Time went on, and Angela put you on pregnancy leave. You had misgivings about being a financial burden while the recall was still relatively recent, but no one mentioned it. You had more immediate happenings, anyway. Your stomach got bigger. It wasn’t firm like the big bellies you’ve seen in ads for pregnancy lotions; it was jiggly. But not too big that you couldn’t just put on your stretchier or looser clothes. Everyone knew you were pregnant, anyway. Such changes weren’t going to surprise them. You still trained every day, but not before standing in front of the mirror and shaking your extra fat or finding a surprise pimple on your face.
Genji sat you down one day and explained that he wanted you to take it easier. He was quite serious, and you agreed, seeing how much it meant to him. You did solo training, for recruits. It was laughably easy. At first, it bruised your ego. You considered increasing the intensity, but you found yourself tiring earlier than expected. Fatigued, even. You blamed the growing baby and took up napping at midday.
Your naps had the side-effect of summoning your partner to the bed. You woke one day with Genji sleeping loosely curled with his face stuffed between the bed and your stomach. His knees were tucked towards his chest, and lately, he hadn’t been kicking you in the face as much. It tugged at your heartstrings to see the assassin like this. If only this was a nightly occurrence, and he didn’t leave on multitudes of missions lately. But this was what you both signed up for when you joined Overwatch, so you couldn’t argue.
He would probably leave again soon. The impending loneliness was ruining the mood, so you distracted yourself by toying with Genji’s toebeans. You held his foot with one hand and squeezed the pads with the other. You gently forced the claws out and reveled in the slight shiver at how close your face was to something that could cut your skin to ribbons. Then you let go, and the claw disappeared. You had learned that long as you didn’t touch the ticklish area between the green toebeans, Genji wouldn’t stir.
But eventually, he did.
“Why are you so obsessed with my feet,” Genji wondered, yawning and rolling over. You protested his foot leaving your grasp.
“You’re the only one with toebeans, and I get to touch them!” you said, smiling. You frown. “Unless Hanzo…?”
“He does not. He has a set of normal toes. It was Winston who suggested they be installed, actually.”
“Smart dude.”
Genji got off the bed to retrieve his faceplates.
“I must go,” he said. “I am needed…”
Genji kept talking, giving you the gist of his next mission, but it went in one ear and out the other. Where he went wasn’t important, because it would not be here. You sat up and watched him attach his swords to his back, thinking, Why don’t you stay? Why can’t you stay? Knowing full well why Genji couldn’t.
He returned to the bed to say his goodbye. He softly kissed your forehead, with a hand behind your head. His hand lingered for a few more moments when he pulled away.
“Stay safe, that is all you need to do.”
You could only watch him leave, having the urge to grab his wrist and tell him, “You spend too much time away.” Now was not the appropriate time. The man, your partner that had become your rock walked out the door to leave for another mission.
You couldn’t mope around in your room alone for long. You were restless. The training andthe subsequent nap left you ravenous.
You couldn’t eat most of the food in the kitchen. Everything had an overwhelming smell, and your stomach turned so often that you weren’t sure which foods turned you off and which didn’t. You were at a loss at what to do. You felt vulnerable and lonely, so one day you just showed up at Winston’s lab while most of the other agents were out doing other things. Winston stayed behind under the guise of needing to do digital paperwork, among other things, but you suspected he wanted to tinker by himself.
He placed an old, large pillow in one of the giant tires he usually sits in, so you could lounge in it like a beanbag chair. It turned out to be a good arrangement for the both of you to hang out in Winston’s lab. You could stomach his bananas, and he used you as an excuse to eat more peanut butter instead.
“I have to leave the pregnant woman something to eat,” he told Athena, placing the bunch of bananas in your lap and picking up a jar of peanut butter.
You quietly chewed a soft chunk of banana, listening to them bicker. You were less lonely. You spent your time either listened to Winston attempting to explain the science behind something or checked the internet for information on raising your baby (you conveniently forgot about the birthing process). Still, you missed Genji’s clingy, protective presence. He was frequently sent on stealth missions with Hanzo, and you worried that a high-stress situation would not help their relationship. You swallowed the food in your mouth.
“I’m worried about how they’re getting along out there.”
“Hm?”
You blinked, realizing you put no context to what you said. “Genji and Hanzo. They argued about my being pregnant. Hanzo was completely against it. Not like he can change the fact,” you said, rolling your eyes at Hanzo’s stubbornness.
“I wouldn’t worry. If they fight, well…cats have nine lives.” You wrinkled your nose at the terrible joke. “Although, in the case of Genji, maybe eight.”
“Oh, god,” you groaned, while Winston chuckled at his own jokes.
You pondered asking Winston about any details he might know about Genji’s status of cat-man that you didn’t. You hadn’t been comfortable asking Hanzo. It never came up in casual conversation. It seemed just accepted.
“…Hey, Winston?”
He grunted.
“Can you tell me anything Genji and Hanzo…being cat dudes?’
"I’m a little busy right now. However.” He sifted through the holopads on the side of his workspace. He tossed you one, which you thankfully caught before it hit you in the face. Score one for your training! “Athena can play you some entries from the former Blackwatch medic, Moira O’Deorain. It’s not much, but I can tell you more when I’m free.”
You agreed to ask him again another time and pressed play on the holopad.
“Captain’s log, stardate 73.01.13.” Dr. Deorain pauses to chuckle herself. “Whoever listens to this most likely won’t get the reference. Back to the topic at hand. Subject 25, also known as Blackwatch Agent Genji Shimada, is a genetic puzzle which eludes a solution. For now.
"My current hypotheses are as follows: One: the Shimada family are descendants of some large cat-human hybrid that evolved concurrently with modern humans. Although, their ability to produce healthy offspring with modern humans is nothing short of a miracle if that is correct,” the doctor mutters to herself.
“Two: someone in the past was dabbling in genetic splicing generations before their time, and I will be the one to uncover the evidence. Three: and this is highly unlikely, it is magic just as the commander says, and Subject 25’s status defies scientific explanation. The commander is allowing me to examine the subject tomorrow. I’ll know more then.”
Huh. You played the next one and skipped to the part about Genji.
“…Subject 25 purposefully avoided eye contact the entire time he was in my laboratory. The commander warned me of the subject’s foul temper, but Subject 25 did not hinder my examination of him at all. I took a few samples from the subject’s body. The only reaction my actions received was the subject watching my hands at work. Perhaps he liked my nail polish.”
You skipped ahead again.
“…I disagree with the number of nanites present in the samples. It’s clearly overkill, but that was always one of Dr. Ziegler’s failings. No one in charge is smart enough to realize it. The subject is in otherwise good health.”
You’re not sure what to make of that entry, so you play the next one.
“…The genetic material in the samples from Subject 25 is stubbornly normal. There isn’t even any evidence of tampering by the nanites. I need a more invasive sample. It’s too bad the subject’s feline features are no longer present on the body. I would have liked to examine and collect samples from those.”
Wow, what a cold way to refer to Genji’s missing ears and original tail.
“Using the first words he has spoken to me, Subject 25 refused to consent to have any more samples taken. He also bruised my wrist in the process. When I approached him, the commander wasn’t any help with my problem. He actually suggested I approach the good Dr. Ziegler to get what I needed. The subject trusts her more.” Dr. O’Deorain tutted. “I didn’t realize the commander had a sense of humour.”
“There are no more mentions of a Subject 25 or Agent Shimada in former Agent O’Deorain reports,” Athena stated after the last entry finished playing.
Winston sighed.
“She refused to believe that some things can’t eventually be broken down into understandable parts,” he said. “I think a few unexplained mysteries keeps you humble.”
“Ohhh, that’s wise, Winston.”
“Thank you!”
You yawned. Winston turned to observe you.
“Tired? Maybe time for a nap?”
“No,” you said. Weakly waving the suggestion off. “I’m fine for a bit.”
You jerked awake. You knew you should have listened to Winston. Your neck was sore from sleeping on Winston’s tire, and you groaned in irritation.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
Genji’s clear, but accented, voice gave chased out the last of your drowsiness. He had been brushing the sensitive pads on the underside of his fingers against your face while you were sleeping. Your cheeks were unbelievably soft to him. When he cupped his entire hand to your cheek, the shock of the cold metal woke you.
“Good. You’re awake,” said Winston from his nearby desk. “Maybe he can take you back to your real bed.”
Not a bad idea, but you had to do something first. You exclaimed his name and waved him in closer. You hugged him as tight as you could without hurting your bigger boobs on his chest plates. Then you squeezed his head to your chest and kissed the top of his helm. When you let go, he said, “I missed both of you.” He pecked your tummy.
Which pricked and made you jump. Genji had been away so long that he was growing facial hair in between his scars. You grabbed his face and inspected him.
“Could ya shave?”
You thumbed the bald patches between the wiry, black hair. His skin was soft from being protected by his face plates all the time. Genji pouted and reached for the plate that covers his mouth. It lay nearby.
“No, no. It’s cute. Just… you’re like a cactus right now.”
The way that he quickly brought his hand back and gave you a small smile told you that he wasn’t really hurt by your suggestion to shave.
Now that Genji was back with you, everything was better. It was time to stop moping. You wiggled on the tire and stuck out your hand.
“Help me up, please?”
You asked, and he readily agreed, to get some cuddle time in back at your shared room. You walked side-by-side down the hall, with you glancing at his hair-covered chin. It was so weird. Plus, and you didn’t notice this before because he usually kept his helm on, but the edges of his hair were salt and pepper.
“What?” he asked, looking at you.
“You’re graying!”
Genji reflexively started petting his fledgling beard.
“Not even Hanzo is grey yet,” you said.
Genji sighed sadly. “Yes.”
“You wanna look like Hanzo?”
“Maybe he would stop glaring at me if I did,” he joked.
You couldn’t help your face falling to sadness.
“I’m sorry things are like this between you.”
“Thank you, but I am handling it for now,” he said. He squeezed you momentarily to his side with an arm around your waist. He stopped to face you, and you stopped with him. “Look, I’ll put my visor so I don’t poke you…”
“But then I have to do this.” You pulled his face down until your nose bumped the metal. “So I can see your eyes.”
He blinked, his skin and eyes neon green from the glass covering them.
“Staring contest!”
You frowned deeply. You wanted to win, but Genji was a competitive man. His tail twitched back and forth behind him. You took your hands from his visor, slowly, stealthily reaching down. He wouldn’t expect this betrayal from his own lover. You swiftly took his hands and put his palms to your pregnant belly. He couldn’t resist and glanced down. You shouted and stomped a victory dance down the hallway.
“You cheated,” he deadpanned.
“I wasn’t gonna win otherwise,” you replied, unrepentant.
You let Genji catch up to you, and you both continued walking.
“So Winston told you were asking about me?” he asked.
“Yeah, he gave some reports from some Dr. O’Deorain.”
“Why did you not ask me?”
“You weren’t here.” You tried to keep your tone perky; you weren’t trying to guilt him. You took his hand in yours.
“I know,” he said, sounding sad despite your effort. “And Moira was not a doctor. I heard from McCree years later a rumour that no university would give her a doctorate. I am not surprised. While I was a part of Blackwatch, she tried to stimulate my knot without permission.” Genji growled, and his tail whipped to the side in anger.
Genji starts to show more care and worry about your well being than he did at first. Even going as far as to apologize if he hurts your feelings or notices if you are having a bad day.
Tries to spoil you with treasures in his caves, something that you always turn down whenever he tries to bury you in it.
The first time you saw Genji in his human form you freaked out, then again seeing a handsome naked man in Genji’s cave, where the dragon usually was a surprise.
It was even more of a surprise when the naked man’s face lit up when he saw you, running towards you with open arms and the biggest smile on his face.
Your face was flushed red when the man’s arms wrapped around you. His voice was excited, but you couldn’t understand a word that he was saying at first, but then something dawned on him and you could understand what he was saying.
“[Name], it’s me Genj!”
You couldn’t believe him, the Genji you know from how he talks about humans that he would never become one, but those eyes stopped you.
The scars on the man’s face were similar to the ones that Genji has, and the appearance of the little dragon going ‘meep’ the man laughed before he spoke.
“Soba, [Name] doesn’t believe me. Help me out.” Soba ‘meeped’ at you, crawling from Genji’s shoulder onto yours to ‘meep’ some more.
Genji’s face came closer towards your own, your face heated up the closer this came towards yours.
“Do you believe me [Name]? After all, you’re the only other one knows Soba’s name.”
“Yes, yes now get out of my face and put some clothes on!”
a/n: apparently somewhere in my head thought that writing some hc’s for sentai genji saving his crush, but also being close friends with them was a good idea. so here i am and i’m weak af to this sort of thing, also probably written since i’m hecka weak to anything power rangers or super sentai related.
i want to write more of this.
Sentai Genji:
Love at first sight, Genji get’s all of those little feelings fluttering for you the moment he lays eyes on you.
Whenever there’s a monster attacking your town, he hates having to ditch you on dates or outings. He knows that it makes you upset, but he cannot shirk his responsibilities to the city.
Genji also makes it his goal to prove to the Mystery Man that he is faster than a speeding bullet.
You are his greatest strength, but also his biggest weakness. He has been hurt multiple times to make sure that you are not harmed.
Sometimes his enemies will go as far as to use you against him, to which you often yell at him to just fight back and not worry about you, but he can’t.
What’s the point of having these powers if he can’t protect you with them?
“My only concern is that you are safe and out of harm’s way.” – something that Genji’s cheesy self would probably say. How heroically sappy of him to say that.
Expect a lot of cliche moments with Genji and his constant beeping watch getting in the way of those cliche moments.
a/n: heck yeah i can write this anon! i hope that you like it! answered in hc form since i’m a very, very sleepy mod.
Hanzo:
He’s worried when he cannot find his spirit dragons. While the dragons are well behaved when he’s unable to find them he feels a bit detached from his powers and doesn’t feel right.
Basically, a very uncomfortable man when his dragons are apart from him for too long.
Hanzo went to your room to see if you could help him find his dragons, as it has been several hours since they vanished, and he wanted your assistance since they are fond of you.
Only to learn that you were not in your room, so he set about searching for you, coming to several dead ends and not finding you in your usual places.
When Hanzo does find you and his dragons asleep on the couch he relaxes. His mind was running a mile a minute with every horrible scenario he could think of, but here you were. Asleep on the couch and his dragons curled around you in tight balls over the other. Your arms wrapped around them to make sure that they didn’t fall off the couch.
Hanzo could only smile.
Genji:
Not as worried as Hanzo when he’s unable to find his dragon. Much like he used to be his dragon is a free spirit and goes about the base as it pleases.
But he does get worried when you up and vanish. He knows that you were not on the roster for any missions, but you’re nowhere to be found.
You’re not at any of your usual haunts, nor are you in your room. It’s not like you to just up and vanish like this, makes him a little bit antsy when he’s unable to find you in your usual places or reach you via phone or communicator.
Immediately unwinds and relaxes when he finds you dozed off on the couch, his dragon curled up and snuggling with you as if it were a household pet. All Geji could do was laugh, it was such a warm and soft scene to see.
Doesn’t have the heart to wake either of you, so he settles for grabbing you a blanket and he probably falls asleep watching you.
Hanzo: His primary love language is acts of service. Particularly unprompted ones. He feels that you care about him when you do things without needing to be asked. When he is tired, you make dinner for him. When he is angry, you let him vent his emotions out. When he looks lost or hurt, you ask if he is okay. When you know about how he feels before he does, and act accordingly, that’s when he knows. His secondary love language is quality time. Just wanting to be with him because you enjoy his company is a pretty big deal to him. The yazuka prince in him is used to people wanting something out of him. The idea that he alone is enough is surprisingly touching to him. His least impactful love language is words of affirmation. He cares little about lip service and only wants to hear nice compliments when they’re unprompted and genuine.
Genji: His primary love language is quality time. Genji walks a fine line between being an adventuring hero and being a shunned, dangerous member of society. When someone speaks to him like a normal person and wants to do mundane activities with him, it makes him feel whole again. More like the Genji he once was. Someone who can see past the prosthetics and cybernetics and acts as if he were a normal boyfriend. His secondary language is physical touch. He has lost large parts of his body and much of what he has left is scarred. When someone wants to touch him, to make contact with him, it’s extremely endearing to him. His least important is acts of service; he feels capable enough to do things on his own. He doesn’t like putting other people out.
McCree: His primary language is physical touch. He’s a touchy-feel boy with no qualms about snuggling up to you. He loves to rub his scratchy beard against you, grab you around the waist, pull you in close as the two of you nap, burying his face into your hair or your back or you chest. It doesn’t have to be sexual but it sure can be if you want. His second language is quality time. He can’t squeeze ya if he isn’t near ya. And he likes to be near ya, even if you aren’t cuddling. But being near you will make him want to cuddle you. It’s a vicious, adorable cycle. Watching television, going on drives, getting a drink at the bar. Anything with you. His least important language is acts of service. He doesn’t really want you to go out of your way for him. If anything, he wants to be the gentleman and make your life a little easier.
Soldier: Easily, words of affirmation is his most prominent love language. He needs reassurance constantly that he is doing well, that you love him and want to be with him, that everything is fine. He’s used to things crumbling around him and he needs to make sure nothing is amiss with you. He has some trauma he needs to work through and a calm, understanding voice is all that can get him through some dark times. His secondary love language is physical touch. It’s difficult for him to admit it but he really craves the feeling of your skin against his. Even if it’s just a hand over his. He needs the closeness of another human to make it feel like he isn’t constantly falling apart. His least is receiving gifts; he doesn’t want them or thinks he deserve them. You are more than enough for him.
a/n: me: hrm… i really should do more of these request. Brain: okAY BUT YOU NEED TO WRITE SOME DAD DRAGON HC’S FOR GENJI AU LIKE RN. me: dude u right.
reader is female in this bit.
Genji is the most of excited dads when he learns that you’re going to have his child.
Probably knew before you did, but nooooo you had to use one of those human things to see for yourself rather than trust his dragon abilities.
Will treat you like royalty during your pregnancy. Will have his spirit dragon watch you when he cannot.
Genji probably cries at all of your children first in their life.
Is a very responsible father. If anyone has dad reflexes it’s Genji. He’s also the first to kneel down and comfort your child if they so much as get a small little boo-boo.
His child loves playing around on Genji’s dragon form and dozing off on him after their done playing.
Also falls asleep with your child on his chest, you have this as your lock screen picture.
Probably one of those dads who would try to get his kid to say ‘papa’ but says something entirely, not ‘papa’.
Genji’s draconic like features are not as prominent as Hanzo’s, but he does file his nails down before playing with his child or interacting with them.
If anyone dares to even vaguely threaten his child, Genji’s all growls and the chances of him shifting into a complete dragon are very, very high.
No one will threaten his child, his greatest of treasures in this world. He will make sure that they are safe in this world.
Ugh, dragon!family such an underrated AU! Even I need to get it together and write something for it, I guess I’m just struggling with where to start but I love it.
I always personally imagine the dragon!family moving Reader into their nest cause you’re their treasure so they have to keep you close. BUT let’s imagine the Reader is being stubborn, you don’t want to give up living in your quaint little cottage just yet. So they’ve come over and you’ve been coiled into a big mass of pretty scales attached to long dragon bodies. And the dragon!boys are getting huffy over who get’s the pets when there’s a knock on your door, and the visitor just lets themselves right in (panic ensues). Imagine that the visitors are your parents coming to check up on your and see if you’re planning on getting married anytime soon.
You’re just sitting in your living room trying to keep it cool cause for one: no you’re not getting married, and two: two of your dragon boyfriends are about to tear each other’s throats out in the closet you stuffed them into (Hanzo and Genji; Hanzo is very upset because Genji keeps messing up his silky fur and he spent so much time preening it. They’re about to bust out of that closet brawling, boy won’t that be a sight for your parents.) You’re trying to cough over every bump or rustle coming from your bedroom, it’s ridiculous.
Papa!Dragon is the only one who made it out a window and is now teasing you, nearly making your heart stop by flying by the windows, grinning as he sticks his head in an open window just out of sight of your parents. Talking to you in your head, insisting how now is a good a time as any to introduce them to your family. He’d be honored to marry you, wouldn’t your parents love that?
Omg! This is too cute for words!!! It’s too much!! Would you…would you consider writing something for this!? Omg!! The fluff!!
* Lucio LOVES his child, his child is his everything.
* If his child is well behaved and knows their manners, they will be S P O I L E D.
* But if they misbehave, he will have to set a few rules.
* But they aren’t harsh! Just a few to have the child to understand what they can do and what not.
* His child is his “special guest” at certain concerts.
* He may or may not have thought them how to dance is way.
* Just the sweetest father, wants the best for them but also wanting them to have a normal life when they can.
* When touring is out of the way, he lays down with his child on the couch and watch movies.
* Or even pillow forts is where a relaxing place will be.
* He just wants his child to grow up to understand the world in his perspective.
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