were right, Hana! She did fell for it!"

"Lena!"

"Sorry, luv. I couldn't resist. Plus, I drank a few shots, too."

Phone hung up again, angrily.

-RING-RING-

She sighed heavily before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Angela. Are you okay? You sound tired."

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Sumimasen. Hanzo was a bit drunk when I found him."

"I know. Hana told me."

"Anyway, I found his underwear. Are you available now?"

"Yes. I'll be on my way."

"See you then."

"Bye."

The phone was hung up, she picked up the tools and the door was shut as she left the room.

Room 519. Angela knocked twice on the door. "Coming." The door opened and Genji (with no pants) greeted the doctor in. "So, Hanzo agreed to lend you his underwear?" "Yes. He'll agree to anything when he's drunk." He waved the tighty-whitey in his right hand. "Shall we?" Angela held up the tool, pressed the switch on it two times making the drilling sound. Genji nodded, the two of them sat on the bed. The drill unscrewing the last remaining piece on the cyborg, carefully removing the large white plate along with the black thong. She saw the member of the younger Shimada, the color is the same as his synthetic skin, reflecting the diffuse light. Not wanting to be rude, she shifted her sight to her left. It's wasn't any better. The mirror was directly facing the both of them sitting on bed, with Genji's legs wide open. She immediately stood up, facing against the door. "I'll give you some privacy. Let me know when you're done." Genji tilted his head. "Doctor Ziegler, are you shy of seeing my member?" Angela's cheeks turned light red. "I though that you wouldn't mind since that you must've seen it many times during my treatment ten years ago." By the hearing of that made her cheeks redden even more. "Well, I respect your privacy. Okay? Just get dressed." A few robotic chuckles escaped from his mouth. "Angela. It's okay if you look." "Then why did you need to borrow underwear in the first place?" "I did thought that you might be a little uncomfortable in this situation. But I didn't thought that you would really mind that much." Angela hesitantly turned around to the naked man. "So, tell me doctor. Do I look good?" "Y-You look... healthy." For god's sake, Angela! He looks delicious! His biceps, abs and strong thighs. You've been observing them for a long time during the past. Why couldn't you calmly look straight at him now? "You look gorgeous, Angela." He stood up and held her hand, pushing back the string of gold on her forehead to the side of her ear. They were close now, very, close.

---The Next day---

"I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!!" The exciting, blinking girl barged in Genji's room without any warning. Tracer scared the dragon out of the Shimada that is still naked in his bed thankfully with bed sheets covering him. "Whoa! Oxton!" She exited his room, shouting with joy and heading toward the other rooms to do the same thing as well. The door slowly closed itself, making a click as it shut.

"Do you think she saw me!?" Underneath the bed sheets was Angela, naked, poking her head out when she was sure that the coast was clear. Two hearts were racing, still panicking of what just happened. "Morning Beautiful." Genji gave her a kiss on her head, a few seconds later the two of them were giggling about what they did last night.

Notes:

I finished this at 2AM so it's a bit messy, sorry. Comments and advice are appreciated. Thanks.

#gency #My first fanfic in English #It all happened in London #genji shimada #angela ziegler #Jesse McCree #lucio #D.VA #Tracer #Winston

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acaranna · 7 years

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Okay, so my darling @dorianofminrathous had her birthday on the 9th. So here is her present. A little late but I wanted it to be beta-read because it’s a present. But that’s done now - so enjoy!

Somewhere inside the castle a door slammed shut and startled Dorian awake. He groaned quietly; his headache pulsed in time with his heartbeat and he swore he could see colours dance behind his eyelids. The wall he leaned against still hadn't warmed up to his body temperature even though he had to be standing there for more than a few hours already. The stone remained relentlessly cold, though, and Dorian wrapped his arms around his body in what he hoped was casual. It would only do so much to keep him warm, he knew that. He also knew that he had to try.

Of course he could use his magic to heat up the area around himself, in order to have it warm and toasty. Yet he was already too aware of the stares he got simply standing there waiting beside the closed door. People passed him and while none of them did it obviously; they were all glancing at him. The high and mighty magister from Tevinter having to wait outside the Commander's door, and since daybreak at that.

Dorian had no idea what he would do if Cullen didn't return to his room for the night. He could give up and slink back to his own room where two or three bottles of wine waited for him ready to drown his sorrows. He couldn't even be angry at Cullen. It wasn't the Commander's fault. He hadn't been the one who pulled away in fear when the orlesian representative rounded the corner. In fact, Cullen had followed him with a confused expression on his face. Confused and sad.

His knees buckled and Dorian slid down the wall until he reached the ground. His heart broke when his vicious mind recreated the scene in his head again and again. Yet, Dorian knew that he would have reacted in the same manner even if it had only been a servant. Because he was still scared. His father's voice continued to echo through his skull whenever he tried to be open with whom he loved. It haunted him, even now.

Dorian sighed, ran a hand through his hair and didn't care one bit that he destroyed the two hours of work he'd put into it that morning. It was only his hair and given how the Inquisitor looked every other day it seemed that nobody cared about such things.

Another fact he had to remind himself more often than not. This was not Tevinter. Skyhold wasn't a part of the Tevinter Emporium and as such didn't fall under the same justice system. In fact, it seemed that the people here truly didn't care about who loved or fooled around with whom. He'd seen the Inquisitor and Sera cuddled up beneath one of the archways one day and locked in a deep kiss the day after that. People had passed them and neither batted an eye or gave the couple a second look. Though it could have been like that because it had been the Inquisitor and most people didn't want to get on her bad side.

A frustrated whine wanted to escape his lips but Dorian caught it just in time. He closed his eyes when the drumming in his head turned worse. The pressure inside his skull increased and it started to prickle beneath his lids. He wiped at them and swallowed. He'd just smeared his kohl over his face.

“Kaffas,” he breathed, his emotions starting to run haywire through his body. That was not a good sign. He had to find a place to hide before his mask cracked even more. Dorian swallowed against the ball of unease that sat in his stomach and braced himself against the wall.

It felt like hours before he finally stood upright again; still leaning against the wall but thankfully not on the ground anymore. Only a few more moments to gather his bearings and then he would be off. Maybe he would hide in the library; there were hardly any people there at this time of the day. There was Solas, though.

“Dorian?”

It couldn't be him. Not yet. Their meetings usually ran for another hour at least! Dorian's eyes he needed to blink a couple of times until it cleared enough that he could see again. The Commander stood before him, arms crossed and head tilted to the side. He looked curious and a bit concerned. Dorian flinched a little, from the light and the knowledge that he had to look a fright.

“Commander,” his voice broke on the word. He cleared his throat cursing the heat he felt rising in his cheeks. He wasn't a young boy who blushed so easily anymore. Yet, whenever he was in Cullen's company it felt like his body forgot all about the training his father had put him through. Also forgotten was the thought of hiding in the library. Right now he only wanted to crawl into Cullen's arms and hide until his headache went away and he felt right again in his body. Preferably behind the closed door.

“What a pleasure to see you,” Dorian tried again. “Did you adjourn the meeting for the day?”

Cullen frowned for a moment before ran a hand over his face. Dorian winced. Had he annoyed the man already? Or did he look so terrible that the Commander couldn't face him? This time he actually hoped that it only was the second option because that was something he could change.

“A servant came to tell me that you collapsed in front of my door,” Cullen explained quietly. His voice held no anger or annoyance, worry. Dorian's heart skipped a beat. Maybe he hadn't destroyed everything just yet? If the Commander still talked to him it meant something, right?

“I … didn't collapse,” Dorian was embarrassed. He should have known that one of the servants would run to Cullen. They'd seen him stand there for almost the whole day. Maybe they thought he'd done something to the Commander's room and collapsed because he exhausted his magic. It wouldn't be surprising.

“Right.” Cullen didn't believe him that much was clear. He hadn't told him to leave yet which was something at least. Dorian stepped aside when the Commander reached for the door. It opened with a soft 'click'. He watched silently while the other man entered the room. The door remained open while moments passed.

“Come inside, please,” Cullen came back to the door, without his heavy overcoat. “I think we need to talk.” 'We need to talk' – that was not something Dorian thought he would ever hear. Yet here he was, swallowing against the lump in his throat before he stepped through the door and closed it afterwards.

A tiny smile raced over his lips when he was, once again, confronted with the chaotic yet somehow organized room that made up the Commander’s sleeping arrangements. Being there felt comfortable in a way that would be impossible in Tevinter where the sleeping quarters looked like throne rooms themselves. At least the ones that Dorian had seen before he’d run from it.

Crystal chimed when it accidentally hit the carafe. Dorian’s eyes automatically sought the source of the sound and found Cullen casually filling two chalices with wine. His movements looked neither forced nor deliberate. Watching the motions of lifting, tipping and slowly setting the filled carafe soothed something in Dorian’s chest. His shoulders lost their tension and he could swear that even his headache eased up somewhat.

“You have been waiting for me.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t an accusation either. It was simply a statement and yet Dorian had to stop himself from either making a snarky comment or jumping to his own defence. It was the truth after all.

“I did,” he huffed and shook his head. He regretted the action a moment later when a hot poker seemed to be lodged in the back of his head. Gritting his teeth against a pained moan Dorian slipped a practiced smile onto his lips before he walked over to the Commander.

“Stop that, Dorian. Stop pretending when we’re alone with each other,” their fingers touched when he reached for the chalice. A shiver ran up his arm and down his back. Cullen looked at him with a serious expression yet his eyes held a warmth that always managed to make his stomach flip. It was gentle, careful and honest. It was something Dorian hadn’t had directed at him often.

It was also the one thing that made his mask slip faster than even fine wine could. His shoulders drooped and his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry.” The words felt cheap on his lips and Dorian hid his wince behind a sip from the wine. Cullen nodded and mirrored his action.

Silence fell over them and while it wasn’t exactly comfortable it wasn’t terrible either. Both men sipped their wine for a few minutes before Cullen placed his onto the table. He unbuckled his armor with an ease that came from years of practice. Then he settled himself onto the two-seater Josephine had made him get after she’d seen the both of them cuddled together in a too small chair.

“Do you trust me?” The question came out of nowhere and for a second Dorian thought he’d misheard it. Cullen’s earnest eyes told him that he hadn’t. He swallowed another mouthful of wine trying to buy himself some time.

That was the question of questions. Did he trust Cullen? What situation were they talking? In a fight? Without a doubt. In a room full of Tevinter nobles that only waited for the uncouth Ferelden to make a mistake? Yes, again. With his heart? He wasn’t sure but he knew that he wanted to. He wanted to trust Cullen so much.

“I’m scared.” The admission fell from his lips before Dorian could stop it. His mouth clamped shut so hard that his teeth clicked loudly and his eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to say that. At least not out loud.

Cullen nodded. He didn’t seem to be surprised.

“I know you are,” he confirmed. “And I can’t say that I don’t understand it. You made a dangerous decision, leaving Tevinter. You defied your father and his plans and maybe even the Magisterium. You came here, to help us. Maybe not right from the beginning but you do it now. Even though you know that mages don’t have a good standing here in Ferelden.”

Cullen paused for a moment to close his eyes. Maybe there were memories creeping up. They had talked about the nightmare a couple of times, though never in depth. The fear and pain or even the time hadn’t allowed it.

“And while I am sorry you had to go through all of that, I can’t help but be happy that you did it. If you hadn’t then I would have never met you.”

The warmth in Cullen’s eyes made Dorian’s eyes prickle. Another lump seemed to have lodged itself inside his throat. He had been prepared for loud yells or accusations. He certainly hadn’t been prepared for something like a confession.

“Amatus,” the endearment felt heavy when it left his tongue and yet it was deliberating. “I don’t like admitting it but I am scared.” He swallowed. The room seemed warmer than before and Dorian found himself wiping sweating hands on his robes.

“Just … just not for me. I am scared for you, amatus. The people here, they look up to you. They look to you for guidance when the Inquisitor is out and if they thought,” he broke off with a helpless shrug.

What was it about Cullen that managed to strip him off his confidence so quickly? What made him forget his training and carefully crafted mask? Why couldn’t he just shrug this off like he had done so many other things? Was it love? Or merely wishful thinking?

“Dorian,” Cullen’s voice pulled him in. “Come here.”

His body moved on its own. Soon he was settled beside the Commander with his head resting on Cullen’s shoulder and a strong arm around his shoulders. Silence fell over them again and Dorian relaxed completely for the first time that day. His headache still bothered him but he couldn’t bring himself to do something against it. Not when Cullen’s fingers brushed through his hair with such tenderness.

“You can’t always run away from me when there are people around.” The statement was quiet but rung loud in Dorian’s ears. It was nothing but the truth. He knew that, if asked, Cullen would keep their relationship behind closed doors or high rose bushes. Dorian also knew that it wasn’t fair of him to ask for that.

“I know that,” he replied softly. “I … I want to try. I don’t want to hide who I am but I am scared.”

Cullen’s lips brushed against his temple with a small smile.

“I know and I am not asking you to walk hand in hand into the Magisterium with me at you side,” there was a pause, “although their faces might be worth it.”

Dorian laughed quietly when he thought about old Iranious apoplectic expression or the way Lady Serinalis would screech and point his way.

“Maybe, one day,” he curled a little closer. The words felt a little like a promise.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #cullrian #dorian pavus #cullen rutherford #birthday present #p:cullrian

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