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Hybrid light-angst featuring kitty!Hanzo and kitty!Genji. Enjoy

You settle to eat at a cafe. It’s a little overcast outside, but you choose to eat outside since you rather liked the weather. Besides, the tables all had umbrellas in case it started to rain. You didn’t get anything too spectacular. Just a classic sandwich to get by.

You turn away from your plate just for a moment. You wanted to grab your phone so you could watch something while you eat. Suddenly, you hear the loud clanking of your plate and look to see your food was gone. In the corner of your eye, you see a man, a hybrid man, running from the scene. 

You immediately give chase, yelling at the thief to stop, but he only runs faster. It’s rather difficult for you to keep up. 

You see the hybrid duck into an alleyway, but when you follow, you can’t see him. It’s dark and there are dozens of garbage cans littered around the area. It was awfully quiet as well, so you tread cautiously in case anything tries to jump you.

You notice movement behind a dumpster. Carefully, you creep up to the scene and see the hybrid man who had stolen your food. He picks up on your presence and looks over his shoulder to hiss at you— typical of a feline hybrid. Still, he does not attack. He looks almost fearful, actually. Now that you have a closer look, you see just how thin he really looked. Eyes sunken in, dressed in rags, he was a real mess. That wasn’t the end of it, though. You follow the hybrid’s extended arm and see he was holding the food out to another feline hybrid who appeared to be in an even worse condition. He was extremely malnourished, was covered in old and new wounds, even had a missing arm and a leg that appeared to be old injuries given the stumps were scarred over. Despite the food being held out for him, the weak hybrid did not eat. He just… stared out into space. You noticed his chest moving a bit as he breathed, so it was a relief to see he wasn’t already dead. It was also hard to tell given how poor of a state they were in, but you did notice that the two looked similar. You figure they must be related in some way,, and that would explain the stronger hybrid’s desire to put the other’s hunger over his own. 

Well, now you felt like kind of an asshole getting angry over a stupid sandwich. The hybrid did what he had to, you think. The weaker one appeared to be near death, so his companion was doing whatever he could to save him. Now, you wanted to help as well.

You lower your guard and try to make yourself as least threatening as possible. You tell the hybrid you’d like to help and take his weak companion to get some much needed medical care, but the hybrid was still extremely wary. You mention he can come along and stand guard, and you promise he can take his friend (sibling?) if he doesn’t feel safe. 

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You get the weak hybrid, whose name you learned to be Genji, to a nearby medical facility for immediate treatment. The other one, called Hanzo, is left with you so Genji could have a proper evaluation. Only when all the tests have been completed and treatment has been applied are you and Hanzo allowed to step in and stay with Genji. 

He was mostly unconscious for everything, so after being given fluids from an IV drip and proper warmth, he starts to come to and is a bit jarred by the change in environment. Hanzo, on the other hand, is all too happy to see his brother (yes you confirmed they are brothers) beginning to respond again. Genji was given a bit of food to nibble on and as he converses with his brother, the nurse approaches you to make a point of how close a call this was. A few hours too late and Genji would have been dead from undernourishment and dehydration. He’d still need to be watched carefully for a few days, but you really did play a hand in saving him.

The issue now is finding the two of them a home. Genji was clearly too injured to live on his own, and letting them back out into the streets could lead to this happening again. The nurses were aware of how Hanzo treated you before, so he may not be completely socialized, which would be a problem in finding adopters.

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You’d come to visit the two hybrids day after day. Genji was doing far better each time you saw him, and even Hanzo was starting to gain weight from the hearty meals he was given. You were the only one the hybrids really relaxed around, besides around each other that is. The two always thanked you for your kindness, and Hanzo apologized for his thievery. He promised to pay you back some day. The two brothers were really starting to grow on you, so without telling them, you signed the adoption papers. You continued visiting them as Genji recovered until the day of their discharge came. 

The two felines were at a loss for what was to come. They weren’t sure about being handed over to strangers, but after being so well taken care of, the streets didn’t sound very pleasant either. Then, you pulled up in your car. 

You took the weary brothers in your arms and told them the good news. They were going home with you, and you were going to do everything in your power to give them a better life, starting with getting some prosthetics for Genji. 

The hybrids couldn’t be any happier and eagerly hopped into your car to see their new home. 

And to think this all happened because you decided to eat out one day. Fancy that. 

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Day 7 – Praise Kink

A continuation of this. I’m gonna finish it sometime in the future.

Genji rested his open hand on your stomach. Your skin had long since heated the small parts that made his hand. He was also heated from within. His rut burned hot at his core. A finger on his other hand explored inside you, swirling and stretching at your entrance.

“You’re a good kitty; a good boy.”

Hanzo growled and nipped at your earlobe.

“Both of you,” you amended.

You relaxed your legs open further for Genji and pulled Hanzo closer. He bit harder on the downy-soft flesh of your ear. Genji bit his lip at the sight of your delicious pussy and his cock begging to be inside it. His tail curled impatiently at his side. Hanzo’s hand explored down your naked side and up over your stomach.

“My pretty boys,” you said, pausing to kiss Hanzo on the forehead. “My strong boys.”

The blown look in Hanzo’s dark eyes almost had you rolling over and shoving his cock in your cunt. But Genji was going first. He came to the room first.

“Your fingers feel great, Genji,” you sighed, as he added a second.

Your slick walls relaxed around his pumping fingers, desiring something thicker. Hanzo engulfed as much of one of your breasts in his large hand to squeeze. Genji flicked his thumb at your clit tentatively.

“That’s good, Baby.”

Your praise encouraged Genji to press his thumb on your clit instead of flick. You let Genji work up to bucking your hips.

“I knew you remembered how to do this. Such a skillful boy.”

A small smile joined Genji’s hazy, brown eyes. Your encouraging words brought out the confidence that having cybernetics had stripped away. He had been waiting for someone to say it was okay, to give permission. Hanzo needed less permission. You saying the word, and he was putting firm, needy hands on you. He currently pinched and flicked your nipple between his finger and thumb. He also purred, sucking at your neck.

Genji tickled the swollen node inside you.

“Are you ready, Master?”

Day 4 – Crying

You adopted the two cat hybrids as brothers. The staff at the shelter hesitated at that but agreed with you when you made the decision.

Genji took an instant liking to your home, excited to be adopted. The only issue he had was trying to climb everything to find all the good hiding spots and perches. He also required regular trips to the prosthetics professionals who specialized in cybernetics. He was a special needs boy.

His brother, Hanzo, preferred to lounge in your lap and watch Genji warily. He wasted no time asking to be groomed, or he groomed himself when you weren’t around. He was polite when he asked for grooming tools, but it was clear he was also going to require a fair amount of time and attention.

A week later, another issue cropped up. You saw why the shelter staff hesitated.

Hanzo was grooming himself, as usual, and putting his hair into a man bun. It had to be just so. Sleek. No stray hairs sticking out. Genji attempted to help by using his rough tongue, perfecting for slicking down hair, to help groom his brother. Hanzo pushed him away and hissed. Genji brushed it off and came to headbutt you as a request for laptime. He was heavy, with all his metal parts, but you let him settle there, nonetheless.

Genji kept trying to groom Hanzo. To cuddle him. To even just lay near his brother and purr. Hanzo got up and left to another room in the house each time.

You were wracking your brain, trying to figure out a solution for this, for these two hybrids you didn’t know very well. Then their behaviour changed.

They hid more often. You thought, well cats just hide, so perhaps they’ll come out. Then they didn’t sleep with you on the bed. Normally, they slept on either side of you. Occasionally elsewhere; it was really up to them. Their absence had begun to worry you when you a yowl woke you in the middle of the night.

You got up immediately to check on your kitties, to make sure it wasn’t them. Sadly, you found Genji curled up in a ray of moonlight, trembling. You knelt down next to him.

“Hey, Baby?” you asked gently, touching his side to get him to roll over and show you his belly. If his body was causing him pain, you wanted to know.

He curled tighter, whimpering. A low growl sounded from elsewhere in the room.

“Hanzo?” you asked, lifting your head to look around.

He didn’t answer, so you turned your attention back to Genji. After some coaxing, he uncurled to reveal what he’d been protecting.

He had, in his fist, his fully erect cock. His stroked it tentatively, his visor turned away from you, refusing to meet your eyes.

Ahh.

You closed your hand around his cool, cybernetic fingers, urging him to stroke harder. His grabbed your wrist.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

You took your hand away for now.

You found Hanzo elsewhere, also hunched over a large tent in his pants, his needy cock beneath. He seethed, stubbornly refusing to touch it.

You tried to talk him down.

“Hey. Hanzo. You’re in a rut.”

He nodded. Okay, you were getting somewhere.

“You need to take care of it, don’t you?”

He shook his head furiously, shut his eyes, and pressed his face into the carpet. You sat down on the floor some distance between them, trying to figure out again what you were supposed to do. They were refusing your help, and you hoped it wasn’t because they thought you were going to take them back to the shelter just for getting their ruts at the same time. You had a pair of prideful boys on your hands.

A loud sob shook Hanzo’s body. His tail flailed unhappily behind him.

“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do,” you announced to them. “I’m going back to bed. I’m going to be naked and willing. If you want help taking care of your problem, come join me.”

You only had to wait a few minutes before your boys showed up to climb into bed.

They started out rutting against each thigh, sorely needing that first orgasm to clear their minds and get some relief. They started round two by fussing over who got to enter you first.

“Behave,” you warned. “or you both can get out.”

You were stuffed with, and covered in, their cum before the night was over. You left them in the bed the next morning, the two of them snuggled up to sleep in.

Kitty Kompanion

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It was hard to leave the shared quarters that you and Genji called home. A few times you stopped packing to stand in the middle of the boxes to just…be sad.

Genji spoke your name, bringing you back to the present.

“What?”

“Perhaps you should concentrate on your babies, Mama.”

“Why?!”

“You have only packed half a box,” he said flatly.

You pouted next to your tiny box, which sat next to his pile of bigger boxes.

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It was hard to leave the shared quarters that you and Genji called home. A few times you stopped packing to stand in the middle of the boxes to just…be sad.

Genji spoke your name, bringing you back to the present.

“What?”

“Perhaps you should concentrate on your babies, Mama.”

“Why?!”

“You have only packed half a box,” he said flatly.

You pouted next to your tiny box, which sat next to his pile of bigger boxes.

“Fine,” you replied in mock anger. You walked a few steps to find the babies, then stopped. “Wait.”

“What is it?”

“They’re sleeping.”

Genji sat up straighter in confusion, not sure what you’re getting at.

“They’re both sleeping!” you exclaimed, talking excitedly with your hands. They had been for hours now.

You lay down in the middle of the floor to cry happy tears and then cry out all the stress you built up since the babies were born. Genji crawled over to comfort his temporarily-crazy mate, purring, kissing, and gliding his cheek along the side of your face until you calmed down.

“You take a break,” he said. “I will keep working.”

You got a second wind after letting the stress out, however. You kept packing until Ichiro woke up.

The bunker, which had been hastily upgraded a little. The bedrooms were small, but there was enough for you, Hanzo, and the babies to get their own rooms. The major bump in the road to settling in at Eichinwalde wasn’t what you expected.

Genji spent a lot of his time checking on, and taking care of, Hanzo. His exhaustion was worse than yours. He needed to be brought food and helped to the bathroom, or his stitches would hurt. With Genji home the whole time, and not away on missions, it wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. Hanzo begrudgingly accepted his brother’s help. Genji expected nothing less than this sort of attitude from the man. He went to bed at night, proudly nuzzling into the back of your neck.

Then Genji wore his armour off in Hanzo’s view. In Hanzo’s defence, he didn’t it coming, either. He was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, all of them negative. At first, he yelled at Genji to put some clothes on, his ears facing forward in alert.

“I will dress how I like in my own house, Hanzo!”

Hanzo’s ears flattened back. He hunched forward, as if a real cat bowing its back upwards.

“Oh, to rub in my face what I did to you?”

Genji’s expression softened. He pleaded, “No-”

“I don’t need your pity!”

The argument went around in circles after that, with no logical path or solution in sight. Maybe Hanzo was tired. Maybe he needed professional help to sort through his feelings and thoughts. Most likely, it was both. And he wouldn’t stop until the kittens started to scream with him.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and padded the slow prowl back to his room to lie back down.

Genji sighed. He sat down at the kitchen table to run his fingers roughly through his hair. You watched him, a bit afraid he’d start tearing at it next.

“Honey?” you asked tentatively.

“I’m fine,” he said, letting his hands go still on top of his head. They held it up, his eyes staring at the surface below. “I have to be. Someone needs to tend to him soon.”

Knowing Genji, that was half him sadly accepting the situation, and half him pulling himself together to do what he felt needed to be done. He knew this wouldn’t be easy when he decided to do it. You nodded to yourself, planning to let him take care of it and hold him later in bed.

They ended up being silent around each other for the most part, and ignoring the issue until they felt better about it. You thought that was dysfunctional, but it wasn’t your business, you supposed. Hanzo was soon well enough to help take care of the kittens to let you sleep more.

“I cannot wait until you have to chase your kittens like our mother had to chase you.”

“The day will come,” Genji agreed. He nodded sagely.

“Like,” Hanzo paused, “that time you ran into traffic,” he said with a knowing, arrogant, yet tired, smirk.

“A couple of bicyclists hardly counts as ‘traffic’.”

“They fell over trying to avoid hitting you!”

“I didn’t know they feared our family so much they would throw themselves to the ground,” Genji muttered. “I was four.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “I remember that day. Our mother took us for ramen, and I fell in love.” He grinned, rose-coloured glasses falling over his vision.

Hanzo ripped them off with his next statement.

“You burned your tongue and screamed about it.”

“I was not the screamer. That was you.”

Your arrival interrupted the bickering.

“The cow has left the barn,” you said from the doorway.

Even though you had help, you couldn’t help making sure no one needed you to breastfeed. It was weird not to. You rubbed your tired eyes wih your knuckles. You stood there in your bedclothes, dishevelled, and frankly, looking awful. Hanzo was the only one who would have judged you for looking like this, and he was too busy being irritated at his own appearance and his inability to take proper care of it. You had a free pass to be a lazy slob.

“Go back to your stall. We have things under control,” said Hanzo.

You spluttered a bit, then laughed uproariously. Genji had long since stopped being nervous about you taking Hanzo’s comments seriously. Something about being tired morphed your sense of humour into a slightly different animal. Personally, he thought Hanzo could be less bristly, but he was grateful you two got along. Hanzo volunteered often to help with the kittens, and that made him your new best friend.

In fact, it was he and Genji who came up with the idea of going on a hike of sorts. Except, the area around Eichinwalde was hilly and easy for two tired parents to traverse. Hanzo was tired, and still in bed, the morning that you decided to go, but he was insistent on not letting that stop you. He said he would take care of one baby, since Genji loved the idea of taking both his kittens out for a walk. Taking just one was a good compromise.

“B-but…”

“It is useless to argue, My Mate. Hanzo is stubborn. You should do as he says.”

You still hesitated.

“I have the energy to attend to him if need be,” Hanzo promised.

“Alright,” you conceded. You bent down, tenderly cradling Ichiro under his head and tiny body. You tucked him in the space between Hanzo’s arm and his body. “This is just weird for me to leave my baby, okay?”

“Yes, Mama,” Genji said cheerfully. He kissed your shoulder. He loved how you fussed over your babies. “Come on.” He gently led you away from the bed by the hand. You squeezed it.

It was hard for you to switch from constantly juggling two kids to half that. You turned back to Hanzo to remind him of something important, but both he and Ichiro were already asleep. The baby’s soft face in innocent slumber. Hanzo was just as relaxed. You couldn’t wake him now. The last urges to fuss finally slipped your mind, and you were lighter. More free.

Genji went ahead of you to fetch Sae. He emerged from the bedroom wearing his visor. Sae always wore a confused expression while seeing his human face for some reason. You thought he should make her suck it up and learn to love it. But Genji wanted to spoil his little girl to the limit in his own way. He may have been compensating for the fact that she was not born able to control her own tiger spirit.

Maybe it didn’t matter. He was sweet to her either way.

“How’s my baby girl?” you asked, your voice filled with love. You leaned down to peel back the soft, mini blanket he used to carry her. To keep her protected from the hard parts of his arms and chest.

Sae’s eyes popped open, and then she squeezed them shut, fussing and waving her tiny clenched fists.

“She was sleeping,” Genji lamented.

He could somehow use his ninja abilities to cart around the babies in his arms without waking them. Ever. Made you jealous.

“It’s okay to wake her if we’re taking her outside.” You looked up at him with raised eyebrows. “And no, you can’t just carry her the whole time. That’s what the baby carrier is for.”

Genji whined and cuddled her closer.

“Don’t you want her to see everything?”

“…Fine.”

You were right about the baby carrier. Genji tucked Sae into the baby carrier facing outward. Her little legs dangled out of the bottom. She immediately stuck a finger in her mouth and went to work making it wrinkly from too much saliva.

“Genji, did you bring her soother?”

“No. I forgot.”

Oh, well.

You two wandered out into a meadow with tall, green grass tipped with brown. The vegetation moved in the breeze in gentle waves. The Sun spent most of its time hiding behind fat, fluffy clouds.

Genji strode to the top of a softly-rounded hill. He carried the baby bag, while you mindlessly followed behind, carrying nothing. You were simply in a state of existence, letting your stress unwind slowly. Genji was indispensable right now. No one else could do this for you. You looked around at all the scenery. A dark green, coniferous forest stood proudly in the distance. The tall grass stretched towards it. Purple clover flowers dotted the meadow around you.

Genji stopped on the hill and you halted your advance as well, just behind him. You were letting him lead today.

Genji got his pointer finger hooked in Sae’s grabby fist. He directed her to point her arm at the forest. He enunciated a Japanese word for her, putting emphasis on the consonants. The barest of boops on her nose and then he points at sky himself. He says another word.

“Honey, she can’t see that far at that age.”

You feel really bad. You do. You didn’t even remind him she doesn’t understand the words.

“Hmph.”

Genji squats down with Sae. He picks a clover flower and brings it to just in front of her face. He tells her what it is, and she grabs the bloom with her fist, crushing the purple in her fingers.

Genji chatters excitedly in Japanese. “She likes it!” he says, translating for you.

“Yes, Honey,” you dutifully answered.

Genji stands again. You watch the clouds float by. The wind is slow, and the clouds move leisurely. Just like you hope how this day passes.

“I am hoping exposing her to the language early helps her learn it later.”

“If she inherits your intelligence, she’ll be fine,” you said. “But there’s nothing wrong with trying, I suppose.”

“Don’t think I did not see you slipping a compliment in there,” Genji purred. “I hope she inherits Hanzo’s obedience. We do not need two of me in this family.”

It pained you, but you agreed. A young, teenage Genji doesn’t sound easy to parent.

Your parental sixth sense was telling you to take Sae back home. Also, you missed your baby boy.

You both made your way back. As you got closer, you began to hear Ichiro’s cry. It echoed off the stone buildings.

“Damn,” Genji said. “He will bring the dead bastions back to life with that screaming!”

You hurried a little faster to the house. You found Ichiro in Hanzo’s lap. The baby was red-faced and crying painfully loudly. Hanzo eyes were equally as red, and he had a lost expression. The full bottle of formula on the table next to them told you everything.

“He refused…he won’t…”

“It’s alright,” you told Hanzo, taking Ichiro from his lap.

The baby continued to cry as you carried him off, vibrating your brain around in your skull. Genji placed the baby bag on the floor next to his feet, then contemplated Hanzo. Deciding between being honest and perhaps poking the bear or to play it safe and ignore Hanzo’s appearance.

“What are you looking at?” Hanzo snapped at Genji. Then he growled at himself and brushed some hair back with his fingers. “Sorry. I am frustrated.”

“No worries. Even Mama loses patience with them. Babies screech a lot, Hanzo.”

You returned with a quiet Ichiro, attached your breast. You plopped down in the chair next to Hanzo. His gaze crawled up your naked top half with a confused frown. You had skipped putting a shirt and your nursing bra on to save time.

“I really wanted him to stop.”

“I see.”

“Do you, Hanzo?” teased Genji.

Hanzo’s ears folded back.

“If you are accusing me of looking,” Hanzo seethed.

“I would not blame you,” Genji continued with a light tone. “She is very attractive.”

Hanzo scoffed.

“I just got this guy settled!” you said. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna make one of you burp him.”

“I will do it!” volunteered Genji.

That was unexpected. However, Hanzo didn’t argue with Genji while he was holding a baby, so it had the effect you were hoping for. You traded offspring and then handed Sae to Hanzo.

“Here, take this one. Cries less.”

“Marginally,” Hanzo muttered. “I can hear them both through the walls.”

Hanzo complained, but he loved his niece and nephew. In no time at all, he was speaking to Sae seriously about how he will do her hair when it grows out more.

“Will you match?!” you asked excitedly.

Hanzo eyed you.

“There can be no question! Of course we will match,” he said, tucking her closer in his lap.

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.

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.

Could I please get some headcanons for how hybrid kitty!Genji would tell his owner he’s in love with her?

imagine-this-overwatch:

  • Very lowkey angst but I bet he was just blunt one day and said “I love you” but you took it like.. the familial I love you??? So you were just like “aww I love you too, sweet kitty.” and Genji was just… disappoint. Ears flat against head kind of sad. :c
  • So he starts saying it more but then it becomes a casual thing, which is the OPPOSITE of what Genji wants.
  • So he starts being far more affectionate than normal if that’s possible. 
  • He’ll take you out on dates and make plenty of mentions that it is in fact a date. (But you’re just like awww yeh a cute little date between a girl and her cat! how cute!!) ((basically friend-zoned but like… the hybrid pet way))
  • So okay he starts giving you gifts, but that’s not uncommon with cats since they will sometimes just bring home junk for their owner so—-
  • Time to break out the big guns. He gets you a promise ring and basically confesses to you marriage proposal style. He thanks you for the love you give him despite his handicap and lists all the things he loves about you. And of course he points out his frustration with your obliviousness but he loves you all the same.
  • You likely feel sooooo bad for unintentionally friend-zoning him but you gladly return his feelings, take the ring, and you are officially a couple! 
  • (Genji totally adds a “I’m Hers” pendant to his collar. Totally.)

Kitty Kompanion Ch 8

Angela had you start right away. You agreed, clearly needing the distraction. You dragged your fat, pregnant self out of bed in the morning to head to the medbay. You were grumpy, but things would be probably better once you got started.

“Just keep me stocked,” Angela told you after you settled your weight in your desk chair. “Stocked with coffee.”

Your new job turned out to be more interesting than Angela previously told you. At first, you sorted out the appointment schedule. That was normal enough, and you could rest your feet at your desk. Then a haggard McCree walked past your desk, asking for some coffee. Begged for coffee. Just take it to him during his appointment. He didn’t care.

You walked in on he and Angela having a staring contest over his smoking habit.

“Yer not gonna win this time, Angie.”

“I will win.”

You had an idea. You blushed, feeling this was out of character for you. But Angela might appreciate the help.

You walked over to place Angela’s mug at the sink behind her. You leaned down to place it just so.

Leaned a little further.

A little more.

You squeezed your forearms together.

Your pregnancy-enhanced cleavage was staring at Jesse from across the room.

You wiggled.

He glanced at you, and Angela jumped in victory.

“Ha! Take that!” she exclaimed, pointing at him. Then she held out her hand to receive his latest pack of cigarillos.

He muttered angrily to himself and left.

“Nice job,” Angela told you, impressed.

You grinned, happy to be of help.

“So, who’s next?”

“Reinhardt. He’s a tough one.”

“Tougher than that?” you asked, referring to McCree.

You were about to learn what that meant. Reinhardt strode in proudly, proclaiming his great health.

“Strong as an ox!” And “No, she can stay. See what a real man is like!” with a wink at you.

You raised your eyebrows at that and settled onto a stool in the corner with some decaf.

Within a minute, Reinhardt was whimpering and begging the good doctor not to give him a vaccination. He scooted away and cowered when presented with the needle.

“You are going to an area infected with malaria! You have to get this or you’re not going!”

Reinhardt bawled loudly next. Seemed fake to you. Angela waved you over. You dragged the stool with you and sat next to the trembling man on the exam table.

“Hold him down.”

You shot her an are you kidding me frown. She nodded, Go on.

You put your palm flat against his chest, expecting him to throw your hand off.

“Damen, bitte!” he exclaimed.

“Nein,” the doctor growled.

Reinhardt cried quieter under the weight of your hand but did not move. The doctor pulled up his sleeve and inserted the needle into his upper arm.

“Why would you do this to me,” he begged.

“All done,” she said, removing the needle and patting his arm.

“That’s it?!” he gasped.

“Yup.”

Reinhardt sprang up from between the both of you, back to standing like his usual, proud self.

“See? Nothing to it!” he told you.

You don’t know what just happened, but Angela thanked you after. So you must have helped. You told Genji about your success at work that night over a video call on a secure channel just like he said you could.

“I can’t tell you the details, because that’d be unprofessional. But it is hilarious.”

“I’m glad you are doing better.”

“I am!” You beamed.

“It is really hard to be away. And-and I can’t make love to you…? Do you know how hard…? How hard I am right now?” He pouted at you with his lower lip stuck out and his thick eyebrows tilted sadly.

“Isn’t that distracting? Why don’t do you do something about it?”

That got Genji’s attention. Sent his heart speeding, pumping more blood south. He took a deep breath, then said, “I have an idea.”

Genji ordered you a bullet vibrator. He said you should entertain yourself with it as you pleased, and he would send you naughty pictures. You agreed.

“Okay, but you better send those pictures. This is an equal deal.”

“Of course,” Genji promised with a purr. “I can’t wait.”

The look in his dark eyes is reminiscent of when you first told him you were pregnant. He left, and this time the sting of his absence was tempered with excitement. You hung up and lay back, considering what might happen next.

Genji sent you a good morning text the next morning before work, indirectly reminding you about your deal. Excitement prickled up your arms. The image of Genji stuffing himself in a random corner mid-mission to jerk off in a desperate huff as a poor substitute for making love to you came unbidden to your mind. You inserted the vibrator before heading to work. Because honestly, you missed making love to Genji as much as he did. You needed the substitute as much as he did.

You enjoyed the dull buzz between your legs as you brewed coffee and organized the doctor’s schedule.

The first orgasm hit mid-conversation with Angela. Your phone buzzed, a message from Genji. Maybe the dick pic you wanted. Only a gentle push mentally, that sent you over the edge.

“Oh. Oh, fuck,” you groaned suddenly, swaying in your desk chair.

“What? Something wrong?”

“I just, umm, peed myself a little.”

“That’s odd. You never mentioned this problem before.”

“Yeah, it’s new. Mind if I just go clean up really quick?”

“Sure. Come right back. Coffee’s running low.”

You hurried to the bathroom. You washed the vibrator as best you could and tucked it back in. This secret little arrangement with Genji was proving to liven up your work day. The first picture was Genji’s crotch with his modesty plate missing and the outline of a semi-erection tucking upwards behind the black fabric. You set the toy to low again and went back to work, waiting for more pictures.

The next picture had Genji’s dick hanging out of the black fabric. The one after was from behind, showcasing his shapely ass. He held his dick down between his legs so you could see everything in one frame. You went weak, melting over in your chair onto the desk.

“Jesus Christ, Genji. How are you so good at this?” you whispered to yourself.

It turned out to be a bad combination with the current size of your bladder. It seemed to tickle your bladder through your walls, leading you to squirm in your chair and being hit with weak orgasm after weak orgasm until you ran awkwardly to the bathroom again, holding your breasts in place to keep them from swinging.

It totally killed the mood and your energy level.

Angela caught you sleeping at your desk at the time you normally took your nap. You apologized, but she sent you to bed to rest. You did get in bed, but you stayed awake to message your baby daddy.

I think I have to end our deal. I had fun, but having to pee ruined it, you sent him.

😦 That is saddening news. However 🙂 I have something that might cheer you up. ;P

Your phone lit up with a video call from him, and you answered right away.

“Hello,” he said, sounding a bit distant from the call.

You smiled, happy to see the light shining in his green visor, but wishing he was there for you to reach out to and take his hand.

You wiggled your fingers in a wave. Genji waved back.

“I have something to show you…”

His hand dipped down, and he produced a small object; the same remote as the one Genji gave you.

“Oh, really?” you said, smiling and sitting up.

What a pleasant surprise. Genji looked away, concentrating on working out the plate protecting his nethers and pushed aside the black fabric on top. His chest fell with the sigh of relief from being free, and he flipped the camera around.

“It has been like that all day,” he whined.

“Then take care of it. Let’s see.”

Genji ran his hand up his reddish, stiff erection and give the head a quick squeeze.

“Alright, but I have to be quick. They are waiting for me.”

You slipped some fingers in your mouth in lieu of his cock.

“See this?” He lightly pinched the slight bulge the base of his length. “I was thinking about you, and my knot grew.”

Genji tugged on his foreskin, relaxed his fist and stroked downward, pulling the skin down to show his slick cockhead.

“You know, Honey,” you began.

He looked up from his dick to lock eyes with you.

“If the rumours about you are true, then can you put on a show for me?”

Genji laughed.

“They are partially true, but it has been a while since I did that.”

He sat up and placed the phone down to show the nondescript safehouse bed he was lying on. He sat back on his heels with his erect cock nestled in the junction between his thigh and his pelvis.

Genji drummed his fingers on his jaw, pondering what to do. He looked around. Then he grabbed the pillow behind him. He put the pillow under his stomach. He fell forward on it, onto his forearms, giving you a view of his body from the side.

Your eyebrows shot up, and you couldn’t believe he was about to fuck a pillow for your entertainment. But he arched his lower back, curving his fleshy ass up. Genji rocked his hips into the valley his cock pressed into the pillow. Purposefully and slow at first. Your surprise morphed into delight as Genji inhaled broken gasps, getting off nicely on the friction.

He full-body rocked into the pillow, moaning deeply. His cock was hard and straining. The dark pink head, shiny with precum dragged against the fabric.

He slowed temporarily to taunt you.

“This pillow is no substitute for you, but I can see you can’t take your eyes off me.”

You blushed and covered your mouth with your hand.

“So cute,” he said.

“Hey, you’re the one putting on the show here. Don’t forget.”

“It’s good motivation,” he assured you.

“You’re something else,” you said, shaking your head.

“What’s something else…is my love for you.”

You feel onto your face and groaned.

“Stoooop.”

“No,” he chuckled breathily, “I’m almost there.”

You lifted your head and Genji was facing the camera. Genji jerked himself furiously. His fist was a blur, but he was having trouble finishing.

“It’s not the same as your cunt,” he growled, biting down on the last word.

“Why don’t you just imagine it’s me, then? Your hand.”

“Okay,” Genji panted.

He closed his eyes and went at it harder. His lips grew apart as he neared his climax. You were smug, because normally he was louder while buried inside your clutching heat.

But his cum did shoot up high. He opened his mouth at the last second, and the thick stream landed partially inside his lips. He coughed once, having inhaled some of the thick fluid. Then he laughed at himself.

“I forgot how that tasted.” Genji gave you an open-mouthed smile. “I didn’t think I could still do that.”

You facepalmed, but you admitted it was a good show.