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.

Blackwatch Genji finding out he is falling in love with the female reader, and how he deals with it. (Reader likes him back) ~Cherry Anon

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Blackwatch! Genji dealing with the feels

He would deny and try to avoid you. But he cherishes those small moments with you so much though. You would notice that he would be pulling away in the friendship, leaving you to seek him out more than he would seek you.

Still seeming he enjoyed time with you, you didn’t think much of it.

He had seen in your friendship that you were kind and caring towards him. He was slowly falling for your sweetness. He hid his nervousness very well, you almost didn’t notice it at all.

He’s so glad that his face plate covers his blush when he talks to you. He wants nothing more than to love you. These feelings really clash with his inner anger and resentment.

The self hatred in himself made him believe that he was unlovable, but how you smiled at him give him a little bit of hope.

He’s the type to secretly hug his blankets/roll around in his bed and think about how you looked at him or something you said.

The thought of you makes him blush, he hates it and loves it. He wants so much to open up to you, but he doesn’t know how. He wants to fix up his emotional problems so he can be in a health relationship with you.

He wouldn’t be the one to confess, he’d be too insecure to say it. But when you tell him, he will be the sweetest you have ever seen him.

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.

The Misunderstanding

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You rolled your eyes, got off the recliner, and left the living room. Hanzo was watching his Japanese TV shows again. Another stupid game show with unnecessarily goofy activities for the contestants. You got tired of how he kept uttering, “Fools,” at the screen but never changing the channel. Despite disliking the show, he was engrossed. It reminded him of home, so you let it be.

Your phone announcing a message broke him out of his daze. He bent over to reach for it and call you over to come get it. The screen lit up with a message, and he accidentally read it.

“It came back positive,” it said. From Angela, the doctor. She was the best, and Hanzo insisted you see her only. The message must be concerning a test, but you never mentioned going in for a test during your last checkup.

You walked back into the room, laughing off your forgetfulness, and picking up your phone. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and then left. Hanzo’s solemn gaze followed you out of the room.

He wasn’t sure how to deal with this. The rest of his shows passed in a blur while he considered what test could have been positive. He was convinced it was bad or else you would have told him immediately. You didn’t. Hanzo held you tighter that night while you slept. He kissed the back of your neck every so often, having trouble drifting off himself.

The next week was slow, agonizing torture for him. You didn’t broach the subject, you just complained that you were so tired. When you weren’t looking, he googled ‘fatigue’ as a symptom to try to determine what disease it belonged to. Hanzo retreated into his own head, trying to figure this out instead of just asking you what was wrong. Anything that interrupted his search, irritated him. He didn’t realize you would notice the change.

Hanzo was holding you tightly from behind when you asked him if anything was up.

“I have to ask one thing first,” he replied. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

His question had you thinking. You do omit a few unimportant facts here and there when it might lead to an argument. Hanzo had more than a few sore topics. But you didn’t omit anything lately as far as you know.

“That you’re sick,” he said in a dead-serious tone.

“I’m not sick! What makes you think that?”

You wiggled to loosen his hold and then rolled over to face him. You saw Hanzo’s features outlined in pale-blue moonlight filtered dimly through the blinds.

He sighed. “I may have seen a message from Dr. Ziegler by accident. It said a test was positive.”

“Well, I know you didn’t look on purpose,” you told him, assuaging the guilt you knew he was feeling. “But!” You poked his cheek with a finger and smiled. “The test was not for something bad. It was a pregnancy test.”

Shock spread across his face. The truth was, you could have told Hanzo sooner, but you were nervous about his reaction. It might be another sore spot you didn’t know about. Instead of panicking, he relaxed against his pillow as the shock faded into a relieved smile.

“That is the best news that I could ever hear.”

Hanzo looked like he might cry as you shared a quick kiss and entangled yourselves back into a tight hold. You got a resurgence of energy to discuss potential baby names, how you were going to make the apartment ready, and what the baby might look like.

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If Injured:

Jesse McCree

He was always one to show off if he felt like he had the upper hand, so naturally he was caught off guard by a rather devastating blow to his lower abdomen during a recon mission. He does his best to play it off, with how much it damaged him, and struggles keeping the blood contained within the wound when he returns.

They were neither a medic nor field operative, so were incredibly concerned when he returned with a limp and makeshift gauze to “power through the pain”. They were unaware of the assault of him, and became even more concerned when he refused to elaborate on the details.

As per custom, he was ordered to the medical bay to get himself patched up, which he did, (give or take a few complaints between you both) and was unable to join more missions until his recovery. It frustrated them because he was so eager to return on the field while at the same time ignoring his most recent wound.

There were moments where he’d sulk about feeling useless, and would be rather restless when trying to sleep.

Changing his bandages can go one of two ways: McCree insisting he does it himself and he does out of sheer stubbornness, or feeling embarrassed that they offer to help. Yes, he knows the bond they share and it means a great deal to him, but he dislikes having people worry about him.

He has to bite onto something to prevent himself from grimacing in pain, especially when cleaning the wound with alcohol is involved.

He shows his appreciation with soft, surprise kisses and promises he’ll ‘properly’ repay them once his wound has completely healed.

Gabriel Reyes

They didn’t know about his injury until he returned to base with a bandaged arm, thigh, and black eye. He had a dislocated shoulder in addition to the other injures he sustained.

Gabriel puts his own shoulder back in place, making his s/o wince at the sound, to which he laughs. Regardless, he double checks every inch of him to see if there was anything else they needed to assist him with.

He wasn’t one to complain, so played it off as if it were nothing. If anything, he should know in his many years of military and combat experience to be more careful.

The Commander feels bad when they repeatedly ask how he is feeling and if he needs to take time to recover, which he denies. “It’ll heal quickly, don’t worry. It’s really nothing to stress about.”

During moments between the two of them, his s/o is very attentive and carefully changes the wraps and cleans the wounds when necessary. In truth, they keep a better track of his recovery better than he does because he shrugs so many things off. Reyes tries to dismiss medical concerns in regards to him for deeper reasons.

When his s/o catches him trying to do more extensive work, or tense during everyday activities, he gets a firm reprimanding. Not that he doesn’t mind, he appreciates that they care so much.

As they prepare new bandages for his wounds, he’ll peck them on the cheek. “Thanks.”

Genji Shimada

When he received the wound he did, he grew increasingly upset at himself for both misreading enemy movement and causing them to worry. His right arm was completely destroyed and he needed an immediate replacement. As he is ambidextrous, he insisted he was still capable of fighting, but was ordered to withdraw, to which he bitterly complied.

He prefers if he (albeit begrudgingly) goes to the cyberneticists of Blackwatch, considering his s/o does not know much of the extensiveness that is his new body.

Still, they remain as supportive as they can be during this time. While Genji is not on the field, he feels helpless and is left with his thoughts, which overwhelm him in more was than one.

There are many times where he avoids their gaze out of upset, and feels all the more disgusted with himself as they continue to offer their help with any forms of physical therapy while he recovers. It takes time, but he warms up to the idea of them helping over time, especially with physical therapy. Patience is everything.

After he does get repaired, he will apologize in his own way for being distance – not verbally, necessarily, but through body language. He is incredibly grateful that you remain by him during the transition.

They take his head in their hands and press their forehead to his, smiling softly. “I’ll be right here, next to you.”

Kitty Kompanion Ch 4

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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 and the 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.

“Wow, bitch.”

Kitty Kompanion Ch 3

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“You did what!” Hanzo yelled.

“My mate is having my kitten. I thought you would be happy,” Genji said. He had one hand on his hip, and he gestured with the other. “You and father had always asked me to think about settling down.”

Hanzo’s matte, blue-black ears flattened against his shiny, black hair.

“That was because you were out of control! Not because you needed to get anyone pregnant!”

The two brothers faced each other, standing stiffly. Hanzo’s matching-coloured tail whipped back and forth at his rear. Genji’s grey, metal one waved in a gentler swish, but it was still an agitated movement.

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Kitty Kompanion Ch 3

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“You did what!” Hanzo yelled.

“My mate is having my kitten. I thought you would be happy,” Genji said. He had one hand on his hip, and he gestured with the other. “You and father had always asked me to think about settling down.”

Hanzo’s matte, blue-black ears flattened against his shiny, black hair.

“That was because you were out of control! Not because you needed to get anyone pregnant!”

The two brothers faced each other, standing stiffly. Hanzo’s matching-coloured tail whipped back and forth at his rear. Genji’s grey, metal one waved in a gentler swish, but it was still an agitated movement.

“We are not getting any younger, Hanzo. The tiger grants us power, not immortality.”

Genji tried to reason with Hanzo, but he wasn’t done being angry.

“Power we should not pass down to just anyone’s brats! You carry yourself differently, but you are the same fool who acts before he thinks.”

“I am not the little boy you once knew,” Genji pointed out.

“Clearly. Not even back then did you do something so foolish,” Hanzo hissed.

There was an intense pause where Hanzo’s nose twitched in anger and his tail fluffed. If this was a movie, they would have met violently in the middle and fought.

“You will not bait me,” said Genji. His tail stilled and hung relaxed behind him. “Insult my choices all you want. Just don’t come sniffing around my mate with that attitude. She is worthy. You just don’t see it.”

Genji took his palm from his hip and walked away. The tip of his tail twitched back and forth amiably, rubbing it in that Hanzo had failed to provoke him. Genji refused to dwell on the disappointment of Hanzo’s disapproval. He was better off thinking about why you were the right person to have his kittens. You could have left, could have quit Overwatch. Could have suggested terminating the fetus, but you didn’t. You stayed in the relationship in a way that Genji thought you would try to work out any problems with him when they arise.

And the sex. He was amazed how he managed to have mind-blowing and emotionally-intense sex with the same person. Just thinking about it made him want to prove his brother wrong with his dick.

The hissing of his vents interrupted his train of thought. Genji had to find you and relieve this need he had worked himself up to.

Genji found you outside, watching the sunset with Jesse. You stood a good distance apart. Then he saw you laugh, and Jesse taking a puff from his cigar. He was keeping a respectful distance to keep the smoke away from the baby.

Genji approached the two of you. The way he said nothing indicated that he wanted to speak with you alone. Happiness bubbled up in your chest at the sight of your lover, and you turned back to watch the colours on the horizon darken.

“All yers, Genji,” Jesse said.

You spoke up when the clink of his spurs were a good distance away.

“Hey, Genji. I was just, you know, watching the sunset like usual.”

His voice was silent, but his bodyparts spoke mechanically of how he strode up to stand just behind you.

“Do you think…that we could…”

Genji was all out of breath, and his voice was husky. His circular vents protracted again. It sparked a heartbeat in your lower core. You turned around to agree, and Genji hopped back. He had been using a tremendous amount of will to hold himself back from touching you where McCree could see. You looked Genji over. Since you knew he wasn’t angry with you, his hulking posture told you he wanted to pounce on you out of desire.

“Alright. Let’s go,” you said, leading your boyfriend, practically trembling with desire, back to your shared bed.

You had barely crawled onto the bed and hadn’t turned over onto your back before he was on you. His hands skimmed up your sides. He tried to hump your ass but forgot his dick was still sealed away. Instead, he knocked you flat onto the mattress. You giggled and rolled over. to see that Genji was already halfway through unlatching his groin plate. He frisbeed it across the room, knocking it against the wall.

“Oh my god, Genji!” You brought a hand up to cover your mouth and laughed harder.

He crawled forward quickly, surprising you back onto the bed again. He pinned you with a heated look and glanced momentarily at your lips.

“You won’t be laughing when I’m finished with you,” he promised.

Genji smashed his lips against your face. You pushed back, while Genij leaned on one hand and groped you with the other. It slid up your hip to your stomach. He squeezed your breast.

“I think you are already filling out with baby weight,” he said, breathing heavily, warm breath hitting your skin, “I have never been so hard. Look.”

Genji sat back and then pulled his erection down. It immediately sprang back up to bounce against his stomach armour with a dry tap, fully stiff. He jerked himself loosely a few times.

“Do you think,” he said, leaning down over you, “that maybe,” he crawled forward and kissed between your breasts and upward, “I could put another kitten in you?” Genji rolled his hips, rubbing the head of his cock between your legs.

Your response was to pull him up to your mouth for a kiss. You sucked on his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth for you. You both made out while his stroked the head of his cock.

Genji thrust into the tight grip of his hand, and you ripped your lips from his with lewd smack.

“Stop that,” you scolded, “You’re gonna get your knot early, and then you won’t fit.”

“Hah, that is not how it works,” he said, smiling. “It needs to be inside someone, you, to grow the knot.”

“Then get inside me.”

“Never were more sexy words spoken,” he purred. Your stomach tightened in anticipation.

Genji braced himself on the bed with one hand and reached down with the other to guide himself into you. You ran your palms all over his body. Up his front, around his sides to his back, and then down. You pulled his hips closer impatiently.

“Hurry up. I can’t wait anymore.”

He thrust in then, your arousal making it easy for him to penetrate you for his entire length.

“Oh, god,” you moaned.

He gave you a grace period of a minute of going at a moderate pace. You dragged him back down for more sloppy kisses. He whispered, “I love you,” just before your mouths made contact. You moaned into his mouth in reply, knowing he would understand.

He sped up then with a dull slap against the bottom of your hips, and you moaned more sharply as Genji’s cocked invaded your cunt mercilessly. Genji worked his hands under your body, between you and the bed. Then he closed his arms, pulling you closer to him. He moved his mouth to your right breast, leaving you free to chant his name softly. He sucked on your chest, testing the skin with his teeth (you were grateful at this moment that he did not have sharp cat’s teeth). He tensed his tongue and flicked it at your nipple.

“That’s good, that’s good. Don’t stop,” you breathed.

He did the same to your other nipple, and also licked a wide stripe up the centre with the flat of his tongue. Genji dug his claws in, putting all the passion he felt for you into his thrusts. You whined and squirmed against the bed, holding onto his head for dear life. It stung when his hips smacked yours, but the sensation just blended with everything else.

Genji left your breast so he could breathe. He couldn’t concentrate on breathing through his nose anymore. That was just fine with you. You lay helpless his arms, only existing to be fucked by Genji right now. Your thighs twitched, you trying to wrap your legs around his waist. You wanted him impossibly closer. You couldn’t find the strength.

Genji came with a choked moan, and the warmth of his seed inside you brought your pleasure to a peak.

You came pleading his name, your mind going blank. After, you were coming down, but emotions were welling up. You were confused and alarmed. You brought your hands to your face, a useless attempt to hold things in. You surprised yourself with a sob.

Genji slipped his hands from under you and hovered over your face, fussing.

“Hey,” he asked. “What is wrong? Does my knot hurt? I knew I should have made sure you were relaxed again…”

The sound of his voice, tight with worry, made you smile and take your hands away from your eyes. You quickly wiped away the single tear lingering in your eye.

“I’m okay. It was just intense. Cuddle me?”

“Alright.” Genji gathered you in his arms again and rolled you both over. His length remained inside you, locked in place by the knot. At the first time this happened, you were annoyed. You wanted to get up. Then you got used to it, seeing the situation as time spent bonding with your lover. Genji always ran his hands lovingly along your body, helping you relax. If you pressed your ear to just under the circular light on his chest, you just make out his heartbeat. There was nowhere you would rather be at these times. You curled against his chest, your knees on either side of his waist. His voice rumbled beneath your cheek. “You have me for an hour, then my soon-to-be mama is getting a bath.”

You whined.

“You have to get clean soon or you won’t want to clean yourself later.”

He was right. You could go for a second nap after what happened. You grimaced at the various places of your body that were damp with sweat, but you were spent, limbs heavy. You stretched a leg out and back in, and the pain reminded you of your sore, red tush.

He settled in to rest, his gaze on the ceiling, but flicking back to you every once in a while. You spent a sleepy ten minutes before uncurling.

“Well? Tell me how it went with Hanzo,” you said.

Genji’s chest rose beneath you as he sighed silently. Then he explained what happened.

“He’s being stubborn!” you exclaimed.

“I know,” Genji said. His slim-shaped, brown eyes wandered down your body, and then he grinned, staring you in the eyes again. “Maybe he is jealous.”

“Stop,” you told him, poking his nose.

He grabbed your hand out of the air and kissed your palm. His pleased-as-punch smile and purring told you that you were not going to win this one.

“What are you going to do? Leave?”

You stuck your tongue out.

“You love this,” Genji accused.

You conceded, laying your cheek back down on his chest.

“I do.”

“I am pleased.”

“I know! They could probably hear you purring out in the hallway!”

The conversation faded comfortably there.

Genji started the water flowing in the bathtub. He woke you when the bath was ready. You didn’t even know you had fallen asleep, and that Genji had somehow removed himself from the bed without waking you. He peeled you from the bed and helped you walk to the tub. You climbed in and winced when your butt hit the bottom.

“What about you?” you asked.

“I will use Lena’s shower. She is away on a mission right now.”

He left you with a clean face cloth to use and went to take a quick shower. Genji returned to you staring blearily up at him, needing to lie down and sleep immediately. He carried you like a toddler back to the bed. You made him roll over to lay with his back to you, so you could cling to him. He curled his tail around your leg.

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[ part 1 ]

Dragon Genji:

Needless to say, your few meetings with the creature in the cave wasn’t better than the first one. Though you were becoming less and less likely to bolt out of the cave in fear.

It was only after about six months of forcing your way into the creatures life did it seem to stop caring for you coming into its cave.

The wounds that littered its body were slow to heal, possibly due to how deep the wounds are.

You’ve grown attached to the smaller version of the large creature. It’s little ‘meeps’ earn a smile and a laugh from you.

The larger creature watches your interactions with the smaller one, a deep, rumbling laughter filled the cave echoing drawing your attention to it. This was the first time you’d heard it laugh.

You wouldn’t mind hearing it again.

A year later you later learned that the creatures name is Genji. He also tells you that the day you stumbled upon him was after his brother, the Dragon of the South Wind struck him down from the sky and about how he is now being hunted by those who believe if they are to defeat him they would gain the powers of a God.

Genji also apparently has a human form, but he chooses to not change into. Due to it being too weak and how unsightly it is for other’s to see. Besides staying in his Dragon form makes it harder for him to be taken down by human hunters.

After all the human body is weak, bone can be easily broken and flesh tore open at a well-placed attack. Humans are weaklings who lack the scales, claws, and fangs to protect themselves.

You ask Genji if he see’s you as a weak human being. He doesn’t answer you and you leave with a sad smile on your face and a good night.

Genji has grown attached to you, so when he doesn’t see you the next day he grows worried.

Where are you? Why haven’t you come to him? He’s so greedy for wanting more time with you, for wanting to keep you here with him so you can never leave. To make you a part of his treasure collection, but he kows that would upset you so he tries to bury that thought away.

After all if he feels this way then he should just ask you to be his instead of giving into his instincts to horde you away.

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“I am trying,” Hanzo told Genji, eyeing his brother with a mix of defensiveness and apprehensiveness, when he joined Overwatch. Trying to accept that Genji forgave him. It was strange to say in your opinion, but the situation itself was strange to begin with. Normal rules may not apply.

There was no neat analogy for how they circled each other, awkwardly for a few weeks. What to do next, was the hurdle in front of them. What to say that won’t be accidentally jabbing a finger into an old wound that still needed time to heal. Wounds that they may not even know they have.

It made you anxious, but you tried not to fuss. Three people on edge instead of two was not the answer to the above questions. You did your best to act casually around the both of them. Supporting Genji, and getting along with Hanzo. You ignored their sadly awkward behaviour in hopes that it would change.

So at first it didn’t sink in that they were getting along much better the last time you saw them. You almost walked past, not seeing that Hanzo held his little brother in his lap. They had their heads together, close enough to whisper the odd comment, joke, or whatever they were talking about; it didn’t matter. You did stop to stare, but the pair ignored your presence for their smartphones. Which did not annoy you in the slightest.

“Listen to this one,” Genji said, and Hanzo pressed his ear to the portion of Genji’s head just below his antenna. Hanzo’s eyes wandered as he listened intently to the song playing inside Genji’s helmet.

“It hurts to play it that loud,” Genji explained when the song stopped.

Hanzo nodded.

“Also, if anyone listened to this frequency, they would get a rude surprise. I have been scolded by Athena more times than I count,” Genji chuckled.

Hanzo went back to thumbing at his phone’s screen. “It is not your fault that the AI has poor taste.”

“I heard that,” said her soothing voice from all around.

The side of Hanzo’s mouth curled upwards. Genji sported a similar smirk behind his faceplates. He lay his head against Hanzo’s, no music playing this time. Hanzo freed his arm from between them and wrapped his arm around Genji’s hips. He pulled his brother closer.

“Your cyborg ass is digging into my leg,” Hanzo growled quietly.

Genji hummed and shifted around in his seat, then settled back into leaning into Hanzo, who left his arm where it was. Genji took no offense at Hanzo’s annoyance. As the younger brother, it is Genji’s job to be annoying, and Hanzo’s job to correct him. It seemed right for them to be like this. You did your best to avoid disturbing them, but you did reach for Genji’s hand. You gave it an affectionate squeeze when he glanced up at you. Then you moved on.
You asked Genji later in private how he felt about the recent development.

“Umm,” he said, seeming terribly unsure.

He fumbled with unlatching his faceplates. You saw his fingers shake and held out your hands to catch the pieces of metal when he did drop them. Already, a fat tear was making its way down and over the scars on his cheek. He dove for your arms the second you raised them to hold them out to him.

“I am happy,” he sobbed loudly into your shoulder, crying damp patches into the fabric.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whispered repeatedly, hugging him tight and swaying with him. And then, “Okay, Genji, you’re too heavy for me. C’mon.”