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Genji is a simple man. He works at a bakery, co-owned by himself, his brother Hanzo, and his cousin Kiriko. Between the three of them, Genji can’t bake to save his life. Instead, he’s normally assigned for deliveries to catering companies or in this case, the Oxton’s wedding.
Lena Oxton was a good friend of Genji’s after his accident. Not to mention his best friend, Cole Cassidy, was also attending. He was preparing the floral arrangements for the ceremony. Him and Cassidy were as thick as thieves, helping each other through rehab when they had nobody else. Cole had always been such a charming person to be around, so it wasn’t surprising for Genji to develop a small crush on the western florist.
But that’s not what Genji is really excited about. No, he’s finally getting his reclusive, stubborn, and socially anxious brother Hanzo to meet the guy who Genji hopes would maybe stand at the altar with him one day.
Okay so maybe it wasn’t a small crush but you can’t really blame Genji. This was the incredible, funny, handsome and one-of-a-kind cowboy that you really only see in movies. Genji was enamored by this guy, and the thought of him meeting his family made Genji’s heart beat into a song. He’d been so distracted with his own thoughts, that he didn’t realize he was rolling directly into someone before it was too late.
He impacted with the person fast, tumbling over a bit of furniture and them with it. The loud crash thundered and echoed in the nearly empty hallway. Immediately, Genji snapped out of his insignificant daydream to maneuver over and assess the damage.
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking to where I was going, are you alrigh-?” He barely got out before being cut off.
“These are utterly divine.” And Genji had stopped.
Paused right into his tracks. Caught, like a deer in headlights except instead of a blinding glare, it was the sound of an angel coming out from behind a cart. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he was hallucinating or not. It was deep and solid, but still felt light and soothing. Genji could feel every word ring through his soul and strike him. He was enthralled by the harmonic voice and the sheer sincerity that it leaked. It was like the pleasure from the sugar melted right into Genji’s ears and he could taste the sweetness on his tongue.
“Are.. you alright?” The man had said in concern.
Fuck, Genji wasn’t even sure he could feel his arms anymore with how much that voice had shredded through his body. It was like every enunciation burned him with fiery needles and soothed them with the coldest of ice.
“Y-yes! I’m fine!” Genji had exclaimed, feeling as though the air in his lungs had been siphoned out and pulled at his heart from every direction. He didn’t want to lose this mystery man’s attention. He had to say something, quick!
He looked down at the ruined cart of frosting and cupcake, sniffing the scent of sugar and red velvet waft through the mildly ventilated air.
“Ah… looks like I’ll have to make a batch of new cupcakes..” Genji turned his head back up and all but shouted.
“Your clothes!” He looked right at the stain of electric blue frosting and sprinkles on their garments, “They’re completely ruined, I’m so sorry let me help fix this mess- “
And suddenly it was like the chime of church bells rang into Genji’s ears. It echoed further and further down the winding halls of the venue, accentuated by every wall and bounced right in the collapsing heart of his.
This guy is giving Genji some major heart palpitations right now, so much that he could probably write this off as a medical issue. Everything so far had already ruined Genji beyond imaginable, and he hasn’t even seen the guy yet.
Genji... still hasn’t even seen his face yet.
He turned his head up with a slow rise. One that could be described as dramatic and suspenseful, the moment right before the climax and it made his body shiver with anticipation. He could feel his heart leap into his throat as he finally saw-
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Zenyatta, a man who could be described as many things. He is a devoted, altruistic guy that lived his life with tranquility and harmony. He dedicated his existence to helping the less fortunate provide forth the comfort and care needed all in the words of his god, the Iris.
Zen had met Emily while working at the rehab center together, and the two have kept in contact ever since. Ever since she began dating Lena, it was all she could talk about.
He was there to marry the two in holy matrimony.
Granted, he couldn’t actually do that considering he’s a monk, but it seems as though the happy couple hadn’t realized that. And who was Zenyatta to say no to one of his only friends?
Zenyatta was the man who enjoyed the smaller things in life. He graciously accepted every stem to the leaf, the intricacies in every building he came across, and the hot pavement below his feet. It harnessed the compassion and tranquility he held for life.
Zenyatta didn’t have many friends as one might think. In fact, he was actually quite isolated from others. Many found him condescending and believed he thought of them as inferior. Perhaps it was the smile that never left his face, or the way he spoke with complete sincerity. He personally likes to believe that it’s because he sees the true beauty in all those he comes across, which is simply too much of a foreign concept for them.
Still, it doesn’t change the fact Zenyatta is unbearably lonely. Maybe Zenyatta has a savior complex or what not, but even though he has spent his time devoting and volunteering for others that he never had the chance to make the connections. There was always someone else that needed his help. The upcoming wedding made his feelings of isolation worse, which in turn made him feel guilty. Zenyatta felt guilty from being jealous, he believed he would never find someone that would fill that cold, desolate void like Emily. At least, that’s what he thought right before…
His thoughts were interrupted by the saccharine smell of frosting and a driving force straight into his torso. Everything happened so fast that he lost his balance instantly. The loud clutter from himself, the cart, and the table next to him crashing down thundered and echoed through the nearly empty hallway. Zenyatta landed straight onto his backside with a thump and groaned in discomfort.
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking to where I was going, are you alrigh-?”
Before he could even say anything else, the scent of buttercream had already intoxicated Zenyatta. He wasn’t thinking, really. At least not when he took a finger and scooped some of the crushed frosting and cake mix into his mouth. It was heavenly. Zenyatta wanted to moan in utter delight from the otherworldly concoction he just put in his mouth.
“These are utterly divine.”
Zenyatta slowly picked himself up off the cool floor, brushing off any dust particles on his legs and looked at the guy who just slammed into him with a cart of cupcakes.
He wasn’t really expecting to see an attractive, japanese man look at him as though he was a god. Actually, he wasn’t really looking at him at all. It was like he was lost in his own world, yet those soft amber eyes started right into his.
Zenyatta took this precious moment to admire the absolute eye candy in front of him. The disheveled, jet black hair that sat on top of his head that seemed to become even more undone with his labored breaths. He had little green tips at the ends, which made Zenyatta wonder if he had ever dyed his hair. He moved his eyes lower to the blown black pupils that almost covered the prepossessing marigold irises. He almost missed the little mole right below his right eye, perfectly accentuating the sharp cheekbones which led right to plump lips. Zenyatta was starting for a little too long, and this silence started to become louder than the thumping in his chest.
“Are you alright..?” He asked in a hushed voice, as if to not scare off an animal.
The handsome man seemed to break free from his daze, darting his eyes down to the side before landing on the destruction that he had created. Smears of frosting were strewn all over their section of the hallway and Zenyatta only had half of a heart to feel guilty about savoring the delicious treats.
“Y-yes! I’m fine!” The guy barely barked out, like he was struggling to breathe. The man’s eyes moved to the destroyed snack cakes.
“Ah… looks like I’ll have to make a batch of new cupcakes..” He stated in earnest. It made Zenyatta feel as though it was his fault. Technically it partially was.. Oh. He could only assume what the man was there for before he said something else.
“Your clothes!” And Zenyatta looked down to see the sugary frosting mix in with the fabric. He only just realized the stickiness clinging to his skin. “They’re completely ruined, I’m so sorry let me help fix this mess- “
And Zenyatta laughed. It had surprised both him and the other man. Maybe it was how absurd the entire situation was, or maybe it was the sickeningly sweet mixture that was starting to burn Zenyatta’s nostrils. Either way, he laughed like it was the funniest joke ever.
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Genji has never seen someone so drop-dead gorgeous before. It was a love at first sight for him, the olive skin that contrasted the shimmering icy blues of their irises. Their hair was cleanly shaven and it just elaborated more on the soft facial features they donned. He had large eyes that seemed like portals, surrounded by an absurd amount of freckles which most likely painted their entire body.
All Genji wanted to do was to grab the man by the waist and give him everything he ever asked for. He just wanted to beg and worship this guy for even existing.
“Ah..” He took a moment to catch his breath, “I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Zenyatta, the officiant for Oxton's wedding.”
Oh Genji was so fucked. He clutched the destroyed cart with his life from how much Zenyatta’s voice made his legs shake. Even the name “Zenyatta” fit the man so well. He committed the word to memory and sealed it into his heart.
“G-genji! Genji Shimada, I’m with the catering company? Er- You might know us from Shimada Pastries down by fifth… We make Japanese baked goods and the cupcakes for this wedding and-”
Zenyatta moved closer and inspected Genji, which made his heart skip a beat.
“Shimada Pastries..?” Zenyatta recalled, “Oh, I love their goods! I normally stop by every morning to grab a muffin, but I don’t think I've ever seen you there..”
Genji could’ve sworn he heard a twinge of disappointment at the end of that sentence.
“Ah yeah.. I normally work deliveries and prep work.” Best not to tell him I can't cook..
Iris, this Genji guy was so nervous. It was cute.
“Well, seeing as I can’t wear these anymore” The two looked down to the frosting covered robes, “Might you accompany me to the cleaners? The ceremony starts in seven hours and I know one that’s close by the bakery..” Zenyatta hoped he would get the hint.
Meanwhile, Genji’s mind was racing and desperately trying to be realistic. Yet all he could see was forming a future with Zenyatta. He could barely form the words that came out of his mouth.
“S-sure! I’m good with that, yeah- Let’s go!” He said a little too quickly.
Zenyatta had laughed, filling the room yet again with the sound of ringing bells.
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The two precariously rolled the cart of smashed cupcakes towards the elevator. They tried to pick up any scraps that were left on the floor but after ten minutes, they just decided to notify the janitors.
“Where do we…” Genji gasped as he saw Zenyatta wiping off the frosting on his already tarnished garments. Sure it was logical, but he never expected for him to do that.
“Oh! My apologies, here.” Zenyatta grabbed his sugar coated fingers with his hand and pulled up his robes to wipe them clean. Genji was absolutely infatuated. He was so.. bold!
“There, all better.”
“I- Thanks..”
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This guy is gonna end him.
That’s all Zenyatta thought as they walked to Genji’s van. Every time he fluttered his eyelashes towards him, or smoothed back his hair with calloused hands. He wonders what they would feel like against his own, intertwined together. Maybe that’s why he was so shameless in the hallway.
“I hope you don’t mind frosting on your seats..” Zenyatta apologized as he climbed into the passenger’s chair.
“ ‘s fine. It’s seen its fair share of mishaps anyways.” Genji said coolly.
The two buckle their seatbelts and Genji starts to drive out of the parking lot. The atmosphere is awkward, save for the music coming out of the car speakers.
“Do you want to listen to something?” Zenyatta turned to see Genji looking at him with pink cheeks, one hand on the wheel and the other on Zenyatta’s seat as he backed out of their space.
He curled up in his seat, “This is fine. I’m just trying not to move all that much..” He tries to say calmly as he eye’d the muscles that were so close to his face, oh how he wished they held him. Genji just grunted in acknowledgement before focusing back on the road.
They swiftly arrived at the cleaners, Genji already being a fast driver and nervous from being next to Zenyatta. Maybe he broke a few traffic laws, but even so, the man didn’t say anything about it. In fact, for most of the car ride, all Zenyatta did was stare out the window or ask about the song that was playing. This is so awkward… Genji thought. I don’t wanna lose this guy!
He rolled into a space close to the entrance, unlocking the door on the passenger’s side.
“Do you need a ride back to the chapel? I’ll probably be done by the time your clothes are done cleaning.” Please say yes, say yes, say yes-
“If you insist. We didn’t have to stop here first, however, I could’ve helped you move the trays back inside..”
“It’s okay, I’ll just have someone there help me out.” Genji was lying, of course. The bakery was closed for the wedding, Kiriko and Hanzo were at the venue. He just didn’t want Zenyatta in those clothes for any longer.
“Alright.. I’ll see you soon?”
“Yeah. See you soon.”
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The sounds of slow jazz and laughter filled the evening sky. People danced away on the wooden floor. Zenyatta could see Hanzo speaking with Cassidy animatedly. Those two had always seemed like a good match. There’s Kiriko talking to Hana and Brigette. And there's his brother Ramattra.. drinking fruit punch by himself. Yet no sign of the man he was truly looking for.
“I was wondering when I’d get you alone.”
Zenyatta quickly turned around to see the man of his dreams, in a beautiful kimono.
“Mmhm.. Still feels like a dream, doesn’t it?” The man said before moving next to Zenyatta.
Genji pressed a kiss to Zenyatta’s head, holding him by the waist and pulling him closer. Their moment was interrupted by Lena and Emily passing to say their
congratulations.
“I can’t believe you two are finally married after eleven years! It feels surreal..”
“We can’t either,” Zenyatta responded, grabbing Genji’s hand and admiring the two golden bands on their ring fingers. “It truly is a dream.”
“You’re a dream” and Genji snuggled his head between the nook of Zenyatta’s head and shoulder, peppering more kisses as the other couple walked away in giggles.
“I married such a sap. You cried during your vows and almost dropped the rings.”
“You love this sap!”
“That I do.”
“You’re gonna love him even more tonight, handsome.”
“How vulgar!”
“And scandalous.”
The married couple shared a laugh as they stepped closer to the middle of the dance floor and became lost in each other’s eyes. The voids in their hearts filled with the all encompassing love they held for their lover. They swayed to slow jazz and clutched each other tight.