Lúcio sobbed, desperately clutching the little hatching as you try to pry it out of his hands. The baby’s new family was showing up to pick them up soon, so it was time to say goodbye. But… Lúcio didn’t want to say goodbye. They weren’t his biological children, but they were his BABIES. YOUR babies. It hurt you too, having to say goodbye to this sweet little baby naga, and having to see YOUR naga in such distress.

You finally pry the infant out of his arms and he reaches out to it in desperation, begging that you don’t take away his baby. He tended to their egg! He watched them hatch and took care of them like they were his own. This just wasn’t fair!! You knew it had to be done though. You couldn’t take care of so many Maya’s at once. You didn’t have the space, the funds, or the time. It was better for he hatchling to find a new home.

You run your back to Lúcio and, with the baby in hand, you make your way to the front door so you can wait for the family outside. Lúcio wails in agony, coiling around himself and pleading for a miracle.

His screeching and crying was muffled by the closed door once you stepped out, but you could still hear him. It made this so much harder for you…

When you come back inside after sending he happy family away, you notice the crying had stopped. In fact, it was awfully quiet. Almost dead silent. You find Lúcio alone in his room, sitting in the corner with his tail wrapped tightly around himself.

You bring a hand to his shoulder and try to comfort him, but he is unresponsive. He just… stares. He stares blankly at the space where two walls meet. A thousand yard state that seemed to go nowhere at all. He idly scratches at his scales and murmurs unintelligibly, but you’re sure you heard mention of wanting his babies somewhere in there.

The poor naga was broken. Driven unresponsive and vacant with grief. Your attempts at comfort don’t do much, and you wonder if this can ever be fixed…

You didn’t just lose a clutch of hatchlings. You lost your dear Lúcio as well.

I love the idea that Genji comes with a cone when you adopt him. He’s all miffed that it’s harshing his mojo. Or maybe you got him at his Blackwatch stage, all patch together again recently and he’s all angsty. BW Kitty Genji would pick at or lick his stitches for sure.

Oh damn yeah I bet BW Genji would be an absolute mess. 

If you adopt him, you may need to include some mittens on his hands so he doesn’t inflict more injury to himself. I’m sure he’d start scratching himself up out of disgust towards his body, so wrap him up and keep him safe! 

oh my god the cone of shame. i just pictured Jesse in a cone because he kept chewing on an injury and it’s the only way to get him to stop. But how can he even see? Would he just be walking into walls all the time??

Since hybrids are bipedal and a cone would otherwise obstruct their view, I imagine hybrid cones are clear so they still retain their function while allowing the wearer to see. 

But lmaooo Jesse looking at you with that pathetic face as the collar gets forced on him. He thinks he looks stupid. You think he looks hilarious. 

That’s what bad boys get when they don’t let their bodies heal. 

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I was just thinking about my cat at home and how he’s mastered the art of walking silently despite having a bell on his collar. Literally the only time I hear him is when he’s jumping my fence or counter. (My dog can’t say the same, poor girl)

I bet Hanzo and Genji will be the same, adjusting to their bells so quickly that it kinda defeats the purpose of making them wear the bells in the first place. They can slink into the room and lounge on your bed, blinking at you when you jump at finding them appearing out of the darkness.

Maybe you make them wear bigger and bigger bells to see if they can still walk quietly. And they do! Bloody ninjas. Idk maybe two bells? Yeah that seems to work a little better. There’s a tiny little jingle when they walk around. Not much though, but you’ll take what you can get.

In bed, it’s a totally different story. Jingling and chiming galore when they fuck you so hard the bed thumps against the wall. That’s the best thing about being sandwiched between them – hearing them pant in each ear and the gentle tinkling of the bells on their collar as they start to forget the bells are ever there.