The two of you lay half way asleep in your shared bed. Soba lays nearby on her own bed, curled up and slightly snoring. Genji nestles his head into your neck and his bared fangs feel cool against your warm skin. The sensation wakes you up as you reach up to touch him.
His darkened skin is covered in nothing but horrifying scars– but you loved each and every one of them. You turn to face him and Genji begins to shy away from your gaze, but you reassure him that it’s okay– you love him deeply, truly, and you want him to feel better about himself.
“Why do you love someone like me?” He asks.
“You understand me, you care about me,” you pause and tuck his messy, black hair behind his ear, “you’re kind to me, and you never judge me,”
Genji blushes from your compliments as he’s completely lost for words. Your hand still cups his cool, scarred skin and you tenderly begin to kiss each scar on his face.
By a complete accident, you kiss a scar along his lips and you stray just a little too long. Eventually you feel the same pressure being applied back… and finally he pulls back in shyness.
“Again,” he demands.
“What’s the magic word?” you remind him.
“Again… please,”
You happily kiss him once more as he grins that same grin you fell in love with so long ago.
You sat and kicked your heels against the bench anxiously while you waited for the nurse to finish tying the elastic around your arm. Having blood drawn made you nervous. The first time you had it done–after they finally calmed you enough to get the needle in–the sight of your blood pumping into the tiny plastic vial had made you faint. Now you always made sure to bring moral support.
McCree:
McCree stood nearby with a hand rested on your leg and a barely concealed grin on his face. He had no love for medical procedure of any kind, but the terror in your eyes when you saw a needle was so endearing he had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. You were staring nervously at where you knew the needle was heading when he pinched your leg hard.
“Ow, what has that for?” you said, turning your attention to him.
He laughed despite his best efforts to keep a straight face. You heard the nurse chuckling quietly and turned to see she already had gauze pressed against your skin. The ordeal was over, and you hadn’t even noticed.
Genji:
Genji always tried to talk you through your fears, a habit you were grateful for. With his guidance you had overcome both your irrational fear of spiders and your intense distrust of calamari. Conquering your fear of needles would be the greatest challenge yet. Every day since you asked him to join you he’d coached you the way he had for your previous fears.
“Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded, too nervous to speak. “Take a deep breath.”
You breathed in together and held it. The pinch of the needle hurt for only a second, and then it was done. You breathed out and smiled.
“I did it!” you exclaimed. “Thank you.”
Hanzo:
Hanzo hadn’t questioned why you were scared or why you wanted him with you when you invited him. He simply said “Of course” and left it at that. From the way he eyed the needle you might have guessed it made him just as nervous as you were, but you didn’t want to hurt his pride by asking.
You jumped when the needle pierced your skin, and he gave your hand a comforting squeeze. You focused on his presence beside you and tried not to look at the needle in your arm. It was over in no time. He kissed your hand and smiled at you.
Imagine Zenyatta is your therapist. You admit to him that you’re lonely and craving physical contact. So he starts borrowing sweaters and hoodies (maybe from Genji) so he can add platonic cuddles to your therapy sessions.
He stood very still. The only movement was his breathing.
“Genji, are you alright?”
He turned around and planted his rear on the bed next to you.
“I will be.”
You shook your head.
“I don’t like this any more than you do,” you told him. You took his hand and squeezed. “I don’t do much lately and having sex with you is the highlight of my week.” You shook your head again. “That really should be more less than a week.”
He pulled your hand into his lap and said, “You are rubbing it in.”
You fought a smile. “No, no. I just want to spend more time with you.”
“I know.”
You had some moments of comfortable silence before Genji spoke up.
“I wish to discuss something.”
You nodded. He took off his face plates.
“I think I am ready to show you…”
Genji’s words trailed off. His chest heaved with a deep breath. You watched patiently as he hooked his fingers under the off-white pieces of armour attached to his body. They each came off with a soft pop. He let them drop to the floor, then he looked expectantly at you.
You looked him over with a smile. He was the same man. The same body, just slimmed down from the missing armour pieces.
“You’re naked!”
You weren’t sure what to say. Genji snickered, and the serious was mood lifted.
Most of Genji’s body was wrapped in rubbery, stretchy maroon material. Protecting heavily damaged skin underneath. In extreme cases, there was no skin left underneath to protect. Aside from his face, hair, and the right side of his chest, he was completely covered.
You placed your palm on the round, metal piece covering his heart. It was warm. Then you moved it towards his pec, skimming the skin, criss-crossed with dark brown scars. Genji flinched back, grinning.
“That tickles!” he said. His face darkened with embarrassment. “No one else has touched me there in…” He sighed and shook his head, “I don’t know.”
This was the first time he felt comfortable sharing his ‘naked’ body to someone that wasn’t a doctor or someone giving him repairs.
“Why do you look so serious?! You’re still my cute and sexy cat man. Come here,” you told him. You held your hands out for him to lean in for a kiss. You held his face, murmuring, “Handsome.”
Genji was relieved. He looked down at your mouth.
“You don’t know how much I had been worrying about this while I was away. It never seemed like the right time. I did not expect this to be so difficult.”
He looked back up into your eyes, taking a shuddering breath.
“Well, we can’t make love, but we could cuddle.”
Genji was disappointed, but that was the next best thing. He smiled and reached for you. You checked his beard for its spikiness factor first, but it was long enough to be harmless.
You had Genji be the big spoon at first, because of your big belly. His body was warm, somehow warmer than with his armour on.
“What are we going to name our kittens?” he asked after a few minutes.
“Okay, don’t be offended, but…”
Genji hummed sleepily in reply.
“I want you to pick their first names. Japanese names. I’ll pick the middle names.”
Genji huffed in amusement, a little blast of air hitting your neck.
“I’m not offended,” he said. His voice vibrated against your back. “Who wouldn’t want to name their own kittens?”
You both went back to quietly basking in each other’s company. After a while, you had to switch it up or fall asleep.
“Pet me,” Genji purred.
You rolled over. Genji tucked his head under your chin, cuddling as close as he could get with the bulge of your tummy in the way. His metal antenna poked gently at your cheek. You dragged your fingertips through his hair and against his scalp. He started to purr loudly immediately.
“You clearly missed this,” you paused to point out.
“Do not stop,” he groaned in complaint.
“Tsk, tsk.” What a brat.
You pet his head for a good while. Then he rolled over to show you his belly, and you pet that, too. You missed this, as well. He was contented, purring away, making his happiness contagious.
Your arm got tired, and he rolled over again. He pulled your shirt up to rub his cheek against your stomach.
“That tickles, Genji. Knock it off.”
You removed his hand that lay against your skin, but it still tickled. You gasped his name in realization.
“Hm?”
You planted his hand back.
“One of the babies is kicking,” you said.
The baby kicked at Genji’s hand. It was a tickle from the inside for you. You got a couple more movements from the baby, and then it stopped.
It felt more real. Your family was growing. Two little humans in your stomach, not just some human-shaped blotches on a medical scan.
“Which one do you think it is?” you asked Genji.
“I do not know.”
You made a mental note to ask the doctor for an appointment in the morning.
“So what did you talk to Angela about?” you asked.
The baby went quiet, and Genji explained that he talked her into accepting part time help. Some simple work that had you sitting on a chair at a desk most of the time, which sounded perfect. He left the next morning, and he took a smaller piece of your heart than usual. You were closer to Genji than ever. When you realized this, you put your hand on your stomach and sighed in relief that getting pregnant didn’t tear you apart.
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