ＳＡＵＣＹ ＴＡＬＥＳ 〈Overwatch Oneshots〉

consumed by the dragon - hanzo x reader

A/N: Based off of 'In the Midst of Two Dragons'- my first Overwatch fanfiction, where the heroine (a.k.a. Reader-chan) has the ability to charm/heal by physically touching another person.

Not suitable for work or kids.

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Not knowing what to do, you sat stiffly on the lower bunk bed, hands suspended in front of the potbelly stove to siphon its decaying warmth. The flames were already reduced to embers, yet you were still so desperately cold, your teeth began their chattering.

When the embers were no more, you wrapped the heavy fleece tightly around your shoulders and curled in your bed. Thankfully, Hanzo had already fallen asleep earlier, sparing you moments of awkwardness.

You forced your eyes closed, pulled the fabric of your blanket above your head, and willed yourself to sleep. The attempt lasted only minutes and your whole body began to shake in the cold. Desperate and wide awake, you curled over to your other side, hoping the movement will generate some heat.

Cursing your luck, you reflected on the day's events. You were assigned to a team with five other men, dispatched to Russia's wintry regions, and prevented the destruction of Volskaya's industries. The mission went as expected: quick and easy, albeit not without some bickering among the team. Returning home, however, was a different story.

An unexpected blizzard hit Volskaya's, forcing your team to stay in an old housing building with only three rooms. Naturally, the larger two rooms went to Winston and Reinhardt. Commander Morrison took up a room with Reinhardt, while McCree chose Winston over Hanzo due to a recent spat. You were left with the Japanese marksman, whom you weren't keen on being alone with because of major sexual tension.

Or maybe it was just you who felt it so. There was no doubt your desire for Hanzo existed. Never, in a million years, would you think to act on it.

To add to your misfortune, the heating system in the building was primitive. You hated how cold it was in this part of the world.

Unexpectedly, Hanzo's voice shot out in the darkness. "You are making it difficult to sleep."

"S-sorry," You softly murmured your apology, the cold affecting your speech. "I c-can't help it."

Hanzo gave no reply. With considerable effort, you willed yourself to clamp your jaw shut. It only lasted a minute before your teeth began their chattering again.

That was the last straw apparently, because above you came a series of  shuffling and a second later, Hanzo was out of bed standing  beside you. He stood unmoving for a good while, as if contemplating his  next action.

"Umm..." You looked up at him, able to see the hard lines of his body thanks to the dim light of the outside lamp post. How he was able to survive this cold with part of his upper torso exposed was beyond you.

"Make room." He commanded.

"Huh?" Startled upon the demand, you squeaked.

"You are clearly freezing. With all the noise you are making, neither of us will sleep tonight. We are going to resolve this by sharing body heat, so move aside."

Hanzo's voice sounded more annoyed than anything. Even if it did make sense, his suggestion still rattled you.

You scooted yourself over, too stunned to dread or even ponder this idea of being under the covers with Hanzo.

He climbed into the small lower bunk, settling next to you. Your heart raced to a million beats per minute when you felt the mattress springs shift under Hanzo's weight. To your surprise, it was already considerably warmer. Hanzo was radiating so  much heat, you were beginning to understand why he was always dressed like it was eternally summer. This weather probably didn't even  faze him in the slightest. It was like he had a built-in heater.