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alexiela73 · 1 year

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Could you do a Ramattra Head-cannon thing? (my first time asking lol) What if it was about going to the beach? 🦀 curious to see what you’d put for him lol -thx :)

Um, heck yes!

Ramattra...and Zenyatta?

Do you know why he went to the beach for the first time?

Zenyatta.

Ramattra doesn't believe in 'taking down days' or 'enjoying the little things', not when the world needed so much fixing

Zenyatta though had wanted to go to the beach for a long time- he could have gone whenever he wanted, but he wanted to go with friends

At first, Zenyatta would throw out subtle hints.

"I imagine the ocean looks beautiful this time of year...", "I've been very interested lately in ocean life...", and "...I have never played beach volleyball. Have you, Ramattra?"

Ramattra had just stared dully at him and said, "...do I look like the kind of omnic who goes to play beach volleyball?"

When Ramattra finally put his foot down and denied him, Zenyatta... took matters into his own hands

He had permission from the team to go on a little excursion...since asking hadn't worked, he'd try gently....kidnapping him

It wasn't as hard as it should've been. Zenyatta and Genji had tied Ramattra up, and Zenyatta had politely said, "If you should break your bonds, I'll be very, very disappointed...and I'll let Checkers use his scarf as a bed."

Disgusted, Ramattra had stared at him hard, tempted to break free. "You wouldn't."

Leaning in, there was the briefest moment where Zenyatta's lights turned red, and he just said in a hushed voice, "I will throw it in his litterbox if you don't fulfill my dream of going to the beach. I. Am. Serious."

And as quickly as they'd been red, suddenly Zenyatta beeped and clapped his hands gently. "Lets go, shall we? I am excited to feel the sand."

Ramattra felt his circuits get warm. Ramattra felt brief terror and...was that interest? No, impossible.

Besides, who would remind Zenyatta he couldn't feel the sand?

When the three of them arrived, Ramattra walked out onto the thankfully empty beach and his eyes surveyed it. Other then the cry of gulls and the waves pulling at the sand, it looked...desolate.

"Brother, I think that perhaps this will not be as fun as you think-" Ramattra started to say, but was shocked as suddenly Zenyatta ran by-

Yes. Ran- the usually floating omnic had put his feet to the ground- and was now running around the beach, arms outstretched like an airplane.

Ramattra stared at him in awe- how unlike his brother to be so unreserved.

"Every once in awhile, Master gets what Jesse and I call... the 'zoomies'," Genji tells him, unloading a small bag of towls, buckets and sticks.

"Really..." Ramattra said, rubbing his chin- he'd broken his bonds in the ship, but had stopped fighting the trip. "I've never seen him do this before. He seems...happy," he said.

Genji nodded, seeming fond. "I've heard the kids these days calling it 'letting loose'...whatever that means. Lets go, we have to remind him the salt water will erode his ciruits."

The blue sky above, the white sand beneath their feet, and the obvious beeps of joy escaping Zenyatta as he ran around, Ramattra decided perhaps...it was okay to 'let loose' too.

#Ramattra #Ramattra Headcanon #Ramattra HC #Ramattra Overwatch #Genji #Genji Overwatch #Zenyatta #Zenyatta Overwatch #ZenyattaCanBeScary

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overwatch-archive · 6 years

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A Letter From Torbjörn to His Wife

Earlier this week, we saw a declassified report that details the aftermath of operation "White Dome," a routine Overwatch mission that went off the rails when the team was ambushed by omnics, resulting in Reinhardt coming to the rescue of a severely injured Torbjörn.

After the battle, Torbjörn penned a letter to his worried wife, Ingrid, reassuring her that all was well and letting her know that he would be home soon.

Here’s the English translation:

My dear Ingrid,

I know that by now you have gotten news of my injuries in our latest mission. While the descriptions may sound terrible, the doctors are quite sure I'll make a full recovery. Even Angela came to visit me! On the matter of my arm, I promise to make it my first priority to construct a suitable prosthesis that will make everyone forget that it was ever gone. If only Angela's dreams of tissue regeneration were a reality! I told her she should be working harder!

They tell me that you have not yet gone into labor, so I am holding out hope that I will be able to be by your side back home in Gothenburg when the time comes. Just wait a little longer for me!

You may have heard that Reinhardt is responsible for saving my life. I've heard the story at least four different times myself, already, each time more unbelievable than the last. Exaggerations, as you know how he can be. All the same, they've decided to award him a commendation for "conspicuous bravery." Could two words better describe the big oaf?

He has been bothering me insufferably at my bedside. Half in jest, I suggested that if it would shut him up, I would allow him to name our daughter, as he has been badgering me about it these past months. He, of course, took me at my word. Truth be told, I had been considering making him her godfather, and I hope you'll forgive me for making this decision without your consultation. We can only hope she doesn't take after him too much.

I told him that you would have to agree to any name he chose, so let’s hope it's a good one (though I fear that may be beyond his abilities, given some of the ridiculous names he gives the characters in his "true stories"). I'm getting sick of this hospital, so I am hoping to return soon.

Love, Torbjörn

#source: news.blizzard #torbjörn lindholm #ingrid lindholm #brigitte lindholm #angela ziegler #reinhardt wilhelm

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repairingtomorrow · 9 months

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Fareeha Amari - Call Sign: Pharah (Origin Story)

To Master List

Overwatch was supposed to be the saviors of the world, and I so desperately wanted to join them. I dreamed of protecting the people I grew up with and fighting alongside them, like my mother before me. But she didn't want me there. She kept me from joining: All my applications would be 'lost' or they 'disappeared.' All while she kept me at arm's length. She claimed that it was to protect me, that it was for my own good, but shouldn't I be the judge of that?

But then, she was killed in action. She couldn't stop me anymore. I was in the Egyptian Army at the time, and I was gaining quite the impressive record. I was a decorated officer, and I was proud of it. They were even going to send an application on my behalf to Overwatch. But it was disbanded before they could send it, and the reasons why were horrifying. Stories of corruption, negligence, even human rights violations came out, and it made me sick. And the blame was pointed to Blackwatch's commander, Gabriel Reyes. I couldn't believe it--Reyes wouldn't do something like that. He was a pain in the ass, but he cared about all of his agents like they were his own children.

That's just how things go, I guess. Since Overwatch was disbanded, private security companies rose up, and I joined Helix Security International. We were contracted to protect an AI research facility in Giza. One day, Anubis broke containment and killed my Captain and two other members of my team. We contained him again, and I became the leader of the squad. But I didn't feel ready for it yet. So I took a few months off, and decided to help out a tribe of nomads that travel around Egypt. I knew their leader, Hafeez. He was from one of the Bedouin tribes, and he left to join the Egyptian Army in the first Omnic Crisis. He left the army with honors: Instead of going home, he took in people who were orphaned and abandoned in the crisis and made his own tribe of sorts. They travel from city to city, selling their goods. But they need protection; the desert was dangerous these days.

So, I went home and packed up my things. I went to get my mail, since I don't get to check it often. As I'm sorting through it, I find several hand written letters--they had my mother's handwriting. She was alive, and it pissed me off. I was going to be late so I shoved the letters in my suitcase and left. It was early evening when I got to the marketplace where they were selling their goods. I was looking for Hafeez when I noticed a familiar figure standing on the roof of a nearby building. He was wearing a different set of armor from when I knew him, but it was Genji Shimada.

Cole and Shimada were close--almost inseparable in fact. But even the closest relationships can fall apart. And from what I heard, Shimada wasn't the most stable in Blackwatch and I don't really blame him. But to say I wasn't uncomfortable would be a lie.

I realized I was staring at him when Hafeez walked up to me. "Is something wrong, Fareeha?" He asked, following my gaze. Shimada locked eyes with me for a few moments, then went back to watching the market. "Nothing, it's just...I recognize him, is all." I said, looking back at Hafeez. "Will you work with him?" The elder asked, and I nodded. "I'm just a little nervous about it." Hafeez smiled and patted my shoulder. "He told me about his past, I can understand your apprehension. But he's been with us for a few months, and he's really different from the time you knew him. Just give him a chance." He gestured for the cyborg to come over.

Shimada approached us, and Hafeez gave him a hug. The other didn't reciprocate, but it didn't seem to bother him. "Genji, Fareeha will be traveling with us for a couple months as a little vacation." The elder explained, and Shimada just stared at me, probably surprised to see me here. "I'll let you two catch up." He said, patting the both of us on the back. We watched him go, then we just stared at each other. He was very standoffish and I couldn't be bothered. "I'm willing to work with you, Shimada, but I don't know if we can be friends." I said bluntly, and he shrugged. I let out an exasperated sigh as he walks off.

The first couple of weeks were rough. We kept stepping on each others' toes whenever we had to fight and talking to each other was a nightmare. I would get angry at how dismissive he was of me when I talked about how he treated Cole, or anyone for that matter. But with time, we grew to be friends--or at least more tolerant of each other. I would mostly talk and he would listen and occasionally speak up. During this time, I was thinking about the letters I had from my mom. They were burning a hole in my pocket, and I've been wrestling with what I want to do with them. I've thought about asking Hafeez, but I know he would just tell me to read them and give her a chance. So, I went to Genji.

The cyborg hadn't gotten up for the day, and I was a little concerned. The tribe's doctor told me not to worry, that it was just phantom pain. "Genji, can I come in?" I asked, trying not to be too loud and irritate him. "Yes." His voice was small and strained. I entered his tent with the letters in my hand: Genji was curled up under a blanket, his head buried under his arm as if he was trying to hide himself. "Are you alright?" "Just a bad pain day. What do you need?" He slowly rolled over to face me. "Are you sure? I can come again another time." I felt bad for coming in now, he looked like hell. "No, no, it's fine. I can't sleep anyways." He tried to sit up, and I helped him up. I pulled up next him and I brushed my thumb across her name on the envelope.

"That's Ana's handwriting." Genji noted, staring at the letters. "Yeah, um, I got them before I left. I just stuffed them in my suitcase." "You haven't read them?" I shook my head. "I've been figuring out if I should. I'm not interested in reconnecting with her, but I want to hear what she has to say for herself." Genji looked like he was deep in thought. He then chuckled and shook his head. "I think you're taking your mother for granted. She hasn't been the best to you, but it's damn well better than what I've got." He paused. "The way I see it, you should hear her out. But, you don't have to forgive her. You can hear what she has to say, then walk away from her." I absorbed every word he said.

I did take her for granted. She was just trying to protect me. Genji was a prime example of why Overwatch went downhill: He literally gave up everything for the organization and they left him with nothing, even if he left of his own free will. She wanted me to stay away from that as far as possible and she was right. And I thought about it more--she was distant from me because of the guilt she felt because of her career. I stared at the letters in my hand, her handwriting glaring at me. I decided to tear the very first envelope open and read the letter.

I finished it, and I felt angry. She was gone all this time because she didn't want to disappoint me? She was ashamed to come home because she regretted her career and the lives she took? I wouldn't have cared about that! I just wanted my mother, not Ana Amari the legendary sniper. I tore up the letter, and the other envelopes. "That bad?" Genji whispered, seemingly drifting off. "That bad. She just spent the first letter explaining how much of a coward she is for not coming home and how she was sorry. And anything else she wants to say, can be said directly to me. No more hiding." I still love my mother: I don't want to have to walk away from her. But she's scared of what I have to say. I've always admired her, even when our relationship was strained. She was a protector, and I wanted to be like her. But protectors aren't cowards.

I stopped my train of thought: I was sitting here for a while. I looked over to Genji, who fell asleep while I was deep in thought. He didn't really seem to be having a good dream, so I instinctively pulled the blanket over him and tucked him in. I left his tent and went to a nearby campfire and burned the ripped letters. Good riddance.

A couple of months later, my time was up with the tribe. Genji was leaving too--a Shambali monk wanted to help him. Hafeez encouraged the cyborg to leave, saying he's "done all he could do to help" him. I've learned a lot as well: It's not always about the mission, it's about the team. While working for Hafeez isn't like working with my team and Helix, I still got experience from it. Before Genji left, I got to talk to him one more time. "Be safe out there, alright?" He nodded. "You too, Fareeha. I'll keep in touch." "You better." I give him a hug, and he surprisingly hugged me back. "When you're feeling better, you should go talk to Cole. He'll be glad to hear from you." I said over his shoulder. "Maybe, I don't know if he'll want to hear from me." The cyborg said, letting me go. "He will." I took a step back from him. We said goodbye, and I watched him go off with the omnic. We were back in Giza, and it was a short walk home after I said my farewells to Hafeez and everyone.

I sat down on my couch with a sigh. In a couple of days, I go back to my squad and I wondered. Could I protect them? Or would I fail like my mother has? She ran away from Dad and I, and even Overwatch, and she was ashamed of it. Could that be me in the future? Too afraid of failure so I stick my head in the sand and hope everything will be okay? I don't plan on it. I may be Ana Amari's daughter, but I don't plan on following her footsteps in that way.

I won't fail like she has.

(Thanks for making it this far!)

#overwatch #my overwatch rewrite #fareeha amari #pharah #genji shimada

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solarbird · 5 years

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What do you know, this does have a chapter two!

Amélie Lacroix used to be the Widowmaker. She's not, anymore. Talon is gone, and the threat is over. But few if any governments are really willing to forgive a known terrorist with dozens - no, hundreds - of kills under her belt, so coming in from the cold wasn't really an option.

But one has to make a living somehow. A lot of the same skills used to infiltrate for assassination work just as well for other kinds of infiltration, and Amélie always did have an eye for spotting value in art.

[ao3 link]

The Queen's Toaster Chapter 2: The Bird Wives

The dark-haried woman took off her Raptora helmet, and shook her head, short hair immediately spiking up, as it always did.

Flying in this is so different, she thought, to flying a jet.

She looked down at the armoured helmet with its beak-like visor and grinned at herself. It may not be the same as a jet, but flying in it brought her even more of a rush, with so little between her and the wind, and the clouds - and the anti-aircraft fire, too.

Grabbing a cleaning kit and a towel, she wiped the helmet clean, dried it, and ran the towel through her own hair for good measure.

That won't do, I need a shower! she thought. But it'll wait 'til I get home.

The base showers didn't bother with hot water. Lukewarm from the ground was good enough, unless she had the option of better, and she did.

She'd just about finished flight training, at long last. Since the end of Talon had meant a second end for Overwatch - at least, for a while - she'd had to do something with her life. And sure, Helix might not be the same, but having regular income again helped make up for it.

That, and the other benefits.

I wonder if these come in orange?

She popped the helmet into her locker, and started dismantling the rest of her armour, pulling it off piece by piece, for storage and overnight checkout before next flight.

"Oh, please - take your time," she heard from the disarmament station behind her. "It's far too nice a job to rush."

Lena spun 'round, surprised, and jinked forward, past two benches. "You're back! Already?!"

Angela grinned, and kissed her younger wife's forehead as she leapt into her arms. "Yes!"

Lena wasn't settling for that, not under any circumstances, and hopped up on her toes, to give her elder wife a proper kiss. "Fuck, I've missed you. Where's Reeha?"

"Talking with your instructor. She'll be here any moment now."

Lena pulled Angela against her, holding her tightly. "Fuck, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Lena. We both have."

The Englishwoman leaned back, smiling broadly, hands on her wife's hips. "How was the conference? How's Winston? How's eep!"

"Come here, tiny wife!" Fareeha said, hauling Lena bodily up into the air as Lena shrieked, giggling, teleporting just to turn in place, not wanting out of her younger wife's arms, but definitely wanting to see her face to face.

"Reeha!"

The two women kissed, as Angela smiled at the sight.

"Your instructor had good things to say - except for your tendency to teleport your way out of trouble."

"And why shouldn't I? 'Use every tool at your disposal,' first rule of combat, you know that." She grinned.

Fareeha licked Lena's nose. "'Don't get into trouble in the first place' is the real first rule of combat, and you know that."

"Yeh, yeh..." She sighed, and put her head down on Reeha's shoulder. "Fuck me, I've missed you so much."

"I will! But not on base."

Lena bit at Fareeha's neck, and Ree snorted, dropping Lena to the ground. "Finish getting undressed first. And shower here. We're taking you out to dinner before going home."

"Oh, are we? I thought we were gonna get some overdue R&R?"

"You have to finish flight training, Captain," Fareeha replied. "But consider this a downpayment. Undress and shower, and be ready to go in five minutes. That's an order."

"Aye-aye, Colonel." Captain Oxton saluted her wife in the most sarcastic way she knew how, and hopped to.

They'd gone straight from their all-too-short honeymoon to a deployment to two separate conferences and training, so there was no way in hell she was going to be late for this.

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"She get there?" read the purple text.

"Oh yeah, she got there," Emily typed in reply, in orange text, sitting at her desk in her small office.

Amélie sat out in the living room, on a couch, communicating with her buyer, confirming acquisition and arranging alternate delivery for the package.

"Right where you said she'd be, too. _And_ about to set off an alarm."

"Thanks for picking her up for me," came the purple hacker's reply. "It's not my story to tell, but"

Emily interrupted, the shared cursor turning orange as she typed. "You saying that is hilarious, you do realise, yeh?"

The cursor blinked for a moment, before turning back to purple.

"Yes. It is. I know. But seriously, she's been through a lot. And she was totally going to get busted sooner or later, and I knew it, even if I didn't know how or where All her infiltration training is based around range work. Close up, she has some, but not as much. But she had to deliver on this job, and... well... I had to make sure it happened."

"I know, I know. What's a favour for a friend? Besides, she's _smokin'_ hot. Totally worth it."

"I told you!"

"You told me, but you didn't _tell_ me, luv. Oh god, it's all I can do to keep my hands off her. But then I'd 'find out' about her too early, and... if she's she who I think she is..."

"I didn't tell you," insisted purple.

"You really didn't," assured orange. "But I'm pretty sure I know."

"Then... in that case..."

"Yeh."

Emily shook out her hands. C'mon, girl. Keep it in your trousers. If I'm right, she's one very hot property.

She looked over at the apparently-black-haired woman whose artificial skin colourant wasn't quite enough to keep a blue tinge entirely at bay in the cloudy daylight.

This is going to be tricky enough as it is. You've laid the table, now just let her decide whether she wants to bite.

"Still - if what you actually will tell me is true," she started typing, in orange.

"It is," purple text interrupted.

"...then hey, maybe you won't owe me one. Maybe I'll owe _you_."

"Now _that_," a glowing purple sugar skull replied, "is what I like to hear."

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The newlyweds smiled at each other, leaning back in their chairs, relaxing as the dinner plates were cleared, the dessert course ordered but not yet at the table, the three of them sipping tea, qahwah arabiyya, and abricotine, according to their tastes.

Lena wasn't sure exactly when she'd developed her fondness for abricotine, but she was pretty sure it had something to do with joint testimony to the UN in Geneva - or, much more specifically, when she'd had to share quarters with Fareeha and Angela the whole week. Athena had apologised, calling it an 'accidental oversight,' but at least the one bed was a full king. Hana never let any of them hear the end of it, all while stridently denying being the RPF shipper whose name translated from the Korean meant SoManyBunnies.

Despite what everyone at Gibraltar assumed, they didn't start being "a thing" there - but they had become surprisingly comfortable with each other, very quickly. The actual "thing" would start not long afterwards, the three of them hunkered down in the desert, Fareeha wounded but not in any real danger, waiting for extraction after a successful but extremely difficult mission in the Sudan.

They'd a critical hidden Talon information relay and communications centre deep in the Nubian Desert, on desperately-useful information provided by the Widowmaker herself. At first, all three of them thought of that night as a one-off - the stress of battle will do that, after all - but then there was a dinner, and they found they had so much to talk about, then another dinner, and then an after dinner, and...

Well.

Lena's phone buzzed, and she pulled it from her pocket, hoping it wasn't a callback for mission. Talon may be gone, but Helix's work was never done, not with Vishkar out there, and tensions still high between omnics and humanity, and O'Deorain still on the loose, and more.

But instead, purple text reported Package delivered, and the teleporter smiled, before looking up to her curious wives.

"Is it...?" Fareeha asked, hopefully, as Angela looked to Lena, expectantly.

"She's home," Lena replied, relief in her voice.

"Oh good," Angela said, letting go of a little bit of tension she hadn't been fully aware she carried. "I hope this works out. She's been through so much."

"Yeh," Lena agreed, while replying, "Brilliant. Thank you ❤," and putting her phone away. "She really has."

"So have we," Fareeha noted, having mostly forgiven, but entirely not forgot.

"Yes," Angela said, reaching out and holding her taller wife's hand. "Too much."

"It's in the past," Fareeha insisted, squeezing Angela's hand.

"Not for all of us," Lena replied, as dessert arrived. "Particularly not for her."

"No," Fareeha agreed, after a moment. "I suppose not."

"Still, though," Angela said, "she's in... well. I'm not going to say good hands..."

Fareeha chuckled. "No."

"But," Angela continued, "given everything, probably the best available."

"Give 'er more credit than that, love," Lena said, putting aside her apricot eau-de-vie before picking up a piece of the feteer meshaltet, and dipping it into the lovely black honey served on the side. "It's probably the best chance she'll get."

"For your sake," Fareeha smiled, affectionately, choosing the white honey and cream, as Angela chose, in turn, the soft cheese, "...I'll hope you're right."

#gingerspider #speedy recovery #pharmercy #bird wives #polyamoury #the queen's toaster #lena tracer oxton #emily driscoll #amélie widowmaker lacroix #widowmaker #angela mercy ziegler #fareeha pharah amari

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kakusu-shipping · 1 year

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I am so sorry I am being so annoying with Self insert fanfiction recently but I don’t really mean that because this is my blog and I do as I please and also @probably-some-goat is encouraging me so you all can blame him.

Mountain’s Peak

In which I am the first of a future 3 total humans to climb the Himalayan Mountains in not nearly enough clothing

It was warm. So warm. Emile’s eye cracked open slowly to stare at a blurry ceiling he’d never seen before, or maybe he had, there was no way to know without his glasses. The bed below him was solid earth, a layer of scratchy hay separated him from the cold stone floor. He started to sit up, and a voice spoke to him from the corner of the room.

“You awake!” She chirped, too far to make out any details, “Good good.” She leaned over, patting the robes piled on top of the human in a makeshift blanket, “Warm? More warm?” She questioned, tilting her head.

Emile sat up slowly, glancing around his makeshift floor bed until he found his glasses folded neatly beside the folded robe that’d become his pillow.

With his sight returned Emile could finally take in the room. It was small, with a single roaring fire and a window currently covered by a long red cloth that spread across the floor. Over the fire place hung the humans clothes, his thick orange sweater, jeans, socks, and fluffy boots, all drying from the cold. Under the blanket he’d been wrapped in yet more robes, thin fabrics not made to keep a human properly covered in the Nepal mountains.

Finally, he turned his attention to the owner of the voice that’d greeted him. She was beautiful. An Omnic with big LED eyes in an almond shape with three sensors placed in a small triangle on her forehead. She was sturdily built, with a near solid armored frame that left no hinges exposed and cylindrical arms ending in ball jointed wrists and legs that grew thick and ended flat after the knee joint, all signs of an Omnic built for the medical field, built for precision and careful work, with the strength to lift up to 300 pounds of human and equipment if need be.

“Ah, our snow bird has awoken.” A voice spoke at the door, low and soft. Emile hadn’t realized he’d been staring at his nurse until he was forced to look away from her to the tall, white clad Omnic at the door.

“ma- MASTER MONDATTA!” Emile threw his make shift blankets off in an attempt to stand to greet his idol, or at the very least sit up properly. Oh he was just as radiant in person, sleek white plating covered the Omnic’s face, his shoulder and neck supports exposed as he appeared to be missing the upper half of his chest plating, along with the protective plating on both arms, exposing the wires that would act as a nerves system that allowed the Omnic to reach out to Emile and put him back to rest.

“Easy now, little one, you must rest.” Mondatta spoke calmly as he sat on his knees beside the humble little human, who couldn’t stop shaking in his presence, “Reya has told me you are suffering a rather sever case of frostbite, it would be best if you remained still for a while.” He calmed, taking Emile’s hands into his own. The young human stared at his finger joints as they wrapped around his fleshy palm, watched his thumb smooth over his knuckles.

“Aoita making hot food. I go check.” The nurse, who Emile assumed to be Reya, patted Mondatta’s shoulder as she stood and began her way to the door, before tuning to motion to a kettle in the fire, “Hot water, rag, gently.” She made a motion of wiping her hands, and then she was gone out the door and around the corner, off to the kitchen to check on Aoita.

Mondatta gently pulled the kettle from the fire, unaffected by the metal’s obvious heat as he poured the boiling water into a bowl near by and dipped a rag into it. Gently, one by one, the Omnic massaged warmth by into Emile’s frosted finger tips, encouraging his blood to flow naturally by running circles on the human’s palm with his thumb as he gently wrapped each finger in the damp part of the cloth before drying them back off.

“Where did you come from, child? You are not from the village outside our monastery, nor the one at the base of the mountain.” Mondatta asked after a moment, Emile barely caught his words, instead mesmerized by the monk’s skills.

“Ah.. K-Kentcuky, sir... America..” Emile answered honestly, still staring at the joints in the Omnic’s fingers.

“That is quiet a long way to travel. What brings you here? Vacation with your family?”

It became apparent then that Mondatta assumed Emile to be a lost child, which was perhaps a fair assumption, as the human was only just barely 15, and looked much smaller than others his age.

“N-No sir! I came here to- to meet you!” Emile took his hand from Mondatta’s, looking the monk in the face. As he took a deep breath to build up his courage, “I- I want- I want you to take me as your student!” Emile declared as much as he could with his shaking voice and pounding heart. He gripped tightly to the collar of his robe to hold himself steady, it felt as though he needed to hold his chest, lest his heart escape. “My- My parents are.. A-Anti-Omnic, sir.. They don’t believe in your cause... But I do! And I want to support you! I want to offer you my aid and- And learn from you!”

“Your aid?” Mondatta tilted his head in curiosity, “What exactly are you attempting to offer me, child?”

“I- I grew up in a machine shop, sir. My father’s life work revolved around Omnics; Making them, repairing them. Even after the crisis we stayed afloat but running a repair shop, gr-granted only for.. Omnics who where... o..owned...” Emile felt the shame of his upbringing sink in, the grip on his robes tightened, “I-I’ve never met an Omnic I couldn’t repair! I’ve memorized every assembly book my father owned, I know I could fix and- And heal any damage that could come your way, sir, so- So please,” Emile bowed his head to the monk before him, holding tightly to his collar, “T-Take me as your student. I want to help you make a peaceful world between our kind.”

Mondatta stared at the top of Emile’s head for a moment, pondering his offer. The correct choice would be to call the authorities and send the child home. He was a minor, most likely here without his parent’s knowledge, possibly on stolen funds directly from them.

Yes, that would, morally, be the correct choice.

Mondatta put his hand to his chin, and tilted his head the other direction, “It gets rather cold here at night, and you packed rather lightly.”

Emile sat up, “I saw advertisements for the mining operation in town! I’ll get a job and buy warmer clothes!”

Mondatta gave a hum, “We do not have food supplies here, and most of the buildings do not have any heating, or a furnace.”

“I’ll be fine! There’s edible weeds growing in the hills, and I know how to start a fire safely!”

“I am not sure we have a proper place for a human to use the bathroom-”

“I can hold it!”

Mondatta’s thoughtful facade cracked, the monk broke out into cackles, bringing the human before him into confusion. A hand, warm from hot water, with smooth joints and golden plating placed gently upon Emile’s head, ruffling his snow white hair gently.

“Of course you may stay, my student.” Mondatta spoke with a smile in his tone, “No job or “holding it” required. We take care of our family here.”

Tears sprung from Emile’s eyes, his entire body shook joyfully and anxiously. In a sudden move he wrapped his bare arms around Master Mondatta, pressing his face to the remaining half of the Omnic’s chest plate, sobbing out thanks and praise, promises to repay the monk, and the entire Monastery, with his skills as a mechanic.

After a long time of crying, some hot soup by a lovely Omnic with a thick southern accent who asked to be addressed “Aoi”, and a little more care taken to Emile’s frostbite, the human realized something rather important.

“How did you get here?” Mondatta repeated his question, placing a thicker, almost quilt like robe on the human’s shoulders.

Emile nodded, “I remember seeing the Monastery, the lights in the windows but.. I don’t remember coming inside.”

“Ah. That is because you lost conciousness outside the monastery walls. Brother Zenyatta was the one to find you collapsed in the snow, he brought you to me.”

“I see... Please introduce me to Brother Zenyatta! I have to thank him for saving my life!”

Mondatta once again hummed, this time truly thinking on it. Though Zenyatta was a member of the Shambali, he wasn’t as keen on humans as some of the others who wandered the monastery halls. In fact, he was rather against interacting with them.

Perhaps then this is what one could call an opportunity. After all, Zenyatta did bring the human in, as Emile said he saved his life when he certainly didn’t have to. Perhaps this is human was a gift from the iris, one to help set Zenyatta on the right path.

“Alright then,” Mondatta nodded to himself, confident this was a good choice, “Tomorrow we shall pay a visit to Zenyatta.”

#Emile's Writing #Self insert fic #Self insert Fanfic #Augh I've decided I'm cutting this up because I'm being too weird about describing Omnics I need a minute #Or we are simply going to be all day #NEXT CHAPTER #You all are getting a lot of fun Pre-Peace loving Zenyatta and his co-dependent best friend Ramattra #When will this happen?#eeeeeeeeeeh we'll see I'm bouncing conversations in my head as we speak #There's something very novel about writing a fic where I almost froze to death right before a big winter storm hits my area #Ah I need a cool name like Zayne's story got but I've never been a naming guy #I'll figure it out later #Behold a little Master Mondatta teasing and me being gay for every Omnic my god they're so pretty #I need y'all to understand irl I have SUCH a bad habit of just #staring at people I think are pretty #And I mean STARING it's bad #I've walked into poles and tripped on side walks because I was too distracted by Pretty Person in Public #So take that and multiply it by however many Omnics are in the Shambali #Because simply put they are ALL PRETTY #I would be so overwhelmed in this situation irl #I think I did a pretty good job of writing how I am while also exceptionally overwhelmed though fkdlkgkdfjg #WAIT TILL NEXT CHAPTER I'M MEETING THE WHOLE SHAMBALI #3 Omnics drip fed one at a time VS The Entire Fucking Shambali #Oooooooh boy #Anyway sorry for the S/I fics lately I'm in a mood #I'm writing for me and me alone for realsies this time #to the Hunter X Reader fic in my ask box I SEE YOU I am coming for you SOON I promise #I just need to get this out of my system okay? Okay.

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