Sapientes Gladio's Fanfic Archive

Originally posted on Tumblr in Summer of 2017, also posted on Dreamwidth & AO3.
The AO3 version is the superior version honestly.

Prompt 101: "I did it..."

Summary: They knew that doing business with the prestigious Nigerian family would lead doors for the future of their clan and preferably further bonds down the line. This union between the two families were to ensure a path to be paved for both their oldest sons.


Speaking of those two, the dojo seems to be a fitting arena for sparring. . .

The Shimada clan made their point to involve themselves with business of one of the strongest competitors in prosthetic-technology in the world, the Ogundimu family. They knew that doing business with the prestigious Nigerian family would lead doors for the future of their clan and preferably further bonds down the line. This union between the two families were to ensure a path to be paved for both their oldest sons. The fathers felt their sons were getting along quite well that they felt they should meet twice a year, during the spring or summer and during the winter months. Not only to better acquaint themselves and do business amicably in each other’s respective countries, but to also allow the two heirs to better familiarize themselves with one another. Speaking of those two, the dojo seems to be a particular arena for sparring. . .

What’s it gonna be
‘Cause I can’t pretend

“Come Hanzo, I was under the impression you were proficient in martial arts,” A reverberating accented voice taunted the man that was on the ground before him. “Unless your training shirks the importance of hand-to-hand combat?” Good natured taunting, provokes the oldest heir of the Shimada clan, to rise and ready his fighting stance once more.

His hair coming out of his ponytail, his knuckles slowly starting to bruise and bleed out from underneath his wrapped hands. A bloodied nose and a small bruise underneath his left eye blaring fiercely towards their opponent. Narrowing his eyes, he advanced with steadfast determination to bring down his sparring partner. Hanzo appreciates a challenge, especially if the opponent was a man who dedicated himself to hand-to-hand martial arts and was a national victor in his respective continent. However, to get better at his own art and training, he must train with the best, despite the man being out of his league in skill.

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Originally posted on Tumblr in Summer of 2017, also posted on Dreamwidth & AO3.
The AO3 version is the superior version honestly.

Prompt 44: "I'm going to keep you safe."

Summary: “You wanted to protect everyone you surrounded yourself with, to ensure they lived another day.” He answers his own question The medic is a humanitarian through and through and would sooner give his last even when he was in need. The man truly was an angel, moments like these had found ex-yakuza wondering to himself how in the hell did he wind up with someone like this?

“Doesn’t help that months after that hurricane, the Omnic Crisis came,” rubbing his eyes as means to bate sleep or the incoming tears away.

A storm is passing by the Spanish Coast at Gibraltar, a tumultuous one indeed. Lightning cracks, thunder blares loudly outside of the base; waves crashing harshly. If they were on one of those old-fashioned pirate ships, there’s a good chance that everyone would be shipwrecked. The likelihood of any survivors were slim.

Storms however did not bother Hanzo; quite the contrary, it soothes and delivers peace to his mind. The rain belting down on the windows relaxing and allows for him to fall asleep easily. Well, if the shaking lump beside him could sleep.

“I will never understand your fear of storms, unless you choose to share them with me,” Peering down from his tablet, he was reading a novel in his native language to try to lull himself to sleep. Sighing, he pulls back the covers to reveal a mass of dreads and a shirtless freedom fighter that just so happened to be a world-renowned DJ.

“Lúcio, it is going on one in the morning.” The archer felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips, out of the sincerity that the display before him was in a word, endearing.

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Originally posted on AO3 in 11 Jul 2017, also posted on Tumblr.

Summary: Privacy is a privilege they both value, considering how the other agents always surround them in one way or another-- some have venture guesses as to what’s going on between the two men. But as far as they are concerned, they’re all adults, what happens behind the privacy of their bedrooms is their business.

Well, that’s what Jesse thought until he felt Hanzo’s hand down his pants while they were enjoying movie night with the other agents.

Jesse remains unsure how he managed to wind himself in this situation.



Then again, in his defense and the type of life he has led thus far, he never knows how he winds up in these situations. Always blind-sided and never quite knowing how to properly adjust to the task, er, tasks at hand. At the very least, he remains in control in sharing who he devotes his time with. The ever pensive and quiet, Hanzo Shimada, that’s how the man appears at a glance anyway. They’ve been working alongside each other, usually in some of the same recon missions and having one another’s back out on the battlefield. In truth, Hanzo was rather withdrawn towards Jesse McCree at first, finding him obnoxious and hardly taking matters seriously. Wherein, he realizes he underestimates the Southwestern American from New Mexico. The man has led a life with his fair share of bloodshed on his hands to constantly remain solemn and detached, he is simply trying to live what’s left of his life to the fullest. Preferably behind a good cause with good intentions. With that, Hanzo’s initial distaste for the man continues to grow into camaraderie, one the gunslinger will comment on being “right as rain”. Unbeknownst to the others, there were some underlying tones of intimacy. Well, from the point of view of both men, that’s how it seems.


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