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I’ve been addicted to overwatch for the past like, month now and it makes me happy. y’know what makes me even happier….this pure af ship called 

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Soba giggles softly, tracing her tongue over the cables and wires in his neck. 

Being that she and Genji are trained to find hidden corners and dark spaces, it doesn’t take long until she has Zenyatta pressed into a wall, away from most of the prying eyes, nuzzling and purring as her hands become more bold in the back of his pants. 

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“Ha-aah - he has mentioned it a f-few times,” Zenyatta giggles, carding slender fingers through Soba’s hair, already feverish and wanting. His knees buckle and nearly give out as Soba swallows him down so easily, the stain of her lip gloss shiny against his cock, so tantalizing - he wants to fuck that pretty mouth properly. 

He tightens his grip on Soba’s hair with a keening moan, knowing that she and Genji like a little roughness with their pleasure. The back of his head hits the wall of the club with a dull thunk as he arches his back, just feeling the hot, wet pressure of Soba’s mouth and tongue on his cock, working it so expertly. He looks back down, unable to keep his optics away for long, and instantly feels burned by the heat in those eyes. 

“O-oh dear,” Zenyatta says with an airy laugh, gently bucking his hips into her mouth, knowing just how much Genji can take. “You two are insatiable,” but his tone is only fond, cock twitching against Soba’s tongue. “But I think of that t-too. Mmm, you two have made me quite shameless - If i go a day without your touch, I feel lonely,” he admits, squirming against the wall. “I crave y-your body against mine, filling me, t-taking my cock - nnnn, S-Soba, Genji, please-”

Zenyatta whines as the hot pressure in his abdomen builds and builds, but Soba is teasing him, drawing out his pleasure. Part of him is mortified - anyone could walk by and see them - but another part is purring with delight, lubricant spilling from his cock and valve at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position, writhing against the wall while Soba plays his body like an expert. 

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Genji feels the warmth from Zenyatta’s hug fade from his skin as the ship leaves, watching it with his hand clenched against his chest. He feels his heart breaking, longing, and part of him has the crazy notion to run after it, to chase the ship to the ends of the earth. 

Sojiro’s hand on his shoulder stops him. Makes him pause before his father smiles comfortingly. 

“He will come back,” he says gently, “your heart will only grow fonder for him, my sparrow. Keep your chin up.”

Genji lets his father take him home. Back to training, to working his hands and body to the bone. It becomes clear soon that Genji has the silver tongue that Hanzo lacks, that his asset is in his playful smile and sweet silken voice. Hanzo is built for boardrooms and deals, Genji is built for bedrooms and thievery. 

It leaves a sour taste in Genji’s mouth, knowing that his duty as an Oni may, one day, be to seduce people into quiet nooks and crannies to end their lives. He holds his phone close, all the time, excited and bright at any messages he gets.

Zenyatta adjusts to life on a boat fairly well. He had been hit with a mild case of seasickness over his first week or so, but his body quickly adjusted, and from there it was only a matter of ingratiating himself to his room and dorm mates. 

The more difficult adjustment is Genji’s absence. 

Perhaps Zenyatta had taken Genji’s proximity for granted over the past year; he had always been within arms reach, a warm body to lean against, a hand to hold, a cheek to kiss - and it had all been so second-nature, so easy. Without it, Zenyatta can physically feel a hollow chasm opening in his heart. 

That first night, Zenyatta starts a video call with Genji. He looks tired and a little green, but brightens immediately upon seeing his boyfriend’s face, talking to him about the people he will be living with for the next five years and showing him around his neat little shared room. His new roommate - a tall, hulking, gentle giant of a boy named Winston - waves at the camera nervously when introduced. Zenyatta proceeds to show him the rest of the student quarters, sometimes introducing new people he’s already met, bouncing all over the ship until he’s exhausted and bids Genji goodnight. 

The videocalls grow less frequent, but Zenyatta continues to send texts: good mornings, goodnights, asking Genji how his day was, pictures of the sea during sunset and the curtain of stars at night. Then, pictures of his friends, who he likes to think would be Genji’s friends (after all, who wouldn’t love Genji after meeting him), then pictures of the ports and cities that they stop at. And three months later - 

“-It has been a fairly uneventful day,” Zenyatta sighs, swinging his feet over his bunkbed. They’ve stopped in Visakhapatnam and Genji is three and a half hours ahead of him; Zenyatta had taken the opportunity to call him right after dinner at 7:00. “What about you? Has anything happened” he asks, a worried strain audible in his voice despite his best efforts. 

Zenyatta knows that the clan is progressing Genji’s training, and the thought fills him with anxiety because Genji won’t give him any details. Zenyatta still suspects that the clan monitors his phone calls, making sure he isn’t giving away their secrets. That, or Genji hopes to spare Zenyatta some horrific truth - whatever the case, having to read between the lines is frays at Zenyatta’s nerves. 

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     exploring new lands, moomin finds himself lost in a drastically colder area, the cold nipping at his paws and the tips of his ears, which flicked whenever a snowflake landed upon them. making his way through the snow was harder at first, sinking in and having to burrow a bit before popping back out, but now it seemed the snow was thinning, his paws meeting solid ground and letting him run into the strange structure- a temple?- that lay ahead..

          for his size, this place was humongous! the troll peered around corners, having to get on all fours and spring over to each doorway, growing winded by the time he made it to the center, open to the cold air but still feeling strangely warm… and in the middle, there was… a statue? no, it’s moving! there’s strange orbs floating around the form, chiming a gentle tune, and it seems it’s not even on the floor! 

     timid steps towards it become eager and determined, excitement filling him at investigating this, and soon he’s got his paws setting on the fabric covering the legs of this… statue? he’s still not sure. it seems firm, and he takes that as the okay to try climbing it! so, with a little ‘hup!’ he pulls himself up, back legs scrambling a bit before he’s settled in its lap, gazing up with childlike wonder at the orbs pulsing and chiming just above his head, reaching up to try and paw at one. was it an instrument? perhaps he could play it!

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Contrary to what many might think, Zenyatta is quite aware of his surroundings while he meditates. In these moments, he is within a hairsbreadth of the Iris, just able to perceive the threads that link to him and everything else in the world. He notices something approaching him almost immediately, tipped off first by the crunch of snow, then the soft tip-tap of paws on the stone path. 

It’s not particularly uncommon for a stray animal to mistake him for a perch in the midst of his meditation; though not entirely still, the rhythmic rise and fall of his body is gentle and predictable, like a branch swaying in the wind. They wait patiently for the animal to approach, the fog of meditation already clearing from his processors as he holds his lotus position, still keeping his optics offline. 

It’s only when he hears a startlingly human little “hup!” that he realizes this is no animal - at least, not one that he has ever encountered before. Zenyatta’s optics come online and they tilt their head to regard the little creature now in their lap, reaching for one of their mala. About the size of a very large cat, round, white as snow, with tiny paws and little rounded ears. 

“Hello, little friend,” Zenyatta begins, bemused but pleasant, his tone soft and gentle. He wills one of his orbs down within the creature’s reach. “Curious, aren’t you?” 

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Soba giggles softly, tracing her tongue over the cables and wires in his neck. 

Being that she and Genji are trained to find hidden corners and dark spaces, it doesn’t take long until she has Zenyatta pressed into a wall, away from most of the prying eyes, nuzzling and purring as her hands become more bold in the back of his pants. 

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Zenyatta hazily allows himself to be guided towards the back of the club, shivering as Soba presses him against a wall, the bass of the music still thrumming through his circuits. Every word out of Soba’s mouth (Genji’s mouth) sends a crackle of arousal down his spinal struts, and he finds himself all too amenable to giving into her seductions. 

“Mmm,” he hums an affirmative and reaches down to fumble with the loose tie of his pants, dragging the waistline down his hips until his modesty panel is exposed. His cock springs out with little preamble as the plate slides back, already at half-mast and quickly filling under Soba’s heated gaze. 

There’s something undeniably dirty about this that excites Zenyatta to no end, thighs shifting restlessly to reduce the ache between them, one hand resting lightly on Soba’s head, the other pressed against the wall of the club as anticipation pulses in his core in time with the beat. It’s a fascinating thing, having Soba kneeling before him, all prettied-up in her makeup, wearing such a scandalous outfit - this is Genji’s youth, still very much alive and present, and Zenyatta treasures it. 

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The ship that they look up at makes Genji sick to his stomach. 

He’d almost convinced himself that Zenyatta would never leave, that Hanamura would be enough to keep him. That the schools here would make a home for him. But he knows better. Knows the truth. Knows that Zenyatta is off for an adventure out of his reach and Genji is going to be left behind. His heart thumps in his chest like a bird against the bars of a cage. 

“This is it, huh,” Genji says softly, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand, “it’s really big.” He doesn’t know what to say, his silver tongue tarnished in the wake of his aching heart. 

“Don’t get lost on there!” He says, trying to smile through the pain, feeling his father’s eyes on his back from where he and Hanzo are hanging near the car that had dropped them off. They sit like a brand, aching and heavy on his shoulders. The tattoo under his shirt feels like it’s crawling. Soba is oddly quiet in his mind. 

“Because uh…it’s so…big…”

Zenyatta blinks out of his wide-eyed daze, glancing over at Genji, not missing the uncharacteristic stiffness of his voice. His boyfriend’s smile falls flat - perfectly serviceable to any observer, perhaps, but not to Zenyatta. 

“I will not lose my way,” he reassures softly, pulling Genji into a sweet, lingering kiss. More quietly: “For it leads back to you.” 

He envelops Genji in one last, bone-crushing hug, rocking them back and forth for several moments before the ship’s horn sounds, ushering the few students and employees at the dock onto the boat. Zenyatta glances at the deck with a frown, giving Genji a reassuring squeeze before he pulls away.

“I will see you again - sooner than you think,” he declares, trying and failing to smile. 

As the ship leaves port, Zenyatta remains on the deck, leaning against the railing and watching as Genji’s form gets smaller and smaller in the distance, until he can’t see him anymore. 

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“It…belonged to my mother,” Genji says softly, cupping Zenyatta’s hands around it, “it was part of a hair comb she loved. It broke when I was younger, the dragon coming off.”

He closes Zenyatta’s hands around the trinket. 

“Dragons do not part with their treasures lightly,” he says, voice almost solemn, “greedy things by nature, and now, I’m closer to a dragon than a person because of how Soba and I are joined. Sharing treasures, though, that shows that you are the greatest treasure of all.”

He leans into Zenyatta’s fingers, letting his boyfriend touch his face and soothe the wrinkle from his brow.

“You are the greatest treasure I could ever have,” he murmurs, “the only treasure I’ve ever wanted, Zen.” He dips his head, kissing Zenyatta’s fingertips gently, reverent. 

He remembers, faintly, his mother teasing him sweetly about his love. How much sense it made to her that a monk could capture the heart of a dragon. 

“We’re gonna make these months count.”

Zenyatta flushes, more than a little overwhelmed by Genji’s sweet words. It soothes his own anxiety, bound tightly beneath the layers of calm acceptance. 

“If I am your greatest treasure-” and just saying that out loud makes his heart stutter and swell “-then surely I cannot be parted from you for long,” he murmurs, smoothing a thumb over Genji’s bottom lip. 

And sitting there, still reeling from the magnitude of the promise that they’ve made each other, Zenyatta believes that they will be okay. 

Zenyatta gently coaxes Genji into his lap, gingerly tucking the jade carving into a pocket in his robe before primly lacing his hands together at the small of Genji’s back. The weight is a comfortable one, and it puts Zenyatta at eye-level with Genji’s chin, which he kisses delicately, a small, soft smiling curling his lips. 

“Well then - what is on the agenda today?” 

Months pass, and for once, they don’t pass quickly. 

The days are warm and filled with lazy contentment, punctuated by bursts of excitement and color. This is their last summer as carefree children. Already, Genji’s true initiation into the clan has begun, and Zenyatta has seen the way that some elders eye him: calculating, curious, weighing his influence over their second son. Without Sojiro’s presence, Zenyatta isn’t sure how safe he is in the Shimada Estate. 

Even still, he pays that no mind. All that really matters now is making memories with Genji that they can both keep in their hearts, that they can hold close on cold, lonely nights away from each other. 

The day of Zenyatta’s departure arrives and...it feels like deja-vu. Suddenly, he feels 8 years old again, unsteady and filled with heartbreak over having to leave the best friend he’s ever had. The ship that will house him and his future classmates is massive, and Zenyatta feels oh-so small in it’s shadow, with his meager luggage in tow and Genji at his side. 

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Soba purrs a little, knowing Genji approves in the back of their mind. After all, they were always good at sharing with each other. And she knows he’s enjoying himself. 

She purrs at him, licking her lips and looking into his optics, seduction written in that peach passion smile. “I’d make you scream,” she murmurs, voice rough and purring, “I’d make your entire body shake with need, make you beg for us to fuck you like you like, master~” She grins a little, hands sliding over his ass, one into the back of his pants. “You’re always so poised, master, so pretty and proper but in bed~ When you’re writhing for us and begging, you’re perfect.”

She nips at his neck, sucking softly at the metal, tongue darting over exposed wires. “You’re perfect in your pleasure, master, and Genji and I both love to make you loud enough to wake the spirits, so the whole world knows you’re ours~”

“Mmm...mmmh-”

Zenyatta sighs and arches his hips back into Soba’s touch, his array dimming and blinking in response to his state of arousal. The thumping bass, the intoxication caused by his drink, and the warmth of the familiar body pressed against his own makes for a heady, addictive pleasure. Zenyatta would happily take more. 

“S-Soba,” he murmurs, becoming even more bold as he arches against her, seeking even more contact. “You - here?” Even as he speaks he’s tentatively tugging her towards the edge of the dancefloor, edging towards a darkened little area of the club invisible to anyone not looking. 

“You want this? I-I would allow you this,” he admits. By the Iris, it’s so difficult to deny Genji under any circumstances, but with his body pressed against Zenyatta’s, that voice speaking such filth into his auricular receptors - well, the monk is a little embarrassed as he realizes that shamelessness has rubbed off on him more than he thought it had. Just a little more pushing has him ready to spread his legs and let Genji - or Soba, in this case - take. 

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“I know~ Isn’t it thrilling, master?”

Soba uses Genji’s voice like a weapon, in a way Genji simply does not anymore. It’s a tool of seduction, a finely honed blade as she whispers directly into his audio sensors, gently flicking her tongue over it, creating a little green spark. Her fingers tease and tug gently on his wires. 

“They can see how gorgeous you are, how perfect you move with me,” she murmurs, voice rumbling like distant thunder, “that you’re our mate and they wish they could have you~”

She’s clearly in her element, giving Zenyatta a window into Genji’s past unlike any other, the look in her eyes filthy and promising as she tugs him deeper into the crowd, nipping and kissing his neck, hands dancing over his wires and hips and up the back of his shirt, swaying her hips and practically purring. 

“I bet we could find a quiet corner,” Soba murmurs, “where anyone could find us if they looked hard enough, let them see what I can do to you~” She’s clearly having her fun, hands drifting over his body. 

“You-” Zenyatta laughs, soft and breathy-sounding, cut off by another keening moan as Soba licks sends a spark against an audio receptor, tugs on his wires in a way that has him shuddering. 

Zenyatta had thought his own self control to be iron-clad right up until the point he hears Genji’s voice do that - go all low and husky, dripping with promise. He goes with her willingly, twitching and pawing at her body just as hungrily, all but draped over her as the pleasure disrupts his movement. He should really be more responsible - he swears he’s not usually this susceptible to Genji’s attempts at seduction. Except, this isn’t Genji, not entirely.  

“...What would you do to me?” He murmurs into Soba’s ear, as clear an invitation as any, rolling his hips against her’s as one of his hands begins sliding up her thigh. 

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Elope. 

Isn’t that a lovely thought?

Genji can practically imagine it. Zenyatta coming to see him taller and older, trained up and deadlier than ever. They’d escape over the roof tops of Hanamura and get married somewhere quiet, probably Nepal. He’d never be able to come to Japan again. Never. But it would be okay because Zenyatta would be his home and…

“You know me,” he says softly, cupping Zenyatta’s tawny cheek in his hand, “I’ll make due. I’ll grab what I can and make life way more interesting.” Plus with Sojiro around, Genji had a buffer, freedom. He kisses Zenyatta softly, reveling in the touch. “I know you’ll come back for me,” he murmurs, “I know I’ll see you again. You’d never break a promise like that.”

He pulls back to look him in the eyes, smiling, broken and honest. “I’ll be waiting, you know? I just….hang on.”

Genji stands then and goes to grab a small box before coming back to Zenyatta and kneeling. He pulls out a small piece of jade, carved like a dragon, glimmering and perfect with thin veins of gold along the scales. He presses it into Zenyatta’s hand and looks him in the eyes. 

“I’m gonna want that back,” he says softly, “so consider it my dowry.”

Zenyatta closes his eyes as Genji brings him in for a kiss, sighing into the contact. 

“Never,” he echoes, nuzzling his nose against Genji’s before his boyfriend pulls away. He’s a bit bemused when Genji leaves so abruptly, and he only grows more curious when he returns with a small box in hand. 

Zenyatta’s thin eyes widen to the size of saucers as Genji opens the box to reveal a very beautiful, very expensive-looking jade carving. He cradles the jade in his palms reverently, holding it against his chest. 

“I’ll take good care of it,” he whispers, opening his fingers to look down at it again. “What is this?” 

It reminds him a bit of when Genji would give him pretty little trinkets as young children. Half of a yin-yang necklace, a sparkly keychain, even that cute, crafted picture frame he had made. All still carefully stored in a shoebox in Zenyatta’s room at the temple. 

“It will be okay, Genji,” he soothes, brushing a stray lock of hair from Genji’s forehead. “I’m not leaving until September. We still have time.” 

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Soba lets out a happy, breathy sound at being grabbed and she curls a long leg over his hips with a sinuous grind of her hips, eyes glowing brighter green for a moment. 

There is one simple thing that separates Genji from Soba overall, truly. See, Genji has grown up a little from his twenties. He’s still adventurous but time has tempered him. 

Soba, on the other hand, has no such need for petty things like decorum. 

So she leans in, running her tongue over the seam of Zenyatta’s faceplate, making sure to look right into his optics as she does, running her fingertips over his back and into the wires that exist free of his body, manipulating them expertly and cooing. 

“Feel like playing, master?” she purrs into his audio, moving her leg back to the ground and rocking back against his body in a slow, aching grind, arching her spine sinfully. Genji has found a need to be discreet, to not have their master in front of everyone. To stake a claim. 

Admittedly, Soba has missed the chance to be bad. 

Zenyatta chirps with surprise, not expecting that level of shamelessness from Soba. Touching his wires in public like this is downright lewd. 

Because it always makes Zenyatta moan like a harlot. 

He quickly ducks his head and hides his faceplate against Soba’s chest, glad for the pumping music that half-masks his noises. But, of course, Soba can hear it perfectly, and he knows that with the proximity of the other dancers, there are now more than a few sets of eyes on the both of them. 

“Soba,” he tries to sound stern, but his voice comes out strained and breathy. Zenyatta grips her more tightly and refuses to show his face, even as she continues grinding and working his wires like an expert. “They’re watching us,” he squeaks, self conscious but thrilled at their own lewd display. 

He’s in way over his head, but his body is still pliant against her’s, twitching with pleasure and still swaying with the beat. Zenyatta is allowing Soba this, if only because he’s too weak to say no - and in fact, he doesn’t really want to rebuff her in the first place.  

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It’s so tempting. 

Genji has imagined it a shameful amount of times. Leaving the estate and never returning, running to the ends of the earth to a big, wide world he’s never seen or known. He imagines it even now, leaving with Zenyatta in the dead of night and following him for life.

He squeezes Zenyatta tight to his body and nods. “I want to,” he whispers, voice soft and quiet, “I want to so badly.” He squeezes tighter for a moment before loosening his grip. His hands run up and down Zenyatta’s back, memorizing the feeling of him in his arms almost. It sticks in his throat, the truth, like bile. 

This isn’t the life he wants for himself. He doesn’t want to be an assassin, or anything like that. 

He wants to be an artist, if he’s honest. Living out his days without ever needing to lift a sword again. 

“I’d like that,” Genji says, heart breaking in his chest, “for you to steal me away like that.”

He leans back, a grin forced onto his face for the moment, aching and empty for the pain behind it. 

“I’d be the prettiest thing you ever stole.”

Something about Genji’s tone, strained and soft, fills Zenyatta with cold determination. His eyes are unreadable as his boyfriend pulls away. Seeing Genji like this hurts - Zenyatta is so powerless in the face of his sadness. But now, he knows what he has to do. His hand slids up to cup the back of Genji’s head, pressing their foreheads together once again.

“Then I’ll just have to steal you away,” he whispers, not looking away. His eyes are calm and unclouded. “I’ll come back for you and we’ll elope.” 

Something is odd about Zenyatta’s tone. He could be making light - or he could be dead serious. 

“I - we need to talk more about this,” he continues, faltering. To have Genji pining for him for the next four years? Genji would always been in Zenyatta’s mind to be sure, but nothing could compare to the emotional solitude of the Shimada’s gilded cage. “While I am gone...I want you to seize as much freedom as you can. I know,” he lowers his voice even further, “I know your family will be monitoring our communication while I am gone. I just want you to know that I will return for you, no matter what.” 

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Jesse waves them on, deciding to finish his drink before going to do anything too exciting and Soba grins wide and sharp like a blade in the evening before tilting her head back and downing the entire drink in one go. 

“Of course~” Soba takes Zenyatta by the hand and leads him out to the floor, hips rolling to the sound. 

She moves with genuine ease through the crowd, holding Zenyatta close before pulling him flush to her front and grinding their hips together in a dirty motion. This is something Soba knows well, from the days when Genji was younger, lither, smeared in lipgloss and love bites and rolling on E. She does think Genji is healthier now, but she does miss some of their wilder adventures and this is a good way to loosen up. 

“Master~” Soba purrs in Zenyatta’s audio, rocking with him to the beat, hands roaming. She’s not shy about her affection for their master, her attraction to the love of their lives. Because what is Genji’s is Soba’s and Soba sees Zenyatta as their greatest treasure. She moves Zenyatta’s hands to her ass and grins wickedly. 

Zenyatta giggles, allowing Soba to lead them both through the crowd of writhing bodies. He’s done this a handful of times with others before, but those memories are faded and rusty at the edges, and the company this time around is very different. 

So he follows Soba’s lead, perfectly in sync with the music, his array pulsing with the rhythm of the bass as they grind. It feels...good. Soba’s hands on him, her voice purring in his ear, the sultry look in her eyes - she looks at him the same way Genji does, the way they always have. It makes his core feel heavy, electricity racing up his spine. 

“Soba~” he responds in the same purring, teasing tone, tittering as she moves his hands to her ass. He squeezes playfully, leaving one palm covering a generous buttock while the other roams over her familiar form. 

He seems unbothered by how suggestive their dancing is, completely absorbed in his partner and mostly unaware of the eyes on both of them. 

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Genji wants to believe it so badly. 

He really and truly does. But Zenyatta is going out into a big, wide world. Something beyond Genji’s reach. Far beyond it. He’s still trapped and the weight of that has been settling on his shoulders recently, the golden chains wrapped around him from birth have become more and more apparent. 

“I love you,” Genji says softly, voice a whisper, “and I know you will. I know it.” He trusts Zenyatta, so he lays his belief there, even as everything else in him knows how unlikely it is. 

Because while Zenyatta is gone, Genji will be turned into something different. A sword for his brother’s hand, a trusted weapon and nothing more. He knows that, deep down, he is meant as a tool, a plaything, and as much as Sojiro has fought the elders on that point there is only so much his father will be able to do and Hanzo…

Hanzo has been fading in Genji’s eyes. 

So he holds Zenyatta tight and thinks on his captivity, eyes landing on the bird cage outside the window and the sparrows his father so dearly loves, kept safe in their pretty cage. 

Though Genji responds with his love in turn, Zenyatta feels his heart drop to his stomach. 

He sounds defeated. Genji trusts Zenyatta, of that he’s certain, but he also knows that there’s simply no escaping the iron grip of his family. Zenyatta returns the hug fiercely, choking down sadness and dread. What will happen to Genji while he’s gone? Zenyatta might gain the tools to help him escape later, but at what cost? 

“Genji,” he whispers, conscious of the fact that they’re still in the Shimada Estate, “If you could run away with me, would you?” 

Zenyatta pauses for only a second, but it feels like an eternity, his own shock coloring the silence. 

“That is - I mean to say,” he backpedals, still whispering, not pulling back to see Genji’s face, gripping him all the tighter. “You don’t want this, and I don’t - I do not want to see you unhappy. You don’t belong here, love, this isn’t who you are.” He buries his face into Genji’s shoulder, trembling, words muffled. “I - I know you can’t abandon Hanzo, or your father, but - i-it’s so unfair,” he sniffs, hints of the teenager that he is slipping into his voice. 

“I want - I want to be able to take you away one day.”