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You were accepted into a league of supernaturals some would say, for you were not entirely human. When you found out you could manipulate certain elements, light and snuff out flames, you knew you were born a sorcerer. You thought you could hide these secrets for as long as you lived, but fate forced your hand, exposing your abilities. Before you were hunted down and killed for your existence, you were saved and you now live in a fortress far away from danger. Overwatch.
At first, the first days were quite uncomfortable. You would hear the shifting of wind every time the Reaper decided to teleport to a rooftop to find solitude. Or you would hear Doctor Junkenstein laughing hysterically as the windows to his tower flash with bright blue electrical lighting. But eventually you settled down… until you started getting strange dreams.
They were so vivid that you could feel yourself squirm in your own bed. You could feel yourself flush as a mysterious figure appears in your dreams, brushing their hands on your skin as you sighed. Heat would boil in your stomach every time, and in those lucid moments you were in complete bliss. You would wake up with sweat dried on your body, your heart beating heavily as you try to comprehend each dream. You try to bear with them for a while, after all, it’s pretty embarrassing to talk to people about what you would classify as a wet dream. You were reaching your limit after a week however, your mind exhausted from projecting all these vivid dreams every night. You decided to visit the witch named Angela in her apothecary.
As you approach her door, you could hear the gently bubbling of a cauldron. And when you were about to knock on the door, it automatically opens for you.
“Ah, hello [Y/N]. Please, come in,” she smiles, closing a book she was reading and lets it go. The book levitates itself onto the nearby bookshelf as you walk in, the door shuts behind you.
“Is there anything you need help with? Do you still have trouble settling in?”
“Oh, no, it’s not like that. I… I think I might be cursed or something,” you say timidly. She squints her eyes to get a better look at you, brushing her blonde fringe behind her ear.
“Yes… indeed. You do seem awfully tired. Do you know when you started feeling cursed?” she says as she waves her finger, a few books float out of the bookshelf and open themselves at certain pages. You could briefly see they detail curses and how to cure them.
“Well… I started having dreams.” The books all flip pages simultaneously.
“Dreams? What kind of dreams?”
“Uhm…” you take a deep breath. “Erotic… dreams?”
All the books shut immediately, making you flinch. You begin regretting telling her this. Maybe it was just a really minor thing and you were bothering her. She lets out a sigh.
“I know the cause. One moment please.”
You watch the books fly back to the shelf as Angela sits in front of a crystal ball, bringing her hands up and focusing. In a cloud of purple smoke, you see the visage of Hanzo, one of the demons that reside at Overwatch. His grey skin and blank eyes clarify as he postures himself.
“Is there something you need of me, Lady Ziegler?”
“Could you find and send your brother up to my tower please? I wish to speak to him.”
He pauses for a second.
“Is he- “
“He is.”
Another pause, then a sigh from Hanzo.
“It will be done,” he says before his image fades, the swirling purple clouds fading from the crystal. Angela makes her way across the room and pats you on the shoulder, grabbing her broom along the way.
“Not to worry [Y/N], it’s not your fault that you’re getting these strange dreams. Please give me a moment.”
She stands by the door with her broom in hand. After a while the door swings open.
“Lady Ziegler, you called for me?”
An unfamiliar man walks in. He’s probably a part of Overwatch but you haven’t met him before. He seems to have small horns growing from his forehead, and as he walks through the threshold of the door he folds his wings in. The odd thing was, despite the dark demonic features of his horns, wings, and tail, his green hair seems quite out of place.
“Genji!” Angela shouts, hitting him with her magic broom. He cries out in surprise as Angela continues to hit him. “Stop. Invading. The. Dreams. Of. Overwatch. Members! You know how many times this has happened now? You’re bothering people.”
“Ouch, h-hey I can’t help it. It’s in my nature.”
“Well, you’re exhausting them. So stop it.”
Genji gives you a sly smirk. “Exhausting, you say?”
She hits him again.
“Ouch, alright alright. I’ll stop if it’s bothering them. Is that all, Lady Zielger?” he says with a sigh. She sheathes her broom, crossing her arms.
“Yes. You may leave, Genji.”
He steps out of the door, but before the door closes you see him glance at you with a smile. You feel your heart skip a bit. Angela fixes her robes before sitting back down on her armchair.
“Please accept an apology on his behalf. You see, Genji is an incubus. A demon that consumes one’s soul by first learning their desires, using it against them as weakness. The dreams should stop now, but if the dreams persist let me know and I shall pass on the word to his brother,” she says, crossing her legs and comfortably leaning back into her seat.
“Is that all?”
You nod. “Yes, thank you so much.”
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You exit her tower, walking down the spiralling staircase down to the courtyard. As you’re making your way back to your room, ecstatic that you can finally get a peaceful night’s sleep, a familiar voice calls out to you.
You turn around, and see Genji leaning against the wall of the tower, arms crossed and looking at you. After learning about what he is, you can’t help but feel disdain towards him.
“Is there something you need, Genji?” you ask cautiously, trying to keep your distance. He tilts his head and grins.
“I’ve seen some interesting things in your dream, [Y/N]”
Your face goes red in embarrassment. “That’s an invasion of my privacy! Please, don’t,” you sigh, coving your face with your hand in humiliation as you recall all the fantasies you experienced in your dream.
“Well it’s a bit too late now,” he laughs as he walks up to you. You try to back away but he catches up to you. The way he moves enchants you, and before you knew it he was close enough to you to brush his hand gently down your neck, making you shiver. He leans in and whispers in your ear.
“I will keep my promise; the dreams will stop. However…” he slides his other hand across your body, hitting the right spots which sends sparks of electricity across your skin. Your legs are quivering, barely keeping yourself standing as you feel yourself about to collapse. With just a few perfect gestures, you’re already a trembling mess. You avert your eyes, feeling ashamed at how quickly you’re captivated by his touch.
“There’s no shame in having fun. And besides, I already know what you desire.”
He kisses you, supporting your body with his arms as you lose control over yourself. Your body feels hot, like a fire burning in your stomach. You try to push him away, but you don’t have the willpower to reject the masterful advances of an incubus. He sees how much of a mess you’ve become, and he lets out a light chuckle. He lets go of you, letting you collapse onto the cold cobblestone ground and he starts to walk away.
“I’ll be around when you want me,” he says as he spreads out his wings. Just as he was about to take off into the sky, you reach out, and with whatever reckless magic you could summon forth you cast a bolt of unstable magic at him.
He dodges out of the way with no problem and turns back to you.
“Hey, what was that for- “his expression turns somewhat serious when he sees you shaking in anger, helpless on the ground, your fingers still extended and glowing from your spell.
You were angry because you hated the feeling of losing control. Losing control was what made you become hunted in the first place. And this man thinks it’s all just a prank? A game? In that moment, you felt weak giving into your desires, you felt helpless and hated it. Your attempt at a threat seemed to be ineffective considering how easily he dodged it, but you still wanted to make sure your thoughts about this was clear to him. You stand up, your legs wobbling slightly as you balanced. You harshly wipe your lips with the back of your hand, trying to erase the sensation of his kiss.
“Don’t touch me like that without my permission ever again,” you ordered, before you stormed your way to your room.