He’s a total perv. He’s the kind of perv who stand behind her and sneaks his phone under her skirt so he can take pictures. He pinches her legs, untucks her shirt just for the “fun” of it. He always stands too close and crowds her space. He “accidentally” walks into her room while she’s changing. Set up cameras and takes video of her, has peeps holes in various places around the manor so he can watch her live and in person.
Tag: female reader
Kitty Kompanion Ch 11
“Tired, Honey. Tired,” you complained to Genji.
He had returned with your food and to check on you, to give you support emotionally and physically. You were so tired that his armour was comfortable lean against.
The next few days, you were a milk-producing machine. You caught a precious hour, or less, of sleep before Genji, Torbjorn, or Angela passed you a crying baby to feed. They changed your kittens’ diapers and bathed them when needed. They were a godsend, but you found yourself wondering if you could breastfeed in your sleep.
Pretty soon Angela was encouraging you to leave the medical bay to get some air and start sleeping in your own quarters. You were against this, assuming the help you were getting would stop. You didn’t voice this, though. You fed the babies and got into a wheelchair with Genji at the ready. You were relieved he was still here. So relieved that you might cry.
“Everyone wants to see you,” he said.
He pushed the wheelchair into the hallway.
“They do?”
You were suspicious. You felt like shit and were convinced you looked like it. No way would anyone want to see your face right now.
You were proved very wrong when Lena nearly smacked into your chest for a hug. Genji took you to the mess hall, with Lena walking beside you. She chattered about how adorable your squishy little babies were (she wanted to squish them with hugs). Everyone who was a hugger obliged you with a tight one. You weren’t sure why, but it felt it had been ages since you saw them. Holding them all eased something deep inside.
“Winston and I had a good idea. He was going to tell you, but I’m excited and I want to tell you now.”
Genji was unusually bubbly for someone who was recently rescued from torture. You were still tired, so you just hummed in acknowledgment.
He explained that one of his missions was clearing possibly dormant bastions out of Eichinwalde, Germany. Genji pretended to get annoyed when you chuckled at his stumbling over the pronounciation of ‘Eichinwalde.’ It was so cute.
“Bend down so I can pinch your cheeks,” you said, reaching back.
“No,” he huffed, tail swishing.
Anyway, there was an old bunker there that was still in working condition. Generator and everything. Talon had hardly any activity in Germany.
“We could live in that bunker together, as a family,” he continued happily. “Winston agreed to give me paternal leave. The only stipulation is… we have to bring Hanzo.” His voice lowered at the end, as if admitting something that would upset you.
“W-what, why?”
“Hanzo is the one in trouble this time.” He was pleased about that. “I volunteered to help him heal. That way I could keep an eye on him.”
“Winston agreed to that?”
He had. When you saw Winston, he repeated what Genji said. And then some.
“You can decide if you want to return to the watchpoint with your children after Hanzo is ready to return to active duty.”
“Oh,” you said dumbly.
You had always assumed it would be a ‘it takes a village to raise a child’ type of situation. Raising kids at the watchpoint didn’t bother you. Especially with people like Torbjorn and Angela around. Having your own place was something else, and the idea hadn’t sunk in yet. You leaned towards Genji during a lull in the conversation.
“I was looking forward to seeing Winston trying to deal with two curious kiddies,” you whispered to him.
You could picture it, the twins climbing all over the gorilla and getting in his way. Asking him questions about everything. Genji grinned and gently pinched your side for being rude, making you jump. That stretched your stitches.
“Ow…ow…” You swiftly brought your hands up to hover over them, hissing and mentally willing away the pain.
Genji whined in distress, guilt-ridden over causing you pain. He joined you with his own hovering hands, and his tail whipped back and forth.
“Are you…alright?” Winston asked awkwardly.
“I’ll be fine,” you said curtly. You blushed. “Maybe we can think about this?”
He blinked.
“Of course!” he exclaimed. “I think it’s the best course of action to transfer you and your family to the bunker, but no one is making you go.”
Winston had effectively excused you, so Genji stood up and wheeled you back. But back to your shared room, not the medbay. You whined when he pushed you into an empty room.
“My babies…”
“I thought you wanted rest. They’re being taken care of.”
“Okay, but tomorrow, I’m gonna take care of them.”
You weren’t the most joyful mother. ‘Dutiful’ was the better word. Loving the kittens as best you could, considering how tired you were. You insisted on doing most of the work yourself. Maybe it was a mistake, but they were your babies. If someone else raised them, even for a few weeks, you might regret it. You didn’t want to miss anything. The next few weeks were a blur of diapers, screaming, dragging yourself out of bed, and trying to refuse Genji’s help.
Soon you did break down, cry, and accept his help.
“I just want to make love to you, but I’m so tired,” you sobbed pitifully as he held you. Even though he had been there every day, you missed him terribly. It was confusing and distressing for your tired mind.
“I know, I know,” he told you softly. He didn’t like to see you like this, but he also wanted to laugh. You got yourself into this mess.
You lay your head on his shoulder. Your arms dangled like you held a weight in each hand. Every cell in your body cried out for rest. But it was almost time to change Sae’s diaper, and Ichiro was about to wake up. You may have been wearing yourself to the bone carrying for your babies, but you knew them the best out of anyone by now. Every time you anticipated their needs correctly was a happy little victory. You truly felt like you were doing a good job as a mother in those moments.
“Don’t,” you said, poking a finger up at his face.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t be smug. You wanna say ‘I told you so.’”
Genji let a little laughter out. You pouted at him childishly and turned around to seek Sae.
“No! No! Wait!”
Genji followed with a grin. After a few verbal exchanges, you gave in and let him put you to bed. Sae’s wail interrupted him tucking you in. You felt an emotional tug in her direction as Genji left to tend to her.
Genji came back to the doorway after a few seconds.
“What does she need?”
“Diaper.”
“Thanks, Mama.”
And he left. You snuggled into the pillow with a smile. You were a good mom. You felt it.
Genji was a good dad, as well. His presence soothed his kittens to the point of them falling asleep in his arms almost every time. In some cases, they slept more deeply being held than in their cribs. You had a pang of jealousy; they seemed to cry less when he took care of them.
During a checkup for the kittens, Angela casually mentioned that Hanzo’s recovery was going as well as can be expected. Genji tsked at himself for forgetting about his brother. He had been so wrapped up in helping you. Sae needed a feeding, so he dropped her off with you.
“Thank you, Genji. I love you,” you told him, taking the baby girl.
Genji rubbed his cheek on yours, did the same to Sae, and took Ichiro to Hanzo.
Warm tears streamed down Hanzo’s scrunched face. An ugly cry. He felt ugly inside. He inwardly berated himself for not feeling happy for Genji. Instead, he was jealous and resentful. It should have been him that had a mate and two healthy, precious kittens. He was the elder brother. The serious, responsible one. Why was it backwards? It wasn’t fair.
“Hanzo! Do you want to hold Ichiro?”
Genji’s voice interrupted Hanzo’s downward spiral. Hanzo scrambled mentally, pulling walls up. He forced himself to meet Genji’s eyes. Hanzo didn’t like the way his brother was staring into his soul. His pride kept his gaze level, however.
“Sorry, I,” Genji began tentatively, “You seem upset. Hanzo, I can see that. I just thought seeing your nephew might help. He makes me happy. I want to share that.”
Hanzo didn’t expect Genji to consider his feelings and to give him an opportunity to decline Genji’s offer. Since when had Genji grown into a fine young man? No, that wasn’t right. He was 35 and not a young man anymore. Hanzo’s reality shifted under him as he was forced to admit that he was wrong. It was staring at him in the face, his adult brother holding his newborn kitten.
Genji was distracted by his kitten’s face and broke eye contact to look at his child. He frowned slightly, eyes alight with the passion that he would defend his kittens with. And Hanzo wanted to be there by his side to help.
“Let me see him.”
Hanzo lifted his arms slowly. His hands shook with weakness. Genji ignored that and gingerly placed Ichiro into Hanzo’s arms.
“Like this,” Genji murmured, arranging Hanzo’s arms and hands properly around the kitten.
Hanzo was too tired to argue against the indignity of being ‘arranged’. His gaze softened when he looked at Ichiro. He nearly cried anew when he spotted the tiny, down-soft ears folded against his skull. He wished deep in his heart that this was his kitten. Either way, what he saw confirmed his previous resolution. To protect this baby boy and his twin sister with his life.
StepDaddy!Reaper x Step!Daughter
A commission for Anonymous ♡♡♡♡♡ You’re the stepdaughter of Reaper. You used to know him as Gabriel Reyes, the man your mom fell in love with. But life happened. Now he’s the Reaper, and he doesn’t like the way you dress. 3k
Noncon, dubcon, spanking, slut shaming, dubious use of tentacles, pseudo incest, smut.
Reluctance weighted down your feet as Reaper dragged you away from the conversation you were having with a Talon superior. An in-depth discussion of upcoming mission specifics would have to wait; it wasn’t in your best interest to protest. No matter how much your stomach twisted at the feeling of his clawed hand curled around your arm, his gruff voice in your ear stating that he needed to have a few words with you.
His disembodied voice gave you violent body shaking chills. For a man so big both in stature and in muscle, with his heavy boots, and being a man who uses the loudest weapons, Reaper sure could be dead quiet when he wanted to be. You hadn’t seen him coming, and neither had your superior.
The superior had teased in a whisper, “Dad’s mad, huh?” and you glared back at him for the comment. Not only because you knew that he was, in fact, mad (mad about what you weren’t sure at the time), but because you hated thinking of him that way. There may have been a point where you were happy, even loved having him as a stepfather. But that was a long time ago. When Overwatch was still intact, and he was an entirely different person.
please hear me out… genji who knows his sister takes sleeping pills and secretly ups her doseage so he can have her all night long. he hopes to get her trained and addicted in her sleep, but it’ll still probably shock and maybe even terrify her when she finds out what he’s been doing to her. :3c
Sister!reader’s starting to think that her sleeping pills are having very odd side effects on her body. She never wakes up in the same position that she was when she fell asleep. She even wakes up in different clothes sometimes. And the clothes that she fell asleep in, on occasion, go missing (Genji ripped them in the heat of the moment and had to have them tossed, or he keeps them as a souvenir). She’s often sore when she wakes and has bruises. She thinks she must be sleepwalking, even if none of the staff say they see her do such a thing when she questions them.
She still thinks that’s whats causing all her bruises and her losses and changes of clothes, so to prove that she’s right she sets up a camera one night so that she can see for herself. When she watches back the footage in the morning she’s horrified and disgusted. She was wrong; so wrong. It’s her big brother roughly tossing her around like a rag doll, rudely holding her down, digging his fingers into her skin, fucking her hard and fast.
The Dragon’s Bride
Another commission for the amazing Gal Pals anon! 💖💖💖 You’re a girl living in a studio Ghilibi-esk AU. A strange man walks into your village one day and stays a while. Strange. Once the man showed up you started having dreams about a dragon lord.
Sojiro x reader. A little nsfw. Mostly romance and fluff stuff. I would still say it’s rated mature. 5.2k.
The sky darkened, but also didn’t. The way it always did around your village. A village surrounded by lush vibrant trees and bountiful healthy wildlife. It rained, and yet the Sun still shined so brightly. Enough for the villagers to go about their busy day-to-day lives. Children screamed and splashed in puddles. The sky only darkened enough to house the transparent rain clouds. Clouds that to you looked normal, but to visitors, to the people passing through your quaint village, always took a moment out of their perilous, long journey to observe.
“They’re so… shimmery, Mama!” a child exclaimed to his mother.
She looked to the sky and you followed her gaze. Yes, they were shimmery, even the fat dollops of rain that fell from them seemed to incase glitter. But why that seemed to be abnormal to the little boy was a mystery to you. That was how it’d always had been, and how it always would be.
The young mother hummed. “Yes, they are quite strange aren’t they sweetie?” She reached into her silk blue coin purse, juggling her hardworking umbrella at the same time while she fished out coin. She handed the payment to you, you handed her her omamori, and the transaction was complete.
You each thank each other for the business and she walked away, chin still tilted towards the sky. She handed the charm to her son and said, “They’re odd but very pretty, don’t you think?” You had to laugh because the child couldn’t have cared less about the clouds anymore. He held the charm in his hand and was mesmerized by what he had been handed, the odd clouds forgotten.
My Beautiful Girl Ch 3
You and your father met in secret regularly to satiate your incestuous desires now. Not on the same day every week. No, your schedules wouldn’t allow that. Plus, that was cliche and foolish if you wanted to hide goings-on.
Genji loved to play with you. Every touch elicited a reaction. Panting, “Daddy,” or “fuck,” or a cute whine. Plus adorable squirming while two fingers were two knuckles deep, stroking a spot deep inside, previously unknown to you.
“That’s unfair,” you protested with just your voice. Your body was in complete disagreement. Your cunt was clenching at his fingers and your thighs stretched open.
“Quiet, your daddy knows best,” he said not unkindly, and he went back to sucking on your neck.
Genji had you pinned against the cold, tiled wall in a stall in the communal showers. Your back had long-since heated the tile. The water was running to cover the telling sound of your father pulling his fingers out to shove in three at once. He chased your orgasm until you arched your back away from the wall and pushed at his chest with your palms. He let you catch your breath, then you looked down at the floor to step down. You thought you were done, as you hadn’t made love since that time in Japan at your former apartment. Your father never took things further, and you were comfortable with that.
The way Genji dragged his gaze up and down your body told you differently this time. You wanted more, too, but you were too nervous to ask. As if being penetrated here would alert everyone in the base to what you were doing like they had a sixth sense for immoral activity.
“Did you get birth control from Angela like Daddy told you?” he asked. His voice was husky with anticipation like a blade being dragged against stone.
“Uhuh.” You nodded vigorously to make up for your lack of comprehensible words.
“Good girl.”
Without warning, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist. He used his other hand to quickly line his cock up and thrust inside. It was still a bit of a stretch, so you threw your head back and cried, “Daddy!”
You were too loud, so Genji had to fix that. He kissed you, hard. He sucked on your bottom lip as a signal to open up. He was moving slowly inside you, so your mouth dropped open anyway. While you were in heaven from being full, so full, of your daddy’s cock, Genji was trying not to think too hard.
That if you were on birth control now, and also his daughter, that you could easily be sleeping with other men. He wrapped his arms tighter around your shoulders as if he could keep you all to himself just by holding you. The other issue that nagged him was that this couldn’t possibly last forever. Surely you would find someone your own age to date. That thought spurred punishing thrusts that obliterated any rational last thoughts you may have had. You desperately squeezed your thighs around Genji’s waist.
You pulled away from the kiss to let out a shrill moan, and that snapped him back to reality. He stopped fucking you to arrange your arms around his neck.
“Hold on.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He took hold of your hips to control his thrusts. To make more precise strikes at your core. You lay back against the wall to enjoy the steady ride to completion. To enjoy bouncing on your daddy’s lap, with your daddy clinging to you for the closeness he craved and wished to give you. He moaned low and quiet, and you clenched around his cock. Cumming would be so easy, you just didn’t want this to end too soon.
The gritty scuff of a boot against the tiled floor outside the shower stall alerted you both to at least one other person in the bathroom. It was supposed to be deserted at this hour. Muffled conversation told you it was at least two people.
You tensed up, your cunt constricting around your father’s cock. The sudden surge of pleasure caught him off-guard.
“Ngh.” Genji held his orgasm back.
You shut your mouth tight like you’re sure your father wanted. You didn’t recognize the voices, it was too muffled.
Your father jerked his hips, going deeper. The base of his cock stretched you a bit further, and he came deep inside. He exhaled against your neck. His shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. He then bit into you with just with front teeth and pinned you tighter against the wall.
The two people lingered outside. Your core echoed your tension, clutching around Genji’s length. No matter, he only rolled his hips. He ground his pelvis into your clit, driving whines out of your mouth. He put his palm over your lips before you got any louder.
Genji pushed you bit-by-bit towards the edge. Your orgasm overwhelmed your being, and by the time your senses returned, there was silence outside the stall.
At long last your father allowed you some mercy, lowering your feet to the floor. He brought your forehead to his lips with a hand on the back of your head.
“Forgive your father. He has a weakness for almost being caught. We should not do that again in such a public place.”
“Yes, ‘Tousan.”
As much as you were disappointed to hear that, because the thrill of public fucking on top of the ultimate thrill of being on the end of your daddy’s dick, you had the niggling feeling that your unique relationship could end at any moment. Whether it would be because you’d be discovered and separated, or Genji coming to his senses and pushing you away. You were hoping obedience would stave this off.
So if your father said no more sex in the showers, then no more sex in the showers.
The two of you shared lingering, loving kisses and then conveniently cleaned yourselves using the shower.
“So who do you think it was?” you asked your father. “I didn’t recognize one of the voices.”
The stranger turns out to be your uncle, Hanzo. He looks so different from Genji, not just because he barely has any scars on his intact body. The quiet love for life that your father has is dimmed in Hanzo’s eyes. This, in contrast to his loud, commanding voice. Not quite as booming as Reinhardt’s, but he demands just as much respect when he speaks. You give him that respect. He’s not unkind to you and keeps you at a distance at first.
You charm your way past Hanzo’s defences. You have all the charisma of your father and lack all the negative associations that make Hanzo push his brother away. Hanzo is pleased to teach you how to handle a bow, and he’s even more pleased when he sees you holding the bow with an excited grin.
Genji should be immensely proud of you for getting along with Hanzo and happy that right now, you are being a link between the two brothers. Almost like a real family. But something about it eats at him. Riles him up. Genji found himself keeping mental notes of where your uncle was in relation to you. Hanzo being in the same room as you raised his hackles. Genji is aware of the change in himself. He hides it well from you and instead takes it out on your cunt. Hammers it with his hand over your mouth to stifle your screams. He only does this when Hanzo is off-base, just to be safe.
Hanzo sets to work right away, and Genji keeps you almost constantly full of his cum in the meantime. You welcome this rough, but less loving, type of fucking. You equate it with fatherly approval. Every time Genji comes undone while inside you, you feel loved and connected to your father. Your uncle’s face starts appearing in the back of your mind as you and Genji continue to fuck in secret. Hanzo is a beautiful man, so it only enhances the pleasure you feel. Genji has to clamp his hand tighter around your mouth.
Hanzo comments on the marks around your mouth when he next returns to the watchpoint the next day. Your face sets ablaze in embarrassment, and you make up a flimsy excuse. Hanzo hums, disbelieving, but he drops the subject. He has become a protective uncle to you. He pulls you close to place a kiss in your hair, then lets go. He’s just worried about you hurting yourself.
You revel in his affection, but the closer you get to Hanzo, the more worried you are that he will somehow find out about your and Genji’s secret.
Adding to your worries, Dr. Ziegler says she has serious news for you at your next appointment. Your father doesn’t have to come with, but he sees the dread in your expression. He needs to take care of his little girl.
Dr. Ziegler smiles sadly when she sees that Genji is with you.
“I’m glad you brought support. You know we’re all here for you,” she says. “You’re pregnant.”
The room spun, and your nausea wasn’t from the pregnancy. You reached for your father’s hand for comfort, for an emotional anchor. Genji moved his hand away, and you knew that was it. He was your father, no longer your daddy.
The next few days were awkward. You saw your sadness reflect in your father’s eyes. He often stared into space, silent, when normally he would chat with you. You watched him, scared to interrupt. He would come to the conclusion that you shouldn’t continue your trysts anymore. There was a serious consequence, but neither of you expected pregnancy. The birth control failed.
After three days, Genji announced your fate:
“I’m taking you back to Japan, Beautiful.”
He used your favourite nickname, but again, this was it. You sniffled and wiped your tears away, trying to be a big girl for your father. You took the flight there together, leaning against each other. You bundled up your jacket to use as a pillow and fell asleep on his shoulder to get some rest from your grief.
You woke, groggy, when the plane touched down. You lifted your head from Genji’s shoulder.
“The other flight is in a few hours,” Genji tells you gently.
He gets up, grabs his bag from the overhead bin, and leaves the plane. You follow, the wheels in your head turning.
You didn’t know this was a stopover flight. You hadn’t paid attention, just blindly obeyed your father and got on the plane. The logic followed then that this flight stopped halfway, in the US. You tried to ask for more details.
“’Tousan-”
“Come,” he ordered, firm but without edge.
Your chin fell towards your chest, and you followed his feet as they walked. He led you to what you assumed would be somewhere to eat.
“It is good that we have different last names. No one will be suspicious,” he said just loud enough for you to hear.
You looked up to see him open the door to a strange building. You followed him inside, curious. He took your hand, grabbing your attention.
“Just say, ‘I do,’ when the officiant looks at you.”
You stopped, the truth hitting you hard. Genji wasn’t breaking off your sexual relationship, he was taking you to Vegas to marry you.
Blackwatch Genji finding out he is falling in love with the female reader, and how he deals with it. (Reader likes him back) ~Cherry Anon
Blackwatch! Genji dealing with the feels
- He would deny and try to avoid you. But he cherishes those small moments with you so much though. You would notice that he would be pulling away in the friendship, leaving you to seek him out more than he would seek you.
- Still seeming he enjoyed time with you, you didn’t think much of it.
- He had seen in your friendship that you were kind and caring towards him. He was slowly falling for your sweetness. He hid his nervousness very well, you almost didn’t notice it at all.
- He’s so glad that his face plate covers his blush when he talks to you. He wants nothing more than to love you. These feelings really clash with his inner anger and resentment.
- The self hatred in himself made him believe that he was unlovable, but how you smiled at him give him a little bit of hope.
- He’s the type to secretly hug his blankets/roll around in his bed and think about how you looked at him or something you said.
- The thought of you makes him blush, he hates it and loves it. He wants so much to open up to you, but he doesn’t know how. He wants to fix up his emotional problems so he can be in a health relationship with you.
- He wouldn’t be the one to confess, he’d be too insecure to say it. But when you tell him, he will be the sweetest you have ever seen him.
a/n: kind of a short companion piece to this genji short i wrote a little while ago back on July 28th. vuage nsfw-ish again, tagged and featuring bw!genji once again because i love him.
“Some Brother!Hanzo x a cheeky, virgin sister!reader. She’s “curious” and Hanzo indulges her curiosity :3” So ummmm… Please??????? Like the moment I read this I was so fucking hyped to see it
WN: Public Sex, Dub-Con due to alcohol~
Hanzo’s not sure which excuse it is that keeps him from ripping his sister’s hips away, throwing her on her ass, and storming off. Whether it’s the alcohol that sings through his veins making him more agreeable than usual, or the fact that deep in his guts he really wants to feel his little sister’s bare, virgin cunt. Raw, and tight, and so wet. He can see it because you make it a point to show it to him. How pink and glistening you are, displayed by two dainty fingers spreading the folds of your slick lips apart. A small gape catches his eye, your cherry red insides, unsullied but any other man.
You straddle his lap, lower yourself, and bounce your silky velvet just so against the tip of his exposed cock; you do it again and again until it just pops inside of you. As promised, a surprise to him (he doesn’t trust you right now) you, in fact, only take in the tip. It’s swallowed up and gripped tightly. “Only” the tip still has Hanzo’s hips lurching. Dangerous as he almost thrusts himself all the way into your pristine flower. You gasp. “It feels good,” you say. Then giggle, wiggle your hips from side to side, so pleased with your current state.
Kitty Kompanion Ch 10
The day for your cesarean arrived and Genji still hadn’t come home. You were strangely calm. You discovered a reserve of nerves that you haven’t had to use before. Angela prepped you with serious, but soft, words. What you should expect if everything goes well.
“He’s out there, hoping you’re safe and well. Remember that,” she said.
You had an attentive nod for everything she said, but you didn’t feel or react any more than that.
“I’m going to put you under now.”
You squeezed your hand into a fist, flexing your arm, and glancing at the IV attached there.
“It’s going to be fine,” Angela reminded you one last time. She smoothed her hand over the tight bulge of your pregnant stomach.
You had a few moments of panic–Wait! Wait! Wait!–before falling unconscious.
—–
The senior Overwatch members knew where Genji was being held. That wasn’t the issue. It was the beefy security. Piles upon piles of Talon underlings patrolling key parts of the base. Overwatch was still small. Too small to take them all on if the alarm was raised. The only former Blackwatch agent was McCree, and that wasn’t enough. So they were in the planning phase.
Hanzo couldn’t wait for this. He informed Dr. Ziegler of where he was going. Then he left.
Sometime the next day, Hanzo slipped inside the Talon base. He spied on the security camera room and discovered where they were keeping Genji. His brother was laying on the floor of his cell. Hanzo noted that Talon chose to go with the sound-proofed walled cell, to keep tortured prisoners quiet. He moved with greater urgency.
Talon also chose to use identification chips implanted on the inside of the wrist. He tracked down the guard of the appropriate rank and took his life without a sound. He then discovered that this guard (and probably a lot of the others) had cybernetic arms.
How convenient, he thought.
Hanzo removed the arm with the implant and took it to Genji’s cell. He waved the man’s arm over the door mechanism. The door slide open. Hanzo stepped inside, allowing his footfalls to be heard.
“Hanzo…?” Genji croaked, his throat sore.
“The very same. I am here to drag you home,” he says. “Like usual.”
Genji dragged himself partially up onto his forearms. His face plates are missing, but those can be replaced.
“Tch, I am not the only fool in this family,” Genji says. Hanzo starts to argue, but Genji yells above his words, “Do you know what they will do to an intact member of our clan?!”
The implication is obvious to Hanzo. He came arrogantly without backup. If he is caught, there will be experimentation, and without regard for his human rights. Talon will dissect him and use the knowledge to enhance their soldiers.
“I am here now!” Hanzo yells back. He quiets down to speaking angrily through his teeth. “I can’t very well leave without you. Your mate awaits.”
“I suppose there is wisdom in those words.”
Hanzo helped get Genji out. Genji couldn’t move without flinching or groaning in pain. Hanzo had to help him walk. Hanzo kept it to himself how frustrated he was about it; they would be caught and returned to Genji’s cell if they couldn’t move more quickly.
With Genji limping beside him, Hanzo asks, “So, what happened?”
Genji takes a laboured breath.
“Sombra hacked my body. I made a mistake. I was tired. I let her get too close, and she disabled my body. Even you, with your lack of enhancements would have fared better than I did.”
Hanzo glared at Genji for the implication that Hanzo was weaker with his human body. His attitude was unbecoming of someone who should be grateful for being rescued.
“Can you stow your pride for a moment?” he growled.
“Can you?”
“Tch.”
Hanzo quietly seethed.
“We’re both fools,” Genji said softly.
Hanzo glanced at Genji’s weary smile. He cracked and smirked back.
“I will get you home. You can get some sleep and stop being grumpy at your older brother who just saved you. Heroically.”
“Sounds good to me.”
They eventually did escape, but not without attracting some attention.
—–
Robbed of the energy you had before you went under and momentarily unsure where you were, you woke. You glanced around blearily. You felt the comforting warmth of home in your chest a split second before you recognized that it was Genji’s back facing you on the bed next to yours. Hot tears of relief streamed down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold them back if you wanted to. Your exhaustion was too great.
“Dr. Ziegler,” said Athena’s even, reassuring voice, “the patient is awake.”
Genji rolled over towards you so fast that he fell over the edge of the bed with a “whoa!” and fell from your sight.
You tried to laugh, but it came out as a repetitive croak. You sniffled. His tail rose into view with an under curl.
“Land on your feet?”
Genji chuckled from the floor. Your voice was scratchy, because you needed water to wet your throat.
Your feline love was appearing in a more upright manner next to your side when Angela greeted you with a cup of water, matching her namesake. You don’t know what you would do without these two angels. When it was proven you had the strength to hold the glass of water–and down the whole thing–you wiped at your wet eyes and runny nose. You took your hands away, and Genji bent down to kiss your cheek and then press his own cheek to it. You longed to run your fingers through his greying black hair. Instead, he gave you a playful headbutt with the forehead of his helm, and you pushed him back, muttering, “Goddamnit.” What a sap.
Yet, the taste of affection squeezed your heart and reminded you that you had missed him deeply. You needed more than a taste to be reassured that he was really here and not about to disappear again.
“Hold my hand,” you said, your voice cracking.
He gave you his hand. You took it to your face and kissed all over it, wordlessly communicating your feelings. I missed you, I miss you, I missed you. Then you remembered Angela was still there and stopped. She was pink in the cheeks from having witnessed your private affections.
“I’d give you some privacy, but we need to discuss things.”
“I agree,” Genji said.
You turned your attention to her.
“We have good news,” she began. You groaned in disgust at the cliche. “And we have bad news.”
“Okay. The good news. Please,” you said. “I can’t handle bad news right now.”
Genji’s thumb pet the back of your hand.
“The good news is both your babies are healthy. The surgery went well.”
“Thank you, Angela,” Genji said.
“Of course.” She gave you both a small smile. The doctor explained that the younger baby boy, Ichiro Peter Shimada, was in observation for being slightly underweight and just needed time and extra care. His older sister, Sae Eilene Shimada, was perfectly healthy and waiting to see her mom. “Now for the bad news,” she said, a hand on her hip. “Both Hanzo and Genji returned alive but gravely injured.”
“I’m fine,” Genji whispered to you, in case you started to panic.
“Yes,” Angela echoed, “the nanites in Genji’s body took care of his wounds within a matter of hours. Hanzo, however…we didn’t have enough money left for the same amount of nanites for him. He will heal. But it will take some old-fashioned time and rest.”
You perked up with what little energy you had when the doctor said she would bring your baby boy. Genji slipped out of the room apologetically, promising to return very soon.
“I want you to feed your youngest first to make sure he puts on weight. If you run out of milk, we can give formula to the girl.” Angela brought fists to her cheeks and grinned widely. “She’s so darling!” she exclaimed.
To you, your breasts were gigantic by now. You didn’t see how you could run out of milk. Angela gingerly passed the little boy to you and gave you some alone time. You looked over his fat, squished little newborn baby face. He already had black hair on the top of his head. Instead of blue-black ears, your baby had dark teal fur on his ears. It was wondrous how you managed to birth such a cutie.
Ichiro stared sleepily back at you with round, brown eyes, probably preferring to go back to sleep. You kinda just stuck your boob in the baby’s face at first, assuming he would find the nipple. This was one of the baby’s few jobs. Ichiro managed to miss every attempt at first. He cried out softly in frustration.
“Hey, it isn’t my fault you can’t find the nipple,” you chided gently. “The areola has only doubled in size, my little dude. Like a giant target.”
Ichiro seemed to take offence and cried harder, hurting your ears.
“Oh, jeez, okay. My bad.”
You remembered that you loved these tiny humans and drew some patience from that. As much as you longed to hold them, you wanted to go back to sleep. Ichiro eventually got the idea, and he started to feed. His round little eyes closed.
“This is the one time you can use the excuse you that you were born yesterday,” you told him.
Genji came in. He whispered in awe, “Look at him,” and sat next to you on the bed. He cuddled up next to you, curled his tail around his thigh, and reached over to run his thumb on the baby’s chubby cheek.
“There’s none for you,” you tossed at him without looking up.
“You are a grumpy mama.”
“I’m tired.” Your stomach growled angrily. “And hungry, apparently.”
Genji got up to get you some food.
“Anything but bananas, please,” you begged.
When Ichiro got his fill, Angela came with Sae so you could feed her next. Ichiro was put in the wheeled crib next to your medical bed, and you put your baby girl to your chest. She latched onto your nipple with ease and looked up at you with attentive, dark eyes.
You reached over to the crib and pulled it closer to place Sae in it.
“Did you burp ‘em, yet?” said a rough voice.
You glanced at the foot of the bed to find a pair of hardened, wary eyes staring back at you.
“It’s her first day as a mother, Torbjorn,” said the doctor, appearing in the doorway. “Give her some slack.”
“Nonsense! I can help. She can sleep. She’ll need it in the coming months.”
You were torn. On one hand, those were your babies Torbjorn was wheeling away in the crib, with Angela following. On the other, he was so right. You fell back asleep before deciding whether you wanted the help or not.
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