Some HC’s for a fem!reader and kitty!Hanzo. Like, reader was the only one who was willing to adopt him because he was a “problem” hybrid? Something like that, if that makes any sense lol

overdrivels:

imagine-this-overwatch:

• Hanzo is not a friendly hybrid at all. He doesn’t trust humans much and would much rather be on his own, but he has caused too much trouble on the streets and was taken in by an adoption agency.
• His behavior actually got so bad they had to put him in a muzzle when meeting potential adopters. 
• But that didn’t stop you. Nuh uh. No sir. You looked into those dark, broken eyes of his and you knew there was love in there somewhere. You took one look at that unruly feline and said you want him. 
• Of course, it wasn’t easy taming him. He’d bite you, scratch you, make a mess of your house. You had to keep your home on lockdown because he kept trying to run away.
• Your patience is eventually rewarded. He starts to gradually calm down and the scowl on his face softens up. 
• When he finally lets you touch him? Oh lord. He tenses with apprehension, but when your warmth settles against his body and you give a gentle stroke, he melts. He starts pressing against you, expecting you to pet him more. 
• You can start leaving the house unlocked and he will make no attempts to leave. He likes living with you. He doesn’t expect to find any kindness like yours anywhere else. 
• He will eventually get very protective of you, not wanting to share you with anyone. 
• He doesn’t remember his mother. Not much. But when he snuggles with you at night, pressed up against you and wrapped up in a blanket, he says it gives him a nostalgic feeling. It brings him back to that peace he had when he was an infant, being loved and cherished by his faceless mother. 

hnnnngh i’m weak (and so very lazy)

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The sun has fallen out of the vicinity of the house’s windows, turns Hanzo’s sunspot into a cool, undesirable space to lay in any longer.

His tail flicks lazily as he watches the door. It’s unlocked, he knows. It’s foolish because what if someone comes in? What if the shaggy dog with the scarf-thing next door comes by?

A tinge of heavy heat sparks in his chest and he flexes his hands, claws scrapping hard against the surface at the thought. Let him try. He will learn what it means to mess wi–

Hanzo’s ears perk up and he gets up and makes his way to the door just as it opens.

“Hanzo, I’m h–oh, hey there!”

Hanzo wastes no time in taking your belongings from you, placing them all in their rightful place while you close the door. Though he tries not to show it, he immediately delights in the way you raise your hand and only manages a short moment of self-restraint before slowly pushing his head against it. There’s just something about the way you run your hands through his hair and fur, the warmth touches sending an almost mind-numbing tingle up and down his spine. He can scarcely keep his eyes open even as you start to laugh; as long as you continue lavishing him with your touch, he couldn’t care less even if the world fell upon him and sometimes wondered why he had denied himself this simple pleasure for so long.