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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. 

YAYYYYYY!!! YOU DID IT!!1 Good story:) Good ending!

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Here’s a thought: Adopted hybrid boi gets pet on the head for THE FIRST TIME EVER and he just doesn’t know how to react??? That felt so nice and it made him so happy,,, he just starts to cry. 

I’m so sorry I keep writing stuff based on your prompts but I loved this idea so much I wrote two little drabbles. Your ideas are fucking magical dude I can’t even

Hanzo

You’re not disappointed when Hanzo seems to shy away from human contact when you brought him home. You were duly warned and even saw it for yourself at the adoption centre. Still, it does make your hand twitch when his fluffy ears swivel around or when he rolls over on a patch of sunlight. 

There’s no doubt that Hanzo loves you as much as you love him, which does make up for the lack of affection that he shows you. It’s a cold comfort when you really want to touch him and hug him but that’s okay, you’d rather not push him beyond what he’s okay with. 

Some days though…some days are really hard.

Like today. It’s been a shitty day at work and an even shittier month; little things that don’t usually bother you eventually snowball into things that make you want to curl up at home and just wallow in yourself. The day has been a drag, chipping away at your soul until you close the door behind you with an empty look in your eyes and a haunted expression on your face. 

Hanzo, bless him, sidles up to you when he sees you come home, wandering close enough for you to feel his heat but not feel his silken skin. You flash him a quick smile and head straight to bed; that’s enough adulting for today, you think. The hybrid follows behind closely, tutting at you and picking up the clothes you litter around the house as he does so. It would make you smile had you the energy.

You muster up a small mutter of thanks and collapse onto the mattress, burying your face into the blanket. Softness and the smell of home permeates your senses, calming you instantly and you sprawl out with a soft moan of contentedness. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn into the better part of an hour, and as you doze off you feel the mattress dip beside you. 

Raven hair fills your vision – Hanzo. He looks at you worriedly, looking pointedly at the mug of tea on the bedside table. When you decline it in favour of vegging out, he frowns and flops on his side next to you, his tail whipping across your legs in a show of his irritation. 

With him this close, your thoughts turn away from your terrible day and to his handsome visage instead. Silky, glossy hair and charming fluffy ears, intelligent black eyes that glint back at you in the dying light of dusk. His facial hair, always impeccably groomed, twitch when he bites at his lip and shuffles closer, his shoulder a hair’s breadth away from your curled hand. He’s looking at your hand, you realise, ears swivelling and flicking as though he’s contemplating something. 

It’s an adorable sight, one that breaks your self-discipline.

Unbidden, your hand shifts and lands gently on his head, your thumb stroking his impossibly soft locks. Unbeknownst to you, a serene smile spreads across your lips and holds Hanzo’s attention. His eyes are wide and locked on your face; you’re…you’re petting him!

Should he shift away? Should he stay? Hanzo’s mind turns to static, fuzzing even more when you move your hand to pet him properly, fussing at his ears and tugging his hair out of his ponytail. He lets his eyes flutter shut, leaning into you and purring sonorously into the silence of your bedroom. Normally he doesn’t like being petted, doesn’t like his hair being touched, but this…this is nice.

Something warm fills his chest and his head, making his heart and brain turn to mush the longer your hand cups his head and threads into his hair. It feels good. Really good. 

With a lump stuck in his throat, he opens his eyes to see if he dares to inch closer only to find that you’ve dozed off completely, snoring gently into the rumpled blankets. Affection and love and something that he’s not prepared to acknowledge bloom inside him. Yes, he thinks as he rubs his head against your hand, this is nice. Maybe being petted isn’t so bad after all.

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This old hybrid stiffens when you cup his head in your hands. What on earth are you doing?

You laugh and smooth your thumbs over his weathered cheeks, rubbing your forehead against his as you pet him thoroughly. Why, you’re petting him of course, what else? 

He swallows past the lump in his throat and clenches his jaw, trying to stop the tears that well up in his eyes at the way you run your fingers through his thinning hair and kiss the hideous scars on his face. You don’t have to be nice to him and pet him; he knows it doesn’t feel as nice as petting a hybrid with fuller hair and smoother skin.

Huffing, you shake your head and play with his white hair affectionately, slicking it back from his forehead. This is fine. You’re petting him, not some other hybrid. 

Jack sniffles and looks down, feeling like he can’t look you in the eyes while begging for more pets with his body. He’s so old but he’s acting like a pup all over again, eager to be touched and loved. But he really does want more pets; he just can’t say it without wanting to crawl into a hole.

Luckily for him, you’re a mindreader. Or a Jack-reader, anyway. You hug him to your chest and lean back against the sofa, caressing the back of his head and closing a hand over the back of his neck to stop him from leaving. The hybrid is stiff for a heartbeat but melts just as quickly, winding his strong arms around you and nuzzling into your neck. 

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.

“Come here… I got you something.” W/ Hanzo x Dom!Fem Reader? Pretty please and thank you!

Someone showed me a fanart of Kitty!Hanzo being fed sushi, and I had to include this idea.

Hanzo’s dark, velvety ears flicked back, as his attention lifted from the dishes and went to the door. You opened it, arriving home.

“Come here…I got you something.”

You normally wouldn’t interrupt Hanzo mid-chore, but you had a treat for the two of you to share. He had become an indispensable servant after some training. He picked it up immediately and had a better eye for detail than anyone you knew. So you brought him home some sushi. One of Hanzo’s absolute favourites.

It was so fitting. Almost cliche. A kitty hybrid loving sushi. It didn’t send him into a frenzy like catnip did. Another reason he preferred sushi instead, because although he drooled, purred, and the food sat snugly in his happy stomach, it didn’t rob him of his facilities, and dignity, like catnip did.

“For me?” he asked, his tone a touch higher than normal.

He didn’t fight the pretty blush on his cheeks as he padded over to get a better smell of the raw fish.

“Yes, Kitty. And me,” you said, smiling. “Please come feed me on the couch.”

You lounged on the couch, watching TV. Next to you, Hanzo daintily plucked pieces of sushi from the takeout box. He alternated between feeding himself and putting pieces in your mouth.

You spied the last piece of spicy tuna. Then you glanced sideways at Hanzo, with his glazed eyes and contented purr. Your eyes met; spicy tuna was Hanzo’s favourite, too. You let a few moments pass before you opened your mouth. Hanzo twisted his lips in defiance as he placed the piece of sushi in your mouth. This was not a problem. Hanzo got grumpy easily, but it passed just as easily.

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Okay everybody. We’ve talked about kitty!Genji. We’ve talked about puppy!McCree. Now it’s time to talk about…

kitty!Hanzo.

  • Hanzo is a total bitch cat. He will break something and either blame Genji or take all the credit and give you that look like “what are you gonna do about it BITCH????” 
  • He will wake you up at 3 AM for no reason. He just wants you awake. Once you’re up, he’ll leave but damn if you’re not pissed.
  • He actually really loves being pet but you need to work your way up to that. At first, he’ll hiss if you try to lay a hand on him. Give it time and he’ll be a total lap cat.
  • Hanzo gets really embarrassed about purring and tries not to do it at all times. But… he just can’t help himself with you. You know all his good spots and you can audibly hear the struggle to contain his purring, but it eventually becomes too much of a strain and you are blessed with the sound of that gorgeous rumble in his throat.
  • He claws a lot of shit up. Probably need to go through like 3 couches. Don’t even try to trim his claws either, you will get scratched.
  • Kills a lot of small animals and leaves them by the door for you. No they are not gifts. He likes watching you suffer as you struggle to dispose of the corpse.