landofsomethingsomething:

I know a few with them bonding toward the end of or post-canon

We’re Parallel Sinking Ships by autoeuphoric is probably my favorite one. Post canon, I just love the idea behind this fic so much I have so many feelings about it ://///

Opia by swamp_adder is a post-game feelings jam one. I like this one although the author has different ideas about moirallegiance than I do and its categorized as dave <> dirk. 

Fall In by Jalules is a really sappy fluffy post game feelings fic. It’s not exactly my dirk or my dave but I like it a lot for what it is and I like fluffy feelings fics so shruggo

Most of the dave and dirk fics have to do with dave working thru his feelings post-canon. I’d really like to see more that focus on dirk or on both of them equally because I think it’s generally underestimated how important a relationship w/Dave is for Dirk, too, damn it. If anyone has any recs it’d be rad

trueblackhand:

i hadn’t heard of this before but it was a good writing/ learning experience, hopefully it’s alright– can definitely see han trying to give genji the boyhood he didn’t really get to have

cn: caregiver/little, daddy/little, regression, non-sexual, sfw

Genji is sprawled on the floor, he’s in a yukata that’s far too small for him but he seems happy, giggling brightly with delight as he hammers the buttons on his DS, rolling onto his back and pillowing his head against a cushion Hanzo had set down for him. Hanzo looks on from a low sofa, book open on his lap, half reading but more paying attention to Genji than anything else, he always keeps his gaze watchful when Genji lets go and regresses like this, wanting to make sure his little brother has everything he needs.

“Ah– no fair!” Genji whines at the screen of his console, but he keeps playing, at least for a while longer. Hanzo hears the music that signifies the end of the game for the fifth time and glances up to see Genji’s big eyes going round and watery as his lower lip starts to tremble, a ‘game over’ blocked out in capitals over what he was playing. Sniffling he shuffles his way over, fisting his hands in the cotton of Hanzo’s yukata and pulling on it. “Daddy–” he paws at Hanzo a little harder, until the elder sets his book down and gives him a gentle look, “Daddy I keep,” he hiccups between words, a pout setting across his face, “I keep losing at my game.”

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